Understatement
Sometimes we say something
and then ask ourselves
why the heck did we say that.
Our mouth went in one direction
while our mind went in another.
When someone asks
what we meant by that
we feel a bit bemused
and can’t give an answer.
We do it all the time,
putting our foot in our mouth
and wish we had left it where it was
standing on the ground.
I once went out with a girl
in my very younger years,
who when she dumped me said
“I love you and I don’t want to hurt you
which why I’m packing you up.”
That statement makes no sense.
If you love someone, so much
you’d want to be with them all the time.
As for not hurting them.
Whenever someone leaves
the person, who is left always feels the hurt.
Now that is what you call
an understatement.
29 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Why Me?
When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
Naïveté asks, why me?
When wishes are whacked
And dreams are dashed
Naïveté asks, why me?
When fantasies are fettered
And blessings are battered
Naïveté asks, why me?
When desires are demolished
And ambitions are admonished
Naïveté asks, why me?
When temptations are traumatized
And passions are pulverized
Naïveté asks, why me?
Strangely,
Naïveté with influence
And naïveté with affluence
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with name
And naïveté with fame
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with health
And naïveté with wealth
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with fiefdom
And naïveté with wisdom
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with beauty
And naïveté with booty
Never asks, why me?
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Dr.Rosin
shoves my belly
gently
a stethoscope
harmlessly
a invisible golf club
in his hands
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
baked fish
carrots and peas
apple juice
boiled chicken
feeds me up
regularly
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
sends me a nurse
in midnight
to take my blood
in hindsight
to take my flood
like a vampire
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
chats with nurses
a cup in a hand
sipps on the cup
chats with nurses
chats with nurses
patts my arm
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
poem by Istrat Gato
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The Proposition
You cant have the flower without the root
You cant have the fire without the soot
Even a stripper needs her red tasseled suit
And we were meant to be
In every war the north needs the south
And everyone knows all assholes have a mouth
Without mystery what would writers talk about
And we were meant to be
An apple needs pits the way melons need seed
Your foot needs your arm and your arm needs your knee
And one of these days I know you will need me
We were meant to be, ooohhh, we were meant to be
Youre mothers an ogre your fathers a scamp
You wont see my parents honored on any stamp
But just like a bulb screws into a lamp
We were meant to be
The way the aids needs a vaccine, somewhere a vaccine needs
Aids, the way a victim needs life, a life needs to be saved
And out of all of this will come a better way
We were meant to be
So you can go to europe, los angeles or mars
You can stand on a building throwing cinder blocks on cars
You can practice deep voodoo, but like me youll see
We were meant to be, we were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Things Meant To Be
You can find things meant to be
If you look hard into the sea
As the waves land on the beach
I feel her eyes fixed on me
Through the wind in the trees
Mother nature she speaks
Take what she says
Let your heart do the rest
It's in the wind
It's in the trees
It's in the way you smile
At me
It's in the waves up from the sea
It's in the way you feel
When you're pleased
It's all meant to be
It's all meant to be
Your heart knows where to go
But your mind can take it slow
It's okay to rest your mind
Let your heart seek and find
It's in the wind
It's in the trees
Listen hard and you
Will see
It's in the waves up from the sea
It's in the way you feel
When you're pleased
It's all meant to be
It's all meant to be
These are things just meant to be
These are things like you and me
It's all meant to be
It's all meant to be
These are things just meant to be
These are things like you and me
Mother nature sings and breathes
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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Things Meant To Be
You can find things meant to be
If you look hard into the sea
As the waves land on the beach
I feel her eyes fixed on me
Through the wind in the trees
Mother nature she speaks
Take what she says
Let your heart do the rest
It's in the wind
It's in the trees
It's in the way you smile
At me
It's in the waves up from the sea
It's in the way you feel
When you're pleased
It's all meant to be
It's all meant to be
Your heart knows where to go
But your mind can take it slow
It's okay to rest your mind
Let your heart seek and find
It's in the wind
It's in the trees
Listen hard and you
Will see
It's in the waves up from the sea
It's in the way you feel
When you're pleased
It's all meant to be
It's all meant to be
These are things just meant to be
These are things like you and me
It's all meant to be
It's all meant to be
These are things just meant to be
These are things like you and me
Mother nature sings and breathes
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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In Michael Robins’s Class Minus One
At the desk where the boy sat, he sees the Chicago River.
