At The End Of The Day (2)
at the end of the day what thoughts shall i keep
what thoughts shall i discard
what to forget what to remember
at the end of the day when we see each other again
dine together on this carved dining table
and sit on these steady mahogany chairs
finally we sleep together in bed covered by thick blankets and soft pillows
then you lower the mosquito nets
do we not feel both being buried?
i honestly ask if you are still alive with me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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at the end of the day what thoughts shall i keep
what thoughts shall i discard
what to forget what to remember
at the end of the day when we see each other again
dine together on this carved dining table
and steady mahogany chairs
sleep together in bed on thick blankets and soft pillows
then you lower the mosquito nets
we are both feeling buried
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Cant Forget
i remember us
should i forget?
i remember your eyes
should i forget?
i remember your touch
should i forget?
i remember your voice
should i forget?
i remember your face
should i forget?
i remember your care
should i forget?
i remember your feelings
should i forget?
i remember your personality :)
should i forget?
i remember my thoughts of you
i cant forget, should i forget?
i remember the good times with you
i cant forget, should i forget?
i remember the comfort from you
i cant forget, should i forget?
i remember my love for you
i cant forget, i wont ever forget!
poem by Samantha Duran
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Happy Thoughts, Happy Thoughts, Think Happy Thoughts
I have to keep reminding myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts.)
You wanted me to promise to never say it again
Those three words
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
Which is laughably easy to do right now because
We are so far out of touch I couldn’t reach you if I tried
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
So I plod through grey days and inky dark nights
Heavy laden with regret
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
Tomorrow I will remind myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
12-25-07
djlw
poem by Shannon Wright
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What Mother Tells Me
she is always the first to wake up in the house
as she prays the rosary
and father follows to check the carabao on the side
of the hill and transfer it to a greener pasture
while we their children are still asleep
always wanting more sleep on those cold days
curled in our bed covered with thick blankets
and soft pillows on our heads and our ears all covered up
against the sound of the kitchen
our eyes hiding from the light of the morning sun
and mother pulls my blanket
and takes my arm and hugs me and tells me
wake up! wake up! the night is over
go to the river and take your bath
there is no one on your side now
the rest have gone to their respective tasks
wake up! wake up! my son
go and clean yourself and face the day because
the night is over
and these words still cling to my ears:
the night is over
and another one will be coming
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Honestly
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe the love you talk about with me
Is it true, do I care
Honestly, you can try to wipe the memories aside
But its you that you erase
cause theres no place that I could be without you
Its too far to discard the life I once knew
Honestly, all the weather storms are bringing
Are just a picture of my dreams
cause when I think of you as mine
And allow myself with time
To lead into the life we want
I feel loved, honestly
I feel loved, this honestly
I believe you mean the best that life can bring
I believe in it all
Honestly, you can try
Your heart is just as long as mine
Is it ours to let go
cause theres not place that I could be without you
Its too dark to discard the life I once knew
Honestly, a single wrong is not enough
To cover up the pain in us
cause when I think of you as mine
And allow myself with time
To lead into the life we want
I feel loved, honestly
Ill make a joke so you must laugh
Ill break your heart so you must ask
Is this the way to get us back
I dont know, honestly
I dont know, this honestly
Theres no place that I could be without you
Honestly
Theres no place that I could be without you
Theres no place that I could gleam without you
Theres no place that I could dream without you
Theres no place that I could be without you
Honestly
song performed by by Zwan
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Disregarding The Bed...
in going back to the tradition of
my lowly fathers
to get some sleep
one sometimes must disregard
the elitism of the bed
and have the humble unity with
the floors' embrace...
there will be no pillows
except the softness of your
conscience,
there will be no blankets
except your pure thoughts
for the night
there will be no light
except the glow of your soul
the rest around you
that keeps you warm and
guides you to the entrance door
of trance and sleep
is the hope that the darkness of this world
does not
last forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Of Cottons And Feathers
cottons are found
on the floor
feathers on the table
from the window
the wind blows and carries them
inside
the bed is well kept
blankets carefully folded
and pillows removed
of creases
something inside me is as light
as cottons and feathers
something inside me is well folded now
like blankets
something in my heart are pillows
removed of
any crease
i triumphed i did it
now i can soundly sleep
as the wind from the window
blows me
into the land of dreams
where i can be
nothing but
just the spectator
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sleeping is Heaven
Soft feelings are surprising when the hardness,
Heaven feeds us while we sleep, the creeping up.
When do special dreams enter the world of sleep?
Some of us sleep, then dine in our thoughts
About sleep too obscure. The slant appears
To be excelling the sleep. When is there peace?
