A Note By The Door
he leaves today for
bacolod go straight by fast craft
to ilo-ilo
another boat shall take him to the island of
Guimaras
where he shall be with the Trappist
monks
on a three-day retreat
he badly needs it
to repair what is broken.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Body
a boat lays adrift
finally on the shore
of the far away
island
the sail is broken
the rudder is damaged
the side of the boat leaks
its head appears like
the head of a very weary man
staring at the trees fronting it
while undergoing repair
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alone iam alone in alone island
Alone iam alone in alone island
Alone mew on alone palm tree in alone island
Alone shark surrounding alone island
Alone boat far away from alone island
Alone iam dying alone in alone island
Alone iam alone in alone island
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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That Morning I Remember Rightly
what was visible then
was only the outlines
of the leaves of the coconut tree
hanging like a pair of pants
on the clothesline
and this tiny boat sailing
away towards an island
that looked like
nothing but
just this shadow
of a horizontal line
reminding me
of my father's
death...when his heart
failed,
the line was straight, horizontal on the screen
it was flat
like the shadow of the island fronting
from where i stand
it was flat, i always remember that. and then after the beeping sound
silence came.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In the island of my senses
In the island of my senses
You have come as a lover.
Last night you touch
With your fingers my
Softness and I wriggled
In such sweetness.
I touch you too with the
Sands of my shores
You do not really know
That I am here
In my flowers and
Shells. I whistle and
Sigh in my winds of
My islands. You do
Not know that I am
Here. In the island
Of my senses I lay
With desire concealed.
As I kiss you in your
Sleep, I am not even
A part of your dream.
In the island of my
Senses, you are
The boat that leaves
Me tomorrow. I am
Staying in pain.
My clouds bleed
In scarlet sunset.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fly Me High
(Justin Hayward)
I'm up to the eyes and I love ev'ryone
Today I could cry I could reach for the sun
I'm walking on air 'n' I'm here 'n' I'm there
I travel the sky but for what I don't care
Fly me straight and fly me high
Fly me straight and fly me high
I'm up 'n' I'm down 'n' I'm gone, I'm around
I'm driving along with no wheels on the ground
Hang on to me tight 'cause it doesn't last long
A few hours more and it'll be gone
Fly me straight and fly me high
Fly me straight and fly me high
I leave you behind on the streets in the gloom
I'm up here alone and there's plenty of room
You won't see me, I'll see you, I'm too fast
Whoops! Here I come, Now I'm gone. Now I'm past
Fly me straight and fly me high
Fly me straight and fly me high
I'm up to the eyes and I love ev'ryone
Today I could cry I could reach for the sun
I'm walking on air 'n' I'm here 'n' I'm there
I travel the sky but for what I don't care
Fly me straight and fly me high
Fly me straight and fly me high
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Why Should I Cry?
How could it come so soon?
How could you hurt me so badly?
And of the lonely evenings to stay without you,
For you are now hidden like a lizard.
I cannot share crocodile tears on this love,
Because i spoke the words of wisdom to you;
But like the Trans African Slave Trade,
The news came to me like the sacred python.
Cream of chicken soup,
How long will you be very thick and tasty? !
And why should i cry on this love?
Because she was welcomed to my abode and now She's gone,
But the seat of my love will live forever!
So, why should i cry?
Potential love and sensational acts,
And of a place to visit when love calls;
But to be with the pineapple juice is like the wind of change.
I'm very pleased and very proud of her,
So do extend my greetings to her family members as well;
For she is the one who had hurt me so badly.
Today's fast-paced world,
And today's way of life called love by many;
But, why should i cry?
