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And the Child Draws a World

the teacher asks the child to draw
The world
& the universe

And the child with his Mongol pencil
put a dot
for a start on his clean white bondpaper

(& as his fingers are clumsy
His hands still shaky)

he makes a stretch of a crooked
line

Stretching
& occupying almost all the space of the paper
To make a
Crooked circle

His world

And for his universe
He draws five little stars
crude
A crescent moon A comet moving In a blank space

A space rocket
Is drawn
On the top page in propulsion

A crooked circle The lines hardly meet At a common point
For a world

A little blank space For the universe

And where is God there?
The teacher asks him

You gave no instruction, sir. The child answered.

But He is there, the Child thinks.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The unwritten is also there

a blank paper
limitless as space
to fill the knowledge
here and beyond
and words of God
here, the learned plot
the stars, moon and universe
day and night

to the untutored
the blank paper might
as well be carrying space
limitless, enthralling
yet not fathomable
reachable

the blank page
catches the
essence of the mind
the written is there
the unwritten also there
if you could read
between the lines
if you could sense
the universal mind
the waves at sea
afford only a little view
of the power of the wind

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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God Works in Circle

a ball lover
is our god
a soccer player
he is
the whole universe
his field
the planets,
the stars,
our earth
all shuttling
through space
like balls
shove from
one corner
to the other
our heads,
our eyes,
the balls
that the gods
give us
to play
all
the games
in his world
the moon
in its
lunar journey
round and round
good and bad
too come
in a circle
what goes around
comes around
kindness begets kindness
do bad and
it comes back
in a circle
cos our god
is a lover of
a ball game
start walking anywhere
in the universe
and you get back
to your own place
cos our god
loves the circle game
the circle game
the circle game

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Couple Needs Space

Force the two of them, a couple of travellers,
To seek the ends of the universe,
In search of treasure that is appealing,
The very jewels most sparkling and bright like stars.

Conquer the living space and the living become dead.
You need the Universe and all it contains, all it maintains.
Living space is the rule of one's promenade.
One does think of two stars, the couple who revolve around-
Husband and Wife travel to the leagues of space,
And they do need space. All the Space.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Unmoved Mover, see who am I!

The Unmoved Mover!

The universe that moving,
The universe that is changing,
The universe that is playing,

Projecting and hiding,
Playing that hide and seek,
Who is that hides and who is that seeks,

Who is that moving the infinite universe?
The one, who that can Be moved by prayers,

Does he really move,
And can He move, before He move worlds for us?

He is infinite, filling all space,
Can he move the universe,
can he move it without the space
Can He move it without 'Time'
When He fills the space,
how can he move himself
or how can he move something in space?

He is the Unmoved Mover of universe,
He himself created room,
He Himself moved Himself in Himself
Creating Himself the time and space,
He Himself manifested at different points
And keeping space between these points,
Infinite He split himself into elements
five or a few
And created particles and forces between,
That expanded matter and space,
Created events,
so that the time has any meaning,

He Himself became nucleotides and cells,
Joined them as building blocks,
To build house for himself,
And became homesick always,
Yet wept for his lost glory and beauty,

Wanted to have back all that lost and hide,
When He was busy in building a nest for own!

He was thinker without brain,
And He is that,
He is I am,
'I am' is he,

If you ask 'who are you thee and
where are you thee? '
He replies, Iam tree in this tree,
I am the stone in this stone,
I am the star in this star,
Iam the air in atmosphere,
Iam the water in rivers and ocean,
I am the bacteria in this bacterial house,
Iam the bull in this bulls body,
I am the grass at your feet,
I am you in your body,
I am that in which I feel,

When you ask me who are me,
I say I a proud Hindu,
Or I say I am a proud sikh
Or I am a proud muslim
Or I am proud Christian,
Or A proud Aryan But I fail to say,
I am humble human,
Iam like point in infinite
universe, and is a child of God, all
are his children, so we are
brother and sisters!

And I am that infinite when I am in my own infinite glory and infinite beauty!
Look through you, I look at myself,
Look around, I look at myself from all around,
Look I am talking to myself,
I am that call myself as you when I see from that point from this point of space and time, both which have no existence without my folly in wisdom or wisdom in folly!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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And then the paper is dirty

You start with a clean sheet of paper
Write some words, scribble, draw some lines
Some curves, sharp lines, tangent to bold
Lines, and rough sketches of faces and
Bodies, thin lines that get crooked from
End to end of this limited space,
You doodle, you get wild with so
Many lines unimaginable, senseless,
The paper finally looks dirty,
And you do not like it, you crumple
It and throw it in a waste basket,

You get another clean sheet,
And this time, you think what is
It really that you want to make
Out of this new clean sheet of paper.

You think, you ponder, and you need
More time this time not to waste
This clean, glossy sheet of paper.

I think you are doing well with your life.
You see you are supposed to be careful

Every word is delicate and every paper
Is actually accounted.

