At The Beach One Early Morning
i see indifferent soft sands
i feel the fineness of their being in my palm
i bury my thoughts there
my hands holding on
to what is falling out of my grasp
the waves murmur
so envious about my silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pre-Existence
I laid me down upon the shore
And dreamed a little space;
I heard the great waves break and roar;
The sun was on my face.
My idle hands and fingers brown
Played with the pebbles grey;
The waves came up, the waves went down,
Most thundering and gay.
The pebbles, they were smooth and round
And warm upon my hands,
Like little people I had found
Sitting among the sands.
The grains of sands so shining-small
Soft through my fingers ran;
The sun shone down upon it all,
And so my dream began:
How all of this had been before;
How ages far away
I lay on some forgotten shore
As here I lie to-day.
The waves came shining up the sands,
As here to-day they shine;
And in my pre-pelasgian hands
The sand was warm and fine.
I have forgotten whence I came,
Or what my home might be,
Or by what strange and savage name
I called that thundering sea.
I only know the sun shone down
As still it shines to-day,
And in my fingers long and brown
The little pebbles lay.
poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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Autumn In My Mind
i guess the color must be
pastel
pastel yellow and the feeling
must be humid
or if not it is something soft
and yet dry
and the only motion
like what candice describes
in her poem
must always be the
falling and
falling
and falling
and falling
and
touching the ground
with so much silence
except the
murmur of the
wind
always passing by
and not
really remembering
anything
between us
but i always remember
yes, always,
the pulsating pain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Calais Sands
ON Calais Sands the gray began,
Then rosy red above they gray;
The morn with many a scarlet van
Leaped, and the world was glad with May!
The little waves along the bay
Broke white upon the shelving strands;
The sea-mews flitted white as they
On Calais Sands!
On Calais Sands must man with man
Wash honor clean in blood to-day;
On spaces wet from waters wan
How white the flashing rapiers play,—
Parry, riposte! and lunge! The fray
Shifts for a while, then mournful stands
The Victor: life ebbs fast away
On Calais Sands!
On Calais Sands a little space
Of silence, then the plash and spray,
The sound of eager waves that ran
To kiss the perfumed locks astray,
To touch these lips that ne’er said “Nay,”
To dally with the helpless hands,
Till the deep sea in silence lay
On Calais Sands!
Between the lilac and the may
She waits her love from alien lands;
Her love is colder than the clay
On Calais Sands!
poem by Andrew Lang
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Clarity
do not eat words
do not eat my poetry
do not attempt to chew it
do not swallow it whole like how a boa swallows the whole pig
take your time. look at it. from the first word to the last.
think of this poem as syllables, not as thoughts, not as my thoughts.
or your thoughts. think of this poem as a feeling.
a baby sleeping. a calm look at the eye. a stare.
a grip. a hand grasping another hand.
a breath suspended in cold air.
two hands in prayer. think of this as the sound of a distant bell.
an orange dressed monk walking at the shore.
a leaf falling on the white sand.
a last step on the trip.
a beginning of a dream.
do not think now. Feel the sands slipping from your fingers.
See the sands falling on the floor of the sand.
do not move. Do not swallow your saliva.
And then speak the first word of this line.
This i think is clarity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fame
Sometimes this sometimes that
Soaring is Fame in chariots
Sublimity and Notoriety
With wings to caress and sting
Brilliance, eminence-fineness
Rectitude, rank-fineness
Sublimity everlasting, caressing
Glory, grandeur, repute
Fraudulant, scandal-fineness
Deceit, dishonest-fineness..
Notoriety stinging, everlsting
Discredit, shame, oblivion
Few the first way
Few the other way
For so many no hay-day
For reasons many Fame 's far away
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Love's Seductive Touch
Hands held out for holding,
after being brushed away by pain.
Hoping to feel the warmth,
which only love can bring again.
They long to touch the body soft,
which is filled with love.