It raises its hand.
It asks if metaphor should burn.
He says fire is the basis for all forms of the mouth.
He asks, why did you fill the boy with your going?
I didn't know a boy had been added to me, the river says.
Would you have given him back if you knew?
I think so, the river says, I have so many boys in me,
I'm worn out stroking eyes looking up at the day.
Have you written a poem for us? he asks the river,
and the river reads its poem,
and the other students tell the river
it sounds like a poem the boy would have written,
that they smell the boy's cigarettes
in the poem, they feel his teeth
biting the page.
And the river asks, did this boy dream of horses?
because I suddenly dream of horses, I suddenly dream.
They're in a circle and the river says, I've never understood
round things, why would leaving come back
to itself?
And a girl makes a kiss with her mouth and leans it
against the river, and the kiss flows away
but the river wants it back, the river makes sounds
to go after the kiss.
And they all make sounds for the river to carry to the boy.
And the river promises to never surrender the boy's shape
to the ocean.
Redneck Woman - Gretchen Wilson
Well, I ain't never
Been the Barbie doll type,
No, I can't swig that sweet champagne,
I'd rather drink beer all night.
In a tavern,
Or in a honky-tonk,
Or on a four-wheel-drive tailgate.
I've got posters on my wall of
Skynard, Kid, and Strait.
Some people look down on me,
But I don't give a rip.
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard,
With a baby on my hip.
(Chorus)
'Cause I'm a redneck woman
And I ain't no high class broad.
I'm just a product of my raisin',
And I say, 'Hey y'all, and hee haw.'
I keep my Chirstmas lights on on my front porch all year long.
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song.
So here's to all my sisters
Out there, keepin' it country,
Let me get a big 'Heck yeah'
From the redneck girls like me.
Heck yeah, (heck yeah) .
Victoria's Secret,
Well, their stuff's real nice.
Oh, but I can buy the same darn thing
On a Wal-Mart shelf
Half-price.
And still look sexy,
Just as sexy
As those models on tv.
No, I don't need no designer tags
To make my man want me.
You might think I'm trashy,
And a little too hard core.
But in my neck of the woods,
I'm just the girl next door.
(Chorus)
(this time, though, it's '...Tanya Tucker song...')
(Chorus)
(this time, it's '...Ol' Bocephus song...')
(heck yeah) .
Heck yeah, (heck yeah) .
Heck yeah, (heck yeah) .
I said 'HECK YEAH! ! '
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Sick Of It
These romantic songs,
Feels like I am wearing a thong,
Uncomfortable, wrong
I don’t feel so strong,
With all the talk about emotions,
All I see are these motions,
All this love,
Well put it at your ass entrance and shove,
I am sick of it,
This is all a piece of shat,
I need to grow up,
And you need to shut the heck up!
Go find someone else who cares,
I can even pay you the fair,
For the taxi to get you the heck out of here,
I am sick of the tears.
poem by Samatha Squiers
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The Understanding
Four men are the understandings,
Their will is linked by the seasons
And the sea and the moon.
Look in the direction of youth,
And feel like an occupation.
These four men are so obvious,
One can read, one can write
And one can study, the fourth
Can do each, justice is their standing.
