Some films are slices of life, mine are slices of cake.
quote by Alfred Hitchcock
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Midnight.....
somewhere
between two half slices
of a bread
a man slips in
with a mayonnaise
in his soul
the two slices close
him in
perfectly to make him
feel
that this is a world
of the burger
comforted
he waits for the other
to take the
best bite
all in his life
he simply
wants to be consumed
by hunger.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Degrade Me, Please
this is the fountain of urine
i put it on
bathe in there
this is the dung
of the cow, take some slices
like a piece of cake
this is a cup of molds
and moss and slime and spittle
take them
as you please
sometimes, i vomit and ask, why?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Is Really The Gift You Give Me On My Birthday?
what you hand is a box with a reb ribbon
you say it is your gift on my birthday
and i open it
it is an orange cake
with sweet mango slices as toppings
and a lone cherry on top of
a mound of chocolate
and some green candles
telling me my exact age
and this matchstick
to light the wicks
the cake is on the table
and i stand right there surrounded
by all of you
singing the birthday song
and the time comes for my
making a wish and the blowing
of the little flames of my age
after the party you all live one by
one like stars fading at dawn
and i am left alone with all
the litters and the laughters
that stick on the walls and
curtain and the giggles that
spill on the table cloth
the gift is not the box
it is not the cake it is not the cherry
it is not the little green candles
that speak of my age
it is not the flame because i
blow them all
it is not even the wish that i make
for myself because they are all mine
secretly seeping in the crevices of my cranium
what is the gift really that you give me on my birthday
i know it and you know it
how can we not tell each other sometime?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Spring Sestina
it’s nearly noon and the sun slices
through the thick spring fog, dark
with winter’s gloom, heavy with fatality:
the spent daffodil’s bloom, the cut
tulip whose bulb shrinks into earth,
the dew worm mining to the surface,
the bittersweet-bellied robin surfaces
through cold air, the flight slices
until stick feet meet warm, wet earth
as eyes scan lawns and ditches dark
with winter sleep, the worm cuts
through to the robin’s charge, a fatality
among spring’s chalk marks of fatality
struck against the papery surface
of birch bark, each stain cuts
into the trunk, rips and slices
death as a jagged feature in dark
congealed blood of waking earth,
she is still there, deep in the earth,
calling her children one fatality,
then another, through each dark
season, sinking down from surface,
still air vibrates, incantations slice
through reality, scrape and cut
to the unknown, slash and cut
to another side of the dynamic earth,
the oblivious hyacinth slices
through, refuses to be a fatality
of the season and sings to the surface,
sun shines on the purple florets dark
with pride, ardent hope, like the dark
winter nights that momentarily cut
south past the equator, only to surface
after the humid summer sweat, earth
taking in her own fatality,
battered by tiny atmospheric slices,
dark proud mares issue youth to the earth,
fatalities quickly slip past yawning cuts,
slices of vitality embrace her broad strong surface
(Winner 2005 Carl Sandburg Poetry Contest, Carl Sandburg College, Galesburg Illinois)
poem by Jane L. Carman
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Isn't this what happiness is supposed to feel like?
Running to my happy place
The closest place to 'home'
Life so filled w/ misery
The only thing I've known
So here I am
just you and I
As I take the final strike
Isn't this what happiness is supposed to feel like?
I don't want no one to know our secrete
I won't tell a soul
I'll hide it all
They'll never see it
So now here I go
I give you all of me
& what do I get in return?
Happiness, pure happiness
It's finally my turn
I don't wan't any evidence
No one can see the proof
No one's allowed to know about
what happens between me and you
They'll take you
Imitate you
Try to have you to themselves
But you're mines
only mines..
