Annulment Everywhere
Liza says
it was her last option
otherwise she will simply be hurting herself
like poking a stone on her head
or stabbing her own heart
with her own knife
from her very own hands
last option: annulment
the man she says is irresponsible
incompatibility was discovered late
then follows Maila
again separated with a man sired her a boy
it is the boy that she loves more
and not the man
and so with Verna
she finally finds her man on top of another man
right in their conjugal bed
she could not fire a gun
that is her regret
the family court is constantly hammering
the gavel
for another annulment of marriage
and everyone seems happy
celebrations is occurring here and there
balloons are bursting
firecrackers on the month of June
my Emma is silent
perhaps disturbed by this legal turbulence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I tried to become a family man. I got married, but it didn't work out. After 22 months we got an annulment. Then I married an Italian girl, which resulted in an immediate annulment. I had two annulments by the time I was 23.
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A Turtle Thrown Into The River
they come to the house today
mother and son
the father who is so angry merely stays in their house
it is all about his wife filing a petition for annulment
of their 20 year-old marriage
she tells all the lies about his being happy-go-lucky
unmindful of her miseries
his drunkeness his womanizing his having no income at all
and he cries foul
that all these are not true
that he is psychologically incapacitated
the truth is
that he does not love her anymore
that she too is having an affair with an american who is financing the petition for annulment
who is now sleeping with her in their marital bed
i told him as he seeks my advice
admit all her lies and swallow all her false allegations
let her throw you away
as you too would like her to be thrown away to hell
let her throw the turtle with her two hands to the river
and then let her see how the turtle swims and sings to the comforts of its flow
the way they both want their lives to go and be free at last
from their mutual disappointments and hatred
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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about Alma
and then there was Alma,
a name which means soul.
she tells the story about her
son, how she gave birth
at such an early age, meeting
this chinese man,
who offered her a nice world
who promised her heaven.
it turned sour. The chinese man
left her. But she managed to
eke out a living for her son.
She raised him.
She files an annulment
two years and still undecided.
When the annulment is granted
she promises to invite us to her party
The motif? Wear the color of freedom.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happiness Is An Option
It is not easy
It is not easy
Looking from a window
At the edge of a house
At the edge of a town
Its grey like the day
When I lost it
Clouds overhead
I talked to a flower
That was almost dead
My body a prison
Why did I do it
Someone want me not to
But I still went through it
(living it upside, you gotta remember, that happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
Needed somewhere to clear my head
Find some strength a warmer bed
Maximum love in a minimal world
Id never achieved it
But then I believed it
So when I lost it - how
Im not sure - now
It was a strange feeling
Like a law repealing itself
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(giving it up, if you are giving it up, if you are giving it up)
I can wake up in the morning
And not believe what I see
Look in a mirror and think
If thats really me
I dont think I suit my face
Its not a catastrophe
Its more a philosophy
Like the russians wondering why
Were born under a blue sky
But die in a dark forest
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
This is neither old nor new
Its always forever
Somewhere between sense
And ambition
Pleasure and decision
We have to make a choice
What do we want
Everyone singing
war, what is it good for?
While planning the next one
I dont need to win
You dont have to loose
We can choose
Happiness is an option
(you can choose)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(chris: happiness is an option)
It is not easy
(no, it is not easy)
The war within us
(so war within us)
(so dont give up)
But it gets easier
(but it gets easier)
The more we learn
(the more we learn)
I dont need to win
(I dont need to win)
You dont have to loose
(you dont have to loose)
So dont give up
We can choose
Happiness is an option
(happiness is an option)
(chris: happiness is an option)
It is not easy
(no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
But dont give up now
(dont give up now)
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
(it is not easy)
Happiness is an option
(happiness is an option)
(if you are giving it up, if you are giving it up)
You dont have to loose
(you dont have to loose)
(if you are giving it up, you gotta remember)
We can choose happiness is an option
(we can choose happiness is an option)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Giving Up
Giving up will never be an option
in my life anymore.
I did it once before,
but will never do it again.
For years, I walked in limbo
after giving up on something I loved.
It got to a point where I lost myself
and travelled down many lonely roads.
Never will I do it again
and cheat myself that it was right.
Giving up will never be an option
as long as my body has life.
I have travelled down that road,
and know where the heartaches lie.
I have felt the isolation
and the lonely tears you cry.
Giving up will never be an option
and it should never be to you.
Where I have returned to life
so it can happen to you too.
A fire is never out
as long as one spark remains.
We should always remember that
in whatever we want to do.
20 June 2010
poem by David Harris
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Equal partnership
Marriage is a legal binding,
A societal commitment
And a seal of option.
Loss of freedom and birth of boredom.
Obedience to dictum.
Marriage turns a scary to men.
Empowerment of women
Has changed the concept of the marriage.
Tree and climber relationship is gone.
No equal partners can run smoothly.
