About You (how Disappointed I Was)
what happened to me
you never predicted
it was like the story of
the ugly duckling
despite the weakness of
my past
the hardness of the stones
(the unfeeling body)
and the shortness of the
vision of that horizon
i have remained
more than what i am
i must have disappointed you
who never think that
success may come to someone
without the royalty of
the lines of the palms
it is i
who is severely disappointed
for you never changed
your mind has always
been a door closed
your heart
a stone house without windows
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Disappointed
The disappointed
All shuffle round in circles
Their placards look the same
With a picture and a name
Of the ones who broke their hearts
The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts
Once, I had no sympathy
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
Seems, your ring upon my finger
Signifies that Ive become the spokesman of...
The disappointed
Will bear me on their shoulders
To a secret shadow land
Where a sombre marching band
Plays a tune for broken hearts
And day grows darker now
Everywhere, everywhere
The disappointed
Are coming in their millions
Theyre spilling from the bus
At a monument to us
Made of bits of broken heart
The disappointed
Are growing every second
They blot the sun to black
At the bottom of the pack
Im the king of broken hearts
song performed by by Xtc
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Disappointed
Our unsleepable friend
Gets the message on an ill wind
All your friends and your foes
Would rather die than have to touch you
To say the least: Im truly disappointed
Truly, truly, truly, oh...
Drank too much
And I said too much
And theres nowhere to go - but down
Young boy - I wanna help you
See these lines ? : truly disappointed
Truly, truly, truly, oh...
Dont talk to me, no
About people who are nice
cause I have spent my whole life
In ruins
Because of people who are nice
Oh, this world may lack style, I know
Each bud must blossom and grow, oh...
Young girl, one day you will be old
But the thing is, I love you now
Mmm ...
This is the last song I will ever sing (yeah!)
No: Ive changed my mind again (aaw...)
Goodnight
And thankyou
song performed by by Morrissey
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Welcome To The Door Of Freedom
this is the door of freedom
you just got in
i have a room beyond this room
no one has entered yet
between this door and my room
is a space
this is where some pieces of my are left
but soon they will be taken back
to be kept inside my palms
to be hidden once again from you
when you get in
you will be introduced to the ritual of knowing
what you do not know
what you cannot know
what shall be hidden forever from you
and you shall be a little bit
disappointed
but you must insist
you have to repeat your name many times
you will sort out the letters
there are onions and chilies
they will make you cry
and then you will wish upon another door
this time it is your door
towards your own room
you will doubt about breathing
about windows and exits
and then you begin to ask
if all these are worth it
you decide.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And So They Have Again Teased The Ugly Duckling
having forgotten the story
of the ugly duckling
here we are again retelling
it to children, that once
there was this ugly duck
who turned out to be the
most beautiful swan at the
end of the hopeless lines.
that we must stick to the
beautiful self that nature
gives us; it knows the ripe
season for a very beautiful
unfolding; that there is always
a perfect time for everyone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Trapped In Success
I am trapped in success and,
I need a safe house to be in;
I an trapped in the mystics of many talents!
So, do give me a helping hand to reach up there.
Success, success, success!
I am trapped in success and i need help from you;
I am without a clue like a glue and,
My situation is like a paradigm of a proactive show.
Open the doors for me to enhance my various talents,
Of a readable and a compelling account of the myths of realities!
Who am i?
For i am trapped in success without a clue like a glue.
Like a sweeping story of pride is this message to your ears but,
Smartness in appearance fosters the smartness of the mind.
Be my guest into the world of wisdom and success,
For there is no vision except by faith;
And you may find what you want by looking for it.
To look beyond the blue lines and to be what i am today,
But i am trapped in success!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who Allowed This Disappointment
Hmmm,
Let's see!
If I am disappointed.
And you say,
You are disappointed.
And here we are listening,
To them express their disappointment.
Who allowed this disappointment,
To get 'this' disappointing?
'That's a good question!
Maybe those we elected to represent us,
Misunderstood it was not our disappointment...
We elected them to represent.
But instead...
To find solutions for the reasons 'why',
We were disappointed in the first place.'
You may have a point.
None of us really agreed to be freed of disappointment.
And we keep electing those to represent,
The best of our disappointments.
And this has never been what any of us wanted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Look For Meaning Of A Poem
if you look for the meaning of a poem
be disappointed
its meaning
is in the feeling
the feel of
a lightness like a cloud
(were you ever once a cloud?)
the feel of a feather
landing on your palms
and you do not
even
know it has
touched
you
be glad
a poem is
nothing
but
feelings
it has no
mind
you cannot
measure
its weight
and width
but it is so
huge
and
encompassing
it is there
it has arrived
occupying
the whole you
and you
never knew
that
for once it
ever happened.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Outside the House
Walking yesterday in an outlying neighbourhood,
I went by the house
I used to go to when I was very young.
There Eros with his wonderful power
laid hold of my body.
And yesterday
when I walked down the old road,
shops, pavement, stones,
walls and balconies and windows-
all were suddenly made beautiful by the spell of love:
there was nothing ugly left there.
