A Family Reunion
the genes stopped at us
we of the childless category
enjoying this luxury
as others come in numbers
with their new names
and members
they talk a lot
we remain silent
we party
on this family reunion
we think of the memories
of ma and pa
and when we were children
it is dark and light
surrenders and then
they turn on the light
we become shadows
and mere words
we become laughter
there are no places
for the tears
then we go home
to the places of our hearts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dreams of Un-forbidden
I used to dream
Dream of places with endless skies
Dream of places with high mountains
Dream of places with low clouds
Dream of the place I am living in
But nobody dares dream here
Here is the place
Where the men have no hope
Where woman walk without a soul
Where children’s laughter
No longer bounces off the walls
This is my home
And I have no shame
Even when I roam
To the places so hidden
I wish it to be the un-forbidden
poem by Jackie Emley
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Crying For No Tears
No one knows why I cry
But then again no one knows that I cry
I don't like to cry
So when everyone is away and it's dark, I cry
I cry in the dark because I can't in the light
I have to stay strong and represent strength and the light
Light that there is hope, and that there really is a light
So in the dark I cry and dry my tears, before comes the light
My tears are a mere reflection of my sorrow
How the past, the present, and maybe future are my sorrow
A lot of mistakes turned tears, are my sorrow
Friends, family, and situation, are my sorrow
None of these right now, I can change
But being strong is my change
And keeping others strong, is my change
Hoping that one day no more tears, will be my change
poem by Mr. Cheese
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The Overseas Workers
we are empty people
like sacks, like rubber balloons
we like to be light in air
so we seek being filled up
it is not helium or hydrogen
it is this need for a talk
a chat,
and we are here for this
a missing you and a missing me
we talk about places, work, masters,
discrimination, then we end with we have no choice anyway
we remain patient and callous
and we conclude with
we are the survivors of this chasing game
we are happy and
we want to stay for what can we do in those places which we call home?
no one lives there anymore
and when we arrive at those doors we are simply met by rats
and bugs
i miss the flowers, they are all gone now
the furniture are old and the gloss has faded
the house is for sale, and my bags are always ready to go anywhere
i do not really know
we are your overseas workers, your heroes and heroines
we have no home for now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As Night Descends
The night descends,
The light mixing dark, together they blend,
Shadows pounce upon the light,
Forever turning daylight, into night.
Shadows toy and play,
They own the night... Now they shall seize the day,
They sit upon the earth, and watch light decay,
Illuminated light fragments,
like dust they float, Then fall away,
I shall sit with these shadows,
and enjoy corrupt fun,
watch the light fall, as the shadows have won.
My family of shadows, humble yet dark,
always living in turmoil, killing the light, fading the last spark.
The light is no more, we've won....
these wrongs can never be undone.
poem by Crimson Love
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Burn On
You light the light in my dark places
The brightest smile in a sea of faces
Oh you watched me
You calmed me down just when I thought
Id drown
You lit a flame inside
I dont know how
But they cannot turn the light out on me now
You put a song in my dark silence
You moved my feet when I could not dance
And you caught me just when I fell
You stilled my hell of storms
You coloured all my greys
I dont know how
And they cannot turn the light out on me now
Chorus burn on, oh lovely light
Burn on, there goes the night
Burn on till all the universe is shining in your light
Burn on, burn on, burn on
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Rex Kramer
I been lost and now I found my way
Take me down and safe
Show me the way
Take me places that I want to stay
Here's to today
Here's to today
I been knocked but now I'm on my feet
Caught a lineup
Whenever I get in your steep
Take me places that I know from sleep
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
Hey now
I'm fadin' out
Keep the light on
Turn it up
Hey now
I'm fallin' down, down
Keep the light on
Turn it up
I don't care to live for friends, you say
Cost a fortune
Then they go and leave anyway
Wake me tenderly and leave me to lay
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
Hey now
And fade out
Keep the light on
Turn it up
Hey now
And fall down, down
Keep the light on
Turn it up
Here's to today
Here's to today
Here's to today
Here's to today
song performed by by Gomez
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More McCornack Family Memories
Looking through old photos
Of family members from the past
Sure do bring back memories
That will forever and ever last
Grandma with her great grandkids
A sweet smile upon her face
Puts me back to yesterday
So much history I can trace
For I see the house she lived in
When different events took place
There’s Grandpa enjoying family
He too has a smiling face
Oh look at my brother Robert
So young he was back then
So handsome and charming
With his shy and happy grin
Friends and family members
Are carved in a photo album
Old folks when we visited them
Always gave us so much wisdom
We can’t turn back the clocks
But albums are like treasuries
They are passed down forever
To share the family memories!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Let's Talk About Love
Everywhere I go all the places that I've been
Every smile is a new horizon on a land I've never seen
There are people around the world - different faces different names
But there's one true emotion that reminds me we're the same...