Have someone kiss each dainty palm,
and again know love’s seductive touch.
poem by David Harris
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Now And Forever
Graham Russell)
When love is new
And the world is not reaching for you
We try hard to hold it all
In our hands
But it slipped through
Like soft drifting sands
But drying the tears
Can build it all like new
CHORUS
Now and forever
Remember the words
>From my heart will always be true
Now and forever
Together and all that I feel
Here's my love for for you
Learning each day
That the right time was so far away
To tell you the things I knew
Now it's clear
That the moment
We searched for is here
And counting the years
Is all I want to do
CHORUS
Hold me as close
As love will allow
Until all your fears are gone
What has all passed
Is over now
I'm here with you
I'm here with you
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
CHORUS
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song performed by by Air Supply
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Now & Forever
(graham russell)
When love is new
And the world is out reaching for you
We try hard to hold it all
In our hands
But it slips through
Like soft drifting sands
But drying the tears
Can build it all like new
(chorus)
Now and forever
Remember the words
From my heart will always be true
Now and forever
Together and all that I feel
Heres my love for you
Learning each day
That the right time was so far away
To tell you the things I knew
Now its clear
That the moment
We searched for is here
And counting the years
Is all I want to do
(chorus)
Hold me as close
As love will allow
Until all your fears are gone
What has all passed
Is over now
Im here with you
Im here with you
Im holding on
Im holding on
Is my love for you
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Air Supply
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In His Silence
In His silence-
I can hear and feel His Spirit in
me
His silence-In
I can perceive His Instructions For me.
In His silence-
I can feel His Bosom embracing
me.
In His silence-
I can feel His Nail-Scarred
hands directing me.
In His silence-
I can feel He is touched with
my infirmity.
In his silence-
I know He will never leave or
forsake me.
In His silence-
I have life eternity.
poem by Sarah A. Bell
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Further To Fly
There may come a time
When youll be tired
As tired as a dream that wants to die
And further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Maybe you will find a love
That you discover accidentally
Who falls against you gently
As a pickpocket
Brushes your thigh
Further to fly
Effortless music from the cameroons
The spinning darkness of her hair
A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants everything
Sometimes Ill be walking down
The street and Ill be thinking
Am I crazy
Or is this some morbid little lie
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
A recent loss of memory
A shadow in the family
The baby waves bye-bye
Im trying, Im flying
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my light
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants soil as soft as summer
And the strength to push like spring
A broken laugh a broken fever
Take it up with the great deceiver
Who looks you in the eye
And says baby dont cry
Further to fly
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my sight
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
The rose of jericho
Soil as soft as summer
The strength to let you go
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Goodnight Till The Morning Sun
Walking
Walking upon white sands
Imprisoned by thoughts and narrow walls
That holds no comfort within right now
Walking
Walking beneath the sun
Yes warm
But feel embraced by the coldness
As hands touch loneliness
Down on hands and knees I go
To touch the warmth once more
But through clouds of smoke
I search for you
And the sun
Oh hear my voice upon the ocean
Within your dreams
Till the morning sun appears
And as sunshine warm your face
Open your eyes in joy
And know my thoughts are with you
But for now I am walking
Walking upon white sands
Imprisoned by narrow walls
And thoughts
That holds no comfort
But as I walk beneath the sun
Upon white sands within a dream
My heart belongs… to you
As I say goodnight
Till the morning sun.
poem by Robert Sheridan
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Beach Chairs
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the setting sun
holding hands and reminiscing
how it all begun
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the ships out on the sea
holding hands and smiling
together we're meant to be
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching people walking past
holding hands and knowing
that our love will always last
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the waves along the shore
holding hands we realize
our love is stronger than before
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the changing tide
holding hands with happiness
to be by each others side
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the sunrise
holding hands with tears of joy
there are no more good-byes
poem by Joyce Ebrecht
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On Your Shore
Strange how
My heart beats
To find myself upon your shore.
Strange how
I still feel
My loss of comfort gone before.
Cool waves wash over
And drift away with dreams of youth
So time is stolen
I cannot hold you long enough.
And so
This is where I should be now
Days and nights falling by
Days and nights falling by me.
I know
Of a dream I should be holding
Days and nights falling by
Days and nights falling by me.
Soft blue horizons
Reach far into my childhood days
As you are rising
To bring me my forgotten ways.
