An Exploration
just seeing birds
migrating or
sailing with a friend
to a new land
elated by the wagging
of a dog's tail
a hammock world
rocking
all about a movement
a hum
this more to all these
there is
this whisper of the ear
to the eye
there is more to
the sound of
content,
there is more to sorrow
than joy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Best Friend
My alarm bark
Every morning
We're on the deck
Then back inside
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My protector
I know that bark
A warning to all
Someting isn't right
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My foot warmer
You sat by me
Content and happy
Just to be there
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My listener
You heard me
Tell those stories
Time and again
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
poem by Paul H Nelson
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Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.
Round & Round
Well, the joint was rocking
Going round n round
Yeah, reeling and a-rocking
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped rocking
til the moon went down
Well it sounded so sweet
I had to take me a chance
I rose out of my seat
And had to dance
I started moving my feet
And clapping my hands
Yeah, we kept on rocking
Going round n round
Yeah, reeling and a-rocking
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped rocking
til the moon went down
About twelve oclock
When the place was packed
The front doors were locked
I said the place was packed
When the police knocked
Those doors flew back
But kept on rocking
Going round n round
Yeah, reeling and a-rocking
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped rocking
til the moon went down
Yeah
About twelve oclock
Around lock up time
Well, the doors were locked
Said the place was packed
When the police knocked
Those doors flew back
But it kept on rocking
Going round n round
Yeah, reeling and a-rocking
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped rocking
til the moon went down
Yeah, it kept on rocking
Going round n round
Yeah, reeling and a-rocking
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped rocking
til the moon went down
song performed by by David Bowie
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Round And Round
Well, the joint was rocking
Going round 'n' round
Yeah, reeling and a-rocking
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped rocking
'Til the moon went down
Well it sounded so sweet
I had to take me a chance
I rose out of my seat
And had to dance
I started moving my feet
And clapping my hands
Yeah, we kept on rocking
Going round 'n' round
Yeah, reeling and a-rocking
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped rocking
'Til the moon went down
About twelve o'clock
When the place was packed
The front doors were locked
I said the place was packed
When the police knocked
Those doors flew back
But kept on rocking
Going round 'n' round
Yeah, reeling and a-rocking
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped rocking
'Til the moon went down
Yeah
About twelve o'clock
Around lock up time
Well, the doors were locked
Said the place was packed
When the police knocked
Those doors flew back
But it kept on rocking
Going round 'n' round
Yeah, reeling and a-rocking
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped rocking
'Til the moon went down
Yeah, it kept on rocking
Going round 'n' round
Yeah, reeling and a-rocking
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped rocking
'Til the moon went down
song performed by by David Bowie
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5: 31a.m.
i am again listening to the sound
of the cock crowing
the silence of the jalousie window
still closed from the morning light
the faint sound of the radio in
the kitched where the housemaid does
the cooking and the cleaning
the sound of the broom
cleaning the garage and the sliding
of the rags wiping the car
the little brown dog arrives
from a kitchen door that just opened
letting it in and here it comes
as i write this
licking my lap and wagging
its short tail
i am feeling like i am the master
of my world and i am not letting
it go like some sand slipping
through my fingers
i will take a bite of my own day
like the way i take the slice
of the sweet papaya
laid on a glass table
beside a toasted sandwich
a slice of bacon and a hot
black brewed coffee.
inside a chocolate porcelain cup.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let There Be Hope
Boats afloat,
across an ocean moat
Sailing away,
a tyrants torment
With joyous rapture,
T'ward a life content.
rickety, leaking boat
Let there be hope.
Boats of hope,
human tragedy afloat
Sailing away,
a homelands fear
On terrorful waves
Closer now, sanctuary near.
listing, ailing boat,
Let there be hope.
Boats without hope,
Human misery, afloat
Sailing away,
from a life content
With sorrow filled hearts.
recapitulated, now their torment.
