After A Week Of Turbulence....
today i will find
a place
of my own
quiet
on the soft grass
under a tree
beside a clear pond
i close my eyes
and take some
needed
sleep
after a week of
restlessness
i think i deserve
this....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Clouds Of Narcissus
the clouds of narcissus pass by today
along a clear pond by the side of a rice paddy
they stop to get a good glimpse of their faces and bodies
cottony white, shades of blue, pluffy, and soft
they stop and take a longer gaze, admiring every
beauty of its hands and fingers, a longer time
an island of grass some reeds and dry leaves
get curious about what is happening why the clouds
stop and made a longer stare over the clear reflection
of their bodies on the little pond. They talk. They are curious.
and then the clouds finally get done with what is usual.
they left. Slowly sail away from what they are seeing lovingly.
Nothing happens since then. They own no one.No one owns them.
They leave. They do not know how to love. Neither are they loved.
They are gone. The island of grass is silent. The reeds hush.
And the pond has become murky.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deserve
They got money, they got sun
They look like theyre havin fun
Dont it seem its so unfair
They know something you dont know
Theyve got a better place to go
Theyre thin and rich and they dont care
We get the dreams that we deserve
The magazines that we deserve
Page one and three that we deserve
The joy and the pain that we deserve
The sun and the rain that we deserve
The material gain that we deserve
We get what we deserve
They got tension, they got stress
They got their lives in the press
The whole world stares as they undress
Sold their friends to get ahead
They do therapy instead
Theyve got demons in their bed
We get the toys that we deserve
The quiet and the noise that we deserve
The girls and the boys that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
We get the seas that we deserve
The flowers and the trees that we deserve
The spores on the breeze that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
You deserve
We get what we deserve
We deserve
song performed by by Marillion
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Goodnight
Goodnight
It’s time for you to close your eyes
And release your load
You don’t have to try hard to sleep
No, you can’t force your body
Just relax and close your eyes
You may wander, you may remember
About what happen today, yesterday and tomorrow
About what you feel, the utmost joy and the unwanted memories
Just close your eyes and let the time pass by
You have all night long for you
Don’t think about to sleep or try to exhaust yourself
Just close your eyes and don’t hurry yourself to sleep
It will come by itself unknown
And suddenly it will be morning
And you’ll regret not to sleep as much as you want
But for now, once again just close your eyes
Wherever you are, in what bed you are, whoever you are
Goodnight
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Deserving Better
You deserve better than me
Said the Apple to the Tree
For all I do is hold you down
And then I plummet to the ground.
And then you I leave.
You deserve better then me.
You deserve better than I
Spoke the old Man to his Wife
For around you I tied such a heavy load
Now I, must live in that woe.
Then the old man softly cried.
As He stammered, you deserve better than I.
You deserve better than me
Shouted the river to the Sea
For all I do is pollute you
While I never salute you.
Then in the winter time I do freeze.
You deserve better than me.
But without you, the Sea exclaimed
I would be a pond awaiting the rain
You give me the strength that makes me roar
And you give me the power that makes me soar.
And YES, I am a mighty, mighty Sea.
But without you, there would be no me.
The old Woman smiled at Her Husband dear
Through eyes of pain, and many years
“Yes”, the load I carry it is a might load
But the load I carry, is from the load I chose.
Then the old Woman gave the old Man a hug.
For what you called woe, I call love.
I let you plummet unto the Earth
Liken the way I did before your birth
And I was protected, so my roots went deep
Then after many years I became a Tree.
And you, Deserve better than I.
Spoke the Tree, to the Apple that died.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Affirmations(2002-2004)
Today, I will get up before my alarm
Today, I won't close my eyes until dusk
Today, I will not get a speeding ticket
Today, I will count this day as a first
Today, I will enjoy the life that has been left to me
Today, I won't frown over the may-have-beens
Today, I won't cry over the should-have-beens
Today, I won't wonder about the could-have-beens
Today, I'll smile.......Today, I'll Laugh.... Today, I'll relax
Today, I won't feel alone because I don't see you
Today, I'll find something new that wasn't true of you
Today, I won't be afraid to look upon a new face
Today, I'll step up and take my place
Today, I won't think about what I've lost
Today, I'll look forward instead of behind
Today, I'll find some piece of mind
Today, I'll hope.... Today, I'll pray... Today, I'll believe
Today, I'll dream as if I always did
Today, I'll wish on a star the way I used to
Today, I'll reach for the heavens and sigh
Today, My heart will start to heal
Today, the biggest miracle is ME.
