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tongue-tied winds
on sturdy trees

sea weaving waves
log-rolling on the shores

moon floating weakly
on the murky river

nights without neon lights
brokenhearted

rivers on their usual journeys
towards the sea of options

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Neon Nights

[Verse I]
Oh No
Here it comes again
Cant remember when
We came so close to love before
Hold on
Good things never last
Nothings in the past
It always seems to come again
Again and again
Again and again oh yeahno
[Verse II]
Cry out
To legions of the grave
Time again to save us
From the jackals of the dream
Ride out
Protectors of the realm
Captain at the helm
Who sail across the sea of lights
[Bridge]
Circles and rings
Dragons and kings
Weaving a shock and a spell
Blessed by the night
Holy and bright
Called by the toll of the bell
[Chorus]
Bloody angels fast descending
Moving on a never bending line
Phantom figures reap forever
On a shadow shining ever bright
Neon Nights!
Neon Nights!
Alright
[Verse III]
Cry out
To legions of the grave
Time again to save us
From the jackals of the dream
Ride out
Protectors of the realm
Captains at the helm
Who sail across the sea of lights
[Chorus]
Again and again
Again and again and again
Neon Nights!
Neon Nights!
Neon Nights!
Alright

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Thought On A Voyage

it touches shores unheard of
hurricanes and high tides
does it survive
yes, it goes places floating
on the sea-scape within
the salt of the sea and earth
it sustains on
no fear no joy
it just be
floating on
(un) familiar waters
passing by
(un) familiar shores

afloat
as winds and waves
deem it

28 oct 2010
20.14hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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When We Meet Again Sometime This Summer

i tell you, i do not like winters, and i do not wish
to go where winter lies. I am intolerant of anything
that freezes me, that thaws, that gives me frost,
that bites like an ant, that solidifies me like
refrigerator ice.

i like summers. Flowers blooming. Green grass
spreading. Butterflies in different colors in the garden.
Bees just enough for the buzz. I love trees. I love
rivers, and springs and creeks.

Bamboo trees beside the rocks beside the pebbles
beside the river. I like the songs of the rivers. Lots of rivers.
Gentle rains. Hush winds. Cool shades. Shadows of mountains.

When we meet again, i like it to be this summer.
Lots of sun. Warmth., Sweat. Perspirations. Palpitations
of the hearts of the young on summer time.
Under the cool shades of the trees on summer nights.

I always remember summer nights.Strong summer winds.
Flown hair. Drying pants and underwears. My legs exposed
Beside the brook. I like being naked. I like being on top of
everything.

With you, on you, by you, within you, in your mouth all over your face.
Oh summer breeze. See you. Feel you. Love you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Those Rumors....

the talk of the town is like a river
it runs to the banks of the rivers of other towns
and fills in every openings along the way
it floods and does not ebb away
until it finds the sea with a very big mouth
and swallows everything

like a whale to all the
species of plankton

along the shores of time
there lies peace and cool sea breeze

and varieties of lovers once again
make their usual forbidden trysts
under those tall coconut trees.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Own Dance....

in the darkness of our
nights
we shall dance
my love

just the two of us
and our shadows
that the moon so full
shall fill with delight

our music is our silence
oh, many shall join us
in this merriment

the sands of the shores
the leaves of the coconut trees
the winds of the horizon

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Day You Stop By A Bridge And Just Sit There

and gaze at the rage of the water
under
the brown river gathering all the nuts
from the mountain
after the flood

murky, all murky
you sit there staring blankly
down
under

and you get carried away
floating
like one of the coconuts
not minding
direction

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hollywood Nights

Words and music by bob seger
She stood there bright as the sun on that california coast
He was a midwestern boy on his own
She looked at him with those soft eyes,
So innocent and blue
He knew right then he was too far from home he was too far from home
She took his hand and she led him along that golden beach
They watched the waves tumble over the sand
They drove for miles and miles
Up those twisting turning roads
Higher and higher and higher they climbed
And those hollywood nights
In those hollywood hills
She was looking so right
In her diamonds and frills
All those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
She had all of the skills
Hed headed west cause he felt that a change
Would do him good
See some old friends, good for the soul
She had been born with a face that would her
Get her way
He saw that face and he lost all control
He had lost all control
Night after night, day after day, it went on and on
Then came that morning he woke up alone
He spent all night staring down at the lights of la
Wondering if he could ever go home
And those hollywood nights
In those hollywood hills
It was looking so right
It was giving him chills
In those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
With a passion that kills
In those hollywood nights
In those hollywood hills
She was looking so right
In her diamonds and frills
All those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
She had all of the skills

song performed by by Bob Seger
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Neon Lights

