A Sharp Contrast
at a friend's party
drinks are served and some
christmas food, dessert and
conversations and laughter
of reminiscenses
we left at the right hour
when the hosts are sleepy
time to be back
to my room,
in sharp contrast
the bed and the pillows
and blankets are
soundly asleep
no snores, not a scratch
of an ant's feet
not a sound from
the walls
deafening silence
questions without answers
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let's Have a Party.
Let's have a party, invite the family around,
Tell them it's teat time, and come south bound;
We'll have it as a barbecue, so b.y.o some meat,
But we will supply salad, drinks, and also sweet.
Let's have a party, but dress up in a costume,
Don't say who you are, we have to assume;
And the food will be served as a supper too,
With Chicken, no wine, and some dessert will do.
Let's have a party for children, on Friday,
Seeing its a birthday, the kids will go hooray;
Let's put up streamers, have finger food too,
After all the games and food sing happy birthday to you.
Let's have a pre wedding party, for bride and groom,
Go out to dinner, let's try the sunset room;
We'll book a smorgasbord dinner, make it for forty,
Then come back to our place after, for tea or coffee.
Let's have a Christmas party, all family and a friend,
We'll sing lots of carols, and have a story at the end;
Each bring 1 present, for under the christmas tree,
And thank God for Christmas from you and me.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Silence in my world..
I lay back and close my eyes
As memories of laughter
And countless conversations, fill my head
I hear the wind moving
And the sound of my breathing
I hear the leaves rustling
And the sound of footsteps fading
The laughter is long gone
The only voice I hear is mine
As Silence invades my world
Mercilessly, thoughtlessly
Our song comes to my mind
And I struggle to sing it
But the words don't come to me
As Silence fills my world with emptiness
Deafening it, endlessly.
poem by Gauri Gupta
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Christmas Spirit
What happens to the Christmas Spirit
when the kids have flown the nest
and long time friends are buried deep below?
There are no peels of laughter
to greet the empty walls,
no happy conversations with anyone.
Just the lonely clock ticking time away.
What has happened to the Christmas Spirit
has it disappeared forever
and left only a lonely life?
17 December 2008
poem by David Harris
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Christmas Parties
I’ve been to three
Christmas parties this year.
Two were terrible
and one was great.
One had kids running around
and screaming in your face,
scoffing the food
that was meant for all.
The second party,
well that was a blast.
If the weather hadn’t
really turned cold,
we could have partied
all night long.
Now the third one,
which we paid more money
on than the other two.
When we went for our food
an hour and a half late
we were told to use up
the scraps that were left.
The scraps were cold
and tough as old boots.
The vegetables seemed
like they came out of the freezer.
We had to pay through the nose
for that treat.
I think next year
the Christmas parties
they can all stuff,
just like the cold stuffening
that was served up to us.
poem by David Harris
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A Sketch Of What Familiarity And Routine Is All About
when she arrives in my house
that early morning
she was more silent than
the grass that is still jeweled
with dew
there is still that sense of
strangeness
like a bird from the forest
that is still feeling its new cage
she had three to five days
her feet studying the floors and stairs
her hands groping the blankets
and pillows in the bed and
room
the books in the library included
there are conversations going on
to the different parts of the house and garden
until she has become a part to all of them
and then
she sits on the grass and
lays her body in bed
ofter spending more time reading
the titles of the books
she has the best time dining
until she holds control
and laughs the hardest
disturbing the peace of the neighbors
it is the familiarity
and perhaps too much of it like an alcoholic drink
that makes her lose
what is important
she gets drunk and
unmanageable
on the fifth day and it was a Sunday
she left us without a word at around 3 a.m.
when all the members of the house were all tired and asleep
she left a note: she does not deserve to stay
in this ordered universe
she is a random incident of a dice,
she is a woman unnumbered
a bird not fit for a cage
a dog without a leash
a speck of dust owned by no wind
we do not mention her name during that lonely breakfast
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sleepy Time Time
By jack bruce and janet godfrey
Im a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy.
Work only maybe, life is a joy.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time, sleepy time all the time.
Asleep in the daytime, asleep at night.
Life is all playtime; working aint right.
Chorus
I have my sunday, that aint no lie.
But on monday morning comes my favorite cry.
Chorus
song performed by by Cream
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Sleepy Time Time
By jack bruce and janet godfrey
Im a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy.
Work only maybe, life is a joy.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time, sleepy time all the time.
Asleep in the daytime, asleep at night.
Life is all playtime; working aint right.
Chorus
I have my sunday, that aint no lie.
But oh monday morning aint my favorite cry.
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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A House Full Of Peace
no laughter from children
no conversations from visitors
a couple not on terms with each other
closed doors and windows
dusty slippers
empty thermos bottles
rusty door knobs
unused toothpaste
hard water
unfolded blankets
cold pillows
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Witch In The Old Castle Nearby...
as you, foolish dog of my life,
my life in utter peace, a pond of less ripples,
as you, stupid dog of my life
barks at my feet, and tries to distract my own
solitude, that of the candle still in the middle
of my room, the blankets soft on my bed,
the pillows all too silent like flower petals
on a dew filled morning leaf,
as you, twitchy wicked witch
calls my name, i finally give up and
face myself, and leave you, all cracked up,
and i go inside my room and lock my door
and tell my windows, to shut you up,
do not ruin my life, do not ever attempt to do
that which creases my blankets and
stabs my pillows,
for i shall return to you and burn your
furrowed faces, dissolve you in the acids
of my test tubes,
erase you like some misspelled words,
i am a man of peace, and i am stone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Moment
..and then i discover
what a moment is
it is like a stair
each time when i take the step
when i hold the rail on its side
when i savor what
warmth and hardness is
when i gaze upon a step that i put
upon another
wood
and then on another
looking only whenever i take it
no longer beyond
or after
and without knowing
i have reached the door and into
my room
i enter where i am met by
this chair where i sit
for a while
where a bed covered with blankets
and laid with silk covered pillows meet me
and then
seduce me
to soundly sleep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Christmas and Detoxification
Food, drinks and presents,
Lavish food and lavish giving
Christmas parties, Christmas delights,
Christmas trees and sparkling lights!