Today, Yesterday's problems ceased to be
Today, the rain has stopped and the sun has returned
Today, the breath of kindness is found in words
Today, I wonder.... Today, I am a child.
poem by Lillian B. Rose
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One Clear Voice
The whole world is talking
Drowning out my voice
How can I hear myself
With all this noise
But all this confusion
Just disappears
When I find a quiet place
Where I can hear
(chorus)
One clear voice
Calling out for me to listen
One clear voice
Whispers words of wisdom
I close my eyes
till I find what Ive been missing
If Im very still, I will hear
One clear voice
Im always searching
For which path to take
Sometimes Im so afraid
To make mistakes
From somewhere inside me
Stronger than my fears
Just like the sound of music
To my ears, I hear
Chorus
song performed by by Peter Cetera
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Boredom, Some Words
Boredom: the desire for desires.
Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910)
when i get fed up and say i am quitting
it does not mean that it is the end of all these cravings
it is not.
when i shift my head to another direction like a ship changing course
it does not mean that i am leaving
this place
it is not
when i look at you with pity and tell myself what have i done
something that you do not really deserve
that which i myself does not too deserve
it does not mean that i am saying
i stop
it is not
it is not the end of everything it is but another endless beginning
desire that desires more of itself
cravings that crave for more cravings
it is eternity finding itself in eternity
this quest unstoppable
this thirst unquenchable
this self that always begins
insoluble imperishable
this is the boredom of the divine
this is the restlessness unto the rest of its restlessness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take,Take,Take
was sitting there in a comfortable chair
And that was all that I needed
Then my friend offered me a drink for us to share
And that was all that I needed
Well, then I felt at ease
But then I'm not too hard to please
I guess you couldn't call me greedy
Then I was shocked to look up
And see rita hayworth there in a place so seedy
She walked into the bar with her long, red, curly hair
And that was all that I needed
And I said to my friend, "good god, we're lucky men just to even see her"
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
And I could not resist, I just had to get close to her
And that was all that I needed
I walked and loomed around her table for a while
And that was all that I needed
Then I said, "i hate to bug you, ma'am, but can I have your autograph?"
And that was all that I needed
She pressed her lips against a white piece of paper
And that was all that I needed
Then I saw what she wrote, my heart is in my mouth
And that was all that I needed
Then she handed it to me, and I think that she could see
That that was all that I needed
I started to walk away but then I remembered 'hey, I forgot to get a picture'
So I asked her one more time, "could I have another favor?"
That was all that I needed
She was kind and posed with me
Then I knew my friend would see my celebrity meeting
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
She turned and said to me, "I need to go to sleep,"
And it seemed so mean
It's almost as if she could not appreciate how cool I was being
She said, "good night" and walked away
And I didn't know what to say
I just couldn't believe it
Well, it's just not fair
I want to get a piece of hair
That was all that I needed
Or maybe a kiss on the cheek
I wouldn't wash it for a week
That would be all that I needed
But she didn't even care
That I was even there
What a horrible feeling
song performed by by White Stripes
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Magic Circle
We all need a place where we can go, to escape from stress, trouble or sorrow. I have found such a place to call my own. Peaceful but exciting and for me alone. This Magic Circle has so many things I need Comfort in my sorrow from unkind word or deed. Peace at the end of a long and trying day. Encouragement when I falter on life's pathway. Inside this Magic Circle I've shed so many tears; also shared my laughter my dreams and my fears. I've shared so much excitement, love and fun. I Wish a Magic Circle for each and every one. Within this Magic Circle I find just what I need, and I never have to ask for it, never beg or plead. Inside this Magic Circle I'm protected from all harm. Yes, I have found MAGIC, in the CIRCLE of your arms. What God Designed Help me dear Lord to appreciate today. Not take for granted the wonders you display. Blue skies embracing a soft white cloud. Birds are singing so sweet and proud. A soft playful breeze from over the ocean, ripples long grass in a dancing motion. The joyful sounds of a mountain stream. adds tranquillity to this peaceful scene. Insects hum their songs of pure delight; as my senses absorb this beautiful sight. If man has made life better today, why do I need to escape this way? I remain quiet: not moving or blinking My mind at rest, not even thinking. A butterfly alights upon my hand, More exquisite than anything made by man. Amid all this beauty I lay dozing My spirit at peace, Or am I supposing. I will close my eyes at a quiet time and experience again what God designed.
