A Note For Siblings...
a rotten boat
a neglected machine
bathed in rust
docked
at the other side of
the river
perhaps, shall now tell
you
that even brothers or
sisters for that matter
live in separate rooms
and there perhaps
hatch some explanations
for the
betrayal
which of course
you cannot accept or
at least on the
level of
belief
somehow you have to
learn
living too inside
your room
make a map
of your life
discover the treasure
and keep it
all for yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whys It So Hard
Whys it so hard to love one another
Whys it so hard to love
(repeat)
What do I have to do to be accepted
What do I have to say
What do I have to do to be respected
How do I have to play
What do I have to look like to feel Im equal
Where do I have to go
What club do I have to join to prove Im worthy
Who do I have to know
Chorus:
Im telling you brothers, sisters
Why cant we learn to challenge the system
Without living in pain
Brothers, sisters
Why cant we learn to accept that were different
Before its too late (first time only)
Whys it so damn hard (all other times)
What do I have to learn to know whats right for me
What do I have to know
What am I going to do when I feel righteous
Where do I have to go
Who should get to say what I believe in
Who should have the right
What am I going to do with all this anger
Why do I have to fight
(chorus)
Bring your love, sing your love
Wear your love, share your love
(repeat twice)
Bring your love, sing your love
Wear your love, show your sister how
Brothers, sisters, what do I have to say
Brothers, sisters, how do I have to play
Brothers, sisters, who should have the right
Brothers, sisters, why do I have to fight
Whys it so hard to love one another
Love your sister, love your brother
(repeat)
Whys it so hard to love one another
Whys it so hard to love
(chorus)
Sing your love
Share your love
(repeat 3 times)
Love your brother now
Show your sister how
Love your brother now
Show your sister
(repeat)
song performed by by Madonna
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Nancy Knapp
Well, don't you see this was the way of it:
We bought the farm with what he inherited,
And his brothers and sisters accused him of poisoning
His fathers mind against the rest of them.
And we never had any peace with our treasure.
The murrain took the cattle, and the crops failed.
And lightning struck the granary.
So we mortgaged the farm to keep going.
And he grew silent and was worried all the time.
Then some of the neighbors refused to speak to us,
And took sides with his brothers and sisters.
And I had no place to turn, as one may say to himself,
At an earlier time in life; "No matter,
So and so is my friend, or I can shake this off
With a little trip to Decatur."
Then the dreadfulest smells infested the rooms.
So I set fire to the beds and the old witch-house
Went up in a roar of flame,
As I danced in the yard with waving arms,
While he wept like a freezing steer.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Adept!
In the school of life there are many rooms,
As Jesus talked about his father, who have a big volumes
On this earth you can find the many level of civilizations,
From primitives, next & next up to the smart scientist interventions.
We all have our fate to fulfill,
Learn what we have to in this life & go up our hill.
Each person's life is like a software in God's computer,
We born, live, go through temptations & we became a performer.
The Law is built into each person
Given a choice between Life or malediction
Some follows the wrong way, some tries hard to be good,
If he/she finds true peace, self confidence, health & happiness,
That means the lesson was understood.
Rich, poor, sad, sick or happy are all just a dream,
Everything is passing fast like a sunbeam,
We have the choice which side we accept,
If we are smart, no matter what comes, we can adept.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Freed...
freed from having to eat only
twice a day,
from having to walk for a day
just to learn to read in school
from fetching water five mountains away
from washing my body
in that river where stones are slimy
where accidents are not seldom
from ignorance
and hunger and thirst and
indifference
from a room with triple deck beds
from a rotten dormitory
from teachers with narrow minds
from religious intolerance
from a belief that only we can be saved when this world ends
freed from a belief
that there is an ending to life
that there is only death that makes this life a meaningful stay
freed from the tradition of strong family ties that minds every detail of
how life must be lived
how funerals are conducted
what colors of candles what light is necessary
freed from Spanish rule from English domination
from from brothers of superior minds who think that only they know
where we must go
and stay
freed at last from myself who thinks that there is no more possibility
for growth
freed from an insecure living
freed from all those prisons that still lurk inside my mind
freed at last
from freedom itself
freed from fire and cold
from paradoxes and ironies
freed at last from cliches and constantly invoked metaphors
freed at last from the clutches of words
into the limitless thoughts
into sunless seas
into moonless nights
into inconceivable eternities
freed at last from the nucleus of my atom
into the mysteries of more explosions
mushrooming into space
beyond the bars of my
imagination
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Life May Not Be Considered Terrific
No matter what one sees,
To compare with belief...