Christmas for families and loved ones
Christmas for haves and have-nots,
Time for spending, time for eating
Time for giving, time for sharing.
Detox Christmas from excesses
Seen only from what can be fished
Out from our accounts and wallets,
from what we can feed our tummies.
Detox Christmas by welcoming
The gift of Love and Grace into
our being, removing toxins of greed,
of hate, fear, and doubt in human heart.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Of Cottons And Feathers
cottons are found
on the floor
feathers on the table
from the window
the wind blows and carries them
inside
the bed is well kept
blankets carefully folded
and pillows removed
of creases
something inside me is as light
as cottons and feathers
something inside me is well folded now
like blankets
something in my heart are pillows
removed of
any crease
i triumphed i did it
now i can soundly sleep
as the wind from the window
blows me
into the land of dreams
where i can be
nothing but
just the spectator
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rachael Asks Good Questions
Rachael is four...
Rachael asks good questions...
What is God?
Why do we have to pray to God?
Is there any human being on earth
who does not ask these questions
eventually at some time during their life?
Some individuals
reflecting upon world events
reflecting upon world history
will be forced to ask
these questions
multiple times
throughout their lives...
And the answers are...
there are as many answers
as there are differing cultures
ethnicities religions biases...
Rachael is going to
a birthday party today
but Rachael is afraid of clowns...
Rachael asked her mother
did you ring your friend
to ask what the clown
will be wearing at the party?
Rachael said I am not afraid of the clown
any more I prayed to God...
an example of remarkable faith in a child...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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a Poem Of Silence
Silence is a beautiful thing.
no other sound is as great as silence.
Silence is the sound of nothing,
but it is still a sound.
even if a sound is great and amazing,
nothing can top the blissfulness of silence.
not the sound of wind on grass,
not the sound of laughter,
nothing is as beautiful as silence.
silence is a sound, but it is so much
better than any other sound.
What created such a far-off winner?
I love silence, silence is the best.
Never there will be a time that there
will be
a greater sound
than silence.
poem by Llew N. Rmail
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The Time Has Come
the time has come for the arrival
of this stranger
from a very faraway land. you meet him.
make him sit. ask him if he needs a drink
and you give him
gin, beer, whatever that pleases him.
you make him comfortable
at last
in your home. make him find his room.
the pillows and blankets
all to his choosing. the dinner that you serve.
the shower that he has to take.
the nice conversations you will have
for a while
with this stranger. you care for him
you assure him.you tell him
you miss him. you bring him to the mirror
to see how beautiful has he become
for that time that you have been
taken apart
you embrace him tightly.
you cry.
you wipe your tears and sit at the center
of the living room.
you look carefully how distance
must have destroyed
the closeness between you and him.
you shake your hand.
it is you now. this stranger is yourself.
you welcome him home
to your very arms.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Receiving A Christmas Card From Nora
A Christmas card from a friend far away
It takes me back again to boyhood day
She was a woman when I was young boy
Some forty years ago how time does fly.
She was a good friend to our family
And nice to know she still remember me
A friend and neighbour of the very best
And one of the kindest souls of Millstreet West.
That Christmas card from Nora took me far away
Back home to Millstreet Town and Claraghatlea
And Christmas was a special time of year
A time of Santa, Christmas fun and cheer.
A Christmas card from friend of years ago
And no friend like old friend we used to know
And a card from dear friend is a gift of joy
And it took me back to when I was a boy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Couple
he wakes up on
a vivid nightmare
the way he crosses
the river against the
rage of the tide and
he sees her sleeping
and he wakes her up
and she listens about
the sound of the river
and the thunder and
the wind and the
flashes of lightning
inside his frightened
mind and she holds his
hands and raises them
for her to kiss and then
they talk like lovers again
and then they make love
sleep is as gentle as
the silky bedsheets and
the soft cotton pillows
on the monotony of the
sound of the air conditioned
room. And then it is morning
she opens the window
where a pale red curtain
filters the light that lands
on his eyes still soundly asleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like A Dinosaur
He snores like a lion and,
She snores like a dinosaur! !
But, they cannot meet each other because,
They are being divided by the walls of love;
And, what is now left down by the goat is being eaten up by the dog.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Holidays Shared
Marley watches from the snow
People walking by
Hands are full of gifts and food
He heaves a gentle sigh
He puts his nose against the door
And watches in the room
Twinkling lights, the fragrant tree
Poinsettias in bloom
People gather on the floor
Zany games are dared
Gifts are given, laughter rings
Memories are shared
A crackling fire on the hearth
Warmth spreads all around
Glasses clink, toasts are made
In all a joyous sound
The food is eaten, drinks are gone
The evening winds down
The celebrations ending
For this Christmas hound
People head back to their cars
In the starry night
But they greet him as they pass
It bathes his heart in light
poem by Jacquie StewartHeimann
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The Season of Christmas
You hear trees rustle outside in the winter wind
Ornaments cling as you decorate the Christmas tree
Church bells ring as Christmas comes near
The season of Christmas is here
Your family talks while the food is served
Plates clink as they are passed down the table
Teeth chew on the delicious food you made
The season of Christmas is here
Your excitement grows and you rip the wrapping paper
Children laugh as they play with their new presents
The season of Christmas is here
Its time for bed and kids yawn
Toys crash together as they are put away
The season of Christmas was here
poem by Deanna Buendia
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