A Silent World
got a headache
and i shall not tell you
i do not share pain
so i hide away from you
i go behind the house
tied a hammock between two trees
the sun is up and
the shade is cool
i lay my body inside the hammock
and i rock myself slowly
slowly sleep drowns me
into a forgetting
the world is silent
upon a grass so green
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Song Of Spring
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.
The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
The trees are out in Heaven they say.
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up our way.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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What We Did At The Beach House....
it is freedom day for me
it is Thursday,
we enter the gate to the beach
fresh winds, green coconut palms
sea grass and white foams,
sea waves and slushy sands,
the octagonal cottage and the
bamboo tables and chairs,
stone silent on the table
collected by you,
we are here for no other agenda
except to feel the freshness of air
recounting those younger years
and then savor our sweet silence
i rock my body on the hammock
you lay asleep on the sofa.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sometime Sometimes
on a hammock mid noon
you watch a bird's feather fall from the tree
where a nest just let go
two birds,
takes time to land
and you concentrate on the falling
until softly
it lands on a gray rock just beside
the house
sometime
you thinks about sometimes
that light feeling of not being you
you don't know what is it
it sinks in your mind like
a word that you cannot forget
because it is so easy
and yet you misspell it
it is an error of flight
and grossly an error of a bad landing
you close your eyes against the light
and what you see is
as expected
all red
you imagine sunset at mid noon
you imagine the end of life
at the midst of vibrant feeling
what a waste! how times passed so fast...
how many more are like you
daydreaming on a hammock
dreaming about the feather softly landing on the rock portion
of your soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tonight
between two steel poles upstairs
on the level of the trees that surround the house
i will put a hammock
where i will put my body to a rest & with
some little swings to and fro
i will create a sense of journey
a slow lull
as i watch the glitter
of the distant stars
and to the moon just above the roof
i shall whisper a wish
for you
& me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Points Of View
We now differ on how we look
At things. I am silent. I want to be silent.
You wish we are noisy. Or at least
We must talk.
You wish there is a glass of wine
In our hands
I still think we need coffee.
I am secure. I feet that so.
Your hands are shaky,
Reflections of the waves
Inside your mind.
You are picking on some little
Things that grow on the
Pavement. You want to kill them.
I say, I gesture, leave them
Let them be.
I situate myself on a hammock
Riding with the wind
This afternoon the breeze is cold
From the seashore.
Finally you do not resist
Getting near me and you complain
“I hate this place, it is too lonely
For me”
I do not mind. Deep inside my mind
I like this place. It is too peaceful.
I swing with the wind
With the hammock. You hold it.
You want it to stop.
I look at you and you cry.
Tears flood the creeks of your cheeks.
I cannot wipe them now.
I know, you want to leave.
I am silent. I am secure now.
I ride with the wind on the wings
Of my dreams.
I am listening to the
Footsteps of the ants
I am counting how many
Time the grasshopper jumps.
I like it here. It is peaceful
Now go, find your place.
Your dreams. Take your trip
To your sighs.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Hideaway
the house of
the pigeon assures
that you are
at a certain
safe height
on the beam of
the ceiling
two sparrows
are singing
you rock yourself
on the hammock
you are chasing
sleep who is
always far away
from you
it is carrying your
bundle of dreams
slippery as an ell
the sea breeze
comes always
pregnant with
some songs from
the other island
you walk barefoot
on the floor with
cracks and you
assure yourself
this is my home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There is no ice that will never melt
There is no ice that will never melt
Slowly, gradually
Though freeze to sleep forever
Or not be moved by emotion
Slowly, gradually
It’s not needed fire arms
It’s not needed the right law
Only time
Slowly, gradually
The cold drips in my hands
Like a burning candle
Like a bleeding body
Gone into puddle
There is no ice that will never melt
Slowly, gradually
Will it be a thin hope
Or silent word
Slowly, gradually
It’s not needed genius mind
It’s not needed global warning
Only time
Slowly, gradually
The crystal vanishes in my hands
Like a crying stone
Like a dying swan
Gone into water
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Vacation Galore
lying on a hammock
under a blue umbrella sky
between two coconut trees
sea breeze fanning my body
each sweet grape luscious to
my lips thinking of you
i swallow each
pulp
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let Solitude Be His Home (For A Nephew Upon A Broken Marriage)
how can words be soothing
to pains still existing?