For the will of a man is such that
He can never cry, nor can he wonder
Like one who asks and one that works.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Falling
I never meant for it to happen
I never meant to feel this way
I always thought I was unable
My heart was locked, feelings kept at bay
I couldnt help it, I was falling
It happened all on its own
I never meant for it to happen
Falling was my unknown
I fell wholeheartedly
Tripped an kissed the deck
I never meant for it to happen
I couldnt keep it in check
Falling is a rollercoaster
A ride not to forget
I never meant to feel this way
He my Romeo, I his Juliet
I never meant for it to happen
I never meant to feel this way
I fell in love
Thats all there is to say
poem by Nikki Cuthbert
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i wish i have a mouth that knows how to speak my love
i wish i have this kind of mouth that knows to speak
about my love
one that opens so easily and dashes with words like
you know i love you, tell me, do you love me too?
a candid mouth, like a shrew who gambles with words and
will not mind losing
a mouth who kisses your mouth without
shame and if shamed because you slap it
does not bother at all,
one who says, why hide love, why not pour love like a
strong wine to a chalice and let it warm
the glass and let the glass
be nothing but a glass
one that does not mind at all, one that loves and if not loved in
return takes the other possibilities
without regrets
or pain,
the mouth that i have is closed and will not open
afraid
i have kept the words
i love you only for you
like a worm inside my tongue,
wriggling
turning into a little butterfly
that never had the chance to see what is outside
and feel the freedom of air,
yesterday
it died and i keep it for the whole night
now, i spit it out
and my mouth closed again
eating only silence
while you just watch there
asking me
and i said there is nothing to worry
nothing at all
i just don't feel anything and there is nothing
worth saying, i look at you as you go, i hold only to your shadow
and you will never never never know,
this
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We've probably gotten 500 calls from people saying what the heck is going on with gas, and I gotta say I agree with you. What the heck is going on with gas?
quote by Janet Napolitano
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my brother is looking for his son in New York
surprising indeed
for my brother to look for his son
now bearing a different family name
after 18 years of neglect
when the boy already found
his own home
he wants to file a suit
and he asks me what to do
and i told him
your son is not your son
anymore
and you were never a father
in the first place
so what the heck, brother?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Wish I Have A Mouth That Knows How To Speak My Love
i wish i have this kind of mouth that knows to speak
about my love
one that opens so easily and dashes with words like
you know i love you, tell me, do you love me too?
a candid mouth, like a shrew who gambles with words and
will not mind losing
a mouth who kisses your mouth without
shame and if shamed because you slap it
does not bother at all,
one who says, why hide love, why not pour love like a
strong wine to a chalice and let it warm
the glass and let the glass
be nothing but a glass
one that does not mind at all, one that loves and if not loved in
return takes the other possibilities
without regrets
or pain,
the mouth that i have is closed and will not open
afraid
i have kept the words
i love you only for you
like a worm inside my tongue,
wriggling
turning into a little butterfly
that never had the chance to see what is outside
and feel the freedom of air,
yesterday
it died and i keep it for the whole night
now, i spit it out
and my mouth closed again
eating only silence
while you just watch there
asking me
and i said there is nothing to worry
nothing at all
i just don't feel anything and there is nothing
worth saying, i look at you as you go, i hold only to your shadow
and you will never never never know,
this
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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His vocabulary
her vocabulary
every word fits into its space
like a classroom
her vocabulary
each word carries its own weight
as it files into my mind
her vocabulary
notes of the morning birds
that strain to sing
her vocabulary
my mind polished
like silver
her vocabulary
the calisthenics of her mind
in my mind
her vocabulary
the precision of her mind
etched onto my heart
her vocabulary
sublime as a glass of
evening whisky
her vocabulary
strikes like
glitters of diamonds
his vocabulary
my brain has no space
to breathe
his vocabulary
every piece of writing
has become a thesis
his vocabulary
he asks to take him
as he is
his vocabulary
she feels he is not true
to his own feelings
his vocabulary
she asks it is weaned from
dictionary or experience
his vocabulary
she asks he is out to impress
or express
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Do You Want Me
I cry like a baby when I don't get my way
Do you want me?
I won't apologize when I make a mistake
Do you want me?
I got scars on my heart and they won't go away
Looking for someone to take them from me
Everybody knows I'm a little insane
Do you want me?
