A Cautionary Note
there is a way to
reach other minds
teaching can be
a tool
to let them show
how mushrooms
grow
on fields of rotten
hay
there are more than
other ways
to make our coldness
felt
not growing hands
not having to add
more feet
on such a grotesque
alternative
funny clowns
at a certain time can be
entertaining
but we get bored of
what happens
almost every time
when they please us
again with the
usual images of
thick lips and
curly hair
i tell you about
Plato's midwife
and the woman
who conceived and
gave birth
to new ideas
it is this
teaching, this medium
to make minds open
like some
peaceful corals
untouched by
our hands
an open heart
arms that always mimic
an embrace
blinking lights
of towers
asking ships to
dock away
from storms
as i type all these
please take note
i demand nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Open Arms
If love is what you want
Baby here I am
If tenderness is what you need
Ive got that to give
If you need some affection
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
You come hem youve had a hard day
Every door you tried to open
Was closing in your face
Im right here Ill be right here
Ill embrace you
Ill be open with my heart
Ill let you in
Ill be open with my thoughts
Ill be your best friend
If you need some attention
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
Every corner you turn
Trouble come your way
But when you get home
Ill try to be there
And Ill embrace you
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
If time is what you need
Baby Ill stop the clocks
If youre looking for something
Maybe Ive got what you want
If theres one thing to remember
Dont forget that these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Older They Grow But Not Up
Older they grow,
But not up!
Many never experience a maturity.
Raised on entertaining limited thoughts.
And few have abilities,
To comprehend little of what they read.
Or take the responsibility,
To hold themselves accountable...
For actions begun and those they leave.
Older they grow,
But not up!
And demands they make,
To satisfy their spoiled ways.
Since no one around them wants to hear them fuss.
Realizing not one of those fussers who also cuss,
Wants to take a position,
To make a decisive decision.
Since accusations are prioritized in their lives lived,
As a must.
And expectations are less for them.
For those exposed to them growing older...
Knowing these minds have no time left.
For them to show a growing up,
With a thoughtfulness.
Older they may grow...
But for them it sure is not up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Brought Them All Kindly To Her Grave
of course i know what coldness is
apart from something that is cool
when mother died her hands were extremely cold
for my hold
i let them go
there was no sadness
there was that happiness of letting her rest
and giving myself a little space
for tomorrow
when coldness comes again in an empty room
with open windows
i know not what panic shall be
my hands are extremely cold these days
when i kiss them
my lips become frozen
they break like glasses
i cannot speak
there is no way that my tongue shall give in to
words
it cannot face coldness in the mirror
of my face
since you ask and you demand an explanation i open my hands
and i let your hands touch them
i cannot speak i am afraid i will be cruel
you must hold these extreme coldness for a long time
so you can all let them go
like white birds against a dark sky
so you can also experience what happiness
i had when i let go off
mama's fears
when mama closed her eyes
because what was important she knew
need not be said anymore
she brought them all kindly to her grave
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Radio Station: Chico, Irish History Teacher Go Wild
(me)
hello!
(she) hi!
(me)
why you hi me for?
what are you doing?
(she)
i am a history teacher
professor
PH.D of that kind
my university
is a fancy catholic community
at the lake shore.
if you plan to put your kids
our kids
into plan
this the right place.
(me)
hoo! hoo!
irish teacher
are you advertizin on my show?
or are you E.R Vad zin zining trying to
make my show chineeze zin zen type of show?
or you are planning to have
kids
and lead them to your university
with my kids mixed them up
in the same class
of your damn history?
are you killing me?
or are you trying to irish me
with your gloried oiled Professional skills?
sorry woman,
i will give you a 'Z' as a grade
in your own class of latino irish.
because
first your kids
or future kids
wont go to class with my kids
never!
together!
impossible!
take a note and put it in your beard!
they will rice it up.
falaful it up
and end up
playing irish
bulls
in the class
and make a beautiful bull history.
so, tell me
beside you want kids
or you are teaching kids
what part of the history
you are teaching?
latino kids type of history or
''Rosevelt did not have enough time
to put american in one hand
and kids in his bulls in the other hand'' type of history?
is that right?
