A Form Of Purification
the cyclone that hits Myanmar the earthquake that hits china
they come
they all come too swiftly, too decisive of what to do
swiftly sweeping swiftly swallowing
it is the purgation of the earth
a manner of purifying itself
i am not saying there is dirt
or so much rubbish on man's cruelty towards this earth
i am not saying anything at all
my sympathies for those who perished
i am into this silence
a tribute to death
on the other hand, i am thinking of something else
i have hinted you on this
but just the same, let us move on and pick up the trash
sweep the yard, collect the leaves, rebuild the house,
plant more flowers and perhaps not to cut the trees
and spit on our seas again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In the Morning
By SJR December 1,2008
The varying layers of clouds would not evade my attention.
Dark clouds, high clouds, fluffy clouds, wispy clouds –
The sky was a myriad of different formations.
Pervading through them all however,
was a diffuse gray form extending from earth to
Heaven and moving swiftly through the land –
It was amazing to watch!
And I could only reflect on the Spirit of God,
Moving swiftly across the earth,
Always present, filling all of space,
Not necessarily noticeable from within,
But ever active, moving with power and love.
'God is able to do immeasurably more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of, according to His power that is at work within us' Eph 4: 20
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I will always remember you SJR!
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Out Of Greek
The things that Mortals love are mortal too
& swiftly transient fleet before the view
Or if with man a longer while they stay
Man swiftly transient fleets himself away.
poem by Thomas Parnell
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Easter Scene
a woman in an early morning sweeping some trash
away from the house
a heap of garbage
thrown on the road for the garbage truck to pick it up...
whistles her way inside the house
locks the gates
enters the door
and opens all the windowsof the house
meeting a brand new day
filled with warm sunshine
and cool air breathings
from the yard's green trees.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Twelve
a woman in an early morning sweeping some trash
away from the house
a heap of garbage
thrown on the road for the garbage truck to pick it up...
whistles her way inside the house
locks the gates
enters the door
and opens all the windows of the house
meeting a brand new day
filled with warm sunshine
and cool air breathings
from the yard's green trees.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Implications Of Fukushima Nuclear Disaster
radiation not lost
upon an entire ocean
ocean can no longer
separate sovereign nations
from massive meltdowns
at nuclear power plants
key is prevailing wind
wind carried radiation
sweeping across seas
sweeping around planet
high atmospheric death
ready to ripe rain down
ruining day week year
ruining happy party plans
radiation might blow
into quiet neighbourhood
Fukushima Dai-ichi
is problem pending global
major earthquake fault
massive overdue quake
like San Andreas Fault
magnitude 7 or greater
deadly tsunami earthquake
not an if but when
situation four reactors
sitting on Pacific Ocean
near earthquake faults
both located in similar
Japanese nightmare
scenario type zones
time to build reinforced
back up coolant bunkers
before tsunami earthquake
hits beware countdown
time is critical nature rules
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Air Way
Trees are
Danching
The air...
The air was
Comming
Cyclone style;
But not cyclone...
Broken some
Trees some side...
Rain was comming
slow slowely...
Earth mud
Sumeel was
Tuch the nose...
Trees leaves are
Singing to a song
Air way....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Truth Hits Everybody
Sleep lay behind me like a broken ocean
Strange waking dreams before my eyes unfold
You lay there sleeping like an open doorway
I stepped outside myself and felt so cold
Take a look at my new toy
Itll blow your head in two, o boy
Truth hits everybody
Truth hits everyone
I thought about it and my dream was broken
I clutch at images like dying breath
And I dont want to make a fuss about it
The only certain thing in life is death
Take a look at my new toy
Itll blow your head in two, o boy
Truth hits everybody
Truth hits everyone
Where you want to be
Wont you ever see
Truth hits everybody
Truth hits everyone
Now
song performed by by Police
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A leaf for hand in hand
i can tell the neighbours
not to shout, scream in the night hours
throw their rubbish this side of residence
but the leaves from his trees
i sweep with resignation that
they at least allow me to potter around
to communicate in a certain, tender, soft manner
with the quiet neighbours
the echoes of my sweeping
the leaves blown by the wind
to settle in my garden, my porch
the only encroachment i do not bother
bring up to each other
as i gather the yellow leaves, shrivelled leaves
into a hill for my lmatch
the birds twitter, the next door children chuckle
their mother peering over the fence with
some fruits in her hands
the fruits that help us meet heart to heart
with an uneasy sweetness in between
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Put Courage Into Your Heart
Put courage into your heart
Drive swiftly to take a start
And fill your soul with your dreams
Of wishful thinking and hope's beam
And know that to have a fulfilled life
You need to nicely and courageously drive
The car of your dreams and hope
Filled with love and smile's cope
Just learn to get back in touch
With whatever is going around much
And search for inner strength and feel
And make with life a lovely deal
whenever life throws you a curve ball
Return it and rebuild hope's wall
And learn to have a fulfilled life
Where hopes and dreams freely survive
And empower your self and deep inside
With courage of mind and emotion's wide
And trust your feelings and your mind
Then life will always be with you kind
Just put courage into your heart
Drive swiftly to make a start
And fill your soul with your dreams
Of wishful thinking and hope's beam.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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You Were Once A Girl
i remember you: once a girl whose hands
hold on to mine in school,
my first year of teaching then
in the university and your mother
was there teaching too,
how time must have passed!
now you are a lawyer
pregnant on your second child
and defending a case
of your classmate in my court.
how time must have passed!
swiftly, so swiftly like a bird
falling out from the edge of the horizon
like a gaze falling out from the seams
of our visions
how time must have passed!
yet i feel nothing that i have to worry
there is no one in my house to stay
when my time to leave shall finally come.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love.
quote by Walt Whitman
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Dance Of Death
Death has taken me out for a swing.
