A Turn-Off
i remember
the two of us
under the thick
palms
we are alone
and you touch me
begging
you want me to
show you
my naked body
under the palms
beside the
river
i declined.
i left
i shudder about
that fact.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Obsession (revised)
to believe that there are heights to my own glory
is no longer possible.
On that day in that room, where they wear
all their thick glasses, their hands have already done
what should not have been done.
I was weak, and my mouth did not open.
They kill every poem i had in my palms.
They were doves.
They said they were bats.
Black bats.
No, i said they are the whitest doves i have.
They are even angels.
They were laughing.
Some giggled.
And they
said, 'Crucify him, crucify him! '
IT was an obsession.
That i have butterflies on my hair.
That there were
red roses in my fingers.
There were none, in fact.
What i had are mere words.
Syllables of my survival.
When i left that room, i did not admit that it was my mistake.
Far from that,
i look again at my hands in the mirror,
and i saw
vines, fragile tendrils, and they are so alive, like
dragonflies.
One understands somehow, that we write, not because we want
to have a brand, a name, a tattoo
a heart, a rose, an arrow, blood dripping
NO. That is not so. We write because we are here and our fingers
are always incomplete.
We press our palms on our chest and we say
Look i love myself, and this all i got.
Let me write and let it all be about me.Not for those thick glasses
Inside that room.Their rules are not mine.
I have mine only to give.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Open Palms
morning demands
the laying of open palms
on the table
and the palms agree
and then the wind comes
and took all the lines away
the hands do not mind
this is the last day of the body
the heart is full of joy
the mind has no word
the eyes close
and the lips finally sealed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beneath The Lush Of The Nipa Palms (2)
beneath the lush of the nipa palms
are the homes of crabs beside is
the river the niche for the schools of
fish and on the river banks are
glossy pebbles some silent greens
of moss and ferns,
amidst all these beauteous secrets
perhaps we shall remember
how sweetly once we spent the
passionate night together...
please, please, take time to remember.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remembering Mr.Brown
When you reach out
to touch yesterday
Remember the quivering breeze
the stillness whispering in the trees
Remember how the headlines read
Another dark night -Another almost dead
Don't look at me
Don't touch me
Just get on your knees before me
Remember
isn't that what you said?
Remember the fields of flowers
the play of sunlight on
my blackened body
Remember between life and death
there are just shades of gray
Took my life-
and abandoned me in a cold naked hell
You took until there was nothing
left to take
Remember the only love
you had to give
was fake
poem by Sherri C.'s Little Sis
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The Mistake
it was a different thing that you see
from that you feel
a war between the bulge of the eyes
and the pumps of the heart
the lines of the palms are clear
nobody wants to mind now
in the middle of too much desire
it is the heart that wins
slashing the blinks of the wondering eyes
the lines of the palms are clear
there is no doubt
the heart bleeds upon its mistake
and begins to remember the veils
and the sonorous sounds of the funeral bells of
the little town
the lines of the palms are clear
there is no doubt about it
at the end every part shall accept the fate
no regret
once again the self rides upon the wings of destiny
until the final word of the years rest
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Flame
Like a flame that seeks redemption,
From Aeolus's thrusts,
Via a pair of palms that unite,
To form a monumental wall;
I seek my own pair of palms;
To unite for a simple prayer;
For a miraculous intervention;
Two eyes that stare at mine's;
With a symbiotic dependency.
Oh Gabriel where are thou?
I am waiting, even in my twilight;
As the candle flames on;
In my flimsy vulnerability;
Protected by my beloved's touch;
And St Elmo's fire;
As their palms holds me away;
From the vengeful thrusts of the wind gods;
Walking in the cracked footpaths of destiny;
With a candle in hand;
Waiting for destiny.....
To spring a surprise.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Beneath The Lush Of The Nipa Palms
beneath the lush of the nipa palms
are the homes of crabs beside is
the river the niche for the schools of
fish and on the river banks are
glossy pebbles some silent greens
of moss and ferns,
amidst all these beauteous secrets
perhaps we shall remember
how sweetly once we spent the
passionate night together...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Raw With Love
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
I won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won't blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won't use it
yet.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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The Naked Body In The River
i put you in the river
naked,
perfect body for my
feast at night till dawn
and then i sleep in
the morning
too tired
these loving eyes
still dead about you
someone beyond
the touch of my fingers
naked body
so beautiful but
it has no eyes
and hence
cannot see me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And the sky bright blue...
And the sky bright blue,
white clouds paint the empty spaces
where the thick wall, delimited
the transition overhead of the fig trees.
Palms begging the white Colour
And all, too quiet,
the breeze savours the summer heat.
I spent sleepless nights,
refreshes skin sweat heavily
wetting between the sheets
that were complaining.