Never mind guilt, set it aside for a while.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Primal Death

Space
Time
Space
Travel
Raining
Ai ming
Space
Time
Space
Expanding
Un iting
Increasing
Space
Time
Space
Sweeping
Restraining
Stretching
Space
Time
Space
Wrestling
Throwing
Throwi ng up
Space
Time
Space
Falling
Sinkin g
Overturning
Space
Time
Space
Whi rling
Space
Time
Space
Disturbing
Space
Time
Space
Whirring
Space
Ti me Space
Erring at
Nothing

poem by August Stramm
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Lotus-flowers

Lotus-flowers

Naked I am before The Author of Life
-the child of nature’s birth and death

Imperfect I am before The Great Mind
-the child of passion’s limited to earth

Rebellious I am before The Truth
-the child of desire clothe with pride

Vicious I am before The Law
-the child of deceit and endless lies

Avaricious I am before The Master of All
-the child of corrupt and distorted image of life

Nauseous I am before The Ancient One
-the child of folly, ignorant antagonist

And I am the pilgrim before the God of the Universe
-the ‘you’ and the ‘I’ across time and space

Note:
Inspired by the teaching on “Nirvana”

poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Blank Walls

it is time to have blank walls
something to start with
where you are more careful with
what to write and
what to draw

you think twice, thrice
before you start your scribbles for
you once drew a cat
and it didn't work well with the dog
which she drew first

you should have talked to her
so everything that you plan
to put on this blank wall
might as well have harmony

& peace & beauty, like the way
she painted her own blank space
with all black colors, and she gave you
an impression of the darkest night

you tried to put some stars and
a full moon to brighten the darkness
of her thoughts, and perspectives

she did not like it
she was in deep mourning, she was very sad
depressed with what happened
when she was a young girl in their house

she set aside the stars and she told you she hated the moon
and you kept your silence and opted to put there the whispers of
wind and the hush of the sea

again she did not like it
the wind made her vomit and the sea made her very sick till

you finally gave up
with the way the blank wall had been painted
and the manner by which she wanted to take it all to herself
you know what was really proper

you said there is still a blue boat on the blank wall
and it is leaving soon finding a new world..... now sailing on

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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NASA was going to pick a public school teacher to go into space, observe and make a journal about the space flight, and I am a teacher who always dreamed of going up into space.

quote by Christa McAuliffe
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Tabula Rasa

this is a blank wall
or as you wish it, this could be a blank page,
or you may consider this
a blank mind of a child and
you will be teaching him
some things for the first time,
go, scroll, and find something,

do you remember now, why the child is still in pain?
why the walls are stronger? why the blank page still have stains
of blood in there?
some sad memories that refuse to leave?

don't lose hope, there are still more blank spaces of the mind
imagine it to be some kind of a sky
now, put the stars and the moon, and try wishing

someth ing nice and beautiful
like a boat filled with flowers and some light and then silently it sails
on a very peaceful sea like a fine silky cloth covering the dining table
to the place that you always dream to live

forever.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The theory and remedy

Time in a billion years after
Shall cease
And everything grinds to a halt,

Do you not feel the distant stars
Moving faster away from you?

Things move away rapidly
Stars explode
On the fringes of this universe
Shooting through space

Jump then to another
Universe
Before ours gets used up

The luxury of worrying
About our age

Shall now dissipate
On a rundown universe

At any rate why
Worry? I do not intend
to go 60
33 was just perfect.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tuning Into Something Wild

Key:-
"a" - anita
"r" - ray
A: tuning into something wild
A: like a comet from space
Like a slap in the face
You can feel it coming
Like a push in the back
Turning white into black
You're feeling something wild now!
A: you're feeling something wild now!
R: hey precious, hey burning child
Time to tune to something wild
It's new, it's hot, it's all you're not
Don't turn back, it's all we've got
You're breathless, you're out of step
Time to learn just what is hip
If you think you're in a jumble
That's the way the cookie crumbles
A: tuning into something wild
Tuning into something
A: like a comet from space
Like a slap in the face
You can feel it coming
Like a push in the back
Turning white into black
You're feeling something wild now!
R: wilder and wilder
A; you can feel it coming!
R: well, maybe so-- we're in a mess
World gone wrong but don't forget
There's a groove that makes you wonder
How the hell they sample thunder
It's glorious, it's boom, boom, boom
Bless the noise that shakes the room
If you think we're getting milder
Brace yourself for something wilder
A: tuning into something wild
Tuning into something
A: like a comet from space
Like a slap in the face
You can feel it coming
Like a push in the back
Turning white into black
You're feeling something wild now!
A: like a comet from space
Like a slap in the face
You can feel it coming
Like a push in the back
Turning white into black
You're feeling something wild now!
A: hey yeah
R: brace yourself!
Brace yourself!
A: tuning into something wild
Tuning into something wild
Tuning into something wild
A: like a comet from space
Like a slap in the face
You can feel it coming
Like a push in the back
Turning white into black
You're feeling something wild now!
A: like a comet from space
Like a slap in the face
You can feel it coming
Like a push in the back
Turning white into black
You're feeling something wild now!
A: like a comet from space
Like a slap in the face
You can feel it coming
Like a push in the back
Turning white into black
You're feeling something wild now!
A: like a comet from space
Like a slap in the face
You can feel it coming
Like a push in the back
Turning white into black
You're feeling something wild now!

