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A Red Motorcycle With Least Meaning

it is raining.

this is the first rain for the month of June
in Katipunan

i sit facing a screen
i press words

i look through a glass window
much older than my being here,

out there
the mango tree is heavy with its fruits

under its shade is
a red motorcycle beside a hollow block fence
which separates a dilapidated house
from the public market

a woman holds a blue umbrella
walks slowly along the pavement

it is still raining

cats and dogs, and the red motorcycle is wet all over.

it is inanimate and everyone
takes it for granted.

among those that i have enumerated
perhaps it must be the one with the least meaning.

the day is crying
and the woman with the blue umbrella is unaffected.

inside this room
with a glass window as protection
i am sifting
what meaning is there

for this rainy day.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Umbrella Man

When the sun just refuses to shine on through
And its cats and doggies all over you
You need some protection so what do you do
See the umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man, umbrella man
You can see him when its sunny, when the rain comes down
You ought to find a corner where hes always found
A reflection in a puddle, just turn around
To see the umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man, umbrella man
There are some things in life on which you can depend
Dont try to guess when itll rain again
You dont have to worry cause youve got a friend
Come see the umbrella man
I will be your umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
Dont forget the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man
I will be your umbrella man, umbrella man

song performed by by Utopia
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When the rain stopped

it was when the rain stopped
that you left me: i own the umbrella
that you do not need now. You return
it. It was when the rain stopped
that you forget my name. My name
is need. And what you need is love.
My name is necessity. But what
you need is the luxury of honesty.

it was when the rain stopped that
you were honest enough to say:
i do not need you. I do not love you.

and then it rains so hard again
and you come knocking on my
door. You are wet. You are cold.
You are shivering. You are
trembling.

I look at you inside my house
looking by the window. I hide
behind the blue curtain. And i
tell myself: I do not believe you
anymore. And i ask myself:

How can i believe you again?

And then the rain stops.
And then you are gone.

And then i open the window.
And then i see the white dove flying
and hovering near a tree beside my window.

And then i set my heart free.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shaking My Head...

on this month of
June
the mango tree fronting our office
is bearing so many
fruits

the children are happy
hitting it with
sticks and
some who have the money
use
the slingshots

i can imagine myself
being hit with
round stones

i shake my head
many time from
this glass window.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blue

yo listen up here's a story
about a little guy that lives in a blue world
and all day and all night and everything he sees
is just blue like him inside and outside
blue his house with a blue little window
and a blue corvette
and everything is blue for him and hisself
and everybody around
cos he ain't got nobody to listen to
i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...
i have a blue house with a blue window.
blue is the colour of all that i wear.
blue are the streets and all the trees are too.
i have a girlfriend and she is so blue.
blue are the people here that walk around,
blue like my corvette, it's standing outside.
blue are the words i say and what i think.
blue are the feelings that live inside me.
i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...

song performed by by Eiffel 65
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A View Of A Man Arriving

the wall in this room is made
of glass

overlooking the plaza
where the rains are busy
discarding themselves

like a burden.

soft rain. no noise.
a big, muscular man
arrives

mustached, and
strong arms holding on

to a electric blue
handle of a motorcycle

he holds the key
to a certain destination

he looks at me
and i told him even if he did not ask at all

i do not know. i do not really know.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I tell her these things when I come home

So much
Has been taken for the quest of something original

Time squeezes to something interesting
Something original

I am carried away

I look out this glass window
Seeing the sea

Farther blue nearer me is brownish
The river is flooded the rain poured wildly in the mountain

A blue green car passes by below
A woman with a basket of something
(I cannot see clearly)
Holds her boy like a twig of a tree

The wind must be blowing hard
There could be typhoon

I see these happening, I am from here. I live here.

I tell her these things when I come home

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blue[Da Ba Dee]

Yo listen up
Heres the story about a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue like him
Indside and outside
Blue his house with the blue little window and a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him and his-self
And everybody around cuz he aint got nobody to listen.
Im blue da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di da d ba dee da ba di da ba dee
Da ba di da ba dee da ba di da (repeat once)
I have a blue house with a blue window
Blue is the color I bought that I wear
Blue are the trees and now the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue
Blue are the people here that walk around
Blue like my corvette its standing outside
Blue are the words are say and what I think
Blue are the feelings that live inside me.
Im blue da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di da d ba dee da ba di da ba dee
Da ba di da ba dee da ba di da (repeat twice)
Indside and outside
Blue his house with the blue little window and a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him and his-self
And everybody around cuz he aint got nobody to listen.
Im blue da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da
Ba di da ba dee da ba di da (repeat til end)

song performed by by Eiffel 65
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It's Raining Red

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining red
I blasted a hole
Right through my head
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining red
I'm so relieved
I'm finally dead
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining red
I was killed by the lies
I was always fed
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining red
It's over I'm gone
So forget what I said

poem by Cassandra Hooper
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A Carefree Day For Each One Of Us

sunshine falls upon the leaves of
a mango tree

under it is a man wearing blue long sleeves
yellow shorts
twirling the key of his red motorcycle

he is talking to another man with short hair
denim pants, beside a wall with moss

it is a carefree day
it is life that is moving too slowly

to each and every living human being
in this sleepy community

a sparrow hovers and stops over my window
as i take my gaze, my long, long gaze to a faraway horizon.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blue (Da Ba De)

yo listen up here's a story
about a little guy that lives in a blue world
and all day and all night and everything he sees
is just blue like him inside and outside
blue his house with a blue little window
and a blue corvette
and everything is blue for him and hisself
and everybody around
cos he ain't got nobody to listen to

i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...