You alone can conceive with a receiving,
What it is in your life...
Made with those decisons,
For you is right and is liked.
Your life may not be considered terrific,
By those critics with their 'standards' picking it apart.
But it is 'your' life to live.
With a living of it in the way you like.
And if it isn't...
You will be the one to decide,
What for you is significantly sufficient.
With a living of it honestly.
And truth in your heart.
No matter what one sees,
To compare with belief...
Your life is yours!
Not anyone else's to oversee.
Or convince with their perceptions,
How one should live.
And in which way lived one's life should be.
Oh...
How I wish to hear you say to them,
Where and what on you they can kiss!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Told You So
I told you so!
For the Chines Sailors were able to fend off the Somalian Pirates;
And, there are more actions to come soon on this issue.
Yes, you will pay for yourr sins oh Mogadishu;
Why not live and let us live?
For the wages of sin is death!
Come and listen to the secrets and the truth of life,
Come and learn to be brothers and sisters to all;
For fools will not go to heaven but the wise.
We are all part of the missing records but we need love,
We are all part of this world and we need to care about all,
And it is part of you and i to make it work;
So live and let us live too on this side of the globe.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Tell It All Brother
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
How much you're holding back on me
When you say you're giving all?
And in the dungeons of your mind
Who you got chained to the wall?
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
Did you plant your feet on higher ground
To avoid life's mud and stone?
Did you ever kick a good man
When he was down, just to make yourself feel strong?
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
Tomorrow just might be too late
Now is the time
To get your jumbled mind straight
And seek a new design.
Did you ever walk for a crippled man
Pretending you were lame?
And what made you think one feeble hand to God
Was gonna make him call your name?
Tell it all brother and sisters
Tell, Tell it all
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters, tell
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Villanelle: Blest Art the Poor
God keeps me better than many others!
And yet, I seem very dissatisfied;
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Despite their troubles, nothing them bothers;
They seem to wear a smile on sad a face;
God keeps me better than many others!
Neither the sun or moon or rain or cold matters;
They laugh away their problems most, always.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Some shelterless do wear clothes in tatters;
Their children play amusing all in ways.
God keeps me better than many others!
They bathe happily in river-waters;
They play in mud and run in sand a race.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
The forests give them wood, berries, feathers;
No grief or strife can halt their living pace.
God keeps me better than many others!
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2005
(my first villanelle)
poem by John Celes
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River’s Utterance
River’s utterance
Known to both the banks;
Inform you river
Tell him that I am
Sitting on side of bank-
When boat anchor
Swimming is unknown
I am totally helpless;
How to cross river
All time day-night
High or low tide boat flows-
Crosses the river
O! Why the boat
You took him dropping me;
No life except her.
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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OUR Duty...
It is my duty to stand up for my country and belief
It is my duty to end my brothers’ and sisters’ grief
It is my duty to fight for my country and to spread goodness and trust
It is my duty to proclaim peace and harmony as a must
If everyone could just shake hands
Where difference no longer stands
If everyone could just walk together
Then the peace and harmony that I’m calling for shall last forever
If we could just unite and abolish all the wars
Then we shall unlock all of the friendship doors
If we could put an end to all the pain from people no matter what color or faith they are
Then the road to heaven and eternal happiness shall not be far
It is OUR duty to stand up for OUR country and belief
It is OUR duty to end OUR brothers’ and sisters’ grief
poem by Marria Attar
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EQ (emotional qoutient)
at first
it was so horrible
i locked myself inside the room
as father hides the knife
then i had the second failure
i kept it to myself
and despite the red spot in my eyes
i said
it was nothing
and then there was this third
and fourth and fifth
and so on and so forth
somehow i said yes and yes
to all these
for how can one refuse disappointments
and failure
oh! they come so naturally
and then the feeling of pain is gone
i rise above frustrations
the pain is too normal
the body gets adjusted
the brain is numb
when they come again in my life
all these have become my brothers and sisters
and mothers and fathers
they bring no pain anymore,
except the hard lessons
and all these
for us to live
we must
by heart learn.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Separate Lives
You called me from the room in your hotel
All full of romance for someone that you met
And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon
And that you miss me sometimes when youre alone in your room
Do I feel lonely too?