My only escape from hell
I just don't know how to thank you
I don't know how you learned
I run to you EVERY time
You give me what I deserve
The pain is just so perfect
I control it all
I smile as I watch you
work your way down my arm
Slices here
Slices there
every slice so right
Isn't this what happiness is supposed to feel like?
poem by Vanessa Mercado
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Lonely Filipinos
Some lonely Filipinos
Working for a living
Read poems of
Happiness
To appease their
Feelings of loneliness
Away from home
Here in a foreign land
At freezing temperatures
They wish for
Sunshine, and blue clouds
White sand beaches
And warm embraces
Of loved ones
Sometimes loneliness
Wins and they look
Inside themselves
Finding certain strengths
In old Molave trees
Flexibilities in green
Pliant bamboos
And sampaguitas scents
Or could be ylang-ylang
Perfume,
Or they resort to food,
Cook the adobo & dinuguan & puto
On wintry days perhaps,
And to really kill
This rampage of boredom
They make thin slices
Of raw mangoes
Dipped in bagoongs,
Black paste of shrimps
The taste lingers
In taste buds and
Tongues start to
Water,
To green slices of raw mangoes
Salivation is easy.
On these thin slices of
Green raw mangoes
Perhaps the Filipino
Forgets what loneliness is all about.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Widower
it is sad, of course, you lost a wife,
buried her, and now you are still mourning in
black clothes and black pants and black shoes
and even your visions must have been
blackened by such overwhelming sorrow,
how can I comfort you, my friend?
how can I tell you that you are eating some
slices and chunks of sorrow which are poisonous?
try me, listen to me,
I want to lose a wife, I want to lose not just her,
I want to lose myself, I am losing in this war of emotions,
I am not eating chunks and slices of sorrow,
I am being engulfed by this monstrous eclipse,
This total eclipse of my heart, my own darkness
I am digested by this darkness, I am acidified.
So you see, Melvin, my dear friend
there is such thing as a muddier, blacker pasture over here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life For The Living
A painful memory
of a time gone by
Slices through my mind
Like a fine cheese wire
Reminding me
That life is for the living
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
quote by Longfellow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
quote by Edgar Allan Poe
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.
quote by Walter Reisch
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.
quote by Edgar Allan Poe
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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He who never eats pumpkins with you, you prepare a few slices for him.
Piercing
salmon slices
porcelain platter
wasabe sauce
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take me home
God take me home.
What is the point of my exitence?
All life has ever thrown at me is pain.
Please take me out of this world.
My life has to end.
As suicide I shall commit.
As pills slide down my throat.
And the razor slices my skin.
All I pray is its the end.
Please take me.
Take my life.
I beg of you.
Let me die.
Dont put me through any more pain.
God let me die.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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total eclipse
earth slices the moon
to a crescent
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Sharp Knife
come to me as if you are a basket
full of luscious, juicy, sweet mangoes
and i will come to you as though
i am one sharp knife with all slices of
dreams in my hollow head
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pantun - Angin Bertiup Sepoi Sepoi Bahasa
in the wind a peaceful calmn
autumn slices the loneliness in us
in the village is the scent of peach and persimmons
when will you be visiting us?
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Baker Man
Well here comes a dance that will never be banned now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Yeah, stolen from a story called "The Baker's Man" now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
It's impossible too sweet to cross the land????
(Patty cake patty cake)
Put your favorite records on and start the show now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Abra-cadabra look at everyone go now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
Alakazam this dance has got to grow now
(Patty cake patty cake)
Well they tell me that it's optional to use your feet
But now you really don't need them if you keep your beat
Well Arthur Murray's gettin' blurry tryin' to learn that jive
When all the kids from coast to coast are really comin' alive
Well go tell the gang what a time you've had now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
This Friday night we'll start a regular fad now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
We'll do the Baker 'til it drives us mad now
(Patty cake patty cake)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Come on and take a lesson now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Clap your partner's hands
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Not too hard
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Now slap her in the face
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
What a disgrace
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
(Patty cake patty cake)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Poetic Cubism Slices
splitting images
is poetic cubism slices
shifting images
poem by Terence George Craddock
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