And as I stood staring at the door,
stood lingering outside the house,
my whole being radiated
the sensual passion stored up inside me.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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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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The pain of a disappointed wish necessarily produces less effect upon the mind if a man has not certainly promised himself success. - De Tranquillitate Animi
A Rock Garden
in my present garden
i put rocks and pebbles
some sands
added dusts
they ask what do i grow
in there?
i put a chair and sit there
alone
barefoot i put my hands
in the open
i gaze
feeling like the sun
to some
planets
the stones as i walk
for a while
grate
as though they have
teeth
then back to where i sit
they begin
to grow silence
silence is a lotus
it is a pond too where
a dragonfly is
hovering
there is this stillness of a
little universe
the space is emptiness
of imaginary
stars
there is no moon here
no one is lost
there are no leaves
no pretensions of stems and calyx
the stones are faceless
like everyone that i meet in the mall
the rocks stand like gods
unchanged unaffected by the chaos of
my thoughts
i gaze
transfer my eyes to those that remain
intact
immutable hardness
fixed situations
they only sound when you take a walk
they do not rearrange things here
for they are heavy
and always
unchanged, unaffected
steady, firm
lifeless, unfeeling
stubborn, solid,
tonight darkness sleeps with them
its coldness seeps in every stone
lifelessly
always unaffected, unfeeling
and much as i wanted to stay
i can't
i have life out there
a door to open again and again...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Consent
i
only knock
you are the owner
of the door
of the house
if
you open it
then i
enter
but you close
the door
and the windows
of your house
airtight
and so
i turn my back
and walk
away
if you change
your mind
however
i am just
a stone
throw
away...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I think people are just really disappointed, disappointed with Blair as well, who's just like Bush's lapdog. I think everyone's just disillusioned with politics in our country, and it must be the same in your country.
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Who You Think You Is
who you think you is,
fool with a big crown look,
tequila on the ice,
we come steal your queen man,
she goes to vocational school,
usual I'm warm-hearted,
but walk-the-plank man,
teach you never touch my mother again,
I'll be playing the xylophone,
yester-day was yester-eveing,
you have a problem disbelieving,
fool who you think you is,
I make you walk the street,
let you smell the vapor,
from her woman part,
you gonna need,
a umbrella to go under that waterfall,
best upholstery in the house,
say white-house mouse,
dude ugly-duckling tycoon,
stick your mind in twilight,
let vampires suck you dry,
have you running from your friends,
while you crying boo-hoo,
give me a tribute,
Its splendid you came visit,
royalty bow to me eat spinach,
who you think you Is.
poem by Tommy Laster
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The students that, like the wild animal being prepared for its tricks in the circus called ""life"", expects only training as sketched above, will be severely disappointed: by his standards he will learn next to nothing.
quote by Edsger Dijkstra
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No Ego Involved
I think I will approach my 'main' interests,
A little bit differently.
'How's that? '
I am going to pretend, publicly...
I have a wish to do one thing,
But sacrifice my time and efforts...
Doing what I love which no one suspects.
And achieve secretly,
Tremendous success.
'That will never happen.'
Why not?
'Because that kind of success,
For you...
Has not happened yet.'
Oh?
I did say 'secretly'.
And secrets revealed slowly to uncover,
Are the best ones to discover.
'You think so, huh?
And how is that? '
By words.
Words expressed,
Coming out of the mouths of others.
Disappointed by the lack of bragging attached.
'And IF that should happen,
That is the best kind of success to achieve.'
I know.
There is no ego involved to detect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember Your Past
Try to remember our past,
Remember who made you what you are today;
try to remember your past in times like this.
You dumped me like a trash,
You lied to me like a thief,
You treated me like a fool,
You sold me like a baby,
But do remember the past always.
I have made you what you are today,
Like another client on the Libyan Desert;
Do give credit wher it is due,
Do remember my love for you;
I thought you were my friend but,
Today i am your enemy.
Many are dead and gone,
Many are still waiting to learn;
But, do remember your past.
In this life,
Some may like you and others may hate you;
But, some medicines are easier taken than others.
I thought you were my friend but,
Today i am your enemy.
Now you are against me,
You've turned away from me to another;
You've really disappointed me.
My heart is very sad,
But my mind will always remember you;
You've stolen my trust to marry another man.
Try to be righteous for once,
Try to learn for the better;
Do remember your past at all times.
In the greatest time of trouble,
In the finals of love;
You've really disappointed me.
In the finals of history,
That is when you will look for me;
In the finals of trust,
Money is not everything;
First impressions do matters a lot.
One day,
The bells will ring down on you;
One day,
You will surely remember me for all my love;
You are a grown up woman,
But you've stolen my trust to marry another man.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What, if already read?
Many men had read her, I know.
For me she was fresh to read.
She neither disappointed me
Nor was disappointed by me.
01.09.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Journey of life is ugly As well as nice
Journey of life is ugly
As well as nice
Nice we forget
Ugly we remember
In heart and mind
Depress our thoughts
Day and night
Never thank god
For the nice
Value what you possess
Thank god
For your success
Forget the ugly
Make life bubbly
Nurture your future
Sooner or later
You will make it bright
Wounds of past you suture
Remove them
From heart and mind
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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