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When You Got In
I Went Out
Such Is The Wrong Timing
Of Your
Compassion
Then We Talk
About The Proper Timing
Of Our Desires
You Set The Time, The Place, And The Mood
Now It Is Not Just Desire But
Love
Yes, Love,
But Sometimes I Still Wonder
What Love Is
When Two People Meet At The Proper Time
The Proper Place, And The Proper Mood
When Everything Seems Right
And Yet
Feels So Wrong
When Everything Is Supposedly Proper
And Yet
There Is Still This
Feeling Of Impropriety
I Am 48 Years Old And You Are 49
And I Am Just Asking
When We All Want To Be Inside The Room Of
Ecstacy
And Yet
They All Want Us
Out
Just Because They Also Feel
That The Timing May Be Right
But It Simply Does Not
Look All Right
And Then You Are A Little
Bit Irritated And You Ask
Finally
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wrong Timing
when you got in
i went out
such is the wrong timing
of your
compassion
then we talk
about the proper timing
of our desires
you set the time, the place, and the mood
now it is not just desire but
love
yes, love,
but sometimes i still wonder
what love is
when two people meet at the proper time
the proper place, and the proper mood
when everything seems right
and yet
feels so wrong
when everything is supposedly proper
and yet
there is still this
feeling of impropriety
i am 48 years old and you are 49
and i am just asking
when we all want to be inside the room of
ecstacy
and yet
they all want us
out
just because they also feel
that the timing may be right
but it simply does not
look all right
and then you are a little bit irritated and you ask
finally:
why do you talk too much?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Keep It Proper
Keep it proper!
You never know on you who might peep.
When you do a thing discreet.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Especially when you're seen in the streets.
You never know on you who might peep.
Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.
Controversy lovers love it,
More obscene.
People feed sensations that wound and bleed.
With a caring less of who's affected by misdeeds
Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best that you keep it proper,
That business to express on the streets.
You never know,
On you
Who might peep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After playing now for 60 years, it's still very challenging for me to play a simple melody and have it clean and touch the reed at the proper time in the proper way.
quote by Lee Konitz
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Awkward And Uncomfortable
Hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
Then let me crack a joke to break the ice.
The simplest one will suffice.
My shyness is a wire that need to be spliced.
When under such exposure can I keep my composure?
I just do not know.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
Then let me fall apart right in front of everyone.
Let me share in my horror stories of what some would call life.
Some would ask the question but isn't it fun?
I would say yes but at times I just want to run.
Hide in a dark corner holding a sharp knife.
It's pointed and ready.
I'm so scared.
Feelings in rawness to bare.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
They say practice makes perfect.
But of that paraphrase I feel so deserted.
No matter how many times I try one is just as awkward as the next.
It gets me all anxious and upset.
What if i do it wrong?
Worst yet if I do it exactly right and this one girl gets turned on?
What if she one of those that expects something a lonely soul like me can never give?
As things perpetuate at a steady pace it gets harder and harder to say no.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
~At The Age Of 27 In Someways I Still Feel Like A Child.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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They've just gone over the line in my opinion, and again, there's a proper time for a pat down, there's a proper time for an advanced technology body search, but it has to be done with some thought.
Think it over
Time to think it all over
Dear friend
Resituate, delegate
Inorder to start afresh
once again
Reaffirm what it really takes
To make all matter regulate
Reorganizing, is not to hesitate
Just utilizing proper timing
To assist all concerning
By Encouraging to cooperate
To lead is the
Opportunity, to demonstate
Think it over
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Angry Shitheal By The Rusty Train Car
that dudes so mean
I could tell by the way his guts rolled over his belt
we were dealing with an authority
I'm mean
what a fiend
far from lean
feeling supreme
saw him acoss the tracks oh boy now I got to talk to him
he seeing me and saying oh I hope he don't talk to me
We english cant even speak it proper
he looks at me like Im the pauper
with his
I
play
golf
this is this
first things first when years ago
I was just as wide eyed as you boy
singing 'rolling on a river' with no care for my job.
Now since the kids and that two timing broad
who grabbed the corners of my mouth
she keeps sinking with my frown
still parachuting still falling down
I cant beat bitter
I forgot how to dream
poem by Dizzy Darling
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The Creation of a Single Composition
It has been said, poetry is nothing more that placing
The proper word in its proper place.
How simply stated for the effort of a single composition!
Beneath the primeval of our subconscious mind
Lies the clay-material of all creation,
The strata of spiritual sedimentation,
Laid down before our birth.
From this wet plastic matter comes the substance
Of our imagination, the foundation
For the architecture of our reflections.
Sculpting images by the vocabulary used,
The writer cast, molds and shapes
The verbs and nouns into their final stage
Of fluid acquiescence.