poem by Joyce Stiles Spencer
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Fergus Falling
He climbed to the top
of one of those million white pines
set out across the emptying pastures
of the fifties - some program to enrich the rich
and rebuke the forefathers
who cleared it all at once with ox and axe -
climbed to the top, probably to get out
of the shadow
not of those forefathers but of this father
and saw for the first time
down in its valley, Bruce Pond, giving off
its little steam in the afternoon,
pond where Clarence Akley came on Sunday mornings to cut down
the cedars around the shore, I'd sometimes hear the slow spondees
of his work, he's gone,
where Milton Norway came up behind me while I was fishing and
stood awhile before I knew he was there, he's the one who put the
cedar shingles on the house, some have curled or split, a few have
blown off, he's gone,
where Gus Newland logged in the cold snap of '58, the only man will-
ing to go into those woods that never got warmer than ten below,
he's gone,
pond where two wards of hte state wandered on Halloween, the Na-
tional Guard searched for them in November, in vain, the next fall a
hunter found their skeletons huddled together, in vain, they're
gone,
pond where an old fisherman in a rowboat sits, drowning hooked
worms, when he goes he's replaced and is never gone,
and when Fergus
saw the pond for the first time
in the clear evening, saw its oldness down there
in its old place in the valley, he became heavier suddenly
in his bones
the way fledglings do just before they fly,
and the soft pine cracked.
I would not have heard his cry
if my electric saw had been working,
its carbide teeth speeding through the bland spruce of our time, or
burning
black arcs into some scavenged hemlock plank,
like dark circles under eyes
when the brain thinks too close to the skin,
but I was sawing by hand and I heard that cry
as though he were attacked; we ran out,
when we bent over him he said, "Galway, Inés, I saw a pond!"
His face went gray, his eyes fluttered close a frightening
moment.
Yes - a pond
that lets off its mist
on clear afternoons of August, in that valley
to which many have come, for their reasons,
from which many have gone, a few for their reasons, most not,
where even now and old fisherman only the pinetops can see
sits in the dry gray wood of his rowboat, waiting for pickerel.
poem by Galway Kinnell
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Close Your Eyes
Stars reside high
As they have forever
Drawing gazes
Of the restless
Of those sleepless
Moonlight shines
Bathing everything it touches
In a glow as soft
As candlelight
All you have to do
Is close your eyes
Close your eyes
Rest your head
Let the dreams come
As they always do
Say goodbye
Say goodnight
Say a wish like you always do
Sweet lullabies
Weave their
Gentle sound through
Unbreakable placidness
Sleep descends slowly;
Like a leaf falling in Autumn
Soft whispers
Gentle breezes
Still the last of the dreamless
All you have to do
Is close your eyes
Close your eyes
Let the world fade
Let sleep come
Like it always will
Say goodbye
Say goodnight
Say farewell
To the stars shining brightly,
Like they always will
poem by Autumn Winds
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Before I Close my Eyes
Before I close my eyes to sleep the last sound I must hear is your voice saying I love you.
Before I close my eyes to sleep the last thing my lips must press up against is yours.
Before I close my eyes to sleep the last thing my eyes must gaze upon in yours.
Before I close my eyes to sleep the last touch I must feel is the warmth of your embrace.
I must do all these things before I close my eyes every night because tomorrow is not promise, and if tonight should be my last night I want it to end with you.
The Mirage Beyond
what is in your mind?
a house to build,
a path to make
that which brings you
to a home
a clear pond
where you soon must bathe
and cool your skin
a tree full of leaves
sturdy barks and
strong trunks
a place for you to
rest
perhaps you are thinking
about death
and all of those who find
you still useful
shall knock the wood.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And The Grass Won't Pay No Mind (Undubbed Master)
Listen easy, you can hear God calling
Walking barefoot by the stream
Come on to me, Your hair's softly falling
On my face as in a dream
And the time will be our time
And the grass won't pay no mind
Saying nothing, lying where the sun is
Baking down upon our sides
My lips touch you, with their soft wet kisses
Your hands gentle in reply
And the time will be our time
And the grass won't pay no mind
Child, touch my soul with your cries
And the music will know what we've found
I, hear a hundred good-byes
But today I hear only one sound
The moment we're living is now
Now now now now now now now
Young bird flying, and a soft wind blowing
Cools the sweat inside my palms
Close my eyes, hear the flowers growing
As you lay sleeping in my arms
And the time will be our time
And the grass won't pay no mind
No the grass won't pay no mind
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Missing You
It's been a while since I saw your smile,
Never seen your face but I felt your grace,
From a distance your gaze,
Your eyes, they warm my heart,
What a great place to start!
