Skipping Stones
Perhaps they don’t throw stones
Simply skipping them instead
Picking and choosing only the best
Sleek, slim, rounded at the edges
Such as will easily skim along the surface
Lacking desire to plum the depths
We, poets, observe them
Driven to distraction at times
Amused at other junctures
Maddened as well in turn
Or merely apathetic
But always perplexed
At these ‘Skimmers’
Whose fundamental immediate lives
Leave them skimming across the surface
Never dipping hands into cold deep waters
Or noticing the stream reflecting
The wonders of the skies
poem by Mary Havran
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Skimmers
As a boy he used to toss
flat rocks on the water
of the farm dam or nearby lake
watching them skim
over the surface
only touching here and there
and there was some magic
in the leaping
almost right across the water surface.
The wind whirls up tiny whirlwinds
running out before him on the beach,
a lonely boy is tossing shells into the air
which are blown back in a curling flight,
sand hits legs, arms and the body
stinging like sandpaper,
in the distance skimmers are eating from shells
near to green-blue hued pools,
with some flying low over the sea
and he flings his thoughts back to many years,
thinking again and again
about a world that has changed with time
how he changed from an innocent believing child
to the mature successful man
but his life is empty and he is here to find something.
[Reference: Skimmers by Ted Walker.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Early Works-Catacombs of Natural Beauty
The skies gentler shade than the seas
is hidden momentarily in the breeze.
The clouds that are colourfully crystallised
by the warm beckoning sun in our eyes.
The little bird that swoops and dives
flies the freeways of the skies.
While deep in the evergreen below,
the breeze bends flowers to and fro.
As gentle waters of the stream
reflects the sun in diamond shaped gleams.
As beneath the rippling waters surface
algae and underwater weed is spread out like a velvet green sash.
(Date Written Unknown)
poem by David Harris
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At The Surface Of These All.....
it is nice at the top
there is more fun in there
at the surface one sees
sun and landscapes of
plains and trees and houses and
trains and
roads,
at night, it is a city of
glittering diamonds
and you are on top of this
situation
it is nice swimming at the surface
seeing the rest enjoying their splash of
days
but it gets lonely
sometimes, at first, then most of the times
the nights are like clinging hands
pulling you down to
some depths of your
kept oceans
showing you the dark side
of your existence
the most silent part of it
this one
tells you the truth
and speaks straight to you
without
the flowers of
euphemistic living
you are plunged into a vast silence of the
deepest part in you
and you take all the risk
that somehow because of too much pressure
you break down into
pieces of
broken stars
porcelain, glass, cracking
and this inability to join the pieces together
makes you
incomplete again into the emptiness of your
being
what i hear is sighs in the depths like
some kind of
whales communicating that there is something greater
down there
rather than the top the surface which may offer you
a loud life laughing
but then deep inside their is this wailing and mourning
as though someone so well loved
has just passed away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist
If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.
If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.
And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.
So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yacht Dance
(andy partridge)
We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas,
That would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat if given half a chance.
No need to look back to pictures of lost, when all was rust.
We, we will skim across the surface of the mud as if were spinning pebbles
Oh, in our yacht dance
Oh, in our yacht dance
We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas,
Made of people stained with scorn who never see the light of real love.
No need to look back through diaries of lost now turned to dust.
We, we will skate across the surface of the storm as if were wheeling sea-birds.
Oh, in our yacht dance
Oh, in our yacht dance
And how theyll be jealous of both of us!
In our yacht dance.
We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas,
That would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat if given half a chance.
No need to look back to pictures of lost, when all was rust.
We, we will skim across the surface of the mud as if were spinning pebbles
Oh, in our yacht dance
Oh, in our yacht dance
song performed by by Xtc
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The removal of an electron from the surface of an atom - that is, the ionization of the atom - means a fundamental structural change in its surface layer.
quote by Johannes Stark
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Song: Memory Lake
Memory lake
Remember when we carved our names on the rail,
Back in our younger days.
Remember when we’d stay out late and talk,
until the sun found it’s resting place.
And we’d sit and watch the planes fly high and the birds fly low,
As we talk about our day.
Remember when we promised each other,
Some day we’d leave this place.
But I never knew,
Your wish would come true,
And you’d leave me alone,
But just so you know.
I’ll be picking the flowers and laying them on the water,
And watching them float away.