You have no right to ask me how I feel
You have no right to speak to me so kind
We cant go on just holding on to time
Now that were living separate lives
Well I held on to let you go
And if you lost your love for me, well you never let it show
There was no way to compromise
So now were living (living)
Separate lives
Ooh, its so typical, love leads to isolation
So you build that wall (build that wall)
Yes, you build that wall (build that wall)
And you make it stronger
Well you have no right to ask me how I feel
You have no right to speak to me so kind
Some day I might (I might) find myself looking in your eyes
But for now, well go on living separate lives
Yes for now, well go on living separate lives
Separate lives
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Seperate Lives
You called me from the room in your hotel
All full of romance for someone that you met
And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon
And that you miss me sometimes when youre alone in your room
Do I feel lonely too?
You have no right to ask me how I feel
You have no right to speak to me so kind
We cant go on just holding on to time
Now that were living separate lives
Well I held on to let you go
And if you lost your love for me, well you never let it show
There was no way to compromise
So now were living (living)
Separate lives
Ooh, its so typical, love leads to isolation
So you build that wall (build that wall)
Yes, you build that wall (build that wall)
And you make it stronger
Well you have no right to ask me how I feel
You have no right to speak to me so kind
Some day I might (I might) find myself looking in your eyes
But for now, well go on living separate lives
Yes for now, well go on living separate lives
Separate lives
song performed by by Phil Collins (1985)
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What Does It Matter
Baby, why do they say the things they say
Would it be easier to live the way they say we should
Maybe, cannot but wonder back this way
Yours are the only arms that make me feel like something can be good
I believe its just a fact of life
Unless they wear our shoes to them its black and white
Ooohhhh
Just what does it matter anyway
What side of the road were standing on
And just what does it matter anyway
If in the long run nothing changes after we are gone
If nothing changes after we are gone
Baby, dont let them rob you of your pride
Theres not a thing I wouldnt do to make this easier for you
Maybe, every now and then I laugh and cry
Its getting harder now for me to separate the two
Where does innocence turn in to make believe
Cause make believe theres no one here but me and you
Ohhh
Just what does it matter anyway
What side of the road were standing on
And just what does it matter anyway
If you throw my love away because the world dont think its right
And they may never understand
And you cant change the minds of those who are blind
Unless you give them sight
And the world lies in your hand
Tell me, and just what does it matter anyway
If in the long run nothing changes after we are gone
If nothing changes after we are gone
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Despair, i know you do not like the word
I know you do not like the word
Its color its scent, how we relate it to something black
And smoky and ghastly and ghostly
Some say, red is the color of despair
Others say it is like black coffee because
It does not make you sleep
And make you curl the whole day in
Your dark room without wanting
To talk to somebody and just be there
Alone by yourself, pondering, almost crazy
Not yet anyway, so you go on a compromise
Grey is the color of despair
Dusk, or dawn, or something dawning yet
Like an idea of a suicide unhatched
Delayed like an egg still undecided whether
To hatch or not to hatch and face the world
Of chickens
Despair, what is so big about despair
No big deal, it comes to you whether
You like it or not
As a matter of necessity, face it and state
Its name and stare and say, I muster this
Despair, I am its master and not its slave
And then, when you know all its particulars
You know what to do
Kill it and if it is not killed yet
Well
Well, well, just learn to live with it
Sleep and with, make love with it
And well,
Have kids with despair and call them
Their names: the usual, the normal and
The everyday. And just be prolific.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let Your Spirit Fly
(9/3/12)
Let us take our spirits that we have inside
And join with others so that they may fly
Let us become united as one and accept
Our GODS son.
You do not have to be Christian to accept
What I say.
But looking to GOD is what I pray.
We all know GOD in our hearts
For he is life, so let's not tear ourselves apart.
We have all seen or felt that spirit rise
It is something we can't deny.
He is with us where ever we go
And this much we all know.
He is the giver of life
The redeemer of death as we lie
In our bed.
Everything that we have
Everything that we've become
If not controlled by another one
Was given to us from the LORD
Above, because of his everlasting love.
Let your spirit fly high above yourself
And look to see what he has given,
Isn't this life really worth living?
The sun, the moon, the stars above
All part of his love.
The trees, the breeze, the gentleness of the grass
These are things that will last
The oceans, the rivers, the brooks and streams
And the mountains that stand in between.
All the creatures that walk and crawl
And swim this earth
From GOD they was given birth.
The birds that fly in the air
And the beauties that they share
The butterflies and the bees
All live in harmony.
As your spirit is seeing all this
And all of his creations
Why would you doubt that he
Is our salvation.
