A Deduction Of Sort
the ordinary person that you meet
in our town
you do not even know my real name
other than Hey mister
but i do not really mind
i like it that way
just being another ordinary person
the one that smiles when you smile
at me
as i pass by you and you too pass by me
i do not stare
not that it is unethical but because i have my own thoughts
to ponder for the day
how i live my life in privacy
away from the mob
the wisdom of the crowd
the many
the extraordinary demands of the society
like how the ocean dissolves me
like a drop
in anonymity
i like just being myself
a glistening dew on the petal of a rose
that i put on the glass vase
all alone on the table
yes alone but not really lonely
just being special
to myself
this solitude
regaining strength from the past,
those old days
when my mind was murdered
because i did not bother to guard it
from the multitude
from them
not me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not Me
yes, the ordinary person that you meet
in our town
you do not even know my real name
other than Mister
but i do not really mind
i like it that way
just being another ordinary person
the one that smiles when you smile
at me
as i pass by you and you too pass by me
i do not stare
not that it is unethical but because i have my own thoughts
to ponder for the day
how i live my life in privacy
away from the mob
the crowd
the many
the extraordinary demands of the society
like how the ocean dissolves me
like a drop
in anonymity
i like just being myself
a glistening dew on the petal of a rose
that i put on the glass vase
all alone on the table
yes alone but not really lonely
just being special
to myself
this solitude
regaining strength from the past,
those old days
when my mind was murdered
because i did not bother to guard it
from the multitude
from them
not me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There is nothing
Exceptional,
Nothing special
With me,
I am just ordinary
In decency, in status,
I am what you call
the average man,
Of no special rank
Of lesser significance
I am found
In the most common
Places, undistinguished
in the most common men
in the market, in the mall,
in the park, in the beach,
in the streets, in the church,
in anywhere in everywhere
I am what you see
As plain, the usual
The most customary
that you meet &
easily forget
I am the
Normal person that you
Shake hands with,
whose name
does not linger
long enough in your mind
I live in the many
I am the numerous
I breathe the common Air
I drink the water
For everyone
I smell like the
Sweat of the rest
I look like everyone
Because I am the average
Because I am the ordinary
But without me
You will never be
Special
In truth it is us
The common ones
In this whole world
The background
These ordinary
Occurrences and
Resemblances
That make you
Exist,
We, the average,
We, the people of this world
We are the ordinary
And you cannot
Disregard us,
We are the many,
And we can always
Disregard you
If we really want to
we make you
and we can always unmake you
mister special..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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About being ordinary
There is nothing
Exceptional,
Nothing special
With me,
I am just ordinary
In decency, in status,
I am what you call
the average man,
Of no special rank
Of lesser significance
I am found
In the most common
Places, undistinguished
in the most common men
in the market, in the mall,
in the park, in the beach,
in the streets, in the church,
in anywhere in everywhere
I am what you see
As plain, the usual
The most customary
that you meet &
easily forget
I am the
Normal person that you
Shake hands with,
whose name
does not linger
long enough in your mind
I live in the many
I am the numerous
I breathe the common Air
I drink the water
For everyone
I smell like the
Sweat of the rest
I look like everyone
Because I am the average
Because I am the ordinary
But without me
You will never be
Special
In truth it is us
The common ones
In this whole world
The background
These ordinary
Occurrences and
Resemblances
That make you
Exist,
We, the average,
We, the people of this world
We are the ordinary
And you cannot
Disregard us,
We are the many,
And we can always
Disregard you
If we really want to
we make you
and we can always unmake you
mister special..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A little extra, from an extra ordinary woman
She goes out of her way and travels that extra mile
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She consoles you, smiles with you, cries with you and for you
A little extra than anyone else
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She spends on you a little extra than she does on her own self
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She uses her extra strength and wisdom to pick you up when you fall
She blinds her sight to your imperfections
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She loves you a little extra just to stand out different
From all those who love you
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She starves herself so that you may eat a little extra
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She forgives you all the time
Even when you guilty mind knows you don’t deserve such kindness
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She may not be the most perfect woman but
She is indeed an extra ordinary woman
She is your mother, your wife, your fiancee, your girlfriend
Your sister, your grandmother and your daughter
You best appreciate her
poem by Grace Mdemu
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She Ain't Your Ordinary Girl
(Robert Jason)
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She don't love carelessly that's what I've always heard
'Can't use the usual lines she measures every word
No empty promises proof is what it takes to win her heart
The truth and nothing less, simple things that set her far apart
Save your diamonds and your furs she's not your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, no she's not
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, oh no
She ain't your ordinary girl
No midnight alibis, no foolish games for her
And if you cross the line you'll get what you deserve
But when you see her smile nothing seems to matter anymore
And in a little while you'll feel like you've never felt before
Like no other in the world, she's not your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, no she's not
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, oh no
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
Save your diamonds and your furs, she ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
song performed by by Alabama
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An Ordinary Rose
I saw a rose, an ordinary rose
It struggled to be seen
In a garden overgrown
With harsh reality. I saw a rose, an ordinary rose
And this rose spoke to me,
Pleading for attention:
Is beauty not a need? I stopped to touch this ordinary rose
And it reached out to me,
Imparting its sweet fragrance
To my senses gratefully. I saw a man, an ordinary man
Who struggled to be seen,
His spirit languished on the streets
In dire neglect and need. I stopped to help this ordinary man
Who struggled to be seen,
And like the rose that bloomed with care
He too reached out to me. Fate placed these roses in our midst
So why should we complain?