I’ll be picking up the stones and skipping them trying to,
break that record you made.
And I’ll be watching the sun as it sets,
Remembering never to forget,
Your face,
And the memory’s we made.
By the dock was our place.
Remember when our smiles shined and we crossed the line,
Every step that we’d take.
And remember when we’d laugh our troubles away,
Then make double just for laughter’s sake.
And we’d find a way to argue but in the end I knew,
That nothing could make us break.
We had our tears and had our trial, dealt with pain by open smiles,
Right there on memory lake.
But I never knew,
That your wish would come true,
And you’d leave me here all alone.
And who would have thought,
That a broken heart would be,
The closest I’d ever get, to snow.
I’ll be picking the flowers and laying them on the water,
And watching them float away.
I’ll be picking up the stones and skipping them trying to,
break that record you made.
And I’ll be watching the sun as it sets,
Remembering never to forget,
Your face,
And the memory’s we made.
On memory lake, oh,
Memory lake.
Don’t take it away, don’t take it away,
Don’t take away, memory lake, our lake.
I’ll be picking the flowers and laying them on the water,
And watching them float away.
I’ll be picking up the stones and skipping them trying to,
break that record you made.
And I’ll be watching the sun as it sets,
Remembering never to forget,
Your face,
And the memory’s we made.
On memory lake.
poem by Joey Smith
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Some Prefer What's On The Surface
It's in the meaning that comes,
That may not suit everyone...
With a getting to be done and quick.
It's in the meaning that comes,
That may not suit everyone...
With a getting to be done,
Before they run.
Some prefer what's on the surface,
And not below it to pick.
Some prefer what's on the surface,
With no thought attached to it.
Some prefer what's on the surface,
Since it's easier to get.
Without a picking up to leave to then split.
It's in the meaning that comes,
That may not suit everyone...
With a getting to be done and quick.
It's in the meaning that comes,
That may not suit everyone...
To pick up,
To leave to then split.
And many will prefer it to sit.
With...
A caring less of meaning in it.
Or...
Discovering themselves,
A meaninglessness.
No one wishes to discover,
A meaning exists.
Or bother to uncover,
A meaninglessness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A River Flows
Where does the river flow
if not to you?
How deep its depths
if these
are not yours?
How broad is the river bank?
Broad enough
for the tug-boats
to push my heart along.
If there are fish in the river,
they sing your name
open-mouthed,
fish-style,
making tiny bubbles float
up, up to the river surface
where they pop
spread
announcing to the Firmament
that Love lives just below
the deep river flows.
Yes, you and I
are the river;
we flow,
run deep
down to that
ocean-mix
in which
our souls
swirl.
Mix me then
in depths deep.
Mix you then
amid this ocean sweep
and all else,
for me
becomes meaningless
so great
is our Soul Mixed
Ocean Bliss.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Summer Scene
A lazy leaf-laden river
Snakes around a sandy shoreline
While copulating dragonflies
Fly over near-stagnant water
In aimless zigzag ecstasy.
Dozens of stout brown birds skimming
The surface, ascending slightly,
Than dipping incredibly low
Miraculously avoiding
Contact with the wet surfactant.
Along the shore a raft of ducks
Noisily swim by in a queue
Seemingly like some summertime
Carnival shooting gallery.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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To Be Somebody's Hero
It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
With a living of a life,
That's perfect in someone's eyes.
It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
To one day disappoint.
And become the one criticized.
Those who get a whiff of this,
Try to hide their blemishes.
And flaws they cover to dismiss,
A heart that wishes to please.
And...
Alone they seek to be.
Eventually.
No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
To one day disappoint.
And become the one criticized.
It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
With a living of a life,
That's perfect in someone's eyes.
No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
Yeah.
