Another Dusk
like distant boats at sea
not wanting touches of foams and sand
i lie here in this strangeness
of beach and bench
sunburned and feigning to be happy
in the cottage there is a woman
far from me
she knows what is it in me that closes and opens
nothing but doors
all the groans and moans she make
are unnecessary
the grunts and punches
she could be thinking of another town
or another man
her eyes as you see may be filled
with wounds
pain stings her like red ants
i watch her and then i step forward
to meet another dusk
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Is Something In Us Always
there is something in us always
that closes and opens like fingers
there is something inside that watches
for love, and waits, and anticipates,
something that feels home, and
goggles for familiarity, and when it
finds it, it opens so confidently,
unmindful of any pain, expectant
of the excitement, promised and
betrayed, and mourning, and then
there is something in us that closes,
no matter what, it is still closed,
despite the death of time, it still
closes upon itself, curling, thickening
unwilling, wanting to die, but couldn't.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Beautiful Day (2)
no rain
dews have dried up
no ripples from the pond
air still
leaves are glossing
to the sun
sky is clear
fogs gone
the window opens
to the garden
of daffodils
the sea is silky blue
no foams
seagulls fly to the north
boats sail to
deep oceans
the ants gather
morsels
and the grasshoppers
and crickets
join in the singing
welcome a brighter new day
for the darkness is gone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Perfect Summer Holiday
To strole and do it my way
Will make a perfect summer holiday,
As you walk two steps forward and one step back
On dream time beach speed you sure will lack,
After all that effort lay on the golden sand
Then think ain’t all this grand,
View the expanse of the deep blue yonder sky
To watch the seagulls call and just fly by,
Now close your eyes and your mind do not vex
Just hum a tune and wonder what not to do next.
These my friends are only facts,
On how to really just relax!
poem by Ken e Hall
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A Gentle Touch of a Doting Mother
Not a figment of one's imagination,
Is a life of another lived.
Nor can one explain a pain endured.
Felt as others take this and theirs,
For granted.
Kept are these wounds to heal,
Alone.
Sometimes heard,
Are those moans and groans to hush.
With a wish for them to be gone.
Not a figment of one's immagination,
Is a life of another lived.
Nor can one explain a pain endured.
Felt as others take this and theirs,
For granted.
Some dismiss a gentle touch of a doting mother.
The ones unfortunate to know what this is.
Some dismiss the hugs given with kisses.
The ones not missing,
The nourishment a providing of this gives.
Kept are these wounds to heal,
Alone.
Sometimes heard,
Are those moans and groans to hush.
With a wish for them to be gone.
And a healing of a pain eventually goes,
Away.
Some dismiss a gentle touch of a doting mother.
The ones unfortunate to know what this is.
And those who are,
Fortunate...
To know and/or remember,
Know memories of 'mama' within them linger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Dog
I’m a happy dog at the beach
If I had the power of speech
I would tell you all
To throw my ball
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
There are no new tricks you can teach
I’m bouncy and glad
And my tail wags like mad
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
My joy is always in reach
Whatever the talk
It’s the best place to walk
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
As I hear the seagulls screech
I chase and I bark
Long into the dark
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
And I don’t want to start to preach
But if you ask me
The best thing to see
Is a happy dog at the beach
poem by Flying Lemming
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When It's Summertime
When it's Summertime,
The people love the heat.
And the weather's fine,
To please those on the beach.
And...
Everyone feels they've been reminded,
Of...
A fun away from home,
To forget their groans and moans.
And...
Everyone feels they've been reminded,
Of...
A fun away from home,
To forget their groans and moans.
When it's Summertime,
The people love the heat.
And the weather's fine,
To please those on the beach.
And...
Everyone feels they've been reminded,
Of...
A fun away from home,
To forget their groans and moans.
When it's Summertime,
We are reminded of...
A fun away from home,
To forget our groans and moans.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your grief....
Your grief for what youve lost holds a mirror
up to where you're bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look and instead,
here's the joyful face youve been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expand
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.
Your grief....
Your grief for what youve lost holds a mirror
up to where you're bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look and instead,
here's the joyful face youve been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expand
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.