Softer hurt awakens us from sleep,
The hurt or small pain is itself suffering.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Moment
..and then i discover
what a moment is
it is like a stair
each time when i take the step
when i hold the rail on its side
when i savor what
warmth and hardness is
when i gaze upon a step that i put
upon another
wood
and then on another
looking only whenever i take it
no longer beyond
or after
and without knowing
i have reached the door and into
my room
i enter where i am met by
this chair where i sit
for a while
where a bed covered with blankets
and laid with silk covered pillows meet me
and then
seduce me
to soundly sleep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Lute By Edward Martin
did i ever see mother
dance like a
little girl
when she was alive?
did i ever see her
laugh like
a lovely little girl
once when she was
alive and was
with us all
in that small house?
did we ever wonder
why we did not see
her at all smile
as though we were friends
and not as her children
all i remember was that
she told us stories
before we sleep and
crowd in that small bed
covered by a white
cloth mosquito net
she was telling us
about some ghosts
who will eat all of us
because we refuse
to sleep early
because she still had
a lot of other things
to do
some lesson plans
to write
some letters for
her mother
some loan applications
to accomplish
some prayers
to recite
while father
waits for her
in another room.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Witch In The Old Castle Nearby...
as you, foolish dog of my life,
my life in utter peace, a pond of less ripples,
as you, stupid dog of my life
barks at my feet, and tries to distract my own
solitude, that of the candle still in the middle
of my room, the blankets soft on my bed,
the pillows all too silent like flower petals
on a dew filled morning leaf,
as you, twitchy wicked witch
calls my name, i finally give up and
face myself, and leave you, all cracked up,
and i go inside my room and lock my door
and tell my windows, to shut you up,
do not ruin my life, do not ever attempt to do
that which creases my blankets and
stabs my pillows,
for i shall return to you and burn your
furrowed faces, dissolve you in the acids
of my test tubes,
erase you like some misspelled words,
i am a man of peace, and i am stone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Call Me Idiot
a word from you,
and i will remember it,
on this
elephantine memory,
idiot, you call me idiot,
and i shall retort for once
but not twice, not anymore
shall i become
another image of you,
i dread.
i will not call you moron,
but i shall be in my room again
alone
on an array of oxymora
talking to the drapes and the drawers
burying all these
humiliations, and putting a stop
to my fears,
i will see the dancing chairs
and hug the lovely pillows,
hide beneath my blankets,
i promise myself, i will have a nice sleep
and inside my dream
i shall write the most beautiful poem in my life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reincarnate....
she says she had been here
once
she remembers the exact
details
he was frying an egg
sunny side up as she wants it
to be
she sits on one of those rattan
chairs beside a
mahogany table
he is about to put a cup of coffee
brewing on her table
and that is it...
there was a big bang...flashes of light... then
darkness... reality sucks...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Photograph Is Proof
Well, i'll wait till you listen
I wont say a word
to follow your instincts
just never worked for me
your silent but strong, (yeah, I'm playing that card)
and your noticing nothing again
Now I'm lying on the table
with everything you said
keeping mind the way that it felt
when the most I could do was to just blame myself
(yeah, I'm playing that card)
when the most I could do was to just blame myself
and I know you know, everything
I know you didnt mean it
I know you didnt mean it
I know you know, everything (drop everything)
I know you didn't mean it (start it all over)
I know you didn't mean it (remember more then youd like to forget)
So, we're talking forever
and you almost feel better
but, betters no excuse for tonight
you see, it's never bad enough
just to leave or you give up
but, its never good enough to feel right
Now I'm lying on the table
with everything you said
it will all catch up eventually
well, it caught up and honestly
the weight of my decisions
were impossible to hold
but they were never yours
but they were never yours
Well I, know you know, everything
I know you didnt mean it
I know you didnt mean it
I know you know, everything (drop everything)
I know you didn't mean it (start it all over)
I know you didn't meant it (remember more then youd like to forget)
Drop everything, start it all over
remember more then youd like to forget [x2]
Would you like to forget
would you like to forget
drop everything, start it all over
well, drop everything start it all over (would you like to forget)
drop everything start it all over
start it all...
Well I, know you know, everything
I know you didnt mean it
I know you didnt mean it
I know you know, everything (drop everything)
I know you didnt mean it (start it all over)
I know you didnt meant it (remember more then youd like to forget)
I know you know
I know you know...you know, you know, you know...
