A Note About Her
I ALWAYS think that she is more beautiful with her dress on
when her hair is hanging free down to her waist like words in a
flowing poem,
but she prefers the usual mode of seduction by undressing herself
slowly and when she has nothing on she walks towards that steps of stone leading to the famed hot spring
at the foot of the extinct volcano
and then she plunges her body
like a young fish,
there is nothing to imagine,
as everything has been fully seen,
she calls me to join her in the heat of the water
and i start to compromise about
everything that
i am,
the night is so silent
and the waters create the happiest ripples on
that moment,
i am mute and blind
this is now the imagination,
another pagination of a bookish self,
now flashing with pictures
with multicolor and lustful scents,
to include the stars and meteors
which are not supposed
to be there
happiness has an ending.
it is muted
the way it must be for
a married man
like me....
i recall again,
when she could have been more beautiful if we only
talk and exchange metaphors
when we should have simply exchange
pleasantries or
even just
biographies
or the latest news
on showbiz....
(shift)
(cough)
(hesitation to say something more about it*)
even if i do not have to hold her hands
and squeeze her supple body
or tickle
her nipple...
.
even if we do not have to close
our eyes
and then imagine someone else
somewhere
or
for those which we have never
seen
before the sun finally
sets....
the oral intercourse,
to my clean mind,
would have been more meaningful (if)
i should have told her
about a story
or about bukowski
that
it would have been more poetic
if we did nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imagine That
Imagine That
Close your eyes...
Now relax your mind...
Now I want you to picture yourself
Far, far away
(You know your thoughts inside, girl we're 'bout to take a ride)
I don't want you to have a care in the world right now
(Let it go, let it go, let it go, aw yeah)
It's just you... and me
In this moment
Quiet... listen...
Baby take your mind into a zone
Imagine that we're all alone
2-way's off and our friends are gone
Now picture you and me gettin' it on
Take my hand and come with me
Let's indulge in fantasies
Cast your cares and worries
And slowly fall into this ecstasy
I'm gonna rub your body so baby just relax
You've been pourin' out your lovin' and now it's time to pour it back
Imagine that
Imagine that, imagine that, imagine that, imagine (all night long)
Imagine that
Me strokin' your body, imagine that
Imagine that, imagine that, imagine that, imagine (ohh-ho)
Imagine that
Whipped cream and strawberries, know what I mean?
Imagine that, imagine that, imagine that, imagine (ohh-ohh)
Imagine that
Candles and oils surrounding the bed
Imagine that, imagine that, imagine that, imagine (ohh-ho)
Imagine that
And me kissin' your body from feet to head
Imagine that
We don't have to talk
Ohh lay your body here, and watch my fingers walk
Take a second... and imagine the opportunity
You and me sharin' sexual energy
Now girl just meditate on you bein' in this chair
Now close your eyes and act like we're not even here
Girl I'm gonna rub your body so baby just relax
You've been pourin' out your lovin' and now it's time to pour it back
Imagine...
Ima
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Imagine the World
Imagine the world ……………………….
Imagine the world without wars…
Imagine the world without your laws
Imagine your life without fear
Imagine your eyes without a tear
Imagine all men were real men
Imagine…imagine…imagine…
Imagine life without hate
Imagine you knew your own fate
Imagine all children were happy
Imagine all nations were free
What would life be like?
Imagine no-one were blind
Imagine all the woes behind
Imagine…….imagine……..imagine….
Imagi ne earth were flat
Imagine man without a heart
Imagine the day without light
Imagine the dark without the night
Imagine……….imagine……imagine……
Imagine faces without a smile
Imagine birds without a nightingale
Imagine …imagine…imagine
What would life be like?
poem by Bouche Cousue
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Love is imagination
Love is imagination
We first imagine someone
That will be with us
Here and forever
We imagine someone
That always on our side
In sad and happy moment
We imagine someone
That gives us power
Through all difficult time
We imagine someone
That gives us dream
To fly to the wide sky
We imagine someone
That sleeps with us in the night
And still there when we open our eyes in the morning
We imagine someone
That gives us children of love
And spends his old days with us
We imagine someone
That makes us laugh
Until happiness hurts
We imagine someone
That makes us cry
Until tear becomes relief
We imagine someone
That really cares and loves us
When our imagination fits with our heart
Love continues…
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Imaginining Us... That Night I Was Very Lonely...