Lets talk about love
From the laughter of a child to the tears of a grown man
There's a thread that runs right through us all and helps us understand
As subtle as a breeze - that fans a flicker to a flame
From the very first sweet melody to the very last refrain...
Lets talk about love
Lets talk about us
Lets talk about life
Lets talk about trust
Lets talk about love
It's the king of all who live and the queen of good hearts
It's the ace you may keep up your sleeve - 'til the name is all but lost
As deep as any sea - with the rage of any storm
But as gentle as a falling leaf on any autumn morn...
Lets talk about love - it's all were needin'
Lets talk about us - it's the air we're breathin'
Lets talk about life - I wanna know you
Lets talk about trust - and I wanna show you
Lets talk about love
song performed by by Celine Dion from Let's Talk About Love
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You Change...So Do Places
You change…so do places
You get older…as places do too
You look about for familiar faces
But only memory’s ghost looks back at you
You see the places…places in the heart
You hear long gone voices from the past
You still seem.. and yearn to be a part
Of memories that seem… to fade so fast
Fleeting touch…soft brush of lips
Memories of young love, breath held in wonder
Soft gentle touch of tender finger tips
Young hearts aflame, emotions torn asunder
That old red wagon, that very first snow
The big hill where we coasted, now seems so small
the old homestead stood here…where did it go?
It’s been replaced with a cold, soulless mall
Yes, you change…and yes, so do places
You yearn to recapture those memories of the past
To find bits and pieces…shards and traces
Memories…young love…not meant to last
You can imagine that old white home
from way back then…
Hear familiar voices …
echo in the wind, my friend
Yes…It Seems as if it was just yesterday
But you know… that it was way back then
And down deep you know…there just ain’t no way
You can really ever… go back home again
poem by David Whalen
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Loves Light Shining
I’ve found dark places,
in my mind.
But I’ve seen the
light there too.
You’ve been the light
of my life.
Since the day I
first met you.
You shine your light
in my heart.
So I’m never lost
in the dark.
And I can just
look at you.
To see loves light
shining through.
If you’ve dark places
in your mind.
I will do the
same thing too.
And shine a light
from my heart.
Of all of my
love for you.
I’ll shine my light
in your heart.
So you’re never lost
in the dark.
And I will just
look at you.
So you see loves
light shining too.
poem by Tim Kitchen
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Heart of your Shadow
The Shadows are dark
Can you feel them?
The shadows are hidden
Where did they go?
Can you see it?
The light within the dark?
In hides in the shadows
That one flame
The flickering flame
In the dark
Our hearts
All have a flickering flame
Let that light shine
In the darkest depths
Fear fades with anger and hate
Because of that light
The light lies
In a dark place
Let it shine within
The heart of your shadow
poem by J.T. Derouen
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We Are The Children
We are the children who never got to be children
We all grew up too fast
We are the children who cried silent tears
Praying it wouldn't last
We are the children who practised their smile
Hiding all the pain inside
We are the children who couldn't get away
Got dragged along for the ride
So now hear my prayer
Let the children smile
Don't take away their youth and innocence
Let them be kids for a while
So now join this march
For the children's rights
Don't lock them away in the cold and the dark
Just give them a shining light
The kids don't work they do my head in
Just remember it's coz of all the lies you spin
You think it's messed up now - just wait till you're old
You never made those memories out of gold
The kids they cry
Every single night
Just let them smile
And see the light
poem by Alex Daydream
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Only Memories Left
Searching my youth of another day
of time that went away
back in the old home town
with family and friends, brings a frown.
