A Conversation
the meeting of words
familiarity winding through each letter
at first
everyday makes the conversation
lovelier
each syllable plunging
deeper
into the abyss of our souls
and then we
lightness and darkness
meet halfway
in the corridors of our silence
missing the meaning
of each origin
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hi... Bye...
hi
one syllable,
two letters, it makes the difference
of being here and
you being there,
hi
and i say hi too to you
crisp, too short, reserved,
as we both wonder what next to say
what is the possibility of
another letter, or word, or perhaps
an incomplete sentence will do the trick
of what that rest must follow...
hi.... and i fall short of meaning and i write...
bye.
three letters
one syllable, sad and
indifferent
it could have asked for some more
but you know
it cannot.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Missing You
Missing you
( rick giles / susan longacre 9
I live for the phone I die for the mail
I took your picture right off the nail
And put it right by my bed
So I could see you instead
Of the darkness of night
I hold conversations with you in my mind
They only tighten this knot deep inside
And the aching won't end
'til I hold you again
If I only suvive
Chorus:
Why did you have to go
Why am I missing you so
One heartbeat at a time
I'm going out of my mind
Missing you, missing you.
I started a letter, I stared at your name
There wasn't a line that didn't echo my pain
There was no sound at all
But the slow lonely fall
Of an unspoken tear
Chorus
Life may take us in different directions
But I always end up deeper, deeper in my true affection
Chorus
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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When I Write
when i write i do not wish to please
anybody
it is more of a selfish endeavor
i am lonely and i want to please myself
to get rid of this feeling
so i can function well
in this society
when i write i am engaged in therapy
looking for a cure
of this sickness of humanity
this void inside our hearts
something that asks
always asks
and we are left without any answers
but we go on
because we have no choice
the world spins itself
even without us
this search for meaning
this self wanting to be full
i write because there is this sickness upon ourselves
it is lovely
beautiful and true
feel it, to every syllable, every letter
every poem
at night when the loneliness becomes deeper
when the stars become too far away
when the silence stabs
when the pain becomes too unbearable
the mind opens
the words build themselves
like stairs, and
this is it now... another poem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Missing You
Sitting here thinking about you
And all the things we used to do
I never thought that I would lose you
Cause you were always my boo
Sitting here wondering where we
Wonderin where we went wrong
Cause now Im here all alone
Wishing youd come back home, so tell me
Why, why, whyd you have to go away
Got me missing you everyday
Baby tell me why, why, whyd you have to go away
Got me missing you everyday
Everyday Im missing you
I dont understand why you left, baby what didnt I do?
Wasnt I always there for you and wasnt I good to you?
How was I to know something was wrong,
Baby I cant read minds
All you had to do was tell me
But you kept it all inside
Tell me why, why, whyd you have to go away got me missing you everyday
Baby, tell me why, why, whyd you have to go away got me missing you everyday
Everyday Im missing you
Girl Ill never find another,
Another one to take your place
Cause you were so, so good to me baby
And you kept the smile upon my face
And Im on my bended knee and Im crying, crying wont you come back to me
To me cause you mean the world to me
Why, why, whyd you have to go away got me missing you everyday
Oh tell me why, why, whyd you have to go away got me missing you everyday
Im missing you
Why, why, go away everyday
Why, why, go away everyday Im missing you
Why, why, go away everyday
song performed by by 112
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Meet Me Half Way
In a lifetime
Made of memories
I believe
In destiny
Every moment returns again in time
When Ive got the future on my mind
Know that youll be the only one
Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Out where the world belongs
To only you and i
Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Make this a new beginning of another life.
In a lifetime
There is only love
Reaching for the lonely one
We are stronger when we are given love
When we put emotions on the line
Know that we are the timeless ones
Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Out where the world belongs
To only you and i
Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Make this a new beginning of another life.
Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Out where the world belongs
To only you and i
Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Make this a new beginning of another life.
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Our Demons
We all have our demons
that drag us down into an abyss
from time to time.
An abyss where it seems
there is no way out.
Its dark corridors
close in on us
trying to smother us
with nothingness.
It excludes all glimmers
of hope in our lives
as it drags us down
deeper into its blackness
leaving us just an empty shell
with no vacant thoughts.