I thought it was like a lifetime contract but,
Now it is like broken wings of love;
And i still understand why she left me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Broken Girl
broken girl
come to me
i will guide you
to this austrian mirror
see yourself
your heart bleeding
your flesh rotting
your bones rattling
our nose twitching
your eyes crying
badly you are hurt
you are but pieces
scattering without
direction
broken girl
come to me
embrace me
i have this love
to make the repairs
broken girl
come to me
i have this trust
to give you
broken girl
come to me
let us to go the fields
and feel the air of freedom
let us play in the shores
of life where the sea is gentle
and kind
where the sands are soft
where our eyes can sleep
where tomorrow is a promise
where today is just today
nothing big and illusory
now, you smile to me
broken girl take this love
and be whole again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the dolphins of the seas of Apo Island
they are our friends
these dolphins of the seas
shiny and fast and sliding tossing the foams of the seas
of Apo Island
we are on this boat
and they are on our sides
we are travelling to another island
of desire where we too can be home
the dolphins
always following our destinations
they are our friends
do you hear them laugh as they play at sea?
look at their fins, look at their teeth
do you see them smiling at you?
they are not asking anything
from us
they are our friends and they have given us
their sea and foams and splashes?
do we torture them then?
do we eat our friends?
do we kill them and make soup of their fins?
do we deprive them of their oils
into our heartlessness?
think my friend, do you kill the creatures who love you?
these dolphins, these friends
let us learn to love and swim with them
today
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mother And Child, The Strongest Bond
So broken, broken spirit, broken heart, shattered heart, broken trust, must be strong, for herself, and the life of her child, to protect herself and her child, to survive, nowhere to go, no home, nowhere to hide, so exposed, how? You ask? How does she keep on going? In hope for someone to love her without breaking her down so badly, and for her child's sake, how? She asks, how can i trust someone, when so many people burned me? And put me down so many times? Nothing's there anymore, no feeling, just hope, but hope's fading fast, she can only dream, but the dreams are fading fast too, teaching her child to trust no one, but she doesn't know how long she'll last, the only reason why she's hung on so tightly is for her child, her child, the strongest bond is the love between a mother and child........
poem by Shannon Lasater
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Wake Up
All the days are not equal but,
I will always have my love for you;
Lovely and romantic,
Sticky and sweet;
My love is like Kwa-Zulu Natal Province.
I am the Island of hope,
I am the Island of love,
I am the Island of peace,
I am the Island of romance,
I am the Island of passion,
And i don't want to look back.
I am the boat of love which,
Sails through the cave of darkness;
So gt the European touch and come to me,
Like a visit to Buckingham palace.
I have the touch of the Kung Fu Panda to teach you,
So get the Asian touch and come to me;
Why have you stop dreaming, when there is tomorrow?
Get the African touch and come to me;
Why have you lost hope, when tomorrow is another day?
Get the Australian touch and come to me;
You may fall today but,
Try to wake up again! !
For, the furure is unknown.
As far as the human eyes could see,
Your body needs rest;
My Mystic Lover,
My Mystic River,
Do we consider our ways and the results that it brings?
Then, let us be very honest to each other;
'Mamma Mia! ' True love is all that i share with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Burning Down
]from the back of my neck, oh oh oh
Wired a glass jaw, oh oh
Plantation burning your boat is coming in
Strum your jews-harp, youre reeking gin
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but theyve got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound
Johnny mike is reading in the yard
His storys timely, oh oh oh
What river is it anyway, radio
Not in a boat, in your ear
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but theyve got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound
You pick your island in the sun
Take your island off hes got a gun
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound
Hes cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck
Feeling mighty mighty, oh oh oh
You can pick your island in the sun
Take your island off hes got a gun
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but theyve got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound
song performed by by REM
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The Heart Longs To Love
My poor heart longs to love
But it's still shattered from a brutal wound
My heart is yearning to love
Yet it can't find someone to love
My heart keeps beating, but it's not living
My heart wants to love & to be loved
Why can't my heart repair itself and love again?
My heart is useless
It's still ill, still broken, still weak
I want to love but my heart can't go on
Why can't my heart repair itself and love again?
My poor heart longs to love
It seeks for the warmth of loves' high, the fast beating of a new day
It can't go on looking for a non existing dream
It can't bring itself to repair and love again.