To be home again
of my search I begin
the places I remember are gone now
to progress they have bowed.
So many changes in the city
every thing gone, oh it's a pity
my youth was here for many years
to see how it's changed brings tears.
It's true you can't go home again
to the place it all began
memories is all I have left
to my heart the memories have cleft
Lets Talk About Love
Bryan adams, eliott kennedy, jean jacques goldman
Everywhere I go all the places that Ive been
Every smile is a new horizon on a land
Ive never seen
There are people around the world -
Different faces different names
But theres one true emotion that
Reminds me were the same...
Lets talk about love
From the laughter of a child to the tears
Of a grown man
Theres a thread that runs right through us
All and helps us understand
As subtle as a breeze - that fans a flicker
To a flame
From the very first sweet melody to the
Very last refrain...
Lets talk about love
Lets talk about us
Lets talk about life
Lets talk about trust
Lets talk about love
Its the king of all who live and the
Queen of good hearts
Its the ace you may keep up your
Sleeve - till the name is all but lost
As deep as any sea - with the rage of
Any storm
But as gentle as a falling leave on any
Autumn morn...
Lets talk about love - its all were
Needin
Lets talk about us - its the air were
Breathin
Lets talk about life - I wanna know you
Lets talk about trust - and I wanna show
You
Lets talk about love
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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But No More
The time is now or never
The crashing is coming near
The delphi is on the corner
And he whispers in your ear
It used to be men could be solemn even while laughing
And laughter could be heard shore to shore
But no more
Now all you hear is crying
Cause no one's on the phone
Your feet are just now freezing over
You know that you are here all alone
It used to be men could be solemn even while laughing
And laughter could be heard shore to shore
But no more
When I think of friends and places
Things we wanted, hoped we'd be
All that's left is fading traces
Memories of what use to be
Hear their laughter, see their shadows
Feel the darkness, see the light
We had lit all but lost so quickly
We think we won but we lost the fight
But it's all the same to me
I've seen all I want to see
First they laugh at you
Then they cry
Say they'll always be there
Then they die
So alone yet so alive
It used to be men could be solemn even while laughing
And laughter could be heard shore to shore
But no more
song performed by by Zebra
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Day of the Refugios
In Mexico and Latin America, celebrating one's
Saint's day instead of one's birthday is common.
I was born in Nogales, Arizona,
On the border between
Mexico and the United States.
The places in between places
They are like little countries
Themselves, with their own holidays
Taken a little from everywhere.
My Fourth of July is from childhood,
Childhood itself a kind of country, too.
It's a place that's far from me now,
A place I'd like to visit again.
The Fourth of July takes me there.
In that childhood place and border place
The Fourth of July, like everything else,
It meant more than just one thing.
In the United States the Fourth of July
It was the United States.
In Mexico it was the día de los Refugios,
The saint's day of people named Refugio.
I come from a family of people with names,
Real names, not-afraid names, with colors
Like the fireworks: Refugio,
Margarito, Matilde, Alvaro, Consuelo,
Humberto, Olga, Celina, Gilberto.
Names that take a moment to say,
Names you have to practice.
These were the names of saints, serious ones,
And it was right to take a moment with them.
I guess that's what my family thought.
The connection to saints was strong:
Mu grandmother's name--here it comes--
Her name was Refugio,
And my great-grandmother's name was Refugio,
And my mother-in-law's name now,
It's another Refugio, Refugios everywhere,
Refugios and shrimp cocktails and sodas.
Fourth of July was a birthday party
For all the women in my family
Going way back, a party
For everything Mexico, where they came from,
For the other words and the green
Tinted glasses my great-grandmother wore.
These women were me,
What I was before me,
So that birthday fireworks in the evening,
All for them,
This seemed right.
In that way the fireworks were for me, too.
Still, we were in the United States now,
And the Fourth of July,
Well, it was the Fourth of July.