i have a blue house with a blue window.
blue is the colour of all that i wear.
blue are the streets and all the trees are too.
i have a girlfriend and she is so blue.
blue are the people here that walk around

song performed by by Eiffel 65 from Europop
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The Mango Tree And The Children

the mango tree
blooms on the month
of May

fruits are heavy
soon

on all its branches
is opulence

Comes June
the children come
with their sticks
and slings
and stones

the mango tree is
hit once again
and all the fruits
fall to the
ground

the children
have all the fun

saliva flows from
tongues
dipping in
salt

as early as that
they know what fun is

by hurting those
that fruit so well

by taking the fruits
beyond
what they actually
need

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Is The Picture Of Us On The Hill

this is the picture of us on the chocolate hills
that was the time when we passed by Carmen
you hugged me tight since it was raining
very hard
that month of June six years ago
on Fridays the
13th.

i got no raincoat
and you got no black umbrella.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rainy Day In June

I need some sunshine on my face
To help me dry my eyes
I need a blue sky over here
So I can clear my mind
Maybe your soft breath on my back
To make me feel at ease
Anything more than what I've got
On this rainy day in June
It's a rainy day in June
The sky is grey and I am blue
Tryin' to make it without you
On this rainy day in June
Yesterday morning I woke up
On the wrong side of the bed
And on the right side laid a note
I knew what it said
Then the rain came, hasn't stopped
I don't know if it will
But I'll keep waiting with the hopeful heart
On this rainy day in June
It's a rainy day in June
The sky is grey and I am blue
Tryin' to make it without you
On this rainy day in June
The thunder rolls, the lightning flashes
Every thought began with you
I see your face in every clouded paths
On this rainy day in June
It's a rainy day in June
The sky is grey and I am blue
Tryin' to make it without you
On this rainy day in June

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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The Love That You Can Offer To The Broken Woman

you see this broken woman
outside the house outside the fence finally
under the noonday sun
she walks without an umbrella
looking forward to another day
on weary feet
she takes the path that carries her
to her freedom

i wrote a poem last night
and i knew she was able to read it
i did not see whether her hands tremble
but she asked me
if i have this kind of love to offer
to make her live to make her dream

she is free now and in truth
i do not really know what i have
everything i have is in the house
and there is a woman there
who owns the letters of my name
who keeps the key
to the door that is locked
and she says
i am chained there and she brags that i am
the willing victim

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Simplest Joy...

one day
i gaze upon the window

it is raining
outside

and the Santol tree fronting our house
is laden with ripe fruits

like one
Christmas tree...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Afternoon

a woman with a long black hair
sweeps the road
using a coconut broom

three children pass by
and suddenly throws a stone
to the mango tree

a motorcycle speeds its way
from the market
a dog crosses the street
the little girl runs after

we hear a screeching sound of the
brakes
and that is how the case starts

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Its Raining Men

Its raining men
The humiditys rising
The barometers getting low
According to all sources
The streets the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half past ten
For the first time in history
Its gonna start raining men
Its raining men
Hallejulah
Its raining men
Hey hey hey
Its raining men
Hallejulah
Its raining men
Hey hey hey
The humiditys rising
The barometers getting low
According to all sources
The streets the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half past ten
For the first time in history
Its gonna start raining men
Its raining men
Hallejulah
Its raining men
Hey hey hey
Im gonna go out
Im gonna get myself (yeh)
Absolutely soaking wet
Its rainin men
Hallejulah
Its raining men
Every specimen
Tall, blonde, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean
God bless mother nature
Shes a single woman too
She took over heaven
And she did what she had to do
She taught every angel
To rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman
Could find the perfect guy
Its raining men
Dont get yourself wet girl
I know you want to
I feel stormy weather moving in
About to begin
Hear the thunder
Dont you lose your head
Rip off the roof and stay in bed
(rip off the roof and stay)
Its raining men
Hallejulah
Its raining men
Hey hey hey
Its raining men
Hallejulah
Its raining men
Hey hey hey
Its raining men
Hallejulah
Its raining men
Hey hey hey
Its raining men
Hallejulah
Its raining men
Hey hey hey
Its raining men
Its raining men
Its raining men
Its raining men

song performed by by Geri Halliwell
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Like Cats And Dogs

like cats and dogs shall we
be in the morning till nighttime
that is how they want to see us,
in a brawl, a fight, an argument
a wrestle, a push and pull,
but whew, time gets so tired
too, and well, we got to talk
and settle the inevitable,
tonight we shall give them
rain, and again, as they
expected, we shall be
like, sort of, raining
cats and dogs, but this
time, we shall be inside
a dark room, we shall
try how is it just to listen.

you know what i mean,
unrobe me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Radio With Guts

it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
still playing
and I'd tell my woman,
"Ah, what a marvelous radio!"
the next morning I'd take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would sit there on the roof
still playing-
a magic radio
a radio with guts,
and each morning I'd take the window
back to the glass man.
I don't remember how it ended exactly
though I do remember
we finally moved out.
there was a woman downstairs who worked in
the garden in her bathing suit,
she really dug with that trowel
and she put her behind up in the air
and I used to sit in the window
and watch the sun shine all over that thing
while the music played.

poem by Charles Bukowski
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Raining In My Heart

Writers: boudleaux bryant & felice bryant
The sun is up, the sky is blue
Thees not a cloud to spoil the view
But its raining
Raining in my heart
The weatherman says fine today
He doesnt know that youve gone away
And its raining
Raining, raining in my heart
Oh, oh mistery, misery
Whats gonna become of me
I tell myself, the blues wont show
But pretty soon all these tears will flow
Raining, raining in my heart
Oh, oh misery, oh misery
Oh, whats gonna become of me
The sun is out, the sky is blue
Theres not a cloud around to spoil the view
But its raining, raining in my heart

song performed by by Leo Sayer
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