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For Him I Know Not: X

this space between
these two hands
never felt empty
eversince you had
filled it with your
invisible presence
the nights are no longer
vacant and brooding
the day full of promise
with the wholesome space
occupying my being...

15jun2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Woman's Surrender

Down down there
Deep deep in the hidden recesses
There lies a little space
Vacant and welcoming…

That’s where she resides!

And when she submits herself
To him, who fills that vacant space
Willingly does she forgo
All that she once believed in

And when she submits herself
She’s not mere body
All that’s buried in the niches
Of the subconscious
Come to the fore for
A willing surrender

And when she submits herself
She willingly reduces herself
To a blissful point of death
Only to be reborn in his hands
To rebuild a life for him and her

A woman does rarely submit herself
And when she does,
Every nth part of her self
And her world is surrendered
To him, alone!

10mar2010
15.01hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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You Kept Your Promise

On an August morning not so long ago.
I was making myself busy, starting
to run my errands for the day.

The sun was brightly shining. It was
a beautiful day.I felt more lite and
happier than usual.

I had just left my home, driving my
car. I was alone, windows open, when
suddenly a cool breeze blew in my face.

I felt a presence enter my car, taking
up space in the passengers seat.I
felt as though someone had entered the
car with me. I instantly glanced in that
direction to check it out. The seat was
empty, but the presence was strong and
lingered for several seconds.

Thoughts began to run through my mind.
I remembered words once spoken to me.I
will never leave you, like your shadow,
I'll be with you always, I promise. I
whispered something in return.

Just as quickly as it came, it was gone.
I was emotionally spent. Tears filled my
eyes I was forced to stop the car, and
gain my composure.

Oh face of yesterday, you kept your promise.

(c) copyright heather burns

poem by Heather Burns
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Occupying Vacant Space!

I'm not a 'what-if-er'
Suffering from 'could-be-itis'.

If it is something I am not going to deal with...
It will be left.
That's it.

To sit and wonder about an outcome...
Are the activities of those who promise themselves,
Tomorrow provides them stimulation.

And those are the same folks...
Who can not wait for a yesterday to relive.
To do exactly what their doing now!
Occupying vacant space!

Hoping their faith will deliver to them motivation.
To get up off their procrastinating butts!

'Why are you so...'

Blunt?

'No!
I was thinking of...
Vivid.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Primal Death

Space
Time
Space
Travel
Raining
Ai ming
Space
Time
Space
Expanding
Un iting
Increasing
Space
Time
Space
Sweeping
Restraining
Stretching
Space
Time
Space
Wrestling
Throwing
Throwi ng up
Space
Time
Space
Falling
Sinkin g
Overturning
Space
Time
Space
Whi rling
Space
Time
Space
Disturbing
Space
Time
Space
Whirring
Space
Ti me Space
Erring at
Nothing

poem by August Stramm
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Vacant Space

this is the vacant space
of my room, you may come

this is the vacant hour
you may barge and talk simply talk

this is the vacant lot of my being
you may build your home

this is vacant
fill it with space, drag your hours here,
start watering the roses in your garden
beside your house

this is a vacant hole in my ear
talk simply talk

i am always listening
this is my vacant line, please fill in the missing
word

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We felt it was very important for an entity like CCTV to make its presence felt... To generate a space and to define a space, that is the main thing.

quote by Rem Koolhaas
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The Reasons

sometimes
tired of the buzzing of the word
he gives flesh to it

even wings
and so the bees
come

often
the words are empty like
a vacant room

or an abandoned
cottage in one of those
untamed forest

one can do
something as he does
after so many
experimentation

when words are just
wind or air or static space
he plants a tree
and leaves become
inhabitants

flowers arrive as buds
and butterflies
of variant colors
arrive as
colonies

must you remember
how the void is filled
with light and there was light

how the islands come
dotting the seas?

who likes a void, an empty space?
even God
dislikes it

we are here
because of that.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For Papa

The hardest thing to say
is a forever goodbye
to those who are close
and akin to you.