But just what that meant,
In this border place and time,
it was a matter of opinion in my family.
poem by Alberto Ríos
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Places in the Heart
There are places in the heart,
that are still unmarred by
understanding -
those places that we have
kept hidden for so long
from all those prying eyes,
prowling in the darkness -
There are places in the heart,
filled with childhood memories
of laughter and joy,
hope and new beginnings,
those places that we revisit
secretly and tenderly,
those places that make us
feel alive again -
There are places in the heart
that know no boundaries,
no limitations, but unrestrained
happiness of a smiling child,
filled with wonder and love
for the world, feeling both
godlike and tiny, overtaken
by the invisible presence
that permeates the moon
and the countless stars -
There are places in the heart,
where life is filled with miracles
and questions lead to more
questions, prompted by infinite
curiosity and the desire to know
the essence of things,
there are places that only
you and I know,
those places that remind us
who we really are -
For we are the essence
of life's joy and discovery,
truth and beauty, love and
tenderness, that penetrates
the cracks of a fractured world,
we are those places in the heart
that know no end and no beginning,
but love and only love,
that sings through us like
warm summer rain.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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We Pretend We Play With Words
to soothe the choking effects of the day,
and those days that come to us like two walls
while we lay helpless in between, we pretend
we pretend to play with words, like we are simply
children scribbling words on the floor beyond
the ambit of paper
we pretend that this writing is nothing but little games.
we like to be just light feathers floating in the wind
looking at the petal of the flower
trying to choose which patch of grass to land,
we pretend this is just that
doodles, noodles, needles, neddles, doddles,
we pretend that this writing poetry has nothing to do
with what we are: feelings like words in a crossword puzzle
we tinker with meanings, we like to experiment with moods,
like handpainting on the walls and spraying paint
at the fences of our bad neighbors
trying to evade laws, of falling and flying and rising and dropping,
this is just a play of words, do not ask me again if i am in between the
lines if there are tears there, or that laughter and mockery is hidden
underneath the cover of heavy sheets of sentences
we pretend there is nothing to all these.
when we stop, when that right time comes
it will be dark, and we like children all stop playing and shouting
and running and kidding and calling each other names
when we stop it is always dark. The fear is lost. It is time to go.
Home. Where we are united with our loved ones. Where we begin to
speak the truth about us. Where we sleep. Where all the lights are
turned off.
We give way for the moon to shine above our silent roofs.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the threat in Mindanao
there is no need of a crystal ball to see what is really happening
and why
we shall all predict the next event
it starts with a mild attack and there will be so much
talk over tv and the radio
where the ears of the masses are stuck
they will hear about some ears cut and bodies of children mutilated
buses burned and mass evacuation of
innocent civilians on the hinterlands
of known places
mosques and churches shall not be spared
surely these will ignite religious hatred
and stir the hearts of all
good men
it will take days and days of violence
muslims and christians killing one another
ignoring their faiths within their hearts
that they are brothers
under one roof
if we only listen to the laughter of the lying woman
who plans all these things
to prolong her life
for another set of six years or more
like the old man
who died of lupus
many years back
she learns from him and will work the plan layed beforehand
it does not matter who dies and who kills
what matters most is power
we must not lose track of our belief as brothers
keep us in your mosque
as we too shall keep your women and children in our churches
in our houses and places of peace
we shall remain as children of one God
let us pray that her lies shall not cause the annihilation of us all
we are the true owners of this place
and not her or her cohorts
her own devils spread wearing the faces of gentle men
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blistering Mark
delve in the dark and haunt all the nights
tired of the lies of that weak weak light
it goes to show your power has no effect
because your rays are so feeble
feebly glistening, supported by the dark
so the protectors gather around you
stand in the cathedral and see
see them pray for your growth
shielding you from bursting forth
then your turn on them like the traitor you are
it is light which has secrets, truth is far
you turn around and take your flight
burning their eyes and blinding them for life
and to say the truth, you know well how it goes
you call the dark your enemy, your friend and your foe
but now dark has the knowledge of your conspiring nature
it, now, sees light as the demon and it self a betrayed creature
as dark huddles in the shadows, everything is clear
no light to create shadows or to give birth to hopeless despair
so all i have learned is that even though human scorns the dark
it is the light you should fear, it is light that leaves a blistering mark
poem by Cassiel Kaini
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