(she)
do you like to take my phone
or my number?
poem by Atef Ayadi
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No Matter Where You Look, You Always Find Something
at the start you find things with your hand
the baby that grabs whatever and takes it to his mouth
we begin that way
always
then we are fed up with our hands
we begin to take things with our minds
we read and we make the immovable move
we imagine
we stretch our minds that far enough
until we bleed
it is not the usual blood that we see dripping
it is not thick and red at all
it is the dripping of pain
our hands have become failures
our minds are shortcomings
our feet drag and stamp and wanting to go
we look for something that we do not know
we have this premise
when we knock the door shall be opened
when we ask so we shall receive
when we seek soon shall we find
we found something in the flesh
and we feel so disappointed
we try to find something for our soul
and we feel this despair
cramped in the room
we think some more on that premise
seek, seek, and seek
perhaps we shall find......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take Away My Single Life
I need a commitment
Because I'm tired of moving around
From this woman to that woman
With no reason to settle down
Some people say that I'm too particular
And that I carry too much pride
But I'm only looking for a real woman
That's going to make me satisfied
I need the type of woman
That takes pride in her real hair
And when we lay down at night
Her pretty eyes will still be there
I don't need the type of woman
that's always holding out her hands
With payday being the only day
That she claims me as her man
I want a woman that's in my arms
This day well so as the next
So that I can have positive feelings
At any time when we have sex
There's no need for a woman to be my girlfriend
If she's not fit to be my wife
And until a woman takes me that serious
I will remain living a single life
poem by Lamar Griffin
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Open
How many places can one be at one time?
I believe various places
If we open up our minds, now
We don't just open our minds
We open your heart too
It really sort of easy and alot of fun to do
One two three is the total count for me
you also should count too
Let's review your complete score
Giving life to your visions
Is a way to explore
Practice makes perfect
So daily
do it some more
May each time you open the windows of
your mind and heart
Your joy increase as you demonstrate
The star in which you are
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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The babies..
Lie on the back and hold the limbs up,
The biggest of the toes first goes in,
Taste not so good, and then hold the feet,
It is so funny to look through the hole,
After getting bored of doing this stunt,
Open the limbs wide, stretch as hard as possible,
Turn the head to the side to catch the toy that's left,
Just few inches gap; open the flower hand to reach,
Still not catch-able, keep the legs firm on the ground,
Push the body slightly up, the hand holds the rattling toy,
Take that heavy thing to the chest to hold with both hands,
Shaking of those two hands make the noise from the toy,
Get confused and threatened at first, then start to shake,
The rattling toys of life, the babies are smart.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Ambivalence
it easy to spot
our ambivalence
our lips want to kiss
but your hands
push my chest away
i want to hug you
and make love
with you
but my mind says
i may be
into a long range
trouble
i am thinking
of a room where
we can think
and speak our minds
where we can
forget the dangers
of our game
i reserve a day
for both of us
where we can
simply sit and
do not discuss
morality and what
people may say
yet my feet take
the cab and the
next thing i know
i am in a plane
warmed by my
own black jacket
my arms folded
my hands in
my pockets
i am beside
someone else
and the plane
touches down
and i cough
and it rains
and i step out
and i hide
in another room
far away from
you
and i tell myself
i will be missing you
the word is goodbye
it is never hello
it is never us
it is not the heat
but the coldness of
our coward hearts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The time.
Often I have to walk of no time
Sometimes I have to free it's way
because it is in a strange hurry
Other occasion I have to take it by my hand
When barely play the old feet
Like a sneaky witch...