Baby, I Love You
Broken glass littered the floor
I stared at the maroon pool
Glass boats floating about
Numb
For once
I didn’t feel the pain
The pain of losing you
The pain of ending you
The pain of breaking you
The pain of loneliness
A slight blur settled
Among my thoughts
The pretty glass boats
Fascinate me
Baby, I don’t know how
I don’t know why
But somehow
I don’t need you
I want you
You’re a forgotten letter
And just before
The curtain closes
The darkness settles
Your beautiful eyes
Remind me
I can’t escape the pain
It’s always there
And one more thing-
Baby, I love you
poem by Jennifer Sollmann
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The Unfriendly Woman Next House
i met a woman
at the cottage by the beach
with a daughter
who by her acts love being
unfriendly
i must have misunderstood her
right to privacy
i understand it now
for like me she must have been nurturing
a wound
rubbing it with the balm of grief's silence
leaving it to the cares of time
believing that no word from another can heal it
no concern can cure it
that what hurts should better be left to the care
of themselves
automatically healing without
anyone's unnecessary intervention
when we meet i look the other way
as a sign of respect for her chosen indifference
perhaps it works for her
so many times over and over again
perhaps that is the same reason
why she is in this place
isolated but never ostracized
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Paumanok Picture
TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting--they discover a thick school of mossbonkers--
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
beach, enclosing the mossbonkers,
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand ankle-deep
in the water, pois'd on strong legs,
The boats partly drawn up, the water slapping against them,
Strew'd on the sand in heaps and windrows, well out from the water,
the green-back'd spotted mossbonkers.
poem by Walt Whitman
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His Love Rejected
his pain is still there when she said no.
the pain of rejection
his pain spreads like cancer throughout his body.
he is sick, and he does not want to say a word about his pain.
he wants to continue living though as a matter of an obligation.
the parents that he loves, the friends that he likes to be with.
her picture.
yes her picture is the one left for him.
he gazes upon her lips and kisses them like he is a passionate lover
loved by her.
he touches her hair, her cheeks, her neck, he dreams of her body
and makes love with her.
it is all in the mind, he says to himself on dark nights.
he closes his eyes and dreams of her
inside his dream she becomes a dove
he looks at her but it will just be that
just that.
he devises no traps, or concocts magic potions so she may love him
in return, or cage so he may trap her in his sole gaze forever,
he keeps his hands on his side his feet on the right ground
he opens his heart like a window looking out to sea
he is in pain and keeps on chanting he loves this dove very much
but still, still even
inside his dream, he wants her to fly and be happy and be peaceful
and be so free
away from him.
he keeps his tears inside his pockets.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When The Lord Closes The Door
(kinky friedman & jeff shelby)
When i find myself alone in my house and in my head
And i blow the candles out and i take myself to bed
And i'm old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
When sleep closes my eyes and sends me searching for you
And i'm feelin' blue as the sky without your love to carry me through
And i'm weak enough to be afraid but strong enough to let it show.
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
Baby i'm a gypsy boy, i'll ride the night until
I come to you like moonlight through your raggle-taggle window sill.
When you find yourself alone in your house and in your head
And you blow the candles out and you take yourself to bed
And you're old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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I Become Restless
O, lord why do I become restless
Why do I turn pale on my face?
I was staunch believer and truly followed
Why was I stopped and not allowed?
I bow down before you to find only tears
I forget my pain and think how you could bear?
All tortures and pain kept unto self
All wounds and scares given by the wolves
You uttered no words from mouth
Swore no reprisals and considered it not worth
Gave away only blessings for what they were doing
There was no use for convincing and wooing
Lord, I see the visible pain
Your eyes speak it with worries main
You are tired and tied in chain
All your persuasions not gone still in vain
I feel pain of each and every wound
Your pardon to ignorant seems very sound
Such exemplary feet is no where found?
I find anarchy and disbelief everywhere and all around
I have no guts to ask for any reprieve
I have missed all opportunities and deceived
How do I come to you for total forgiveness?
What moral courage do I have to see you and face?
I feel and weep from deep inside
I have come near to you to confide
I have taken vow with simple thought to decide
I shall lye low and never attempt to ride
How could I avail all luxury and feel happy?
You could easily make them happy and merry
You were like ocean and carried full sympathy
You were special messenger from almighty
My heart goes down with full grief
I can only meet eyes for very brief
As I know it will be a real test
I shall not stand good even if try very best
I want to touch your feet and only cry
I don’t want to go into reasons and ask why
It may not render all what I want as an answer
It will be done only when rain may hit my body with shower
I shall pick little calmness from divine touch
As everything has betrayed me as such
I shall stand to gain from hollow sky
I will look at it with opens eyes and try
Let me wash your feet with my sincere tears
I wish to see those eyes and passionately hear
You will murmur only one word
With that love I shall come out and look forward
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When The Lord Closes The Door (He Opens A Little Window)
(kinky friedman & jeff shelby)
When I find myself alone in my house and in my head
And I blow the candles out and I take myself to bed
And Im old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
When sleep closes my eyes and sends me searching for you
And Im feelin blue as the sky without your love to carry me through
And Im weak enough to be afraid but strong enough to let it show.
