A Dream Gone By
where is the dream cottage
of the years
gone by?
that nook of cool trees
hidden in one of those valleys
that dog that sleeps on the bamboo slats
on that verandah that faces the
green lagoon
the road that goes upon a dead end
the hope of greenness
the lavender venetian blinds that you close
one cold evening?
the emptiness has caught us
and we do not look around anymore
confined in a room
thinking about the next worse thing
that we
expect shall happen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Lavender And Green
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With bells about your feet,
And music in your step,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With sunshine in your eyes,
And springtime in your hair,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With softness in your words,
And healing in your touch,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With your name upon my lips,
And delight within your kiss,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
In dreams at midnight’s rest,
Or afternoon’s recline?
Come then to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
At the setting of the sun,
When my days are nearly run?
Still come to me in lavender and green?
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
If I wait at heaven’s door,
As I waited once before,
While you walked to organ’s tune,
On a summer’s afternoon.
Now dressed in springtime hues?
My love, companion, muse,
A vision still I see,
Dressed in lavender and green.
poem by Greg Davidson
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Kind Of Love Poem
there is the way
you sleep soundly
by the window with
the moon haphazard
crawling in between
the blinds. I asked you
before falling off to
sleep to please close
them “I can’t sleep
otherwise” I told you
“it’s too bright”, now
I can’t close them, it
would mean waking
the dead, instead I
am looking at old
pictures from the time
you told me, this
wasn’t a forever kind
of thing, now I’m
turning off the light
pulling up the covers
to your chin, thinking
irony, thinking another
February come and
gone, thinking
thinking.
poem by Ben Paynter
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As She Sleeps
As she sleeps
I cannot
While she dreams
I think
She stirs
And I remain still
So close..
I can feel the heat
So distant,
I feel nothing else
As she sleeps
And dreams
I'm wide awake
Thinking
Staring at the emptiness
The void
Hoping to find a sign..
Your hands are cold
But mine are warm..
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Evening In June
(Van Morrison)
By the light of the moon
When the night holds the secrets
Of the sleepy lagoon
I'm contemplating moonlight
On the water
When I'm walking with you
On an evening in June
On an evening in June
It can get so sentimental
When I'm thinking of you
And I can't think of anything
Except being with you
When the summer is through
On an evening in June
On an evening in June
Well it lifts me up
When I'm talking to you
On an evening in June
When the flowers are in bloom
And the sky is so blue
Well there's so many things
Taking place
That it's hard to keep up with it all
Keep your eye on the ball
And to make the right call
When we're longing for fall
On this evening in June
[Instrumental break]
On an evening in June
Well it lifts me up
When I'm talking to you
On an evening in June
When the flowers are in bloom
And the sky is so blue
Well there's so many things taking place
That it's hard to keep up with it all
Keep your eye on the ball
And to make the right call
When we're longing for fall
On this evening in June
By the sleepy lagoon
On an evening in June
By the light of the moon
By the sleepy lagoon
On an evening in June
On an evening in June
By the sleepy lagoon
By the light of the moon
By the sleepy lagoon
On an evening in June
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Newsreel Babies
Venetian blinds are crackling
I like the noise
Its got texture
Hit it again when Im mad
Close it again when Im sad
With the door closed Im a king
No questions
No answers
Dont like talking without reason
Whats the use if you stop feeling
All alone Im cynical to the tv
Newsmans making passes to newslady
Camera stops
Newsreel babies
I like to close all the doors
Make it dark
Make it cool
Come in and talk
Whatever you like
I dont mind if its something new
song performed by by INXS
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Bamboo Bimbo
Well he caught his first whiff in the jungles
Ofnam
That slant-eyed catfish tasted better than mom
Now every single night she drops her big bomb
Cause hes a bamb00 bimbo
Those hook marks really show
Cause hes a bamboo bimb0
He went for it now everyone knows
Hes a bamboo bimb0
He caught his first glance in field and stream
That salt water taffy was a fishermans
Wet dream
Now every single night hes still gettin
That big ream
Cause hes a bamboo bimb0
He fell it and everyone knows
Hes a bamboo bimbo
Just a monkey with a ring in his nose
Hes a bambo0 bimbo
Cant say I never told ya so
Hes a bamboo bimb0
It go on and on and on
song performed by by Devo
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Awesome
The awesome tiger walked close by, without a single clue,
For I was hidden, safe and dry and there my wonder grew.