In my heart, always,
Always a place for you,
A quiet space,
What a beautiful place!
Lost in time, no rhythm nor rhyme,
Until at last,
We find the peace we deserve,
To live, breathe and to serve,
So when you think of me,
Remember to feel free,
Live life through freedoms door,
Know that I will love you evermore,
I will see you in a quiet room,
A dark corner where you light the gloom,
In a moment of silence, a quiet breath,
Moves us one step further from death,
Sometimes I feel there can be no end,
As long as our hearts mend,
A soul that is your friend,
Then the light of love will know no end.
26 June 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Drowning
My smile has been declined
The laughter in my world silenced
I feel stone weights around my ankles
And tomorrow seems like a year away
I feel blocks of cement on my shoulder
And waves of muddy water pulling me under
I travel close to walls and windows
And in quiet moments my breathing ceases
I yearn for bodies of crystal clear ice cold water
Waves of surrender shattering my soul into pieces
Pieces that will start new life in a different place
A place where every sunrise will renew my life
I want to dance on the ground of oceans
Embrace the shadows of shipwrecks
Float in the nothingness of currents
Be caressed by wild flocks of sea grass
Surrounded by soft masses of liquid
I could find reason in a world of pain
Then I wake up to the dawn of a new morning
And no thoughts of drowning remain
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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The Sad Mother
Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.
Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.
May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.
poem by Gabriela Mistral
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When you believe
Believe in the unseen
and they will be revealed, before your eyes
believe in the impossible,
possible will they be in your own hands
believe in the unthinkable, they will be real
in your own mind and world
When you believe in the positive
the world is clear, so bright and so enjoyable
the world becomes a better place to stay
when you believe there is
a yesterday, a today, and a tomorrow
all is crystal clear
All needed is the strength to paddle
through all the goodness
believing is the best way to go.
poem by Kente Lucy
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A Week From Today
A week from today it will be the sixth anniversary of the day the towers crumbled.
A week from today the vivid pictures will flash across the television screen remind us of that day.
A week from today mothers, fathers, sons, daughter, friends and even strangers will gather at ground zero and weep as they remember the death the saw that day.
A week from today the President will get on television as we are grieving and remind us this is the reason we’re in Iraq.
And a week from today just like today I will look at my television and yell to the president that is bullshit. You SOB you used our anger and hunger for vengeance of that day to make us believe war is the only way to fight terrorist.
My heart goes out to all those who died from this war and those who died on what will be six years ago A week from today.
The timetable of four
The golden glows of sunlight hit me
The smell of freshly cut grass reached me
The sight of freedom exhilarated me
The sounds of birds intrigued me
The beauty around me radiated from everything
The long open stretches of grass
The shady woodlands going on and on
The unending number of livening creatures
The cawing raven in the tree branches
The worm busily digging in the soil
The fish swimming idly in the pond
The child playing happily in the park
It is summer now but soon it will change
Soon it will change
Soon it will change into Autumn
I’ll still be in my tree
The children are playing in the heaps of leaves
The leaves have all gone a golden colour
The ravens are searching for bugs in the leaves
The fish are swimming slower in their pond
It is Autumn now but it will soon change
Soon it will change
Soon it will change into Winter
I’ll still be in my tree
There are no children playing
There are no leaves on the trees
The ravens have all gone south
There are no fish in the pond
It is Winter now but it will soon change
It will soon change
It will soon change into spring
I’ll still be in my tree
The children are starting to come back
The ravens are backing cawing in the trees
There is new fish in the pond
There are new buds on the trees
It is Spring now but soon it will change
Soon it will change
Soon it will change into Summer
I’ll still be in my tree
Waiting
Watching
Writing
Thinking