Strange how I falter
To find I'm standing in deep water
Strange how
My heart beats
To find I'm standing on your shore.
song performed by by Enya from Watermark
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Autumn
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Aching Eyes
aching eyes
bleeding heart
trembling hands
a storm within
entangled hair
wind sweeping
pain in my ass
scarred skin
another wound
blues and bruises
sands of silence
tower of ivory
ebony spaces
starless skies
faded moon
shattered pieces
of self
hands that want
to grasp
every broken
word, stuttering
existence
my friend
what writer's block
are you talking?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunshine And Flowers And Your Way Of Loving
susnhine, spreading sunshine, warming my face
spreading this warm caress to my body, my shoulders,
bathe
take the basins of sunshine in the cups of your hands
feel
close your eyes and feel the sunshine falling in your hair
running to your ears
then open your eyes
to the blooms of flowers, the roses and daffodils in the garden
where a chair is there
where you sit
looking at me, beside you, bathing to sunshine, closing my eyes
feeling the warmth of the gazes of your eyes, the pulse of your wrist
the palm
your hands running
slowly all over me,
sunshine and hands and eyes closing
opening to dazzling color and closing again
to the thoughts of love
of you always loving me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Dreamed.... (Hands)
i dreamed last night...
and all i could see were hands.
sometimes hard and calloused,
sometimes soft and feminine.
skilled hands, laborer's hands,
loving hands, nurturing hands....
fingers digging in the dirt,
fingers holding a pen.
fingers playing a piano,
fingers unbuttoning blouses.
hands extended, hands gripping the rope,
hands holding the shovel,
hands covered with resin.
hands folded in prayer,
hands balled into fists.
hands stuffed in empty pockets.
hands that define both history,
and destiny!
hands scarred and bruised,
hands covered with age spots.
hands that speak many languages.
hands that know mistakes, and failures.
hands that built fires,
hands that put fires out!
hands that wiped away tears,
that picked up trash,
and revealed souls....
whose hands?
my hands, your hands?
god's hands?
does it really matter?
hands engaged and involved,
in the very act of living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Fury Of Hating Eyes
I would like to bury
all the hating eyes
under the sand somewhere off
the North Atlantic and suffocate
them with the awful sand
and put all their colors to sleep
in that soft smother.
Take the brown eyes of my father,
those gun shots, those mean muds.
Bury them.
Take the blue eyes of my mother,
naked as the sea,
waiting to pull you down
where there is no air, no God.
Bury them.
Take the black eyes of my love,
coal eyes like a cruel hog,
wanting to whip you and laugh.
Bury them.
Take the hating eyes of martyrs,
presidents, bus collectors,
bank managers, soldiers.
Bury them.
Take my eyes, half blind
and falling into the air.
Bury them.
Take your eyes.
I come to the center,
where a shark looks up at death
and thinks of my heart
and squeeze it like a doughnut.
They'd like to take my eyes
and poke a hatpin through
their pupils. Not just to bury
but to stab. As for your eyes,
I fold up in front of them
in a baby ball and you send
them to the State Asylum.
Look! Look! Both those
mice are watching you
from behind the kind bars.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Stepping Into Something New This Summer
white sea spreading before me
so silky
tiny ripples of the wind
from a far
bringing some stories
from the other island
some leaves fall from
the pitogo tree
some flowers pink and white
lay on the shore
white sands of silence
and peace
soft whispers of the winds
seeping in my skin
i am barefoot
i am naked down to the waist
i am waiting
for the sun to descend upon the bosom
of the horizon
i am dreaming of palm trees
soft winds
of summer
a door opens in my mind
i get in
stepping into something new this summer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sundown
Your the pearl in the quicksand
You sink without a sound
Im the girl with the tiny hands
Planted underground
Your the dream, Im the dreamer
In the dream your still around
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
Your the bleach
When everything went black
The relief I found
Your the sliver of hope in my lap
Your soft, warm, round
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
Falling down
Falling down
Goodnite moon
Goodnite mush
Goodnite ladies saying hush!
Goodnite moon
Goodnite mush
Goodnite ladies saying hush!
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
See the sun falling down
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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