Remember who created them
Who witnesses their pain. When next you meet that special rose
That struggles to be seen,
Remember, but for fate alone
That could be you or me.
poem by Devorah Seidenfeld
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A hero is an ordinary person who performs an ordinary task In an extraordinary situation.
Bridge
The bridge I walk every morning plays games with my fantasies-
The water that runs beneath could be some magical ocean-
Leading to a place unknown-
When I look upwards towards the sky
My imagination carries me to some distant island in the heavens
Where I can be myself and there is nobody there to
Plan my life or to rule my thoughts-
To live my life as I please has always been my fondest dream-
And if only this bridge I walk every morning
Would take me to that place of my utmost reverie-
Spring shall arrive in less than two days- I can think of tales in books about
The arrival of spring- longer days to come, and
The awakening of the supernatural- although
Sad to say that this bridge I walk everyday
Takes me to the same familiar place-
Though I can find beauty in blossoming crocuses, daffodils and forsythia,
I find myself living in the same world, place and time- though
In my thoughts I live in another realm,
And travel across a different bridge that shall take me to that kingdom in the sky-
There I can live with the saints and angels everybody speaks of, in this place where I
Become my own person and can just be myself-
With no one present to control my destiny-
The bridge I walk every morning takes me to a place I have deemed as
Nowhere land- although I do not intimately know the people there
I see them every day passing by, knowing
That they are none but ordinary beings
With ordinary thoughts and minds-
I have built a bridge inside of the territory of my mind
That leads me towards my own magical “land of oz”-
And that is where I live every time I find myself in solitude-
Inside of a world unreal to all but very real to me- until that time of day when
I must return to civilization and reality- here I tell myself
I shall die one day and cross that bridge of my fantasies and
Become a saint or an angel myself looking down from the heavens
Upon this world where I once lived and can now laugh and sigh happily- because
Nobody shall ever control my thoughts again –
I have won my battle against veracity- good dreams are known to be
The essence of everyone’s bliss and I have left all of my nightmares behind-
Happy to call myself a dreamer as I have crossed that bridge from
Past to present and then journeyed to a future free from fear and apprehension-
And I have become free to know there will never be any turning back…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Life. Its Reaason And Seasons
Life is a journey with a heart full of love so deep as the ocean.
Then along the way we are met with many a variable emotions.
Sometimes we fail to live the life we planned and had in mind.
So we seek solace in a life that we never expected to ever find..
Simple things can blossom into a beauty, so precious and rare.