how can hushes become
lullabies
to excruciating
goodbyes?
leave that man alone with his palm
let his solitude be his own balm
let it be the rock
to rest
his soul upon a hammock
let it be the softest grass
to his wounded past
let it be his home again
to his journey in the rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A transfer of assurances
In the meeting of the frail monastery
Of light
And the wet trickles of the rain
By the wall
Between them
Speaks the throat of the wind
Murmuring
The loneliness of their hearts
It is the breaking of day
And the little bird
Sings the
Darkness of the fences
Disintegrating into shattered
Shadows
The exhilaration of the sun
Comes like a passage
Of his chants of
Love
Sleep decays
Between the trees
And the hammock
Of green grass
The assurance of what is azure
Dissolves the regrets
Of her insecure sighs
Emotion moves
In little glances
And close the cracks
Of his doubts
Vulnerable
Her fervor climbs like
A vine
Climbing toward
The gentle rays of the sun
And like
An old myth
She rests and sleeps again
In the broadness
Of daylight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mountain Tops
sunrise in the moutain tops
green grass all over the place
and the trees are not just green
but they glitter under the rays
wind blows and coldness in the skin
there is joy
there is pain
in the eyes, but
it is thy happiness still that shows
for a moment
forgetting the world
which is more real
that is not a question
no rain or snow
weather may change
but not withered leaf
can stop flowers from blooming
sunrise in the mountain tops
green grass all over the place
poem by Princess Kathleene Gabunales
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Hammock Upon The Winds
there lies sadness like patches of green moss
sticking upon a rock half covered by the clear water of the river
one may think that sadness will always be there as patches of
what we have always wanted to get rid off like peeling them off gently from
an old sharp and rugged edged rock
sometimes you become so tired planning and doing and then surrendering into the helplessness of a fallen leaf that floats and is carried slowly by the current of the river early morning on a Sunday
when people are not around spending holidays on places that they miss for the whole week
and so one lays its tired body on the side of the river's bank
wades his hands and feels the coolness of the water and then starts to flow and release what he thinks must be given away
one feels the restfulness of finally giving up
of not minding about what cares must be done in order to make
life smoother
flowing and easier like the way the brown leaf floats
like the way the blue clouds drift
like the way we let the moss grow
upon the side of the rock
having more wet times with the clear water of the river
having a clearer view of the orange fish within and the shiny pebbles
beneath them
words lull me like i were carried by the hammock upon the arms of the unseen winds....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Something Harsh
something brash comes in the afternoon
life has overslept on the hammock of time
something harsh knocks on the door
you try to shoo it away and it comes anyway
less the courtesy of knocking or greeting
something insensitive sits on the sofa of
the house where life has been relaxing and
the confrontation begins which is actually
unnecessary, but just the same the inevitable
happens. Life has big ears, and the holes extend
from the right side to the left side, like north pole
tunneling its secret passage to the south pole
Life learns its lessons well. Now it does not bother.
It is not bothered. It sits like a young boy looking
over the window. It whistles a song to the sky.
It sleeps well on the ground where the grass
is green and cool, where dew is not a metaphor
for tears, where black birds assume a new meaning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Very Slowly
Tick tock
The moonlights hummin
My fingers on the button and my hob-nobs drummin
Slow down were moving too fast
Better wait a minute make the good times last
Ive learned something bout livin
You dont get nothing if you dont stop givin
We both know that we got so much but there aint no rush
Wanna love you slowly
When you slide on down
Wanna love you slowly turn that body round
You wont be able to control me
When your love slow down
Wanna love you slowly slowly slowly slowly
Slowly..
Hold tight
Love is all I need I guess its sweeter when its more than just a tease
Let me hold you close enough to stick
Love is an illusion lets play that trick
Slow hand moving down my back
If you get a chance u feel my heart attack
Real love has never been a crime
Wanna take my time
Wanna love you slowly
When you slide on down
Wanna love you slowly
And turn that body round
You wont be able to control me
When your love slow down
Wanna love you slowly slowly slowly slowly slowly...
Aah...oah...uah...
Slowly...aah...oah...uah...
Slowly... yeah...aah...oah...uah...
If you get a chance you feel my heart attack
Aah...oah...uah...