Scuttled, sinking boat,
let there be hope.
Boats nae float,
beneath an ocean moat
Sailing away,
a savior of deception
An islands hopeless souls
shattered dreams of redemption.
Fractured, sunken boat
let there be hope.
Stop the boats afloat,
across an ocean moat
Sailing t'ward,
asylum signed veracious
People who pride, 'fair go '
ah, but leaders are mendacious.
Rickety, Leaking Shattered Boat
please, let there be hope.
poem by Phil Charters
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Beyond The Sea
Charles trenet (jack lawrence)
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing
Somewhere beyond the sea
He's watching for me
If i could fly like birds on high
Then straigt to his arms i'd go sailing
It's far beyond a star, it's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again i'll go sailing
Some sailing
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Know your friends
They're there to break your spirit
Any rumours going, they're in it
Embellished tales even though they're your kin
No restraint as they commit sin after sin
Ostracised..lonesome you
Life's so short, they've nothing better to do
A cold nose, wagging tail
Solace again comes to your aid
Honesty and integrity built in
The best friend you could ever want
They only wish to others you would grant.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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Just A Friendly Small Dog
Just a small brown and white jack russell with a stub for a tail
Yet when it comes to trust and loyalty his master he never fail
One who will never know of canine renown
Yet to his mentor he is the best dog in the town
With a ball or a stick he loves for to play
Just a friendly terrier friendly in every way
Yet his master with his life he'd defend
'Tis true what is said of a four legged friend
Respect for his master in love and devotion he does pay
At the gate to greet him home from work every day
With wagging stumpy tail and an excited bark
As if to say master take me to fetch ball in the park
Just a friendly small dog with a stump of a tail
But when it comes to devotion and loyalty he never does fail.
poem by Francis Duggan
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After All There Is No Route To This And That
after all these, you stand alone to be judged, and you think
this has something to do with content, your flesh and bone, your words
and deeds, the meaning of what you want to tell them,
you get it all wrong and the world of magic and imagination laughs
you have not done them wrong
you have not done them right either
you may not believe this and that
but rightly so, the passing wind, the flowing river, the moving sea
the breathing baby, the sleeping meadows,
all these, including the eternal movement of the galaxies,
the unbending light, the constant ebbing and growing of the tides
all these, must have given you the hint of the truth
it is in the flowing of the sound, it is in the journey
of all things and thoughts
these make our world, all these, not the content but the style
the art, not the words but how you sing it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am Sailing Alone
Out of nowhere, I dreamt to go
To a place where no one else go
Then, suddenly, I realized
That I’m sailing alone and despised
Gone with the wind, I tried to conquer to life
Yet, life has conquered me before I come to life
Who so will have me bear?
This miseries and pain I come to heir
Solely, out in the dark I used to hide myself
Feverish, I went out to the light
But, only I and I can carry out the fight
Against the ravishing waves the sore the ocean floor.
I did not face the life that surrounds the sea
And now I come to face a rather painful plea
For now, I’m so afraid to go back to my land
I am sailing alone across where I belong.
I am sailing alone, without someone to care
I am sailing alone, with all the thought to bear
No one else is here, for I am sailing alone
I am sailing alone, I am sailing alone.
poem by Jennie Bajamundi
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Drowing, not Smiling
Sorrow deepens as the waves
engulve the land.
I perch on thet forest floor and cry.
Water flows out of my view.
Birds deliberatly sit at the edge of my sorrow-
as dogs lick my sorrow away.
And i fly with the wind
like ghosts whom stare out
in the open sky.
Shortly the land beyond is covered
with tears of my soul.
I drowned in sorrow,
and soon the water evaporates
with the sun.
As i lie on my back
the unclouded eyes,
smiled joyously;
traces of sorrow were
to be found, on my soul-
yet i felt free, uplifted:
and i was not drowning-
but smiling.
poem by Celine Berghmans
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When Death Finds Me
Elated I have dived to the depths,
Found the beauty in a leaf,
Bathed in the rainbow,
Gloried in the dawn,
Found solace in the rain,
Run with the wind.