This spectacle that few have seen and lived to tell the tale,
Was so majestic, so serene, perhaps an alpha male...
He strode this Earth as though a king, as if to be obeyed...
As if some tribute I should bring, his wrath to be outweighed.
As if the champion of the chase, instead of random chance,
His every move exuded grace, as if life were a dance.
His stripes were like Venetian blinds, like slit slats on his fur.
Up close, they were like warning signs, my death could soon occur.
My body, like a statue, stayed, immobile, locked in time...
The deadliest game I ever played was awesome, quite sublime.
He was the cat, I was the mouse... existing side-by-side.
The aim, of course, was just to browse. My eyes browsed open wide!
His body passed beyond my gaze, his tail swished left and right...
And with that parting of our ways, my heart filled with delight...
It was as if Death knew my name, yet couldn't claim me then!
I know I'll never be the same! Halleluyah... and... Amen!
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Awesome'.
poem by Denis Martindale
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My house is small
My house is small
Cogon-roofed
And nipa walled.
Fenced by bamboo slats
Near the shore
The air is fresh
The breeze so cool
Shaded by a tree
And stars and moon
I sleep here alone
With nothing on
Hand
bare
I am a simple man
Barefoot and calm.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Interlude
Shadows and light pervade the room. Clothes fall to the floor, cool breeze caresses skin. Fan humming its soothing distraction, cool air whispers over her as she slides between cool white sheets, aroma of lavender lulls her.
Muted sunlight, sheer pink curtains fan out in the breeze as trees softly sigh.and move in unseen currents. She tranquil, at harmony with this flawless afternoon.
The drone of a wasp the fragrance of honeysuckle and iris blend with lavender; delicate purple blooms displayed in an old Ball jar.
A murmur and a sigh floating as one with the joyful birds of spring.
poem by Carole Jensen
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New Feeling
Its not...yesterday...anymore
I go visiting, I talk loud
I try to make myself clear
In front...of a face...thats nearer
Than its ever been before
Not this close before
Nearer than before
Not this close before
It is...is a million...years ago
I hear music...and it sounds like bells
I feel like my head is high
I wish...i could meet...every one
Meet them all over again
Bring them up to my room
Meet them all over again
Everyones up in my room
And now...now Im busy...busy again
I feel like sitting down but
Im still thinking...thinking about my friends
In my garden...moments
But now Im speaking out
Speaking about my friends
Now Im speaking out
Thinking about my friends
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Cobblestones
The coffin, set up as coffins always are, near the grave, contained the father. The sentence, set up as sentences always are, on the page, contained the words. The meat package, set up as meat packages always are, with cellophane covering, contained the chops. The synagogue, set up as synagogues always are, for people, contained the rabbi. The classroom, set up as classrooms always are, for chairs, contained the professor. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, beside the grave, contained the mother. The word, set up as words always are, beyond hearing, contained the syllables. The prose, set up as prose always is, in census-rectangles, contained the phenomena. The nation, set up as nations always are, in questionnaire rooms, contained the sworn. The can, set up as cans always are, with ornate paper covers, contained the chicken o’noodle soup, with the circular noodles. Abacus, guitar, and quipu, set up as abacus, guitar and quipu always are, hieratically on notional strings, contained tobacco’s troubadours. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, next to the grave, contained the sister. The elegy, set up as elegies always are, dishonestly, contained the family. The steak, set up as steaks always are, artificially reddened, contained the fat. The rectangular venetian blinds, set up as rectangular venetian blinds always are, in the windowframe, contained the slats. The DNA, set up as DNA always is, in double helixes, contained the and. The word people, set up as the word people always is, in writing, contained the o.