15.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ows, You Opted To Be Free?
hmm, ok after a careful
analysis i believe you.
your option to be free
remains to be an option.
open ended and just like
any open ended question
it needs a very serious
presumption:
you know what prison was.
and you opted. you exercised an option.
i guess you were free
from the very beginning, otherwise
how can you ever have that option
to be free.
explain within
24 hours, why are you free
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When They Got Married
he was 35 and she was 33
he confessed and she said yes
they preferred a small chapel
so there will be lesser guests
enters the lady of discord
hmmm she says this marriage
will last for only two years
the two will surely split
reasons and more reasons
but the lady has a story to tell
she had pre-marital sex
lived with her man for only a year
and since then she hopped
like lady grasshopper from
one shrub to another
today we are on the twelfth year
of being married and being just
together
and we think about this love
that we want to last
this is not about time anymore
or marriage as an institution
or what our friend and relatives may say
this is not about the bed and board
this is not about sex
or compulsory support
or the fear of having to face
a family court for a legal separation
or annulment of this union
no, this is beyond all the predictions
and patterns of
a broken home
of today's phenomenon
where separation had become
a rule and we
are but the few exceptions
this had nothing to do
with battered wives
or henpecked husbands
or flying frying pans
and shattered wine glasses
unanswered emails
lonely breakfasts
late dinners
concealed bank accounts
unaccounted expenses
dreamhouses
and car change
and shortchanging
and hidden motives
inheritance and succession
dislike of poetry
and thrown plants
and broken pots
this is not about desire anymore
of bodies that wrinkle and shrink
this is not about modelling
not about a vision even of looking
at ourselves with fear
and forcing our eyes to a common direction
this is about love
it lasts and it takes us
through time that trickles
like rain and we do not even
know for how long
we just love
being together to places where we have not been yet
and back to places where we made memories
and to this place
where we are at home again
this heart
us
today we invited the lady of discord
she will come
how i like to see her smile
and i guess it must be dry
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deck Chair Blues - For lonely Deck chairs everywhere
There is nothing more distressing
Observing a deck chair that is bored
Always waiting for an attendant
Who will make them comfortable
It's quite a lonesome vocation
Laying still near the indoor pool
Standing at ease in white plastic
Waiting for the hours Renewal
Sometimes it will get a family
Breaking up a day's holiday
On others it could be a lawyer
Looking for a rest from the quay
But mostly it sits there forlorn
Marooned in somber etiquette
Immersed by riddling currents
Of Tropical ghost light silhouettes
For how will a lounge chair relax?
If it should remain unemployed
Constantly in need of a subject
To keep an annulment from the void
One day it will find contentment
Someone to fill in the right mould
Laughing in personal triumph
When it finds that person called home
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Lonliness Is An Option
Loneliness is an option.
One we all often choose.
Running away from what is good.
In the end you only lose.
Afraid of closeness and true love.
This option turns you to a slave.
Bitterness, heartache, hell incarnate.
Never sharing of yourself.
From fear of losing what you love.
Instead alone you will remain.
Choosing your own form of pain.
You want to love.
You want to give.
You're too scared of what you fear.
So this is the option you have choosen.
Alone without your true love spoken.
Loneliness is an option.
It leaves your life incomplete and barren.
Wishing all the time you could share your tender loving careing.
You're afraid, who's to blame?
It truly is a shame.
This option you may feel is best.
Remember though there's always happiness.
poem by Michael McParland
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PAPA knows best....
all you could have done
as a better option
is ask
Papa always knows best
He sees beyond
the longings of our hearts
He knows
you have failed again
but what do you get
from your lapses?
His compassion
His most understanding silence
That simply touches your
Hair again
Never, never for an instance
Hurting....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Talking Too Much
i have said so much
what follows next is regret
why i talk too much
the next thing is
reactionary silence
stubborn silence
chosen option
not to talk for a day
even if it is a case of
an emergency
there is fire in the house
and they're looking for the
fire extinguisher
and i know where i keep it
but i am not telling
because i have said so much
and i still have much regret
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Did You Say?
did you say that you married for the wrong reasons?
he, for his handsome face and bulging muscles
beneath that corduroy pants, her pleasure
she, for her delicate curves and porcelain skin
and silky hair, his heaven
and the days of marriage drag like someone so heavy
and sickly is carried away at bay,
conversations lapse, and caresses become boring,
and sleeping together has become nothing but routine
review what was there, each moment, each time of togetherness,
my oh my, both of you smile, feeling so happy...forever?