Let your spirit fly and join all the others
For we was created as sisters and brothers.
LET YOUR SPIRIT FLY
© L.RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Who Hurts Whom?
Hurt, is that lesson of life,
Perfect pool of Imperfects,
A kid may get hurt
Or may hurt its parents too
its parents may hurt
Or may hurt their kid too,
A brother may get hurt,
or he may hurt brothers and sisters too,
Sister gets hurt
Or she may hurt her brothers and sisters too,
Mother gets hurt or she my may hurt father too.
Father may get hurt Or may hurt mother too,
A friend gets hurt
Or may hurt his friend too!
A lover get hurts, or may hurt one's lover too,
Teacher may gets hurt
Or may hurt student too
Student gets hurt Or he may hurt his teacher too,
Life is a pool of Imperfects
And only Imperfects can perfect life,
And life is that greatest class room,
Where the greatest and perfect teacher teaches perfect lessons,
But life when teaches, we just close the chapter,
'saying it is our fate! '
Is it true that one has to hurt others to make his living?
Living a life, and make a Living aren't the differ?
People are determined to build life than live a life,
Where one may hurt others,
This the story of Buddha asking kisa Gouthami ' I will save your child, but bring handful of mustard from a home where death not entered! '
This is the story,
'I will heal your hurts, if you can bring some dust of a man's feet, whoever neither got hurt nor hurt others! '
Life a that teaches and hurt is that lesson,
Which shows the one who hurts is Imperfect than who gets hurt,
Both are still imperfect,
The one got hurt is more imperfect,
And he is the one who hurts himself,
by his desires and expectations,
He is the one who gives chance to others to hurt,
With his misunderstandings!
Hurt is the result of our own imperfection say those have seen and understood life in perfect!
God is that only perfect and he is out of life cycle,
And He can only be healer of all hurts!
Perfection can make us hurt free, but imperfection is the life,
Those who ant life let them adjust themself with imperfection of own first and with that of others,
What you say, is it perfect or imperfect? You please, decide and tell me!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Sisters, O Sisters
-male chauvinist pig engineer, ha! ha!
-right on, sister!
We lost our green land, we lost our clean air,
We lost our true wisdom and we live in despair.
O sisters, o sisters, lets stand up right now,
Its never too late to start from the start.
O wisdom, o wisdom, thats what we ask for,
And, yes, my dear sisters, we must learn to ask.
Wisdom, o wisdom, thats what we ask for,
Thats what we live for no-oo-ow.
Wisdom, o wisdom, thats what we ask for,
Thats what we live for no-oo-ow.
O sisters, o sisters, lets wake up right now,
Its never too late to shout from our hearts.
O freedom, o freedom, thats what we fight for,
And, yes, my dear sisters, we must learn to fight.
Freedom, o freedom, thats what we ask for,
Thats what we live for no-oo-ow.
O freedom, o freedom, thats what we ask for,
Thats what we live for no-oo-ow.
O sisters, o sisters, lets give up no more,
Its never too late to build a new world.
O new world, o new world, thats what we live for,
And, yes, my dear sisters, we must learn to live.
New world, o new world, thats what we live for,
Thats what we must now learn to build.
O new world, o new world, thats what we live for,
Thats what we must now learn to build.
New world, o new world, thats what we live for,
Thats what we must now learn to build.
O new world, o new world, thats what we live for,
Thats what we must now learn to build.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Come Down to the River
I’m standing at the river now
About to walk across
Watching my Lord from the other side
With his body covered in snowy gloss
He sets down his little lamb
And sets his eyes on me
I step into the river
That empties into the Dead Sea
Oh, Christ is so lovely
So noble, so mild
And so much gratefulness
Inside of me runs wild
Here at Jordan, I am baptized
And join in God’s greatest stock
All while my worthy Sheppard
Sits and watches his flock
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers
Come down to the river today!
Christ is raising his wooden staff
Come down to the river to pray!
poem by Whitney Albright
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For A Younger Brother....
we are spaced in a span of
ten long years
we have no bridges
and i am one broker boat without oars
brother
you must understand about the fact of our
misunderstanding
though we showed we tried to make links
upon one post to another
there are no morning glories
i have seen no gates or exits or entrances
there is nothing enticing at all in all these
bickering
brother
we must learn to accept
the wisdom of distance
the comfort of space
we have only thoughts
so far away from each other
and then we live
separate ways again
in a land that welcome us
in a place without a scent of any regret
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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