poem by Aaron Fogel
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Blue For You
Sometimes the sun shines
And I close the blinds
cos I cant stand to see the light of day
I have no use for pain
But I dont mind the rain
cos I can stare outside and hear the sound
Today I looked right down to the ground
With nothing in between to break my fall
Im blue for you, blue for you
I dont know what to do
Chorus
Gotta form a plan of attack
Cant stop to look back I know
You are so far from here
Gotta be strong in my mind
Not encroach on your time I know that
That would be wrong for sure
I must get out and about
Of that I have no doubt
There surely must be new places to go
Sights Ive never seen
All with pastures green
cos the old ones are making me blue for you
cos Im blue for you, blue for you
I dont know what to do
And Im blue for you, blue for you
I dont know what to do
Gotta form a plan of attack
Climb back on the track I know
Bid my devil friend good-bye
Hope Im still in the race
But I dont know whaat to chase oh no
And youre still so far from here
The sun it still shines in
And I shall close the blinds
cos I know I wont see you anymore, see you anymore
And Im blue for you, blue for you
I dont know what to do
cos Im blue for you, blue for you
I dont know what to do
I dont know
I could take a big jump
song performed by by Men At Work
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The Only Thing I Care About
She had the eyes of some one older,
I have eyes that wonder 'round,
I couldn't see what really mattered,
Caught hell from my boss,
Don't care about my job,
Caught a cold from the rain,
Don't care if I'm cold,
Played every record that I own to date,
but the only thing I cared about got away,
She was a walking work of art,
I am a broken wind-up-toy,
I thought I knew what really mattered,
Got a flat on the road,
Don't care about my car,
Lost 26 bucks bucks,
Don't care about my rent,
Caught every episode on TV today,
but the only thing I care about got away,
She had a brilliant future,
I have a past,
I have my momories,
but they're fading fast,
Caught Hell from my boss,
Don't care about my job,
Caught a cold from the rain,
Don't care if I'm cold,
Played every record that I own to date,
But the only thing I care about got away,
but the only thing I care about got away,
But the only thing I care about got away...
song performed by by Eels
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You Are Not A Dream
last night you are the woman undressing before me
beside the brook with bamboo trees swaying on its side
i am told that you are just a dream
the fruit of my weary mind
i have seen the waterfalls flowing from your hair
i have touched the full moon of your breasts
i laid my body on the cool green grass of your body
your hands are soft and perfumed like the orange flowers
cascading on my face
i feel the rain dripping on my cheeks
when you left me
you are not just a dream my love
you are real from the very beginning of my sleep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Arbour
I'll rest me in this sheltered bower,
And look upon the clear blue sky
That smiles upon me through the trees,
Which stand so thickly clustering by;
And view their green and glossy leaves,
All glistening in the sunshine fair;
And list the rustling of their boughs,
So softly whispering through the air.
And while my ear drinks in the sound,
My winged soul shall fly away;
Reviewing long departed years
As one mild, beaming, autumn day;
And soaring on to future scenes,
Like hills and woods, and valleys green,
All basking in the summer's sun,
But distant still, and dimly seen.
Oh, list! 'tis summer's very breath
That gently shakes the rustling trees -
But look! the snow is on the ground -
How can I think of scenes like these?
'Tis but the frost that clears the air,
And gives the sky that lovely blue;
They're smiling in a winter's sun,
Those evergreens of sombre hue.
And winter's chill is on my heart -
How can I dream of future bliss?
How can my spirit soar away,
Confined by such a chain as this?
poem by Anne Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
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Those Born In Obscure Times
Those born in obscure times
Do not remember their way.