song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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The Eyes of a Child

When I was young
so very small
the world was a huge place of wonder
it was a vast universe of endless possibility
then I grew old, so very tired
and I knew what it was all about
the love ran cold
the heart not so bold
the limits began to show their ugly heads
the eyes of the child still remain
I still look at the world the same
even with jaded glasses
Are you still a child
with dreams run wild
or have you given up on all?
Summon your will,
the child remains with you still
and as we know
a child will lead us.

poem by Samael Wolf
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No Poem In Here

this is a blank space reserved for an obituary of a dead poem

prose claims a space though in another glossy page.
plese turn to the next page
those non-poets like me please transfer to another room
this place is for dead poems for those who killed living poems this page this space is reserved for all of them.

we non-poets are moving out to another empty page
about to be added, if you can wait, mr. poet...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The theory and remedy

Time in a billion years after
Shall cease
And everything grinds to a halt,

Do you not feel the distant stars
Moving faster away from you?

Things move away rapidly
Stars explode
On the fringes of this universe
Shooting through space

Jump then to another
Universe
Before ours gets used up

The luxury of worrying
About our age

Shall now dissipate
On a rundown universe

At any rate why
Worry? I do not intend
to go 60
33 was just perfect.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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(Childhood poems) The soul of the world

The child is
the soul of the world
On the continued good life
of the infant lies
The salvation of the world
The well cared for child is
the safe haven of the universe
On life's continued survival
Hangs the crucial safe
upbringing of the unmolested child
The child is the Heaven of the earth
the baby cannot grow up to be
The man or the woman who wins
despite the obstacles where
The world is polluted by tribal
chauvinism and ethnic madness
And the stockpiling of the weapons
of mass destruction and the flourishing
Of mercenary bandits and killer squads
The child is the rock of our spiritual
happiness and our mental health
Make the world safe for the child
and you will see the earth grow
And love and prosper better and faster

poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Across the Universe

This was inspired by the Beatles song of the same name

Words are flowing out like endless streams into a paper cup
They stand and sigh and soon they slip away
Across the universe
Through tomorrow drains today an open mind locked in a grave
Unwilling to relinquish me

*Jai guru deva, nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world

Images of broken light which dance before me like
A million eyes they blink and I am gone
Across the universe
Desperation touches joyous feelings fluttering about
From here to there and in between they’re lost
Across the universe
*
Vision walking in a life unfurled within a restless void
Unlimited and bound to none they run
Across the universe
Dreams left sleeping in a space awakened by a crying heart
I'm patiently waiting for me
Across the universe

poem by P.R. Prosper
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Space Child

Goin through pages
And lookin down lines and lines
Space of your life is only passing you by
Space child ages as he turns and faces the lie
Then after laughter was caught in his throat as he died
Fly on homeward
Worlds spinnin by brings clouds in your eye tonight
The space of your life is only passing you by

song performed by by Ufo
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A teacher is the best artist of the child

A teacher is the best artist of the child
He is also the builder of a strong Nation,
If his art fails the statue, this child will be wild,
Then, what about the future of our Nation?
Negligent teacher's children become bad,
This is a mysterious hit to him by Nature,
A good teacher does his duty what he had,
His children will be fine by the grace of God,
Teacher is blessed by God if he teaches well,
He should think that every child is his own,
Tomorrow before God every teacher has to tell,
In society a good teacher is well known,
A careless teacher is cursed to go to hell,
A good teacher lives with a honored crown.

poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Late Night Rubbish

Why am I up said the man
Sleep calls me but I remain silent
Like death at a party
Only alil heavier
Maybe it's all the hair
Then again
Maybe it's all the stress
Built up like a skyscraper
Only I don't touch the sky
I only dream of doing that
Ill scrape the sky clean and move on to outer space
Where being alone
Is nature
Do I belong with the stars?
Doomed to one day destroy myself
And everything close by?
Naw
I belong where I am
To make a difference
Without me the world would be different
How?
I can't explain
But the you in a different
Universe could
And should
In a universe somewhere
I know I am king
Which makes me royalty
Not like the burger guy
More like the
Kill hundreds of people dude
And conquer
And conquest
Only to be assassinated
But by that time
I'd be ready
Who better to kill a king then himself?
The throne dies with me
But enough of that
Multiverse a can be confusing
Maybe I'm the universe where I'm ugly
Depressing
But if that is true
It must be the universe where
I'm confident also
Unless
I'm in distress
I do confess
When I stay up thoughts get deep
I wish there was less evil and more good
I can't sleep
But I wish I could.

poem by Jeremy Rascon
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