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Lunch Break

Shoppers shift in and out
down lane
up aisle
sweeping eyes
seizing
life sustaining shelf stock
greeted at deli by saintly smile
thin slice conversation
wax wrapped
with turkey and provolone
ripe overflown
deli dumpster scraps
fly swarm over sour
sun warmed
honey baked ham
passing through dull dream dungeon
dreary dry stock
tight wrapped, stacked upon itself,
waiting for tomorrow's
high priced
short lived
shelf life

Enjoying a soggy pineapple
parking lot picnic
Back alley behind the dumpsters
watching
Pepsi and wonder bread trucks
idly unload.
Shoppers come and go
to and fro
jagged rattling
metallic carts
rolling over rugger craters,
moonscape puddles
atop the rocky asphalt terrain
feeling the grease washed from my brow
by the mist of Friday afternoon rain

Swirling and circling
carnal clockwork
the city hawk like a pair of hungry eyelashes
coasts over the highway in search
of warm heart beating prey.
Any moment It'll touch down
to carve its raptor talons into
the quiet fleet footed
flesh and fur of an
unsuspecting innocent.
Wage with fate
the rich the hawk
the poor the prey
who can escape?
the higher the stakes
the deeper the grave
the more indebted the slave.

I take one last long drag
realign my tie
and sigh
at least its only another three hours
then I can move on with my day.

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Surprise in Japan - Our Rattling Plates

earthquake
teutonic plates rattle
our plates

earthquake
rattling our nerves
the plates on the shelf

softly rattling
to an earthquake
our plates on the shelf

ratting plates
our seismic
detector

rattling plates
oh it is the earthquake
bothering us again

Ring of Fire
every now and then
our plates rattle

rattling plates
a belief in fate keeps
my heart calm

rattling plates
i put my life in
the hands of god

Japan is on one of the most siesmic proned region of the world called ring of fire. In our apartment, every now and then, the plates we stack one over the other on the shelf would rattle. When the earthquake was
strong enough, they would jump off the shelf. It was a surprise to me at first when I heard our plates rattled every now and then especially at night.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Powerless on Rainy Nights

Powerless on rainy nights
thoughts plagued by
skipping records and
broken guitar strings
Mind haunted by the
lamenting croaks of the
lonesome bullfrog's ghost
dreams hijacked by spectral
hitchhiking faces; howling
roadside reflections of
highway insomnia.

Eyeballs strained out of tune
blitzed under the spell of the neon's
all night blinking spot light amphetamine
Mercurial messenger pigeon pecking at
the crumbled ruins of soggy saltines
sidewalks carnal convulsion
the city releases itself
in communal wet-dream
carnival allure captured in smoke
black vomit skyline
smog-grey coughing up
the nights altered blood
negatively charged impulses
fueled by the weekend's
reckless electricity

shedding ardent layers of the day
naked phosphorous flesh of the night
the machine unwinds under
the moon's drunken light
slow heavy constriction
green serpent air currents
brought in by the storm
summer's mouth hungry
humid and ajar

Purge and escape
libidinous engine
running full throttle
liquid lightning lubrication
human tension's come into close contact
continuously contracting and unwinding
deliriums delicious dance
the eventual fallout and
exhaustion's inevitable
self combustible collapse
what fantastical fastidious
drama replayed nightly
resurfacing through
fissures of lost time

year after year
purgatorial prisoner
of my own unknown
restless yearnings
the blasé day to day fate
not even the rich and recherche
have the power to payoff escape
the higher the stakes
the more indebted the slave
the deeper risk
the wider the grave

I let the morning tea
steep long
small sips
quiet solitude
cup after to cup
just to keep my mind
cherish the subtle beauty
The dried and fragrant petals
the chamomile's pure
flower child charity

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Happiness And Joy

when you look for yourself and find
this self
within your heart
and you touch this self
so lovingly
with the understanding of your mind
you have found happiness
like you put your hands behind your back
and embrace your shoulders

fleeting and sometimes
tiring this search
of self that ends sometimes
in questioning
how long does this last?
this won't
it will pass but it may come again
but to last
it will not

you either go deeper
or you go higher
always beyond yourself

to find another
a heart to your heart
a mind to your mind
you talk you understand you reach for another hand
you kiss, you make love, you share each other 's bodies
each other's long lonely nights
this can be more than happiness
we call this joy

but you go deeper this time or higher if you
prefer it
this search for joy greater than joy
this joy beyond bodies beyond nights beyond hands
beyond time