We, children of Russia's frightful years
Cannot forget a thing.
Incinerating years!, do you bring tidings
of madness or of hope?
The days of war, the days of freedom
Have left a bloody sheen on our faces.
There is a muteness - the tocsin bell
Has made us close our lips.
In our hearts, once so ardent,
There is a fateful emptiness.
Let the croaking ravens
Take flight above our deathbed -
O Lord, O Lord, may those more worthy than us,
Behold Thy kingdom!
poem by Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
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Even Without You
perhaps i have to ask myself
why i mumble
like no other restless bee
that i can be
in the twilight years
of my life
do i refuse to see light?
have i fallen in love with my
own darkness?
do i wish the blindness of
wisdom?
is wisdom blind?
is there light at the end of this tunnel?
am i in this tunnel?
i am in a room with only one window
and it faces the road
where everyone passes tonight
this is the only passage to their homes
and they simply pass by here
i make no sound
when i open these windows
when i close them
repeatedly
perhaps i exist and they know it
perhaps they only have respect for my silence
perhaps i am to blame for all these
perhaps i have chosen silence
its golden sheen
its private space
i am thinking, and that is the most important thing that is happening
in all my life
even without you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Room
(chris waters/tom shapiro)
When I pull in the drive where your car used to be
It doesnt hurt me like it used to
I can walk through the door, and not wonder anymore
Where you are, like I used to
I can go down the hall, see the pictures on the wall
And not miss you
But I just cant bring myself to go into..
The room
Where I spent every night with you
And the light of the moon
Came through the window
And I held you
We were so close
And its just too soon
For me to go into the room
Id remember too much if I opened that door
And Im not sure if I could face it
The beds emptiness would remind me youre with
Someone else, and I couldnt take it
So, I sleep on the couch in our living room now
Since our love died
cause Im still not ready yet to go inside...
The room
Where I spent every night with you
And the light of the moon
Came through the window
And I held you
We were so close
And its just too soon
For me to go into the room
Where the light of the moon
Came through the window
And I held you
We were so close
And its just too soon
For me to go into the room
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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The Two Swans
There's a big park just close to where we live —
Trees in a row
And shaggy grass whereon the dead leaves blow.
And in the middle round a great lagoon
The fair yachts sail
In loveliness that makes the water pale.
Last night I went to walk along the road
Beside the park
And feel the kisses of the wintry dark.
It's the best place to watch the evening come
For mists are there
And lights and shadows and the lake is fair
And last night looking up I saw two swans
Fly overhead
With long black necks and their white wings outspread.
Above the houses citywards they went,
An arrowy pair
In secret — white and black and dark and fair.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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End Of A Dream
Dream.....
End of a dream.....
Where do you stand
at the end of
a dream..
All is behind; 'round in your
head
Splinters of sound, words that
were said;
Broken like toys, days that were
planned
Gone into mist, sunk into sand
There's no place to stand
At the end of a dream.....
End.....
End of a dream.....
Where do you go
At the end of a dream.....
Where is another way
where on this earth
Some thing of value
some thing of worth
A burned over land
Blackened by fire
No eager glee now
No hearts desire.....
END OF A DREAM
There's no place to go
At the end of a dream.....
End.....
End of a dream.....
What do you do
At the end of a dream....
Nothings ahead now.....
Something like lead
Lies where your heart lay:
Something is dead.....
An empty glass......to turn in
the hand
Wine is no more now,
you can't understand.....
There's nothing to do
At the end of a dream.....
Dream.....
End of a dream......
What do you learn
at the end of a dream.....
There's some little glow; more
than you know
Something that someday will
burst into flame
Flame into joy......
you'll understand
Green trees will grow again on
burnt-over land.....
END OF A DREAM
There's something to learn
at the of a dream....
End of a dream....
End of a dream.....
There's something to learn
FROM
The End Of A Dream.....
poem by Isabelle Cooper
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