Just a suffocating emptiness
in which to dwell.
poem by David Harris
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My Love For You (Alexandrine Poetry)
Your love for me a little more than nothing means,
When love as sense of self may be, than mine, less strong,
When thrill of love may keep the pain on withered greens
And night of dreams is like a teared and jerking song.
Your silence dances meaning’s words on face’s frown,
My eye of winter follows stream of light on sky,
Meandrous flow of painful words by stripping down
Their sense of meaning sounding like a sad ‘’good bye’’.
With red unfolded kisses thrilling white delight,
The moon replaces missing sun with all around.
It makes me dance my will in dreams’ abstract on height.
It makes me feel the love again and heals my wound.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Meet Me Halfway
Never dreamt I would hope
While I count the miles
Through the wind and the rain
I can see your smile
There aint no turning back
I can see it in the distance
Got it in my sight
Like a vision like a face
Coming out of the sky
You were there not a dream
You were there in my eyes
There aint no turning back
I can see it in the distance
Touch it through the night
Driving into the light
When Im on my own
When Im all alone
Wont you meet me halfway
Wont you meet me halfway
Is it a dream?
Is it a dream coming true?
Meet me halfway
Like a vision like a face
Coming out of the sky
You were there not a dream
You were there in my eyes
There are no words to say
I can see you in the distance
Hear you through the night
Aint no easy way
When youre on your own
When youre all alone
Wont you meet me halfway
Wont you meet me halfway
Is it a dream?
Is it a dream coming true?
Meet me halfway
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Everyday Is A Winding Road
{written by sheryl crow, jeff trott and brian mcleod}
{additional vocal by larry graham}
Everyday is a winding road, is a winding road, is a winding road, oh
(is a winding road)
I hitched a ride with a crazyhorse showgirl
She says shes been down this road more than twice (time)
She wanted 2 know if I could tell the future (tell the future)
I said, Ive never been there before, but the brochure looks nice
Jump in, lets go (lets go, baby)
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high (high), everybody gets low (low)
These r the days when anything goes
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer 2 feeling fine
(oh-oh)
(listen now)
Shes got a daughter she calls easter
She was born on a tuesday night
Im just wondering y people feel so all alone (all alone)
Feeling like a stranger in their own life
Jump in, lets go (lets go, baby)
Lay back (ooh-ooh), enjoy the show
Everybody gets high (high), everybody gets low (low)
These r the days (days) when anything goes
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer 2 feeling fine
(jump in)
(everyday is a winding road, is a winding road)
Ive been swimming in a sea of anarchy
Ive been living on compliments and herbal tea
Ive been wondering if all the things Ive ever seen
Were ever real (were ever real, were ever real ...)
Were ever really happening
Jump in, lets go ([...] lets go, baby)
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These r the days when anything goes
Everyday is a winding road (come on, come on)
I get a little bit closer (get closer baby)
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer 2 feeling fine
Everyday is a winding road (is a winding road, is a winding road)
Everyday is a faded sign (faded sign, lets go)
Da-da, da-da
Everyday, everyday
(da-da, da-da)
Everyday, everyday
Oh-yeah
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Do u love your brother? (everyday, everyday)
Do u love your sister? (everyday, everyday)
Do u love us? (everyday, everyday)
Do u love god? (everyday, everyday)
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer (ooh, yeah)
Everyday is a faded sign (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(closer)
Everyday is a winding road (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Come on
We can make it
We can new power soul
(dance, dance, dance ...)
Dance on the funk
Dance on the funk
Everyday is a winding road
song performed by by Prince
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Halfway Home
words & music by jason mraz
I used to walk along the opposite side of the road and made others get out of my way
I used to think I could sit and wait for the times
but they wont come until I meet them halfway
I'm halfway home and I'm on my own
I'm halfway there and I don't care, I don't mind
I plan to leave here after supper time
that's when traffic is light, all I need is a sign
and I'll be alright. I'll be fine
I used to think that i could just sleep and then I'd dream
And everything it would come to me
Until I woke one day without anything to eat
Lying on the opposite side of the street
I'm halfway home and I'm still out on my own
I'm halfway there and I don't care, I don't mind
Because it ain't my time to stay or say
I'll never lay down.