Neon lights
Shimmering neon lights
And at the fall of night
The city is made of light
Neon lights
Shimmering neon lights
And at the fall of night
The city is made of light
I dream of you
With me tonight
Were all alone
Under the neon lights
And walking home
Youre by my side
The neon lights
Are in our eyes
Neon lights
Shimmering neon lights
And at the fall of night
The city is made of light
Neon lights
Shimmering neon lights
And at the fall of night
The city is made of light

song performed by by Omd
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Underneath The Neon Sign

Our hero leaves the pub his head still
Swimming with alcohol, his head
Buzzing with facts, figures and
Computers. night is descending as he
Wearily makes his way home through
The traffic jams and neon lights of the
Great metropolis.
Underneath the neon sign
All I see is imitation
And theres no earth beneath my feet.
There are no trees or fields in front of me
Only slabs of concrete.
Skyscrapers reaching up to the clouds,
Dont give the moon a chance to shine,
And Ive got imitation moonlight
Standing underneath the neon sign.
Is it real or just illusion?
Can there be a time when its night?
Is it merely my delusion
Or my senses telling me lies.
Is it just hallucination?
Have I been drinking too much wine?
I dont know if its day or night,
When Im underneath the neon sign.
Underneath the neon sign.
Electronic nature made by man with robots in mind.
Big city lights guide my way into the night, darkness shines
When Im standing underneath the neon sign.
If there isnt any sunshine
Well some-day buy the neon sign
And if we cant see any stars at night
Well sit and watch the traffic lights.
If there isnt any day-time
Ive got an imitation dawn,
Ive got a simulated sunshine
Standing underneath the neon sign.
Is it an illusion?
Have I been drinking too much wine?
Can there be day-time when its night
Underneath the neon sign.
Underneath the neon sign.
Is it mother nature
Playing tricks with my eyes
For darkness shines
When Im standing underneath the neon sign.

song performed by by Kinks
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Ships Passing In Night Born

ships are sailing upon turn tide flowing river waters
light is dance happy mellow yellows closing long day
soon sunset will add flame reds fingers yellow gold
sun sets sinks into still sea upon horizon home shores
dust light fades shadows creep in stealth murky images
suddenly black dawns night deep darkness speaks in glory

starlight sparkles upon enchanted waters river ebbs flows
passage across bar out into ocean waves rocks emotions
soon short journeys made upon ocean waters salts senses
watch shoreline beach grey sands invisible stretch wet away
waters dark painted ocean oil black sparkles in flow waves
beach sands perfume night with residue heat breeze vapours

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Nature's Suicide

even the sight of the moon
hanging upon
a tree

or the river murky with
the flood of the mud from the
mountains

like running blood
like a rope tied at the beam of the house

all, at first glance,
makes this goose-flesh in my body

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Notes Of Sendong

so most of them are confessions,
like rain confessing to the grass in the sound of
a heavy rainfall
and in so doing, because it did not know how to stop
has caused the mountains to vomit
and the rivers to rise because they too are crying
and letting go the tears of creeks and ponds
and sobbing like ten waterfalls and raging like the sounds of
rocks and mud letting go of their hidden sorrows

and so why are there so many dead floating in the river and covered
by logs and mud?

the rains have confessed about the death of trees
and corruption of the winds
and then the names of men come out
they are the causes of all these sufferings
the innocent residents of the river banks are
the ultimate victims

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tongue Tied

Before I spoke
Your voice was moving here
The water safe
This way
That way
I feel his thoughts
Your choice
It's all there
There comes a time to find
Piece of mind
Take some time to let go
'Cos I wanna know
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind
So tongue tied
But I want you by my side
And I wait
And I wait here for a while
Just to see your smile
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind
The day I mean
A sign a world too
To get you back in mine
For a time
The cloudy phase
But I do wanan hear from you
The only one to feel
In a here
You have a mind of your own
And I wanan know
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind
So tongue tied
But I want you by my side
And I wait
And I wait here for a while
Just to see your smile
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind
We appear there is fear
Be right here
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind
So tongue tied
But I want you by my side
And I wait
And I wait here for a while
Just to see your smile
So tongue tied
I can tell what's on your mind

song performed by by Holly Valance
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When Rivers Begin To Recede..