When ordinary becomes extra-ordinary, with tender loving care
And those memories special flow into the hearts forever more
Like the oceans waves that keeps on running into the sandy shore…
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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One Child's Prayer
I wish my Daddy would live here
I wish he didn’t have to go away
I wish if he could only for one day
Perhaps tell me he loved me at all
I would have known a father’s mind
I asked Santa, Tooth Fairy and even God
On Sundays and all ordinary days
I wish if he could only for just one day
Pass me by just so I’d wave him goodbye
I would have seen a father’s hand
I pray to God, Tooth Fairy and even Santa
On Sundays and all ordinary days
I wish I could find the bestest prayer
For my mother and all those who talk to me
For they have given me the mostest love
Amen
060108
poem by Sylvi Sylva
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In the long run, a society's strength depends on the way that ordinary people voluntarily behave. Ordinary people matter because there are so many of them. Voluntary behavior matters because it is hard to supervise everyone all the time. … Successful societies — those which progress economically and politically and can control the terms on which they deal with the outside world— succeed because they have found ways to match individual self-interest to the collective good. The behavior that helps each person will, as a cumulative ethos, help the society as a whole.
quote by James Fallows
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The Genius In Each Of Us
the genius in each of us
lies in the ordinariness of the clothes we wear
and the ordinary walk that we take on ordinary lanes
the genius of air, and sunlight, and wind
the one that gets inside us without notice
yet makes everyone live
the one that caresses us without feeling
so important and yet makes us survive
the one that refreshes us in the shores
along ships that we are in
taking us to our destinations
tell me if they have special names and special
functions
the ordinary air, the ordinary sunlight, the ordinary wind
is that not the genius of the earth
the fire, the land, the sky
are they not so ordinary for us to take and use and love?
they are the strokes of the genius of the Lord
and yet they never have names of their own
they are everywhere, they are anywhere.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Girl
She's just some ordinary girl with a pretty face
Some beauty I don't know and someone I exaggerate
She's a muse to me, pictures of her inspire my poems
I write about her life and its something I don't know
I stare at her, and she stares back, I know but she doesn't
And its feels empty, a picture can't be loved or loving
My desires for her are what draws me to ponder about her
Words of romance fill my void and I am lonely no longer
Maybe its just natural, to desire for the beautiful
But something in the way she looks makes my mind full
Of thoughts of us somewhere, loving life, we are in bliss
In a state of happiness with her nothing will be missed
A pen and paper is all that I need to convey to her
My thoughts of her, I hope one day she reads these words
And we'll be in love as reality is written from my mind
Romance between me and her, my fantasies become my life
poem by Piscine Kipling
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To be old is to be part of a huge and ordinary multitude... the reason why old age was venerated in the past was because it was extraordinary.
quote by Ronald Blythe
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I wanted to look at them because I feel, internally, that I am an ordinary person who has had an extraordinary life.
quote by Sidney Poitier
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It is extraordinary how extraordinary the ordinary person is.
quote by George Will
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Dance, dance
Mister ordinary
If you won’t
I shall junk you
Sing, sing,
Mister ordinary
If you won’t
I shall leave you
Obey, obey
Mister ordinary
Listen to me
And follow what I say
I will trample you
I will tread upon you
You will do what
I want you to do
I may even humiliate
And tamper you
Because you allow
It to be so.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Manipulator
Dance, dance
Mister ordinary
If you won’t
I shall junk you
Sing, sing,
Mister ordinary
If you won’t
I shall leave you
Obey, obey
Mister ordinary
Listen to me
And follow what I say
I will trample you
I will tread upon you
You will do what
I want you to do
I may even humiliate
And tamper you
Because you allow
It to be so.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I see, Do you?
I see what all men see
but I regard it with a poet’s eye.
Find beauty in the ordinary
which other men will just pass by.
For there is beauty everywhere.
The world is more than passing fair,
especially to an artists eye
who has the time to stand and stare.
So many look but cannot see.
I find it extraordinary
that other men pass beauty by.
That is not how things ought to be.
The have the opportunity
which they don’t take although it’s free.
Perhaps they are afraid to try
to understand the worlds beauty.
14-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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And What About Us Who Write Poems Every Minute Of The Day?
what words can we take pride in
these poems like our daily breaths
ordinary words we utter in ordinary
conversations we have
come breakfast come snack time
come lunch come dinner
the talks we have on the park
in the marketplaces of our ordinary days
unplanned, unscreened, unedited
ordinary words to ordinary occasions
an embarrassment, can these words be?
unscheming and devoid of meaning
the lines of the common places?
the dialogues of the fool and the unwise?
you do not have to mind
this is my journal, a record of nothing
but ramblings of my mind and there you are
carefully reading putting meaning where there was
really none
this poem of day to day, unwavering
trying to be but nothing, a mode of nothing but just
plain thinking
do you too have this kind of breathing?
tell me why you breathe, then?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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