The time that no longer resembles either itself
Takes me forward with invisible hands
As like wants to waist me over the peak stream of Drin River
Other times behaves like a wayward child
And cannot reach how to answer to it
Sometimes makes me to rip it like a shirt with dirty old patches
Sometimes I make its roots to soak my time of water
Because looks like it's gone mysteriously in my unseen hands
The time
The most matured mist that moves according itself
With no time to even eat itself
And forgets to measure it's loss
Trimmed and extended
Squashed in itself
Like a cubic of barren minds
The time that got stuck at place of no place
Bearing myself in, also
Calling me an easy simple element... Which it's not true...
The time with transparent of double green rhythm
Through the entangled hair
A time lost more then one time and not for my fault
Time of disobedience
Omissions
The time that
In a day to come, shall eat for sure you and me
Ignoring us like we never have been before
The time
Always marches with us and without us
And we only deceive ourselves
Like that we have it in forever in our hands...
The time.
poem by Vasil Marku
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Lonely Tear
I close my eyes and you are there
As you stand in front of me
I reach out my hand to hold you
As you have set my soul and mind free
You then give me a smile and then a kiss
And now my heart and soul is on fire
I tremble and shake with thoughts only of you
My heart is full of want and your desire.
You then close your eyes and walk towards me
We then kiss with both passion and need
You gave me what I want I gave you what you have
To each other our passions we will feed.
You then step away to show me who you are
I ravish you with my hands and eyes
I then caress your breasts and touch your lips
Once again I am a man deep inside.
You turn around just one more time
To prove to me that your the woman for me
I take a deep breath it explodes in my soul
My soul and mind of all other women is free.
You take me by the hand and lead me to our bed
We lay down together with you at my side
Your head is on my chest and my hands in your hair
My passion for you for this night I will not hide.
You then make me a man I can barely stand
I look at you as you are covered with silk and lace
We then kiss again you’re my lover and friend
As I can see the pleasure upon your face.
I open my eyes and now you are gone
And sadly it was a dream you are no longer here
I now forget the passion and the words I had spoke
Now I walk away alone, with one lonely tear.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Ropes, , , ,
an umbilical cord
is a rope
mother cuts it
for good
despite this
an imaginary cord still exists
between two minds
a bridge
where no one wants to
walk
imagination is cut
there is now an empty space
sort of conceived
independence
for me to grow
and be full
between us the bridge
must be broken
no ropes this time
no binding bond
between two continents
will always be an ocean
giant ships travel
a hundred whales
swim
i like is this way
between us
the Pacific ocean
no islands
just waves so huge
that sometimes
we are brave enough
in hopelessness
no ropes this time
no hands and arms
between us
this blinding darkness
this utter silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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State Of Attraction
(glen ballard / siedah garret)
Such a mess, such a funny feeling
I must confess, I never felt like this before
Runnin hot, runnin my emotions
Your lovin shock, goes through me like an open door
Ooh my hearts in animation
And beating in double time
State of attraction
Somehow you make my body come alive
My arms wanna hold ya
My lips wanna kiss
Ya make me want to want you
This is strange, this is all a new thing
What a change, I know that real life aint like this
Goin mad, Im goin past the love zone
Ive got it bad, Ive got it so I cant resist
Im in a deep suspension
A limbo void of time...Im in a
State of attraction
Youre just a magnet to this heart of mine
These eyes wanna know ya
These hands wanna touch
Cause Im affected by you...Im in a
State of attraction
Somehow you make my body come alive
My arms wanna hold ya
My lips wanna kiss
Ya make me want to want you
Pick and roll me off the wall
This is love science, a chemical reaction
Ooh baby, to resist aint worth tryin
Cause once ya start the action...youre in a
Chorus fade
song performed by by Paula Abdul
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Teachers Challenge
It's time for the public to open up their eyes
Without the teachers how will our kids survive
What will happen to our children if they
don't have an education
They are the foundation of this great nation.
The teachers all had a dream and a goal
To teach the public young and old.
They had learned early in college
That they must gain daily knowledge.
Every day they challenge their minds
With new knowledge that they find
It does not matter what the topic may be
It all goes down into history.