on one rainy night
just the two of us
we share that moment
when you go under
hold the gleaming skin
of my being
under the moon by
the window
and you like the way
the veins of my body
draw the maps of
our faraway existences
that i imagine
when the rain finally stops
and takes you away from
me, a mirage of my darkest
desert night
there is no oasis
no water flowing from my
mouth
there is none in fact
to remember
there is only that moment
that i create in my mind
like a flash of my
meteor inside my
private room
the illusion moves on
like a boat
toward the pier
where everyone waits
like some stranded
passengers
one typhoon day.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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B.i.t.c.h
I saw you walking down the Road
I got into the poetic Mode
I thought let me write this Ode
Your long hair, Made me prance
Like a mare, Your beautiful Eyes
Reminded me of the blue skies,
Your pink lips, made me
Crave for chocolate chips
Your angelic smile, made me
Forget myself for a while
A body to die for
A body to lie for
A body to cry for
A body to fly for
B-Beautiful
I-Indian
T-Teen
C -Causing
H-Heartache
poem by Anand Dixit
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Northern Pike
All right. Try this,
Then. Every body
I know and care for,
And every body
Else is going
To die in a loneliness
I can't imagine and a pain
I don't know. We had
To go on living. We
Untangled the net, we slit
The body of this fish
Open from the hinge of the tail
To a place beneath the chin
I wish I could sing of.
I would just as soon we let
The living go on living.
An old poet whom we believe in
Said the same thing, and so
We paused among the dark cattails and prayed
For the muskrats,
For the ripples below their tails,
For the little movements that we knew the crawdads were making
under water,
For the right-hand wrist of my cousin who is a policeman.
We prayed for the game warden's blindness.
We prayed for the road home.
We ate the fish.
There must be something very beautiful in my body,
I am so happy.
poem by James Arlington Wright
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Butterflies And Mirage...
imagine
how butterflies live the moment
in an hour
a day perhaps
they are all dead
wings clipped gladly
they give in
to the murderous joys
of the boy
or simply by the natural
caprices of the winds
imagine how happiness
is savored in
such short moments
everyday
life and death
interchanging
like two faces
day and night
imagine myself as a gathering
of butterflies
all over my body
my parts all with wings
in dusty transparencies
imagine how i disappear
from you
even if you have not
touched
any part in me
for i am but a moment
an appearance of
a series of disappearances
for i am but
a mirage always gone
when you
come and want to see me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Twist 5
he lives in two worlds
he has one body, his hands
break when he changes places
his heart is tough
his mind always finds
two explanations
two worlds never reconcile
it is this
neither nor situation
whatever his eyes see
are beautiful
his hands cannot touch any one
when he touches it
there is death
somehow for all those years
there must be a compromise between
water and oil
and so he lives in two worlds
every morning he rises to live
at night
he sleeps to die
and it has been happening
since then
in the house everyone like to love
him
in one condition that there must only be
one world
and so every hour he lives in fear
every minute
but like a dog he learns the tricks
he is young
two worlds live within him
one body one imagination
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A.K.A. Mario
before he finally left
he came to the house finding me alone and busy with words
the usual work on words
that makes me
bread,
he did not say much
as usual he is the silent mario of the class
many thought
he is at peace, i told me he is not actually and so i tell his wife
mario is confused, like some entangled seaweeds
where no fish can penetrate and stay or bring something
mario died two days ago
thinking that i am the happiest man alive
i think so, i must think so, otherwise
mario shall know, otherwise, he would have live a little longer
mario feels this sense of abandonment
like a port without boats and seagulls like a fish without a fish
he died
and that is enough to tell us what he believes in
he felt something so disturbing
he did not mind
before he finally left
he thought that i am the happiest man alive
and now, i must promise myself that.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Limitations Of The Body...