My poor heart longs to love.
poem by Starrbox Munoz
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Slowly, but with no doubt or hesitation whatever, and in something of a solemn expectancy, the two animals passed through the broken tumultuous water and moored their boat at the flowery margin of the island.
quote by Kenneth Grahame
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Change.....
before i became you
i always see to it that any broken thing
is repaired
nothing is spared
i thought
that every part and nook
of this house
must be perfect
time is not only the healer
of wounds
it is the giver of
our destination
it changes us
into chameleons
now i will have no more time
to repair broken
things
when i see a broken leg
of the table
i have learned to ignore
it
shrug my shoulder and
say
oh the days shall repair
that leg
oh i have other better things
to do
oh i only pass this place
once
i am not destined for
something permanent
for something steady
and unchangeable
i can resist
and has given up that
instinct to
recreate
and reconstitute
i only have my mind left
and i can manage
even without it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Damage You've Done
Well i wish i had a dollar
For every piece of my broken heart
I wish i had a nickel
For every shred of my shattered life
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
Baby, i wish i had a penny
For every cent i've spent on you
You'd call that breakin' even, wouldn't you baby?
I do whatever i had to do
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
Honey there's no reason for me to hold a grudge
Money isn't everything, but it's a lot to me
And i know sure as there's feathers on a chicken
One day i'll get back every dollar you stole
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
song performed by by Tom Petty
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To A Nephew
it is upon my calling that you are here today.
i am very happy.
i am seeing a very tall man now
towering like a tree.
look at this place this island
the flowers no longer bloom
and the trees are shedding off their leaves
the corn seeds that i have sown a month ago
have not grown
and the river on the other side has dried up
the sun scorches this place
and the moon does not like to rest on the hills
let me take you to the window of this house
for you to see the rainbow connecting this island
to another island
this is the bridge between us
and i am giving you the power to cross the sea
of this rift
tonight in this harrowing darkness
we shall cross to the other side and leave this island for good
you shall own the island and sow the corn seeds again
the trees shall bow before you and the flowers shall bloom again
the rivers shall have their water and the hills are ready for the moon
and then i will be gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Stormy Sea
that boat was too small
for this trip to the other island
the ladies sat next to me
and they were all silent
to the sounds of the waves
just beside us and i knew
that with just one mistake,
one mistake from the boatman
that boat would have sunk
but lo, how the boatman took
the boat was kind of a very
skilled skipper of the waves
of the stormy sea like he was one
surfer in California taking sides
with each wave with so much
art and beauty carefully scaling
where safety lied and where
danger waited for an ambush
i was looking at each side
of the huge waves until
we reached Crocodile Island
of course the ladies knew that
it was no longer a joke but
a matter of a skilled boatman
making a choice between
life and death.
we chose life and the ladies and
the boatmen very well knew it.
the waves were too big for the
small boat but our silence was
even bigger. we survived.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paper boat
Hunger has risen up to the sky.
Is your boat seaworthy?
I am scared my son will it be capsized on the way?
Your loving father's boat is a massive one.
I cannot listen to these scaremongers gossiping.
They are very superstitious of your father
And state that he lives in a remote island with a family.
Is it possible my son to bring your nuisance father back safely in your paper boat?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Angeline
Angeline
had arrived in
Nova Scotia
Today
By boat
And the boat that
She traveled in from
Toronto
Was a fishing boat
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Boat and The Sea
I will tell you, my Dear
Story of the Boat and the Sea
'Since the unknown time
The Boat heard the call from the Sea
Wings of Gull, blue waves
Took Boat traveled everywhere, all ways
The Boat's soul's filled with hopes
And the Sea's boundless love
Boat went far, further no tiresome
The Sea was still far...so far
Those nights the moon was gentle
The sea was like a girl, who's little
She whispered, she sent her thoughts
Round the boatside, waves elapsed
Sometimes, causeless
The Sea, its waves, pourred impetuously in the Boat
(Because of Love, for all times, ever was just imovable?)
Only the Boat understood
How boundless the Sea was
Only the Boat knew
Where the Boat went to, back to
The days without meeting
The sea was with white head, with missing
The days without gathering
The Boat was broken - crack
If already seperated from the Boat
The Sea only remained the wind and waves
...up and down, a craze'
If having to be separated from you
I just only remain storms
(composer: Xuân Quỳ nh, traslator: Hanh My Nguyen)
poem by Hanh My Nguyen
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