eternal happiness, this is joy greater than joy
we sense it
but not completely
we sense it when we look at the eyes of the person we love
and who loves us in return
truthfully and so beautifully
the feelings in our hearts
as we sleep and make love and dream and stay together
with clasped hands

we have mere glimpses
vague but it is there

it is the joy that always lurks but cannot fully make us see
we are too small yet
too young to fully dance the steps and leaps of this

i am still looking for this
this joy
i know it is there, but i just can't utter it

i must know better
i live some more and perhaps if need be
die and then travel and be there

beyond, yes always this feeling of beyond
my armpit is warm and my eyes are still rolling

i am holding it
i have it in my heart but not competely
and so i ramble

in so much waiting, this impatience
but lovely still, and yes, so beautiful....tomorrow.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Call Me

I have a feeling for you son
I know you think the battle's lost
and that your thoughts are on the run
and you'll never meet the cost
I have a feeling for you girl
and though you're walking in a storm
alone you may be cold
but together well be warm
And now the room is empty
and now the phone is cold
and as the hours are passing
so the day grows old
and as the light is fading
don't breathe another sigh
and if you think of calling
don't let me pass you by
Tomorrow there will be no rain
tomorrow therell be no more pain
tomorrow if you feel the same
Call me, call me
Here's to everybody torn up by friends
here's to the evening that never ever end
here's to all the things we wished we'd never done
here's to the summers with no sun
here's to all the tramps, the beggars and the rich
here's to the fishers with no fish
here's to all the faces with no names
all the passengers on this train
Tomorrow there will be no rain
tomorrow there'll be no more pain
tomorrow if you feel the same
Call me, call me
I have a feeling in my bones
that I've been this way before
and if I'm ever here again
washed up outside your door
Call me, call me
call me...
Call me, call me
call me.......

song performed by by Madness
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050311E it's place not fish

there's man made lake close
with three giant sprinklers, nice
banks planted with pine trees
very tall now, i have clear view
besides protruding flower plots
they also stock with fish, bass

i haven't seen anybody fish there
maybe because it's surrounded
by parking lots, highway, buildings
noisy traffic, noisy shoppers, busy
i wouldn't mine do catch and release
for a fisherman, it's fishing on a tub

poem by Manonton Dalan
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Under Wraps #2

Keep it quiet. (go slow.)
Circulate. need to know.
Stamp the date upon your file ---
Masquerade, but well worth while.
Wrapped in the warmth of you ---
Wrapped up in your smile.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.
Wear an air --- (keep mum)
Of casual indifference.
Careful how you go
About your usual business.
Wrapped in daydreams of you ---
Wrapped up by your eyes.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.
Under wraps! i've got you under wraps.
Tell you when --- (not yet)
Soon the great unveiling.
Bless my boots! upon my soul!
Secrecy, it is my failing.
Wrapped in your summer night ---
Wrapped in your autumn leaves.
Wrapped in the winter of your sleeping.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Under Wraps

Keep it quiet. (go slow.)
Circulate. need to know.
Stamp the date upon your file ---
Masquerade, but well worth while.
Wrapped in the warmth of you ---
Wrapped up in your smile.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.
Wear an air --- (keep mum)
Of casual indifference.
Careful how you go
About your usual business.
Wrapped in daydreams of you ---
Wrapped up by your eyes.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.
Under wraps! Ive got you under wraps.
Tell you when --- (not yet)
Soon the great unveiling.
Bless my boots! upon my soul!
Secrecy, it is my failing.
Wrapped in your summer night ---
Wrapped in your autumn leaves.
Wrapped in the winter of your sleeping.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Fog...like Love...

Hopefully, soon I’ll be
Wrapped… enshrouded
In the smoke of the sea

For tomorrow on the road I’ll be
Driving somewhat recklessly
In my haste… to see the sea

I want to feel the fog…
Caress the mist
Wrap damp blanket about me

Submerge myself, on a seaside shelf
And feel the grey fog…
Surround me

Close my eyes, tilt back my head
Let droplets form
Upon my brow

Erase from my mind
All trace of mankind
Immerse my self… in the now

And try to persuade
No not persuade!
But insist! !