Oh I try to be normal
I try to put one foot in front of the other
And I feel
You don't even know I'm alive
I open my mouth
Cause I'm waiting for your love to fall from the sky
And I feel
You think that I'm out of my mind
And maybe your scared to be right
But you'll never know till you get me alone
Do you want me?
I tell it to you straight so we can't get worse
Do you want me?
I want to show you me but first things first
Do you want me?
Looking for a saviour to save my soul
All the damage that I have done has left a big hole
Everybody knows I just want someone to hold
Do you want me?
Oh I try to be easy
I try to put one foot in back of the other
And I feel
You don't even know i'm alive
I open my mouth cause I'm waiting for your love to fall from the sky
And I feel
You think that I'm out of my mind
And maybe your scared to be right
But you'll never know till you get me alone
You're looking at me strange like you don't know my name (my name)
You're looking at me strange like you don't know my name
You're looking at me strange like it's some kind of fake
You're looking at me strange like you want me to change
And I feel
You don't even know I'm alive
I open my mouth cause I'm waiting for your love to fall from the sky
And I feel
You think that I'm out of my mind
And maybe your scared to be right
But you'll never know till you get me alone
Do you
Do you
Do you want me?
Do you
Do you
Do you want me?
You'll never know till you get me alone
Do you
Do you
Do you want me?
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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I Am Looking Towards The Direction Of The Sky
we all do
we find the direction
of the sky
what choice
do we have
to feel this
comfort
of God
to feel
the place
of the sun
and the moon
and the
stars
day and night
it is always
the sky
the symbol
of eternity
of what is
up there
where perhaps
the heavens
lie
where perhaps
everything
is bound
where perhaps
our fathers
and forefathers
live
where perhaps
we are
all welcome
where perhaps
no dirt
of this earth
is no longer
found
what did they
say?
to the skies
we are meant
to fly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Monkey In The Neighborhood....
i love that
monkey
it asks food
from me
and when given
it hides
it all inside his
mouth
tongue-in-check
if you have
seen it
and then it asks
some more
begging
like a pitiful
child
without a mother
and if begging
does not work
it charms you
with its tiny hands
its fingers
mapping for
lice
in your hair
while its tail
tickles
your armpit
you feel that
and remember
something before
when you
were once
as young & horny as
that imaginary
gazelle
it is this
begging game
that you like most
you are not
a monkey
stop it
it does not
look good for you
you lose your charm
and even the monkey
thinks
that by imitating it
you have
become detestable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Once Is Enough
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
All you got is one life
Living once can be rough
But if you live every day all the way
Once is enough
You can own just one suit
Worn and torn at the cuff
But if youre livin the life that you love
Once is enough
Whats the good of reaching ninety
If you waste eighty-nine
You got one life so live it
If you dont its a crime
Lifes a playful puppy
You can grab by the scruff
And if you live every sec what the heck
Once is enough
Never wait until tomorrow
What if it never comes
Life is a seven layer
Dont you settle for crumbs
Lifes a playful puppy
You can grab by the scruff
And if you live every sec what the heck
Once is enough
And if you live every sec what the heck
Once is enough
And if you live every sec what the heck
Once is enough
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Cézanne
The Irish lady can say, that to-day is every day. Caesar can say that
every day is to-day and they say that every day is as they say.
In this way we have a place to stay and he was not met because
he was settled to stay. When I said settled I meant settled to stay.
When I said settled to stay I meant settled to stay Saturday. In this
way a mouth is a mouth. In this way if in as a mouth if in as a
mouth where, if in as a mouth where and there. Believe they have
water too. Believe they have that water too and blue when you see
blue, is all blue precious too, is all that that is precious too is all
that and they meant to absolve you. In this way Cézanne nearly did
nearly in this way. Cézanne nearly did nearly did and nearly did.
And was I surprised. Was I very surprised. Was I surprised. I was
surprised and in that patient, are you patient when you find bees.
Bees in a garden make a specialty of honey and so does honey. Honey
and prayer. Honey and there. There where the grass can grow nearly
four times yearly.
poem by Gertrude Stein
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