They work hard at what they do
Teaching our kids and their kids too.
Teaching is not an easy task
not all kids learn that fast.
Then there are those with special needs
With which the teachers plant their seeds.
They are given a lot more patience
And a lot more care, so with them
The teachers do share.
Now is the time that money should be given
So that they can earn a decent living.
poem by Louis Rams
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The teacher
The teacher must know
As Plato once
Well said it
Years ago,
A teacher is but a midwife
But the disciple
The student
Is still the one who
Gets himself
Impregnated with
Ideas
The teacher simply helps
In giving the birth
Of the ideas that
The student must himself
Conceive
When the ideas are born
The teacher cares for them
Newly born babies
Now having exciting lives
Of their own
The teacher watches them
Very well pleased,
Excited for something new
Greater than himself,
Rising above
Almost all else, then the teacher
Claps his hands & then
Happily dies,
His mission is accomplished.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For You Love Me...
my forehead has dirt
there is shit on my cheek
my arms are dusty
and my hands are getting clumsy
my feet are muddy
and my lips are cracked
i am tipsy and drunk
and with someone else
on some cheap bed
yet when i come back
you make me still feel
that sense of home
you kiss my forehead
touch my cheeks with
your kind hands
and tell me
you miss me so much
and as i am tipsy and
drunk
you offer me hot green
tea
you open the door of
the house
and let me step again
inside the room
of love
full of affection
we embrace again
nothing about history
nothing about
what i must say
because you always
tell me
that whatever happens
you will always love me
now, who wants to be
away from you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feigned
inside that room
the item is displayed
in full
and you shall see the
perfect form that
you dream of
i will not describe the
lines and the curves
this is private
you are free now to explore
the terrains of the
human body
your hands are firm
you perspire in the middle of
the coldness
you are preoccupied with
yourself on the
limited time
life is....limited
time is money
the other one is obliged
the contract is clear
the hands mimic the touch of love
the lips plays the music
the body sways into a dance
the approximation is too short
love does not exist
no words come out
the eyes close imagining another
world out there
the heart bleeds
you do not see blood
you are too preoccupied with
what you shall get
well, time is up
upon a profuse perspiration
the heart is calm
that lovely storm is over now
you go separate ways
trying to forget.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Freed of All Costumes Worn
How out in the open,
Can an out in the open get?
When those in masquerade,
Can be identify by...
Well,
A masquerading.
And those parading their charades,
Are obvious enough to solicit a snoring...
From those bored.
And those bored ignore to the point...
They rather walk away than to play anymore.
How out in the open,
Can an out in the open get?
Before the screaming is heard from those...
That a clarity of reality,
Has been freed of all costumes worn.
'Will you please stop singing,
'Send In The Clowns'?
Don't bother...
They're here! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through Hands Of Time
‘Early in the morning, just around supper time.’
Contrasts are good, to make children laugh.
There is something in an opposing rhyme.
Which appeals to a gleeful childhood mind.
There are wise lessons learned in nursery rhymes.
Morals taught best with humour as they ought.
Powerful wonderful images, a child’s mind binds.
Ancient teaching passed down, through hands of time.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Reverse the Sands of Time
If I could reverse the sands of time I wouldn't change anything
If I reverse the hands of time I wouldn't know what my heartbreak bring
Time is the reason why I know how much you mean to me
Time is the reason why my eyes are open wide so now I can see
I wouldn't change time I would learn & embrace what's forthcoming
Time make me evolve it make me grow It keep me always running
Sometime it's forms into the wind & hit me in every direction
Time is a force it's like a hurricane it's a volcano eruption
To reverse the sands of time I wouldn't know the joys of life
The time we share to see our kids grow hold you tight my wife
See the sun rise hold each and wait for its set
To be there sharing the grandchildren we haven't had yet
Regret my life? Would I reverse the sands of time?
Never because those time we share will always be mind
poem by LoKis White
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