That the Gods allow me
To become one
with the mist

Tonight I know, the fog will be
My friend, my solace
My sorrow

But alas, fog, like love…won’t stay
It will steal away
and be gone… come the morrow

poem by David Whalen
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Of Wolf And Man

Off through the new day's mist I run
off from the new day's mist I have come
I hunt
therefore I am
harvest the land
taking of the fallen lamb
off thruogh the new day's mist I run
off from the new day'smist I have come
we shift
pulsing with the earth
company we keep
roaming the land while you sleep
shape shift nose to the wind
shape shift feeling I've been
move swift all senses clean
earth's gift back to the meaning of life
bright is the moon high in starlight
chill is the air cold as steel tonight
we shift
call of the wild
fear in your eyes
it's later than you realized
shape shift nose to the wind
shape shift feeling I've been
move swift all senses clean
earth's gift back to the meaning of life
I feel I change
back to a better day
hair stands on the back of my neck
in wildness is the preservation of the world
so seek the wolf in thyself
shape shift nose to the wind
shape shift feeling I've been
move swift all senses clean
earth's gift
back to the meaning of wolf and man

song performed by by Metallica
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Fear of Death

I saw the hawk soar over the trees
and knew that down below
was a tiny innocent creature
moving much too slow.

Not aware of the talons
he searched the ground for his meal.
He spent his final moments
and most likely would not feel

remorse for what would be
food for the hawk, death for he.
And so he did not wrestle with fear.
That's only for we mortals
Who hold on to the life that's here.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Of The Wolf And Man

song performed by by Metallica from Metallica
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The Lion Never Sleeps

The Lion watches its prey

It's the pursued and the pursued
But which is which
As Nature plays
The game

Sometimes the hunter
Becomes the prey
Not knowing that
What is most apparent, Isn't at all.

Until in the final moment
The game is revealed
And the aggressor is
Captured, ending the play.

The nesting osprey
Need feed the hungry mouths
And pursues fish in the still waters
Of the nearby pond.

But neither a fish too large nor too small
Will be selected for the nestling's hungry malls
So the osprey circles overhead
Watching the larger fish pursue the small.

She selects the one
Near the surface for her quick
Descent and snatch
Away from the panicked school

And with a flutter of strong wings
The talons grasp the unsuspecting one
That till the moment was the
One pursuing the ones that flee.

Away she struggles with her catch
Back to the nestlings
Where this fish will add to their growing hunger,
Till they emerge to catch their own.

And the lion never sleeps.

poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
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Of Wolf & Man

Off through the new days mist I run
Off from the new days mist I have come
I hunt
Therefore I am
Harvest the land
Taking of the fallen lamb
Off thruogh the new days mist I run
Off from the new daysmist I have come
We shift
Pulsing with the earth
Company we keep
Roaming the land while you sleep
Shape shift nose to the wind
Shape shift feeling Ive been
Move swift all senses clean
Earths gift back to the meaning of life
Bright is the moon high in starlight
Chill is the air cold as steel tonight
We shift
Call of the wild
Fear in your eyes
Its later than you realized
Shape shift nose to the wind
Shape shift feeling Ive been
Move swift all senses clean
Earths gift back to the meaning of life
I feel I change
Back to a better day
Hair stands on the back of my neck
In wildness is the preservation of the world
So seek the wolf in thyself
Shape shift nose to the wind
Shape shift feeling Ive been
Move swift all senses clean
Earths gift
Back to the meaning of wolf and man

song performed by by Metallica
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Jack-In-The-Box

Hi, I'm God. It's dark, lonely and quiet in here, now,
On this dusty shelf.
No more children to come and twist me to life;
I used to thrive at that,
Popping out and making them laugh!
Now, nothing.

But yesterday, something-
A mouse came by and straddled my handle:
If only it he had pulled down...
I could have given it a terrible fright.
But now the silent night;
And my red and white striped shirt keeps me not a bit warm.
I long for the sun to flow on the shelf;
I wish I could play with myself,
But I am without hands;
Only the hope to be seen by a passing boy,
Who will be curious,
Who will think I'm only a toy.

poem by Stan Petrovich
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The Rat and the Owl

A rat is moving on the ground;
It searches for something to eat;
’Tis night and it must quickly find
Some food or else, it must sure starve!

A large owl stands with two large eyes;
It turns its neck to scan the ground;
It strains its eyes to catch a prey,
And sees a rat shuffling across!

Both search for food in frantic ways;
Both need to eat to stay alive;
The owl is like a ghost at night;
Its large eyes contrast rat’s small ones!

The owl is predator for rat;
The rat is prey for owl at night;
The owl is sure to pin the rat,
And death is sure for the latter!