At first I didn't drop from the quickstep
In his dance and clogged right along
Until he drove the tempo up.
How swiftly was I pulled into being
The jumping jack, the dancing chicken,
Becoming nothing but a scream to God
With no hope of what He was thinking.
Then Death lifted me up high and spun me
Into the sky so God would be pleased with him,
For he doesn't take what God doesn't give.
But suddenly he let his catch fall,
For in the alphabet of the first silence,
God has just two words for him: Not today!
poem by Franz Werfel
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The wife of our Chinese neighbor
She is strange tonight walking outside their house alone
Towards the dark plaza wearing a face that cannot be drawn
From my window I look at her edging her way slowly straight
To the other end of this concrete road along a line of trees
What is it that the china man this time did to her native sensitivities?
She was taken from the mountains away from her humble beginnings
Only to find herself in this red big house; bearing him children
Giving him the citizenship and when everything is taken from her
The china man now hits him with a hard slap that she is nothing
But a used rag, a dirty doormat that all must stamp upon, including her
very own children.She cannot believe it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Hymn for Noon
The sun is swiftly mounted high;
It glitters in the southern sky;
Its beams with force and glory beat,
And fruitful earth is fill'd with heat.
Father, also with Thy fire
Warm the cold, the dead desire,
And make the sacred love of Thee
Within my soul a sun to me.
Let it shine so fairly bright
That nothing else be took for light,
That worldly charms be seen to fade,
And in its lustre find a shade.
Let it strongly shine within
To scatter all the clouds of sin,
That drive when gusts of passion rise
And intercept it from our eyes.
Let its glory more than vie
With the sun that lights the sky;
Let it swiftly mount in air,
Mount with that, and leave it there,
And soar with more aspiring flight
To realms of everlasting light.
Thus, while here I'm forc'd to be,
I daily wish to live with Thee,
And feel that union which Thy love
Will, after death, complete above.
From my soul I send my prayer;
Great creator, bow Thine ear;
Thou for whose propitious sway
The world was taught to see the day,
Who spake the word and earth begun
And show'd its beauties in the sun;
With pleasure I Thy creatures view,
And would with good affection, too,
Good affection sweetly free,
Loose from them and move to Thee;
O teach me due returns to give,
And to Thy glory let me live,
And then my days shall shine the more
Or pass more blessed than before.
poem by Thomas Parnell
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Empty
No one knows what it is like to be empty inside.
No one knows what pain this comes with.
No one knows how to feel when the emptiness hits you.
No one knows what to think when it hits.
No one knows how to react when the emptiness hits.
You may think you know these things, but you don't.
I know these things.
I'll tell you.
When it attacks you, your going to feel lonely, abandon.
And the pain is excruciating. oh my god it will make you want to cry a lot.
When it hits you will think about death, not just anyone's death, your death.
And you will react very badly to feeling empty.
You'll start cutting your self, a lot.
Once you start you wont stop.
So Beware.
poem by Shannon Welch
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Sharon Stone's Karma Remark
earthquake karma remark
Sharon Stone's career
shakened
earthquake karma remark
sharon stone in cause
and effect trauma
stonehearted quake remark
Sharon Stone fame takes a
tumble
Sharon Stone's karma remark
in the aftershocks
a flurry of sorries
Si Chuan quake karma remark
Sharon Stone's career gets
a jolt
Si Chuan quake karma remark
Sharon Stones's career
experiences a tremour
Award winning American actress Sharon Stone quickly took back her words after she said recent Si Chuan earthquake was because of China's bad karma for discriminating against the Tibetans. China's film world hits back by banning her movies in China and Diore took her off in its advertisements in China. Sharon quickly followed up with an apology to China for what she had said.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Divine Pastorall
Strephon & I upon a bank were laid,
Where the gay spring in varied colours playd,
& her rich odours lavish nature shed.
When thus the Youth, while this we wondring view
Can we but wonder at its maker too,
Amintas, if I know him, did not use
Shoud such a subject call, to want a muse,
Oh sing the great, the wise creating powr,
While silent I admire, & in your words adore.
Then I, for long before the thought was mine,
Did thus to meet the good demand begin.
Ye Mountains, & ye hills which lower rise,
Ye humble vallies, & ye spreading trees,
Ye pleasant meadows, & thou easy stream,
O praise the Lord, O magnify his name!
Yes, as you can you tell his name abroad,
The wondrous work proclaims the worker God.
Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along,
Then swiftly bear aloft my finisht song.
Ye tame & savage beasts in one accord,
Joyn with all these to Glorify the Lord;
Ye Birds, Ye tunefull birds in him rejoyce,
Give him your musick, who gave you your voice,
Hark how the cheerfull labour of their throats,
returns the tribute of their pretty notes.
Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along,
Then swiftly bear aloft my rising song.
But still the earth, & still the seas are mute,
The Birds are speechless, speechless is the Brute,
Man that alone can speak his praise must doo't.
Praise him O man with a transported heart,
Let the melodious hand confess its art,
Let the raisd voice his bounteous glory's sing,
Shoud less be joynd to praise so great a King?
Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along,
Then swiftly bear aloft my rising song.
For thee the seasons run the circling year,
The clouds drop fatness, & the fruits appear,
Thee as the Lord of all below he plac'd,
Free in thy choice, & by thy chusing bless'd,
Tis true we must account for all we do,
But to a God alone th' account is due.
Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along,
Then swiftly bear aloft my rising song.
The Seraphim, & all the Heavenly pow'r,
Bright in their shapes, but in their virtues more,
Came to the shade where our first parents lay,
They heard him reason, & they heard her pray,
Then struck their Golden harps, & as they flew,
Cry'd, Halelujah, man is made for heaven too.
Go on, my Muse, Go on, & Gratefully express,
The Creatures thanks, in the Creators praise.
To see this pair the fallen powrs came in,
Torturd with malice, & deformd by sin,
They saw this happy pair designd to fill
The realms, from whence they fell by doing ill,
They heard their Joyfull anthems to their God,
& faign they woud have harmd ym if they coud,
Whom they woud harm they impotently curse,
Their strength indeed was great but God was ours.
Go on, My Muse, Go on, & Gratefully express.
The Creatures thanks, in the Creators praise.
I know I cannot speak his mercy's through,
Yet what I can, of what I ought Ile do,
Mean as they are, my notes to him belong,
Mean as it is, he will reward my song.
Go on, my Muse go on, & gratefully express
The Creatures thanks, in the Creators praise.
On such a theam I coud for ever dwell,
Thus lett my voice when I must perish fail
& thus my monument my story tell;
Here lyes a Youth—stay passenger & pray,
Nor pitty him who di'd no common way,
But when his breath was all in hymns bestowd
Sent up his soul to bear 'em to his God.
So lett me end, the twilight does appear,
The heat has left to rarify the air,
The winds it broke grow strong enough to fly,
Yes swiftly fly ye winds, & bear my Lays on high.
poem by Thomas Parnell
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The Answer
Our brief sojourn on this Earth
draws so swiftly to its close,
and only Death right answer, -
if there is one, - might disclose.
Answer
Where of Love there is a dearth,
‘tis in vain that mankind sows, -
Love is life and hope, rebirth,
what a pity no-one knows!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Truth...
Those without imagination wander through life,
They prostrate themselves at the feet of delusion.
They must honour him, praise his name,
They live to serve, a desperate need to be reborn.
Deceitful claws sunk deep into the flesh of man,
Joyless and lifeless ceremonies in his name.
Endless defeat reborn in the belly of all eternity,
Yet I have seen the truth so heed my words.
Birth hurls us swiftly towards death,
Clutch onto every precious moment as you fall.
For each bit of existence is a cherished memory,
Live not for a lie but for the joy of love.
Wrench your soul from the clutches of deceit,
For we are but a minuscule part of life's cycle.
And though birth hurls us swiftly towards death,
In death we shall become reborn of all things...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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A Time To Write About Time
how do you write time? as simple as asking what time is it?
and then you look at your watch and say
without much thinking about how time passed swiftly and how
it affected you leaving you another lock of white hair
and sense of nostagia of
i am left out here and i have done nothing about the passing of time
it is 8: 17 in the morning, you hear some roosters still cocking out
their maleness to the hens laying their eggs in the warmth of their
quest for more of them
scrambled eggs and scratches on the grass for food
now finally i have found time to write about time
for eyes to look into my own eyes for hands to work on my own hands
time swiftly passes by
and i have noticed more wrinkles on my hands, more lines on my
forehead, eyebags, weakened knees, blisters on my feet, sagging cheeks, falling flesh on my arms,
my heart beats faster on the worry of
i have not done well enough and time passed by leaving me away
with this feeling of
there they are on happy faces with children and grandchildren
and birthdays and deaths and graduations and anniversaries
where are we my dear? we are in this house where there are only
two of us left
we are watching tv and this advertisement on milk for old age
and new born babies
how can we relate to the time that i am writing? i sit beside you,
i hug you again (for the nth time of this almost 30 years of being
together)
i turn off the tv, and let the silence be with us again
i hold your hand, and tell you the usual sweetest words
your name, i always say your name
and my name, you always call me by my name
i hold your hand, your head on my shoulder, we sit together
facing the sunset on the sea on the horizon where birds are flying towards their own nests
it is 5: 15 p.m., time is not freezing. it need not stop just like the
way we really want it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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