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
Baby Im a gypsy boy, Ill ride the night until
I come to you like moonlight through your raggle-taggle window sill.
When you find yourself alone in your house and in your head
And you blow the candles out and you take yourself to bed
And youre old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Written In Sand
Your eyes are the color of the sea
You look my way and the waves
Wash over me
Your body shivers with the
Fading light
You say, baby, lets just make
It last tonight.
And when the morning comes
You take me by the hand
And say our love is written in sand
Written in sand
We hear the ocean roar
Were swept away on to some
Distant shore
You whisper secrets of the heart
They keep us close when the
World keeps us apart
Until tomorrow comes
Time is on our hands
Because this love is written in
Sand
Written in sand
Solo
Nothing lies between
A woman and a man
When their love is written in sand
When their love is written in sand
When their love is written in sand
song performed by by Santana
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Two, three steps ahead before me
wonder i receive the dream that leads me to see the three steps
ahead before my first step landed in the sand, gaze i believe is
a footprint, slowly drifted to each feet passing wave along the
shore
the future never stop, moving forward where the direction of the
sun goes by, and the air that touches every high and low tide, the
heavens breathe moisturizing face of the clouds beneath the
cooling face of the sun
oh! let my foot gallops every feet i step, the endless distance take
me there, and my hands pointed me to reach; a place where my
feet has to take it rest, beautiful land that almost all have gone, so
friendly that every one want have to save, the hands that hold
every other hands to step, each footprint i take and lead me to a
little mark in the dunning sand, gently hold to my foot to the
dream land i want to step
open wide my inner pulse i remembered, the two feet i have, make
it three, sight comes so quickly, like lightning my eye have seen,
the two steps i touch, somebody carried me, and extra footprints
watches me, even angels touches my feet
the future is friendly; lovely to see, though it’s empty, but then full
of memory and easy, just leave it to God....the footprints you'll
see count it three.... two from God and one from the angel....and
sure you'll be carried away
be the first step in going to the Father's home; the very breath
you take, will takes you there and the paradise of today will soon
bring us to the future of no return
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Place Of Heaven On Earth
I look out my window
and let my dreams fly free
taking me to the paradise
I have always longed for.
Where the purple mountains
slope down to the sea.
Where fishing boats nudge at their moorings
waiting patiently to be set free.
Where a beach of sand
stretched as far as the eyes can see
and lovers walk arm in arm
under the moonlight at dusk.
A place of heaven on earth
where you can grow old
in grace and tranquillity.
A place of heaven on earth
where we would all
like to find and be.
24 September 2011
poem by David Harris
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Not Having the Power
What has been done...
I took it personal.
Thinking of myself too much at times.
Wanting more to give...
With less I have prejudged,
That you will from me accept.
And not caring at all,
If you need sometimes to step away.
Not only from me.
But all the chaos, confusion and hypocrisy.
It's all over the place.
And I find myself wishing I could erase it!
What has been done...
I took it personal.
Believing I'm some God's gift to the World.
Like a Mother Teresa,
With patience to listen to everyone...
From Alaska to Bangladesh!
Hugging those I meet,
As I trek from Juno...
To rowboat alone across the Bay of Bengal.
Arriving to find I have not enough to give,
To those in Chittagong.
Awaiting the treasures I have promised.
And my eyes fill with tears.
I get upset,
Regretting that it shows.
What has been done...
I took it personal.
Thinking of myself too much at times.
Wanting more to give...
With less I have prejudged,
That you will from me accept.
Not caring at all,
If you need sometimes to step away.
Not only from me.
But all the chaos, confusion and hypocrisy.
And that has to disturb you...
As much as it does me.
And I apologize...
For not having the power,
To remove that from your heart,
Or your eyes...
Or the lives of those I love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little Suzie
Got credit cards in my pockets
But I walk past bums all day
Why why why
I see dealers pushing poisons
But I have nothing to say
Why why why
I date two people at the same time
Knowing it is twice the sin
Why why why
Oh yes I have this little problem here I'm being vain again
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes the windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
I blew my paycheck getting real high today
Why why why
I lied and told my nephew that I had no more time to play
Why why why
I saw this lady gettin robbed I looked away
Why why why
I put my grandma in a home and made her stay
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes the windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
I give in church
But you are asking me where it really goes
Why why why
I could give more but I end up spending it on shoes and clothes
Why why why
I chew ice, look at my watch some Middle Eastern babies sold
Why why why
In the winter I have furs knowing some poor child is cold
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
What if the holy trinity was Christians, Muslims, Jews
Yet we bomb eachother for more coverage on the news
He was this he wasn't that he never touched the girl either way
Our messiah shall save the world
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about th war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
(singing la la la la la)
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about th war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
song performed by by Kelis
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