The rat moves on unwarily!
It nears the owl innocently;
It does not know that death is near;
Its mind is bent on searching food!

The owl is watching rat’s movements;
The prey is rather small in size;
It tries to keep the rat within
Its visual fields, and take a strike!

The rat is unaware of owl;
It has not sniffed the danger near;
With nostrils engrossed in food-search,
It scurries to and fro for long!

The owl is planning when to swoop;
An opportune moment must come;
The rat must take a moment’s rest;
The owl’s claws take the rat to nest!

The predator is smart and swift;
The prey will certainly get caught;
There is a small chance to escape;
But, predator must make the fault!

Both owl and rat must eat to live;
The rat is prey for owl always;
The rat can still avoid its death;
It must respect the owl’s beak-might!

In life, we play with dangers oft;
We know that fire surely burns;
We walk into the ‘jaws of death’!
We take some risks that bring us death!

But being careful is a must;
We cannot risk our precious life;
Lurk dangers in our environs;
The thread of life could get cut fast!

poem by John Celes
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Just A Taste Of Life

what i have in my hand
is a slice of pineapple
it is sweet
its sweetness lingers
in my tongue
and sticks to my brain

it is simply a slice
just a taste of this bigger life
ahead of us

i have another slice
to hand to you
take it

why waste some time
on bitter herbs
and sour grapes?

what i have is just a slice
of sweet pineapple
take it now
it is sweet

what do we have next?
we shall wait and see

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Picnic in the rain

The rain was pouring down,
we set out for the park,
children in the back seat,
mothers in the front.

Picnic baskets packed,
tasty treats for all
we took a big umbrella
we'd need before nightfall.

A bottle of red for Al',
a can of beer for Jan
some Pepsi for young Josie
and a flask of tea for Anne.

Our French students came with us
spitting out French words,
oh la la and non, non, non
was plainly what we heard.

Zees mad English people
z'ey go out in zee rain,
we don't understand them
what zat they zey say again?

A streaker ran right by us,
I saw his ample cheeks,
well what else would I see
that might well rhyme with streak?

I tried to shade the children's eyes
but they were having none,
ooh la la, he's naked
look at his red bum!

We had a grand ol' afternoon
and then the sun came out.
Puddles dried up rapidly
and sun cream up did sprout.

So next time when it's pouring
we'll do it all again!
We're English, mad as hatters
and we picnic in the rain.

poem by Ruth Walters
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Dunne Studying.

Dunne watches her mistress sleep.
There is the flickering of the eyelids
As if in dream. She gets out of bed
And with soft tread walks to her
Mistress’s bed side and looks down.
She holds her breath. She takes in
Each aspect of the face and neck
And how the hair is spread upon
The pillow. She wants to lean down
And kiss the lips, put flesh to flesh.
She hovers like some hawk waiting
To fly down and take her fine prey.
She breathes out slowly. She watches
The rise and fall of her mistress’s breast.
She moves out a hand to lay it there
But does not touch. She imagines so.
Imagines also climbing into the bed
And snuggling up close and kissing
The nape of neck. Her hand lingers
Over the breasts. Her eyes greedily
Study the soft cheek. She breathes
In deep. Her heart pounds within her
Breast. So near so near. She imagines
Lying within those arms and feeling
The hands caress her back. Her mistress
Stirs and she moves away. Walks back
To her own bed to await the light of day.

poem by Terry Collett
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Long Life

Baby , you told me your life is wrong
And theres no sense in seeing it through
But Ive got my eyes open all the time
And Ive been waiting for you
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears, take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
Im just a guy from outside your world
And theres no words that I can say
But Ive got a feeling that youre the girl
To take all my love and just run away
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears , take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
(break)
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears, take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
cause its a long life and well worth the living
A long life and well worth the living
Its a long life

song performed by by Bee Gees
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One, Two, One... For You

the dust in the empty pockets
of the poor man,
walking home from work.
the plowed field just planted,
at the feet of sun and rain.
the simple house built by hand,
lifetimes written into the walls.
the last touch, the last kiss,
the moment never forgotten....

hearts wrapped in hearts,
live and die as one...
one set of footprints,
one name on the stone.
one set of wings,
one fire, one clap of thunder.
two words spoken, two empty vases.
one heart, one hawk flying,
two hands times two,
one dream!
two sparrows part,
one nest, and one tree!
two sides, two faces...
one memory!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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