No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
And,
At times they can get deeper.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Feeling Like It
how many times
shall you change a word
simply because
you do not feel liking it?
how many times
shall this world of ours be destroyed?
how many times
shall this war be waged shall lives be wasted
in the name of change?
this feeling of
' i want change i want something new'
how many times shall we cut
edges and then feel the pain of
desolation?
now, i must leave a space
at the start of the lines. I protest
one blank line
between the sections.
no link. no connection. how many times
shall you do this to us?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Can Be Disastrous....
do not attempt
to wear my shirt
it may be
calamitous
do not steal my hands
it will be disastrous
for what you desire
to hold
shall turn to stone
what you kiss
shall turn into a snake
and it will bite you
as it has bitten me
many times have i suffered
escaped death like a magician
what you eat
shall turn into wind
how can you be satisfied?
you shall be in
eternal thirst and hunger
no one has the power
to fulfill your desires
or your dreams or your
queries
do not borrow my pair of
shoes
it can burn your feet
it may cut your toes
into pieces
by now you must have
wondered
how i survive all my
years
you see it is not easy
never been smooth and easy
i never lived a life like
that
and you may never believe
it
now that i am old
and shall die in any hour
of my choosing
burn everything i leave
behind
forget every memory that
i have given you
my shoes, my shirt, my hands
my mind, my dreams,
do not forget my eyes
do not be misled by its visions
burn them thoroughly and
throw all the ashes to the
far ocean
of this earth
do not fish there
it can still be disastrous.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Spring Pastoral
Liza, go steep your long white hands
In the cool waters of that spring
Which bubbles up through shiny sands
The colour of a wild-dove's wing.
Dabble your hands, and steep them well
Until those nails are pearly white
Now rosier than a laurel bell;
Then come to me at candlelight.
Lay your cold hands across my brows,
And I shall sleep, and I shall dream
Of silver-pointed willow boughs
Dipping their fingers in a stream.
poem by Elinor Morton Wylie
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Something Wonderful
picking
strawberries from
the garden
choosing the
plump ones
dipping each
on mayonnaise
letting each
stay inside your mouth
sometime
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Word
I have an easy beauty one that is happy.
I glide on the surface of winds.
I glide on the surface of seas
I have grown sentimental
I no longer know the guide
I no longer move silk over ice
I am diseased flowers and stones
I love the most chinese of nudes
I love the most naked lapses of wings
I am old but here I am beautiful
And the shadow that flows from the deep windows
Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
poem by Paul Eluard
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Beneath Still Waters
(dallas frazer)
Beneath still waters
Theres a strong undertow
The surface wont tell you
What the deep water knows
Darling, Im saying
I know somethings wrong
Beneath still waters
Your love is gone
Even a fool could see
That youll soon be leaving me
But each and every heart
Must take its turn at misery
And this time its me
And Ill cry alone
Beneath still waters
Your love is gone
Even a fool could see
That youll soon be leaving me
But each and every heart
Must take its turn at misery
And this time its me
And Ill cry alone
Beneath still waters
Your love is gone
Beneath still waters
Your love is gone
Beneath still waters
Your love is gone
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Scratch The Surface
Scratch the surface serve a purpose
scratch the surface don't waste my time
Such empty life Such simple sheep night after night
herd to the creeps all hidden faults beauty is null
such shallow sight barely skin deep
What is the force that drives the superficial
tell me what keeps their minds remaining little
so afraid of what they'd see underneath the fantasy
so afraid to actually scratch the surface.
All mirrors hide Big money lies faillure inside
big lying eyes that's maybe why eyes are the soul
they take so much time big dollar signs
song performed by by Sick Of It All from Scratch The Surface
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Your mind is like water in a pond
Observe the water in a pond
Keep it still and particles will sediment to ground
Only then the surface becomes transparent and clear
Our reflections we can view without a blur
When wind blows and creates waves on the surface
Those sediments will be stirred up and make the water opaque
Then the water surface is no longer transparent and clear
And our reflections in it will become just blurs
Our mind is like water in that pond
Only when still and calm it can be clear and strong
If we let external forces disturb our still and calm mind
By those things we will be controlled and beguiled.
poem by Henry Chen
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This Time Around
Every single hour in my hands
Every second word that goes to send
Another day is tied behind my back
Another beating heart is all I have
But not this time around
Not this time around
If you came around
I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
I never thought I'd live to see this day
I always knew the sun would go away
I never had the strength to turn away, oh
In the end is always how I feel
Not this time around
Not this time around
If you came around
I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
How will I
Will you find me?
How will I
Been away
Oh will I
Will you find me?
How will I ever know?
I don't believe in beautiful mistakes
Every turn of fate is on to take
Another turn or second chance goes by
Every wrong turn comes an eye to eye
Not this time around
Not this time around
And if you came around
I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
But not this time around
Well I'd leave the skies today
Not this time around
Not this time around
I'd leave the skies today
song performed by by Howie Day
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