There is a space within us
that is now vacant and bare
now that you no longer
reside in there.

Each morning is empty
though your presence
is around us
urging us to carry on.

The smile on everyone's face
reminds us of yours.
Though you are gone,
you are never far away.

We will remember
all the times we had
and how you brightened up
our days with laughter.

Papa you have entered that big sleep,
and into heaven you went
to our lord, and in his care
may your soul in peace keep.

14 May 2012

poem by David Harris
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Loneliest Time Of The Year

Christmas is the loneliest time of the year
as we remember those whom have passed along
and can never again be near.
An empty stocking on the fireplace
where a filled one should be,
the vacant place under the tree
where presents should be,
The empty space in our hearts
we carry with us all the time
and sadness lines our faces
that should be filled with smiles.
Christmas should be a time of celebration,
but with the empty spaces
there is no cheer here
in the loneliest time of the year.

poem by David Harris
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My Space

You entered my space
The space that was mine alone
It was my cocoon
I felt safe there.
Then you thundered in and somehow took over.
I treasured my space, it was only for me.
You came and shook my fragile walls, shattered my peace,
Disturbed my equilibrium.
Now my space isn't my space anymore.
But you gave me something that made my space obsolete,
You gave me your love.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Air...nothing But Air....

i have not seen you
you are air
that passes me by
you are invisible and you
want to teach my heart
to love
so you ask the help of the
scented flower
and you made the petals dance
the buds open
and you have finally taught my
heart to sing
the songs of love
under the fullness of the moon

i feel you then...

can i change you into something that i can kiss
and touch and sleep with?
you are air still,
you are invisible,
i feel your essence but i cannot touch
your presence
my arms are empty
and longings still haunt me
you are still a certain space
that is never filled up
by any substance

you will pass me by
and i will feel the absence later
and this will amount to nothing but pain

more & more pain and so
i have decided for once
on a shorter notice
that as early as noontime
i shall forget you then
completely even before
the sunset comes.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: I

Breathing: you invisible poem! Complete
interchange of our own
essence with world-space. You counterweight
in which I rythmically happen.

Single wave-motion whose
gradual sea I am:
you, most inclusive of all our possible seas-
space has grown warm.

How many regions in space have already been
inside me. There are winds that seem like
my wandering son.

Do you recognize me, air, full of places I once absorbed?
You who were the smooth bark,
roundness, and leaf of my words.

Translated by Stephen Mitchell

poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Physical Presence

I leave as I enter
another boy caught in-between
now all I can muster
are whispers to your screams
don't you remember
how you eased my disgrace
don't you remember
the love you saw in my face
perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence
I sought affection
but now I realize
a cold rejection
the movement in your eyes
but I can remember
when you shook against me
I can remember
when I saw what love could be
perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence
ain't what she did
it's the way that she did it
when I couldn't give
only she could forgive it
ain't what she did
it's the way that she did it
as long as I live
it's for me to re-live it . . .
silence . . .
part of the answer
is that there's really no escape
part of the answer
is that life can have such perfect shape
don't you remember
all the nights you shared in my disgrace
don't you remember
that the love that filled this empty space was . . .
. . . perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence

song performed by by Level 42
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Toronto Symphony # 1

Toronto is growing everyday
Because new buildings in Toronto is going up everywhere
And I believe that soon the view will be blocked
But I believe that one day we won't have the green space anymore
Because the green space will be filled with buildings
Can we save the green space in Toronto?
Does anybody cares about the green space in Toronto
And Toronto is not a clean city
it is very dirty indeed and the reason for that is that everybody litter the Street everywhere they go
And the streets in Toronto are full of potholes

poem by Aldo Kraas
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0304 Drawing space