'this is marriage', you say it. You must say it again.
a happy marriage, because there is no other option, no choice.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Liza Jane
Well, I got a girl thats so good to me (woh, little liza)
Well, now she aint more than five foot three (woh, little liza)
Well, this little girl is so good to me (woh, little liza)
Yeah, this little girls nearly half of me (woh, little liza)
Little liza jane
Little liza jane
Little liza jane
Little liza jane
I got a girl, ? (woh, little liza)
Yeah, this little girl turn me upside down (woh, little liza)
Well, all of the little girls that I had (woh, little liza)
You know this little girl drives me to despair (woh, little liza)
Little liza jane
Little liza jane
Little liza jane
Little liza jane
Yeah, I got a girl who loves me true (woh, little liza)
Now she aint more than five foot two, yeah (woh, little liza)
You know this little girl is so good for me, yeah (woh, little liza)
You know this little girls nearly half of me (woh, little liza)
Little liza jane
Little liza jane
Little liza jane
Little liza jane
Oh yeah, I love her
Little liza jane
Well, Im coming back to me love
cause shes driving insane
When will I meet her
song performed by by David Bowie
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Little Liza Jane
Traditional
Where is my tambourine wait a minute I'll get your tambourine
Got my tambourine get your thing baby
What's wrong with you what is it you want
Can't forget my tambourine boy want a minute
This is a folk tune nad it's called Little Liza Jane
We get some rhythm started here and see what happens
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Come my love and live with me
I will take good care of thee Little Liza Jean
Come my love and live with me
I will take good care of thee Little Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Hambone Hammer where you've been
Down by the river making gin
I know a man that's three feet tall
Drink his liquor and has a ball
Saw him just the other day
He had a horse and a ball of hay
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Liza Jean Little Liza Jean
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Liza Jean Little Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
He took me to his great big town
Lots of people standing around
They were listening to a great big band
the bestest music in the land
I tell you once and tell you twice
Enjoy yourself and live your life
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Liza Jean Little Liza Jean
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Liza Jean Little Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
song performed by by Nina Simone
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For Lisbeth...
she surrenders finally
to the hands of marriage
forgetting finally her
disappointing struggles with
books and
peers and scales and
a litany of human cases
and supreme court decisions on the matter
'what is justice all about? ' her first question
who dares an answer that satiates her thirst for it?
no one.
the legal room finally ejects her
she is a plate of vomit
and she ultimately confesses
she misses
those nooks where people are
too serious
to be really true to themselves
for they must appear
like dead pillars
unswayed
to discomfort and
unconvinced about the power
of emotions
those flitting feelings are not
welcome here
sorry
so sorry to tell her that
she who cries
and grieves
and says this is a cruel world
where the fittest
too shall suffer
this is where people become stuffed animals
honored somehow for their
sacrifices
their frozen sweat and tears
eyes have no time for blinking
people's minds are sculpted
to objectivity
like stone or marble slabs
into pieces
of davids
she goes back to the door of the family
enters it and locks the door behind her
it is raining that time
and people have to shout to be heard
hugs her two kids
her mirror to her new world
a confirmation of her untapped genius
what a flattery!
I'll make a lie and tell her
you finally find bliss!
deep within me i am not at all impressed
this is the best world i got
and she is never a part of it
i will let her think
about something that makes her happy
i will not let her ask
if i am telling the truth
i don't have the time
neither does she.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Idle in June
She dares not let the world hear her speak,
She's getting thin and looking meek,
A grey hair is splitting in her widows peak
She lays idle in the month of June.
Her hands are cracked and stained from mud,
although she bathes in lathered suds
There's a little of me inside her blood
She lays idle in the month of June
She carries child at her old age,
She's stuck inside her fleshy cage,
Her father birthed her insidious rage
She lays idle in the month of June.
They locked her in a cell up high,
The crime of seeking suicide
Some women they are born only to die,
She lays idle in the month of June.
One day, I know, I'll see her soon,
How I loathe the month of June,
We'll met again come the next new moon,
I won't forget her, idle in the month of June.
poem by H.J. Shreeve
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No one will be forced to take the public option. The word option means choice.
quote by Valerie Jarrett
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Little Liza Jean
Traditional
Where is my tambourine wait a minute Ill get your tambourine
Got my tambourine get your thing baby
Whats wrong with you what is it you want
Cant forget my tambourine boy want a minute
This is a folk tune nad its called little liza jane
We get some rhythm started here and see what happens
I got a beau you aint got none little liza jean
I got a beau you aint got none little liza jean
I got a beau you aint got none little liza jean
I got a beau you aint got none little liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Come my love and live with me
I will take good care of thee little liza jean
Come my love and live with me
I will take good care of thee little liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Hambone hammer where youve been
Down by the river making gin
I know a man thats three feet tall
Drink his liquor and has a ball
Saw him just the other day
He had a horse and a ball of hay
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little liza jean little liza jean
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little liza jean little liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
He took me to his great big town
Lots of people standing around
They were listening to a great big band
The bestest music in the land
I tell you once and tell you twice
Enjoy yourself and live your life
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little liza jean little liza jean
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little liza jean little liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
song performed by by Nina Simone
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The final wisdom of life requires not the annulment of incongruity but the achievement of serenity within and above it.
quote by Reinhold Niebuhr
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