I used to think that I could just sit and wait for the time
But I know I gotta meet them halfway
I'm halfway home I tried home running with the flow
I'm halfway there. Ain't it funny how everybody seems to care
I planned to get there around supper time their serving up bread and wine
All I needed was a sign and I'll be allright.
I'll be fine.
(It seems to be a running theme about being fine and allright but I don't mind.)
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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I'm Boring
I like you and we get along great.
Like a little bit of pepper with salt for taste.
And I don't want you thinking I'm snooping just to peek,
But I got to use this minute quick to make sure this is it.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
Deeper,
Are the questions of you that I ask.
Deeper,
Are your answers given back to me.
And deeper,
Into ourselves we get...
And this deepness makes us happy.
Deeper,
Are the questions of you that I ask.
Deeper,
Are your answers given back to me.
And deeper,
Into ourselves we get...
And this deepness makes us happy.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
I like you and we get along great.
Like a little bit of pepper with salt for taste.
Deeper,
Are the questions of you that I ask.
Deeper,
Are your answers given back to me.
And deeper,
Into ourselves we get...
And this deepness makes us happy.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silence of Rumi
I read Rumi several times
And every time I went through
the same sincere silence
That unites the human with the divine
Silence of Rumi as though
Is the silence Sublime—
The heart of all sounds!
I dove deep down that silence,
A child’s wonder of sort
Why do I start my poems with words?
When they end only with silence!
His silence is deep
Deep as the existence at the bottom of the ocean
Deep as the calmness of a wise man
And yet he is in conversation
With the silence
And through it, time and again
His silence is the silence of a flute
Empty, easy and melodious
It turns separation into liberation
Oh what a joy—Rumi’s silence!
His silence is an invitation
To join the journey of the soul
A sweet beacon to lose yourself
In the Self of existence
And yet it is conversational
You can toy with it safely
Who can turn his back
Having heard Rumi’s silence
In its sincerity
In its entirety
Who can escape from Rumi’s silence
Having been there for a moment
Who can not hear his silence
Having heard it with the thumps of his heart
Oh love! Go and meet this evening
Silence of Rumi in its serenity
Of heavens
This must be the highest
Of souls
This is the highest!
poem by Bhaswat Chakraborty
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Do You See My Truths? .....
naked shall you see me
dressed in twilight
do you see the truth in me now?
you are wrong
for my thoughts are still covered thickly
and each letter
still tries to conceal what my words
shall try to speak
everyday i write the words
the poems that you read
do you claim to see the truths in me now?
you are wrong again
for what i am still belongs to those
unspoken
and in my silence i shower you
with its emptiness
do you see my truths now?
you are wrong again
my silence does not speak everything
there is still the hush of the wind
the chimes of wood and metal
this silence runs and does not stop
and you flag it
and talk to it
do you hear my truths? do you see them now?
you are wrong again
for i have buried all of them in their niches
when you open each
you will find no door
when you go over the windows
you will see what truths might still be there
those dried petals of a rose
those letters with words faded like sunsets
those broken pieces of porcelain and glass
those jigsaw puzzles still
unfilled
those chains with missing links
those buttons that do not fit
do you see my truths now?
i agree, on those dusts, they have now become yours
visible to the caution of
your heart.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Heard The Night Whisper Again
I HEARD THE NIGHT WHISPER AGAIN
I heard the night whisper again
I waited for words.
The darkness came
And the words with them.
Night is now the poem
And darkness the destiny.
I hear silence
And a deep calling from another distant world.
Outside all white light denies night its meaning
Inside- the changes of life mean-
Abstraction no longer makes sense.
I hunger to hear my words spoken
But they are blank as dust as dust as the fallen page as the night that never stops happening- the infinite darkness
I hear and I hear but where are you who hear also?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I'm Already Somebody
I don't have to be somebody
that I am not.
I'm already somebody,
happy with what I've got.
I've got you and that I know
is all I'll ever need.
It makes the somebody that I am
always exceed
the somebody that I'm not.
To try and be somebody else
might make you love me less.
The thought of that is much too sad.
I need our togetherness.
I can content myself everyday
when you hold my hand.