See this whitish sheet - now mellowing to a shade
of precious ivory - gently revealing in the finest lines of silver-point
two lovers whose whole air of innocence
makes them angelic, as if their ardent gaze
joined souls not bodies;
though those bodies, beautiful, transparent,
she all gauze, her dress
moved by the lightest breath of air as if it would
return her to the air; her breasts, to innocence itself;
he, every muscle of proud chest under pleated jerkin
joining his dancing legs to ardent eyes
consumed in adoration for what he barely dares,
her beauty and its innocence

this silver-point might be from Botticelli, or
a well-trained student in the master’s mind
glancing over and across the studio
at what the master, the magician,
conjures out of space and out of mind;

the then white vacant sheet
undifferentiated space as if
it were Creation waiting the command
to be itself;
there’s magic still to come, and space itself
yet to be brought alive. See these lines;
they are not bounding bodies, but the space itself;
on one side of this line, the air alive with happening that’s invisible,
the other side, her space we call her body;
all her life enclosed in what the artist sees –
awakening of love; see in the space
between her outstretched hand and his,
about to join with lightest touch in dance,
- electricity - before mankind knew such a thing or named;
and in this space, there’s love divine.

and see the space between their eyes: why,
in that space, their lives, the present, past, the future;
their minds, their hearts, their souls
hover all expressed and yet invisible;

from emptiness the artist has found space;
from space, from line, drawn as the first time, love.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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And the Child Draws a World

the teacher asks the child to draw
The world
& the universe

And the child with his Mongol pencil
put a dot
for a start on his clean white bondpaper

(& as his fingers are clumsy
His hands still shaky)

he makes a stretch of a crooked
line

Stretching
& occupying almost all the space of the paper
To make a
Crooked circle

His world

And for his universe
He draws five little stars
crude
A crescent moon A comet moving In a blank space

A space rocket
Is drawn
On the top page in propulsion

A crooked circle The lines hardly meet At a common point
For a world

A little blank space For the universe

And where is God there?
The teacher asks him

You gave no instruction, sir. The child answered.

But He is there, the Child thinks.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Utter Space

I come from outer space at least I think I do
I need a change of pace thats why I walk with you
Its a change up-left-one-two
In outer space
Ive had a change of heart Im tired of being the best
I need another part to make an educated guess
And help me pass the test
In outer space
In outer space
In outer space
I come from outer space at least I think I do
I need another face I need one just like you
Its a change up-left-one-two
In outer space
In outer space
In outer space
The space
Outer space
The space
In outer space

song performed by by Men Without Hats
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A Physical Presence

I leave as I enter
Another boy caught in-between
Now all I can muster
Are whispers to your screams
Dont you remember
How you eased my disgrace
Dont you remember
The love you saw in my face
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
I sought affection
But now I realize
A cold rejection
The movement in your eyes
But I can remember
When you shook against me
I can remember
When I saw what love could be
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
Aint what she did
Its the way that she did it
When I couldnt give
Only she could forgive it
Aint what she did
Its the way that she did it
As long as I live
Its for me to re-live it . . .
Silence . . .
Part of the answer
Is that theres really no escape
Part of the answer
Is that life can have such perfect shape
Dont you remember
All the nights you shared in my disgrace
Dont you remember
That the love that filled this empty space was . . .
. . . perfected in silence
A physical presence
Perfected in silence
A physical presence

song performed by by Level 42
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Astronauts

couples on the verge of divorce
have become astronauts because they always say they need

space.
it matters, and matter is that
which occupies space and has weight.
i need space. i am gaining weight.

i am standing on a cliff, on the verge of an abyss
i am not afraid
i want to fall, because i am an astronaut too needing

space.
i miss the fun at the opening of your beehive.
sort of your art boutique
i did not forget it.
i need space.
i need space.you badly need more space.

tomorrow morning you will ask me
why did you write a sad poem last night?

and i too, now, needed more space
to lie,
i will ask you,
which one?

did i?
i cannot remember.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Got Nothing

i got nothing
my hands are bare
i am empty
my head is light
i have a space in my heart
i have nothing to give you
i promise nothing to you

why do you love me still?

i have only love
i have only the promises of death.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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