Rivers recede often in search of their spots of origin
And the mighty oceans begin to recall their past!
Rivers never get back to them.

A river whispers something into the ears of the paternal mountain
Her travelogue is it perhaps.
She falls silent then.

In the depths of the seas a sigh is heard
And it reaches the ears of none.
No river begins to flow again!

The pearls of the seas are shattered across the shores
And the carcasses of little Mermaids afloat the shallow waves.
At the tops of the peaks one hears the shouts of joy.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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What They Say!

They say….
She comes,

When gusts of wind whistle and boom
And the boughs of trees shake and rattle
When the lilts of a doleful song
Come floating through the desert air
And waves on waves of enticing strain
Percolate through the silent gloom
When all at once, a foggy mist
Blurs the sight and folds the Earth

They say….
She comes,

Gliding from the southern wild
Out from a mysterious hide
With a heady perfume swooning the sense
Her white dress trailing the dust
Her wavy hair lying loose
Her rolling eyes glistening bright
Weaving around a weird air
And casting out a magic spell
Enslaved within a castle desolate
Forewarned not to roam in day light
She sets out on her nocturnal round
With the world lying wrapped in sleep.
She paces vagrant up the wild
Until dawn breaks and Sirius wanes
With fire glowing in her veins
And madness burning in her brain

So weary………so forlorn,
She roams under a starless sky
Stealing away on moon blanched nights
Never casting a shadow behind
Never touching her feet on ground

They say…

Owls hoot and wolves howl
Beasts wail and willows rustle
That set the world on throes of fear
And make the men shudder in terror

poem by Valsa George
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Winter Moon, Misty Moon

winter moon, misty moon
playful behind the trees
over the hidden Brisbane river
that makes the air thick with mist;
winter moon, full-moon
luminous and rolling
behind brooding giant trees;
winter moon, misty moon
that makes its area luminous and clean
and cares not if everything else is indistinct

poem by Raj Arumugam
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The City And The Town

this is what the city has to offer
neon lights, ambulance screams,
loud music, beer and ale,
a small room, a busy life,
a little sleep,
exquisite dinners,
late shows, gags, gigs.
but i have enough of all these,

i went to the little town
and have this wooden house,
beside a river, there are flowers
blooming and vegetable gardens,
and tranquil horizons,
a beautiful sunset
a brighter sunrise,
crustal clear rivers,
home fishing, and mountain treks,
and fresh smell of green grass,
and cool shades of trees,
mountain shadows,
full moons and singing birds
love calls, and fresh fruits
direct from the trees,
wild chickens, and
horses to ride and carabaos
to pasture, goats to feed
and turkey chases,

a very peaceful sleep at night
under the moon
lamp-lit room and some cicadas
in concert with the frogs
and crickets and worms
and then the rain
starts to fall
you hear the sweet hum
of the nearby river

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Was It Something Wrong?

and so the moon
in its fullness finally kissed
the face
of the river

and the river
shimmered
as though it felt the coldness
of the rain

the moon asks the wind
if there is something wrong
with love

the winds hushed
as though something happened
as though
kissing is shameful
when it is done with the fullness
of desire

the grasses
who buries everything
past and future
as usual, are as silent
as though
nothing is memorable
like the indifference of the stones.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pastel poem [Pastel]

At sunset, from beyond the peaks,
Red blinks at dusk in silence glow
They break in small and shining streaks,
Which into shaded Danube flow.

The murky waves bury them all
And under osiers downstream,
On water hardly shake and crawl
Like orange peel, or so they seem.

Down there, above the forest, soon,
Where shrubberies are dark and wet,
Rises the handsome crescent moon
And sparkles from a minaret.

And, as if painted with this goal,
The island casts its shadow long,
Cut from the world, playing the role
Of a medieval castle, strong.

Looks like a ship charmed near the shore
Which anchored at the mountains' feet,
A wonder dreamed and waited for
By the old Danube's water sheet!

In the clear nights, calm, half asleep,
It waited for the morning bright,
To get out of the water deep
And come to surface in the light

A floating garden, purest one,
With trees and birds that sing in tune,
With flowers laughing at the sun,
But trembling scared under the moon.

poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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The Dead Fish Speaking For İtself

the best evidence
of that dead fish
is its body bloating
and stinking
floating on the
murky river

the rage of the river
tries to report the sad story
to the deep
blue sea

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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