All the other somebodies
could never understand
what it is they're missing.
They're missing out on a lot
for they're missing what I've got.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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ask me
ask me what i wish for in my life
ask me what i do everyday
i will have lots of answers, my wish to be with you at the end
as she once wrote it, was a lie, my wish to hold your hand when
we meet again, as she once confessed was also a lie,
my wish is a lie, i will tell you now, my wish to love you forever,
still a lie, ask me then what is it that is true?
it is only me that is true, from the very beginning of my birth
it is only me
that is true, loving myself, working out to love myself first, so that
i may love you as my first wish, then you must ask me what i do
everyday,
office work,7: 30 to 11: 30, back to office work,1: 30 to 5: 00
it is not me there,
we talk, it is not me there in that conversation,
it is all work, it is all this obligations to my earth,
i owe my birth,
but i go back in my hole, this home, one day, and everyday,
face the computer, plant my feet on the floor, glue my bottoms
on the chair, bind my finger on every letter of the keyboard
where i heave some sighs,
hurl my words, run the lines that never stop, and mimic some great
men and women,
i sit all night shunning sleep, i write, ask me what is happening,
i am making myself a self, now look at me carefully,
i may be true at least when i begin writing
the first word in this
poem,
ask.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ask Me
ask me what i wish for in my life
ask me what i do everyday
i will have lots of answers, my wish to be with you at the end
as she once wrote it, was a lie, my wish to hold your hand when
we meet again, as she once confessed was also a lie,
my wish is a lie, i will tell you now, my wish to love you forever,
still a lie, ask me then what is it that is true?
it is only me that is true, from the very beginning of my birth
it is only me
that is true, loving myself, working out to love myself first, so that
i may love you as my first wish, then you must ask me what i do
everyday,
office work,7: 30 to 11: 30, back to office work,1: 30 to 5: 00
it is not me there,
we talk, it is not me there in that conversation,
it is all work, it is all this obligations to my earth,
i owe my birth,
but i go back in my hole, this home, one day, and everyday,
face the computer, plant my feet on the floor, glue my bottoms
on the chair, bind my finger on every letter of the keyboard
where i heave some sighs,
hurl my words, run the lines that never stop, and mimic some great
men and women,
i sit all night shunning sleep, i write, ask me what is happening,
i am making myself a self, now look at me carefully,
i may be true at least when i begin writing
the first word in this
poem,
ask.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence 1.
Most times when I'm hurt,
My silence speaks for me.
She speaks very loud;
Even louder than a megaphone.
I choose to be silent, -
When most things happen,
Not because I cannot speak;
Nor that my words have evaded me,
But because in my silence-
There's a challenging power.
Sometimes in my fears,
When my heart is filled with love,
And my eyes with tears;
I learn to love, just like a dove.
My mouth moves to speak,
But is suddenly cut short by silence,
Silence in love, silence in fear.
Silence in tears, silence in joy;
And when I'm in this mood,
My silence stands so tall-
Even taller than a giant;
She makes her way; -
Even more than spoken words.
Spoken words of loud emotions,
They meet my silence-
And they tremble in awe.
I could hear those words;
They say to themselves,
'How art silence so mighty? '.
poem by Echezonachukwu Nduka
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The Goal Of Poetry
it is simply to reach
out to people
with our verbal hands
these mental arms
and make them
look
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
d eeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeperdeeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
too, within
themselves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ten O' Clock, I'm Almost Done
Ten o'clock and I'm almost done
as I'll meet you tonight
Another sip brings another smile
as I'll meet you tonight
But that sip goes down with a bitter taste
And that smile is a grin in that reflection of mine
Another dress trades place again
as you'll meet me tonight
Painted eyes and painted lips
as you'll meet me tonight
But that dress you wear feels wrong in a way
And your face makes a grin in that reflection of yours
'Cause I will use the same old words
to say those things that you want me to say
And you will look happy, but no
it's just because you know that I want you to be
It's not better for me
Face to face in a crowded place
as conversation runs out
And plans are made for another try
as conversation runs out
But I will use the same old words
to say those things that you want me to say
and you wont put the blame on me
You don't think I see what you try to pretend
You won't shock me again
song performed by by Yvonne
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