sometimes i forget that i have a body
it is only when i eat that i remember i have one
but most of the times
i am full and so i almost forget all about this body
i am feeding it with wrong things
ideas, more ideas,
i am covering it with mysteries that it cannot relate because
a body is just a body
earthly, mundane
clay,
stick, creepy
skin, hair
sunken eyes,
trembling hands
it is flesh, bones, cartilages,
and
nerves, and when all these nerves take revenge on me
i shall finally lose this body
which i welcome somehow
because i have not experienced it yet
fully
i live in the mind,
my castle is in my imagination,
and i eat nothing for the day
but words
and i drink nothing for the day but ink
and i touch nothing for the day
but keys
the body is forgotten and so are my chains,
my prisons, my
dark rooms,
my body, this fetter,
this
ball and chain that hold me
in hunger and pain and
thirst and
constant urination,
disturbing
defecation
sometimes i like to become nothing but air
so you cannot see me anymore so i can go places and be lost forever
because i am not this body,
and i do not want to be caught in here
a little longer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To The Other World
try standing naked by this mirror
see yourself to every detail
look closer to your eyes
count the waves of your eyelashes
open your mouth and see how many teeth you have
all white, pure white lining up on your pink gums
feel your lips with your fingertips
feel the pulp the flesh of the lower lip
to the upper lip
touch your hair
do not imagine them all black
closely they are not at all
move a little bit closer and see your body
this beautiful human body
flesh, contours, curves, some muscles
the whole of your skin wrapping
everything in your body holding them all
nothing falls, on this erect body, this
god before you, standing steel-like with dignity
in front of the mirror
do not claim you have seen your soul with your eyes
do not lie
be honest to yourself now,
alone, you are alone, do not imagine
any god, any soul, any spirit,
just be honest,
touch your body with your hands
feel the joy of having this body
your body, pinch a part of it to feel
not pain, but just to feel that you are alive,
do you ever ask what made these parts stay as one?
look again at the mirror of this stature
your body, it is you, touching your body
take a hammer, and destroy the mirror
shatter everything to pieces
this is the world without a mirror
there is nothing to reflect you now
nothing to imagine, it is you, the real you
do you ever ask now, where is that other world?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beautiful Passion
i watch beauty take a walk one morning
by the sea as she undresses herself and begins
to carry her body to the calm waters
where she plunges herself
and in a moment she rises combing
her wet hair with her soft fingers
as she closes her eyes and
raises her head to the glorious light of the sun
she gets out of the water her breasts
in slow motion protruding to the direction
of her firm nipples as drops of water drip
down her tall and white body of
this woman who says she loves me too.
i am awed and speechless and i thank God
for this beautiful passion
his greatest creation that now i can touch and feel
and live with for all the days of my life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For Tony
you're home tony,
you're just right there
in the home of your heart
cool, be cool, tony boy
you're just right there
in your own home
feel the love
and kiss the person
next to you
close your eyes
and imagine a very
peaceful and
harmonious universe
stars with hands
holding each other
and dancing in
limitless space
of eternity
the moon and sun
on a perfect agreement
to make nights and
days of equal lengths
the rivers that flow
ending right there
in the deep blue sea
it is all perfect tony,
everything is just as perfect
as we wish and see
them all today
this moment of joy
and bliss this moment
of perfection
this moment when
our hearts fly like
birds towards
the island abundant
of our respective
& reserved
destinies
close your eyes tony
and imagine what perfection is
it is the shaking of the hands
of the mundane and the divine
the meeting of the minds
of God and Man
listen well tony to the sound
of peace and harmony
take note of every feeling
of stability
and then write
the next poem that comes
cascading like a waterfall
inside your mind
and then from where i am seated
i will read
the poem of your life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poet, O Poet
Let not the dog out
The poet cried.
Poet, poet, O poet
Imagine, imagine and imagine
Your imagination is our wealth
Your imagination is our health
Imagine, imagine and imagine
Create things on your own
In your own world my dear poet
That is not known and that is owned.
Let not the dog out
The poet cried.
Poet, poet, O poet
We have no control over anything
We have no control over the land
That is dreamy.