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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At two o’clock in the afternoon
You complicate yourself
It is hot and you need a fan
You sweat
And in between some quick naps
You snap
For some missing thoughts
And you said
You need something to take
To remember
What you miss awhile
You need coffee
Or lemon tea
You do not want
Something cold
This is the hot portion of the day
And you do not want to crack
You scribble
There is something that is terribly lacking
In this foreplay of a good remembering
Something passionate
Or romantic
Or something to shock you so you do not
Get sleepy
You remember some lines at the tip
Of your tongue
But you cannot complete what you just remember
You sip coffee
It is so sweet and you do not like sugar
At two o’clock in the afternoon
You are half awake
You want to write but you cannot remember
You would rather sleep
But it is just too hot
And you are sweating
You keep mumbling words
Keeping yourself busy with what you
Remember and forget and cannot
Completely discard
Something is bugging you really
You know
You just don’t want to say it
You simply want to ignore it
It is facing you confronting you
Like a neighbor wanting
A fistfight
You turn your head away
And you keep saying it is hot and I
Need coffee but there is so much sugar
I can have tea, I am busy
Either you can have her or me
Not both, for God’s sake
Face it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My place of dreams is not your place
My dreams are of these kinds
Inside the portals of my sleep
It is not for you to live here
Everything is so flimsy
Ephemeral and
Gossamer-like
So disappear, go away where you
May feel alive
Where you are
Living a life concrete as a stone
A landmark of iron
And steel and sounding cobblestones
My thoughts are see-throughs
That you cannot touch
With your fingers
They go through like the air that
You want to grasp and hold
Because in truth my words are fire
And flames
These are the thoughts of the world
When no man was yet created
When no man was yet alive
It is not your kind of thoughts
Your kind of dreams
These words I have been weaving
Inside my heart and mind
They will surely burn you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Winter in the Country
Sweet life! how lovely to be here
And feel the soft sea-laden breeze
Strike my flushed face, the spruce's fair
Free limbs to see, the lesser trees'
Bare hands to touch, the sparrow's cheep
To heed, and watch his nimble flight
Above the short brown grass asleep.
Love glorious in his friendly might,
Music that every heart could bless,
And thoughts of life serene, divine,
Beyond my power to express,
Crowd round this lifted heart of mine!
But oh! to leave this paradise
For the city's dirty basement room,
Where, beauty hidden from the eyes,
A table, bed, bureau, and broom
In corner set, two crippled chairs
All covered up with dust and grim
With hideousness and scars of years,
And gaslight burning weird and dim,
Will welcome me . . . And yet, and yet
This very wind, the winter birds
The glory of the soft sunset,
Come there to me in words.
poem by Claude McKay
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Honestly (Love Ballad) :
If you say you really love me.
Take some time to show you care.
And if you care alot about me.
I will care alot for you.
Honestly! This is how much I love you.
Honestly! This is how much I care.
Honestly!
Don't think of ways to cheat or hurt me.
Don't think of ways to deceive my heart.
And don't forget, I truly love you.
Don't forget, I'm truly yours.
Honestly! This is how much I love you.
Honestly! This is how I feel.
Honestly! This is how much I love you.
Honestly! This is how much I care.
Honestly!
Try to give me peace and pleasure.
Try to give me what I need.
What I need is all your loving.
All your love is what I need.
Because I'm the one who really loves you.
I'm the one who really cares.
Honestly!
Honestly!
Honestly! This is how much I love you.
Honestly! This is how much I care.
Honestly!
Love Ballad By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1986,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Things That I Cannot Forget
there were lots of
dry leaves under the
mahogany tree
distant from the house
where we live
away from the people
who are against
our relationship
your hands inside my
pocket
your tongue inside my
mouth
i cannot forget the story
you told me once
about the prince
who finally died
in the battle against the
dragon
as the princess waits
finally to be
taken away
today,45 years after
that tryst
i gaze upon a mahogany
stump
the wind is strong
my hat is flown away
i do not chase
anymore
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remembering This Summer Of Mermaids
Walking along the beach
I'm lost in my thoughts
I'm lost in my memories
Just thinking about them all
I know summer's about over
But my thoughts continue to go over
what happened to me over this time
span
My thoughts also go back to special times
that I spent with many of them
Yes, to me
It was a summer of mermaids
The many times we shared
The friendship you all gave to me
It showed you all truly cared
I'll always remember those moments
in time
As we shared them on land and sea
The sun is starting to set
But you all, I'll never forget
Swimming somewhere or swimming
far away
I know you all will always remember
As I'll always remember you all
Remembering this summer of mermaids
I'll never forget it
As I know I was truly blessed
poem by Justin Gildow
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