I have heard the voice of the hills,
Seen a world in a blade of grass,
Sung duets with the birds.
I have let the stream of life
Whisk me away....tumbling
Wash me in the exquisite,
When death finds me,
As he does all,
I shall not be sad, .........
But content, for I have lived.
P. H. Brookes Copyright.2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Introduced to Claim
I remember first noticing,
The mysteriousness...
Of a flower blooming.
The whiskers on kittens.
And a puppy's wagging tail.
I remember wondering,
How God made thunder!
Who and what was crying when it rained?
And when the Sun appeared,
A rainbow came with vivid colors I could name.
I remember walking near a pond,
And watching a frog hop out.
I then became quite curious.
Since I was told,
Only in ponds ducks swam about.
And as I grew older,
I loved to be among the trees.
When the seasons for me began to change,
In New England...
I thought as a child,
Mother Nature was doing this just for me.
I remember first noticing,
The mysteriousness...
Of a flower blooming.
The whiskers on kittens.
And a puppy's wagging tail.
Today as I age...
That same curiosity,
Seems to have remained.
With something new on my journey,
Introduced to claim!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sailing
Maybe tomorrow with the wind on my side
I will sail across the ocean
To the island of white, the sea is pink
Only one star in sight
Thats where Ill be going
Because Im searching for the light
There goes my mind again
It just cant stop its wondering around
Cause it wants to know everything that is going on
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time
Could be Id find promotion
Maybe I can be what my teacher was to me
He was a man giving the truth to me
Let me see for myself whats going on
Maybe soon I will see the great horizon
The velvet sails of my ship in the night
Give away the colors of the faces delight
Land ho was the cry of the day
As I turned to face the captain
When I heard a voice say
There goes my mind again
It just cant stop this wondering around
Cause he wants to know everything thats going on
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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To The Land
To the land of bribes,
To the land of telephones,
To the land of corruptions,
To the land of trains,
To the land of shops,
To the land of thieves,
To the land of connections,
To the land of drugs,
To the land of trucks,
To the land of cats,
To the land of Banks,
To the land of dogs, To the land of footballers,
To the land of dragons,
To the land of hope,
To the land of ice-cream,
To the land of potatoes,
To the land of chocolates,
To the land of tomatoes,
To the land of apples,
To the land of coffee,
To the land of lights,
To the land of ships,
To the land of birds,
To the land of tigers,
To the land of carpets,
To the land of pillows,
To the land of lions,
TO the land of toys,
To the land of horses,
To the land of beds,
To the land of roses,
To the land of love,
To the land of passion,
To the land of romance;
I never new women do snore until i married one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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At The End
in the ocean of
mercies
it is only you and the
dog
on the boat
fused are your visions
on a wagging
tail
on a tongue
hanging
on the air.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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To praise
Spring morning; air full of promise in the nostrils;
scents of flowers yet to bloom;
dew as diamonds on the grass stems;
sunshine on the hills across the river valley;
outside the rabbit hole, a terrier, crouched
on the scuffed reddish run-dust of a hundred paws;
focussed, completely still, every muscle ready and alert;
ear occasionally twitching at some movement underground;
now, all things are praise.
To live with praise, to live in praise,
to know; be blessed; be full;
joining, giving back, taste of that
which satisfies beyond all else;
then, dare to speak it: hear within the voice
knowledge of eternity in living now;
today, all things are praise.
The terrier, full five minutes still,
knows the rabbits knowing him;
gets up as if there’s nothing in the world
but this moment; scampers, wagging tail;
glances towards you, as if to share
the joy of dogginess and paw and earth;
a sudden move of breeze, off the still sea down there
to bless the land; the view quietly sparkles as if to say,
you will remember this all your life
because a moment speaks eternity;
today, all things are praise
poem by Michael Shepherd
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