And every morning, at sunrise,
spectacular as a Carriage, the horizon is approaching
carrying the heat pain.
poem by Luca Menin
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I Hate The Fact
I hate the fact
that one can steal your heart
and leave it broken in many parts
I hate the fact
that one can make you feel
but then you looked he had turned the wheel
I hate the fact
that one can catch your eye
and finally find it was for a while
I hate the fact
that one can sweep you off your feet
into a fantasy that only you could feel
I hate the fact
that when you hear ones name
you remember he was once your dame
I hate the fact
that you had to go
and you left me here with a broken soul
I hate the fact
that love was there
but left me in pain that one cant bare
I hate the fact
that memories hurt
and that nothing ever seems to ever work
I hate the fact
that i cry so much
that everyday i long to feel your touch
I hate the fact
that i cant move on
but maybe its something that can make me strong
poem by Miri Tuecemo
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A Life That Is Full
your palms open
your heart
some more
desire drips like
drops of
melting vanilla
ice cream
simply joys
like buds
pleasures like
palms spreading
leaves like
umbrellas under
the sun
merry, merry
dancing feet
hands holding
side by side
alleluia!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Profanity
the state of the body
is wavering
to the rocks of the wind
and there is this shaking
that mistakes us
for what we really are
there is the pillar
that you cannot touch and see
but you can feel it
could be the heart
or the soul
could be the whisper of
the truth
it is there
and there is nothing
that we can do
to deny it
of its existence
only and only if
we do not make profanity
of the words
those that we do not really
mean
and those that we constantly
keep on
not doing
what a pity
for one to go on flaunting
what should not
have been
in the hands and the palms
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Here And Now
for the meantime take the here and now
what choice do we have?
we are beggars we have nothing
we were taken here
without our knowing we were naked
we were spanked on the very first hour of our arrival
in mother' bed in that cheap government hospital
there were no fathers or priests or
politicians
they heard our first cry
and since then
life begins to have no meaning
what we have is the here and now
but will that be an end? a misdemeanor? will that be a burden
forever? a curse?
a suffering that is senseless
a sorrow that is soaring and roaring?
the here and now is in our palms
look at it closely, there are tiny lines there
the directions and instructions are there
embedded
we shall trace where we are and where we are going
in the tiny lines of our palms
we locate our hidden fortunes we shall find where the secret lies
the real meaning
of this existence and if need be
we must create and invent what we will be
in the future
let us see from our feelings the coolness of blue
the fires of red
the clouds, the sun and the moon all lie in the hold of our hands
from this here and now
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Compressed, Life In Three-Liners!
Boat struggling
Other bank beckoning
Rudderless!
Waves rise
Clouds quenched
Of thirst
Does sun rise
And sun set, set
Day and night apart?
Starlit or
Starless sky
Deceiving stillness
Earth and sky
Shrink enough
To cuddle in my palms
I long to introduce you
To the sky and the earth
Occupying my palms
Not that I know them
But I wish you meet them
When will you come?
When birds
Fly nestward
Or...? ? ?
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Touch
Touch
To a loved family member…
a caress, a touch
A loving hand on ones knees
Can convey e’er so much
Just a soft gentle squeeze
To a child….
A finger’s soft glide
Down child’s turned up nose
Can start the slow slide
Into dreamland repose
To a friend…
Friendly pat on the shoulder
Gentle nudge in the side
Head lain on one’s shoulder
Floods one’s heart like the tide
To a real close friend…
Tips brushing closed eyelids
Arms tightly clasping
Rough sheets on one’s back
Fast breath slightly gasping
To a really, really close friend……
Fingers entwined,
palms ardently pressed
Palms kneading one’s back
Lips brushing soft breasts
To close..
Every being needs
The sensation of touch
And a surfeit of hugs
Could ne’er be too much
poem by David Whalen
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This River
this river is a wide and long stretch
of brown dreams
it is silent its ripples are like moving threads
it has a song of its own
that only your heart can sing
we sail this river again
this ealy morning when the sun still hides itself
in the nipa palms
we sit side by side as the boat takes its time
we hold our hands
we are still lovers throught the years
we look forward to the same direction
it will not take that long
at the end we will see again the cascades
we will hear the flow of the mountain springs
we will again remember
the harmony of what we once were
do you hear that cascading song of the water?
that is the song of the river that in my heart i always treasure
together and forever
we will cascade, my love, like this long, brown river to the sea
of our daily affections
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Color Of Holi
Let me cup my palms
to gather the petals
of your laughter
that my palms flow ever
with your laughter…
Let me fill my heart
with ripples of
your laughter
that the heart gathers
the floating petals
to smear colors on my cheeks
Absorbing the perfume of
your laughter
Let me offer my
perfumed being
back to you
just for once …
poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta
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The Screaming Mirror...
who wants to show pain?
no one wants to show it and be pitied
pity can kill
makes you shrink like
dough pressed
with a hammer
everyone wants to show a happy face on the road
people walk and
each smiles to
everyone
and when the back of the body
steals a distance
everyone is back to their serious faces again
twisted lips, crashing teeth
misshaped jaws
gnashing fingers
early that
evening
i show pain in the mirror
like the palms
of my hands
the mirror laughs
it is telling me it is not me
and i look funny with it
it says i do not fit well as a beggar of affection
it teases me
the way sissies sashay on the
shiny tiles of the
malls
that when in pain i look like a liar
an old Pinocchio
with a broken wooden nose
reaching the door
from the arm
of my chair
to the hands of the
railing
i insist that this time it is true
my tears are rolling like a river on the tributaries of my cheeks
the mirror
they are boulders
now
the mirror
finally screams for help
of some nearby shadows
i am another movie.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Memories
Frankie laine was singing jezebel
I pinned an iron cross to my lapel
I walked up to the tallest and the blondest girl
I said, look, you dont know me now
But very soon you will
So wont you let me see
Wont you let me see
Wont you let me see
Your naked body
Just dance me to the dark side of the gym
Chances are Ill let you do most anything
I know youre hungry, I can hear it in your voice
Theyre many parts of me to touch, you have your choice
But no you cannot see
No you cannot see
No you cannot see
My naked body
We are dancing close, the band is playing stardust
Balloons and paper streamers floating down on us
She says, youve got a minute left to fall in love
In solemn moments such as this Ive put my trust
And all my faith to see
All my faith to see
All my faith to see
Her naked body
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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