It is only you O poet
Who can control us from that land
Where nothing to be shame
Where no body is there to blame
Where there is only fame and fame.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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On Dating A Woman Not Your Wife
oh i know how it feels
i wear black
a coat to blend to the night
when i date
a woman not my wife
i imagine a room
a bottle of champagne
a glass
i imagine i undress myself
have my shower
with her
together
we clean ourselves with soap
and water
at the hotel
and then we wipe ourselves
with a clean white
towel
and we spray perfume
to our warm bodies
we imagine
we sleep tonight
and do
the things we have long imagined
we imagine
we wake up the following morning
some light
filtering in
the venetian blinds
some lights
stab our eyes
and we feel the hurt after
the pleasures
that even outside the room
of the hotel that night
we still imagine
sometimes we imagine we have no guilt at all
but it is always there
we still imagine
and we imagine we can sleep soundly
on eyes closed
we travel somewhere else thinking about the first paradise
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Acting
we may pretend
sometimes that i am this handsome guy
and you are this beautiful woman
we go to the beach
i am wearing my white speedo
and you are in your red bikini
a two-piece suit
we imagine we stroll the beach one fine day
holding hands
and then we sit on the white sand
your head in the embrace of my strong arms
i encircle your body and i look to the blue horizon
and dissolve my thoughts
you smile
& you close your eyes and feel the joy of loving
we imagine
there is only the two of us in this island of desire
we kiss and we hold each other tight
we feel so close
and we make love under the moon
i feel your heart beating inside my heart
and i say i love you and you say you love me too
we imagine a lot and
try this fantasy for once
sometimes i ask: why don't we make it true?
these feelings inside us may burst
soon i tell you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Did I ever think of sex when I write about the rain?
Wading through the rain, naked, and letting the rain fall
On my mouth as I look up to the cloudy skies where the sun
And the moon are missing, drinking the raindrops and letting
My hair go wet and flowing all over my body, walking through
The middle of the road where the waters are deep and cold
On the other side, you wait for me, your arms extending
You look into my glistening eyes, you hold my hand and
You embrace my shivering body, you take me inside your room
You wipe me with your dry towel and serve me tea and give me
The needed company, this misery, this rain crying on the roof
You wrap my body with your arms, you dress me up with your
Oversized shirt and let me wear your worn out blue jeans
We talk a while, you explain something, in truth, we simply
Talk and talk, and when the rain stops, you ask me to leave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Body To Body
Body, body, bo-bo-bo-body, body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
I love the way you make me feel
When you do what youre doing to me, oh
Touching me the way you do, you know, know youve got to feel it too
When you bodys next to mine, youve got me hypnotized
Body to body
Body to body
You know I like the way you do what you do when you do it to me, oh
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
Flowing through this magic night
I love to feel you hold me tight
You are the one thats right for me
You got me feeling tingaly
Share the night with stars above
I think Ive found this thing called love
Fever running through your eyes
You are my heavenly device
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
You opened up the world to me
You changed my life so tenderly
I know you are the only one
Youre brighter than the burning sun
Dont know where youre going to
I dont care as long as Im with you
That certain sparkle in your eyes
Has got me feeling oh so high
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
I like what you do when you do all those things to me
Body to body....
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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It Is A Day Too Beautiful Not To Write A Poem About
IT IS A DAY TOO BEAUTIFUL NOT TO WRITE A POEM ABOUT
It is a day too beautiful not to write a poem about
Spring
Fresh air
Sun
Brightness everywhere
The happiness of simply being alive-
How I wish everyone I know and love could share it
A beautiful day
And because of its beauty
At least for this moment now
A happy one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Beautiful Night
Beautiful night, how the stars, they so clearly shine
And the joyful moon how it mirrors back my smile
Oh, beautiful night, you're good to a heart like mine
Oh, beautiful night, you've made this long road worthwhile
Beautiful night, glow of the city behind me
Smile, I, with my heart at peace and my mind at ease
Oh, beautiful night, tranquility sets me free
Oh, beautiful night, I dream of moments like these
Beautiful night and all seems so right with the world
Questions come later; decisions, future doth hold
Oh, beautiful night, for now I watch the sky twirl
Oh, beautiful night, I wait for light to behold
Yet, in the stillness of evening I dream these dreams
That the beauty of this night is all that it seems
poem by Danny Speicher
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