Real love has never been a crime
Wanna take my time
Wanna love you slowly
When you slide on down
Wanna love you slowly
And turn that body round
You wont be able to control me
When your love slow down
Wanna love you slowly slowly slowly slowly slowly...
Slowly...aah...oah...uah...slowly...aah...oah...uah...
Slowly... yeah...aah...oah...uah...aah...oah...uah...
song performed by by Geri Halliwell
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Drown Me Slowly
I've got a will this time don't care what you say
I've got a feeling this will all go away
It's in the wind this time it's in the southern sky
I can't walk on water yet won't even try
Chorus
So drown me slowly
Enclose me
Drown me slowly alright
Drown me slowly
Enfold me
Drown me slowly
All that I took with me was a bad taste in my mouth
Went all around the world just couldn't spit it out
Just like ground zero was the surface of the sun
That's a sickness I can't fix it not all at once
Chorus
So drown me slowly
Enclose me
Drown me slowly alright
Drown me slowly
Enfold me
Drown me slowly
Don't let them take you down
You'll leave a better world than you found
Don't let them take you down
You'll leave a better world than you found
Don't let them take you down
Don't let them take you down
Don't let them take you down
Don't let them take you down
Chorus
So drown me slowly
Enclose me
Drown me slowly alright
Drown me slowly
Enfold me
Drown me slowly
Drown me slowly
Drown me slowly
Drown me slowly
song performed by by Audioslave
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Field Of Joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i touch the leaves that touch the sky
just you and i through fields of joy
all trouble slowly fades away
slowly slowly fades away
i hold your hand inside my hand
across the land through fields of joy
the sound of music that we hear
the blend of colors throug the air
all cities, mountains disappear from view
all truth and beauty near to me and you
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
the fields of joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i know our love will never die
just you and i
through fields of joy
through fields of joy
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Cutts
My cutts are deep
they bleed so slowly
as my tears fall
i feel so much hate inside
thought in my head strike like lightening
the blad runs over my wrists over and over
screaming inside as it hits the vains
and pops them
one by one i let it sink in
once again i have completed my self mutilation
in order to make the pain other things cause go away
as the pain over powers my desire to care
everything stops and slipps slowly away
everything piles up like bricks on my back
i finally have enough and cant stand it anymore
mutilated of myself is the only way to make it leave
it is my resourt
i love the pain the adrenalin rush
my heart skipping beats
sufficating me slowly
i deepen them all the time but i can never stop
cause my self mutilation is my only escape from the world you see
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Medea and I were in love
I woke up and the world
was just the same
The trees are green
but the trees were always green
I had slept for a length of time
and the sky remained
and the stars
but they were always there
In mind I had an idea
A super crime
I dreamt about Medea
I dreamt about the time
Medea and I were in love
If I were able to alter time
If I woke up the world
would it be the same
With the trees green
but the trees were always green
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Silent train journey through my mind
Of all places to go
Secretive passenger what is it that you hide
That at a crossing matters so
Like a whistle in the distance
An attraction to a child
I hear the excitement in the voices
But there is a man waving a red flag at the mouth of the tunnel
Silent train I will not let you into the darkness
I will not let go
Go back out again to the world
where this line stops and the rest of the world begins
poem by Lindsay Crosby
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Connection
You look into each others eyes,
And a new feeling comes over you.
You want more than a kiss.
So you slowly let them get ontop of you.
They slowly carress your body with their touch and an overwhelming passion goes through you viens as the feeling is created through you bodies.
You want them more so you slowly let every part of them feel what your like inside.
Once the feeling is gone.
You think about how lucky you are too have them.
Then the feeling of loves gets stronger and the connection between you body starts to happen again.
For you have always enjoyed their touch because you love them.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Deceit
Inside my world of cherries trees,
And bumble bees,
And summer breeze,
Inside my world of cherries trees,
Take all you wish.
Take it, please.
Inside my house of stately poses
And vibrant roses
And jolly toses
Inside my house of stately poses
Take all you wish.
Take all the doses.
Inside my treat of fine courses
And tasty forces
And smelly sources
Inside my treat of fine courses
Take all you wish.
Take from all the sources.
Inside my wish is my world, house, and treat
My mind's only retreat
My pain's only defeat
Inside my wish is my world, house, and treat
Take all you wish.
Too bad for you, my wish is deceit.
poem by Andy Greenwald
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