Thus, the poet, by placing each word
Into its proper place, gives power, vision and speech
To every inaimate object;
Translating the infinite invisible,
Into sacred symbols,
From the potter's mind of thought.
(Blank Verse)
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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The proper words in the proper places are the true definition of style.
quote by Jonathan Swift
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It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.
quote by Max Frisch
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Oh yes, after the war, and we were all starving - we had no proper food or anything - no proper shoes.
quote by Ninette de Valois
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The loud noise
The loud noise
of school girls
that shouts at each other on the bus
banish every thought
and they laugh at a teacher,
that tries to teach them
to be ladies
and I wonder if they have got a clue
about proper manners.
The shouting way of talk
let it feel as if your soul
dies inside of you,
while the meaningless noise
of their talk
goes right through you,
and I wonder if this way
is own to them
and if from the start
they have no respect
for other people.
This Africa country of mine
will never be like Europe,
but it stays the place
that I love
and I wonder when
a person will ever here
have a own place in the sun.
poem by Gert Strydom
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There are six components of wellness: proper weight and diet, proper exercise, breaking the smoking habit, control of alcohol, stress management and periodic exams.
quote by Kenneth H. Cooper
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Pebble Justice
he picks up a pebble
and throws it into the sea
from a cliff
he asks: this is not a place
for pebbles
so this is not a pebble
i will return it to the sea
and be with the sands
and shells and
waves and winds
and seaweeds
and crabs
does he not wonder at all
if he has the power to decide where a pebble must be?
sometimes people assume so much
behaving like a god
must he think a little deeper and realize
that what is proper for the people is not proper for a pebble
that pebbles too have minds of their own
and who know if the same pebble to thinks
that the cliff is not the place of man
assuming to be its own god?
must he be considerate enough that pebbles too have
their own invisible feet
and well developed brains
and that when the man throws it into the sea
on the ground only of
impropriety
that the pebble may have objected it vehemently and could have
used its own hidden powers
but only that it did not show it
by reason of pity that this man
is so dumb
and so limited
in the flesh of its
own selfish
understanding?
does he not know that a pebble too demands respect
have privacy
and soon shall take its
inevitable revenge?
'bury mankind! they have thrown us away
without our consent' that is their clamor now
in their own
Pebble Court using their Pebble law
to be judged later
by their Pebble Magistrates.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Why In You...
when you get old with no one
to talk to
because everyone is living their own lives
lighting their own dark homes
brewing coffee and indulge in the most trivial arguments
about life
it is proper timing that you begin to scribble
recall, recoil, rebound, reverse, modify
scramble the letters of your past life
and write
your own tapestry in poetry,
and you do not tell them when in the next morning
you are wearing a smile
something that they cannot figure out
why.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At A Certain Point In Your Life
you go around
your room
and then to the kitchen
you look carefully
on each object
that you see
the rexona deodorant,
the knife,
the garlic and the onions
some rice grains
on the sink
you look at them
and they are all messy
you even think
the deodorant's place
is not in the kitchen
there are wrong
placements and you
want them changed
by you
you want something
proper
things in their places
you simply look
at each of them
and they are all alive
talking to you
they know
you do not have the time anymore
and they are so sorry for you
saying
goodbye
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With a mini series you can give the story a proper sense of pacing, a proper sense of closure.
quote by Garth Ennis
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Wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it; and a man becomes famous because he has the proper stuff in him.
quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Sonnet XIII: Behold What Hap
Behold what hap Pygmalion had to frame
And carve his proper grief upon a stone;
My heavy fortune is much like the same:
I work on flint, and that's the cause I moan.
For hapless, lo, ev'n with mine own desires,
I figur'd on the table of my heart
The fairest form, the world's eye admires,
And so did perish by my proper art.
And still I toil, to change the marble breast
Of her, whose sweetest grace I do adore,
Yet cannot find her breath unto my rest:
Hard is her heart, and woe is me, therefore.
O happy he that joy'd his stone and art,
Unhappy I to love a stony heart.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Improper love
Love that ends in marriage makes home.
Love sneaking out since then breaks home.
Love proper and improper live
But improper love rises faster.
Sexual love defies all parameters.
The elders exploit the minors.
Proximity is the breeding ground.
Coaches and bosses get their prey.
Uncles to nieces is a threat.
Cousins misuse their positions.
Incest relation escape eyes.
Ethics in love has lost its shine.
Love for a night stand makes no guilt.
Love in work place become sportive.
Lesbians have no inhibition.
Gays shed shame to seek union.
Improper love gains momentum
And would soon turn a proper one
Unless self restrains put a stop
And save the families from a break.
15.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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