At The Junction
now we must
part ways at the junction
of
this earthy path
where rocks still hurt
it
is time for me to say
what an end
is
all about give me
a smile
at this junction
where you
are no longer you
where i
will
face the light
with open hands
taking me
to
the place called
Home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At The Junction....
When you are trying to give me sorrow
i don't mind
at the junction i take another direction
away from you
there is no way that sorrow goes with me
there is a wish
may that sorrow you sow follow you
wherever you may go
they are all yours
each sorrow bears your name
and they must
as i pray
follow you wherever you go
they are yours
and shall be yours forever
on my part, at the junction, where our paths depart
i have chosen
a thousand joys.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Way You Smile At Me
as we get near
at the junction of our new directions
i could not help but notice your smile
i understand perfectly what you are hinting
you will offer something that i dream of
like your heart on a golden platter
i would like to take it
with my own hands
and keep it whole
i want it forever
but no
things do not just stop in there
there is also an exchange
a price that i must pay
you will also take everything i have
my soul my body
it is there on the curve of the smile like a scythe
i am not ready as always to part with what i treasure
my body my soul my independence my mind
and so i turned back
to the old ways of my home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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G10...
your path is yours
as i have mine
at the junction we part
but do not worry
we shall soon meet again
as promised
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The present moment is nice but it does not last. Living in it is like waiting in a junction town for the morning limited; the junction may be interesting but some day you will have to leave it and you do not know where the limited will take you.
quote by Bruce Catton
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A car is just a car
A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far
When it gets you in time to the bar
When you are addressed as Madam or Sir
But for some
A car is not just a car
It is a home
After a daylight roam
You see, to me
A car is just a car
Be it in a new silver shining coat
Or one decorated with rusted scars
And then there is a simple reality
The most important is Passenger capacity
Whether be it a personalised 8 seater stretch limousine
Or a 2 seater Ferrari with an exploding engine
A car is a car
A vehicle of motion
A medium of transportation
Even when it shows signs of erosion
As long as it can move from junction to junction
It can be used, even its every function
A car is just a car
poem by Harshit Agrawal
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A car is just a car!
A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far
A car is a car
When it gets you in time to the bar
A car is a car
When you are addressed as Madam or Sir
But for some
A car is not just a car
It is a home
After a daylight roam
It is a home
After a nightly roam
Kind of like a homelessness
Reoccurring syndrome
Now give me any banger of a car
I'll give it hotly showers of a sauna
Play sweet tunes to it from a guitar
By the time you watch me stand by it
And pose with an exotic cigar
Waiting to take you out to dinar
You may even prefer it to a modernised jaguar
You see, to me
A car is just a car
Be it in a new silver shining coat
Or one decorated with tarnished scars
The simple reality
Is they all have similar
Passenger capacity
Whether be it a personalised 8 seater stretch limousine
Or a Ferrari with an exploding roaring engine
A car is a car
A vehicle of motion
A medium of transportation
Even when it shows signs of erosion
As long as it can move from junction to junction
I personally sanction
A car is just a car
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Red Light
Zooming through the mist
I missed the red light
And zoomed through the junction
The junction of chance and fate
When the yellow was flashing
I just started speeding
On the street of fate
No I never believed in chance
So I missed the red
And crossed the avenue of chance
Nah I cannot turn back
Because fate is a one way street....!
[To my foolish brain]
poem by Rowving Smith
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The Two Moon Junction
I want to be there in the ‘Two Moon Junction’ For Ever.
Where these two moons are competing with each other.
The First Moon which we see in the sky was as usually illuminating and his golden moon light enhancing the feel of romantic weather further more.
Where as the other moon was seated along with me in the garden of flowers, which had blossomed in the mid night assuming the double moon light as Sunrise.
The Moon on the Earth is my love, Laughing with me, Fighting with me, teasing me with her looks and talks and promising her presence in my life at good and bad times. Assuring me that life is so beautiful when the trio is together, She me and the full moon in sky.
I want to be there in the “Two Moon Junction” ‘Forever’ and ever.
poem by IndraNeel SatyaNaga
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Tuxedo Junction
Feelin low
Rockin slow
I want to go
Right back where I belong
Way down south in birmingham
I mean south in alabam
Theres an old place where people go
To dance the night away
They all drive or walk for miles
To get jive that southern style
Its an old jive that makes you want
To dance till break of day
Its a junction where the town folks meet
At each function in a tux they greet you
Come on down, forget your care
Come on down, youll find me there
So long town, Im heading for
Tuxedo junction now
Feelin low
Rockin slow
I want to go
Right back where I belong
Way down south in birmingham
I mean south in alabam
Theres an old place where people go
To dance the night away
They all drive or walk for miles
To get jive that southern style
Its an old jive that makes you want
To dance till break of day
Its a junction where the town folks meet
At each function in a tux they greet you
Come on down, forget your care
Come on down, youll find me there
So long town, Im heading for
Tuxedo junction now
Tuxedo junction now
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Freedom....
when i am no longer thinking
about what you think about what i think
when i am on my own way
when our roads cross and there is no light
when at the junction
the die is cast and we take the risks
without worrying about what happens next
because we know
what shall be taken and what shall be given
when the silence becomes understandable
when talk is noise
when i defend you from the outrages of the other
even if you do not ask for it
when i finally go and find my own way
confident about what i want in my own life
when the heart opens
and when the mind closes upon the needs of
the self
when the fingers open
to the skies
when i close my mouth
stop gritting my teeth
when i finally let go
what you left and when i do not notice anymore
how time moves
i guess
not anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Very Own Story
our ways meet
and then we fuse as
on highway of
engagement letting in
those which are huge
and heavy
until we realize that
all these are too much
like rain overflowing
a waterway,
we do not like the sound
of horns
and blasts of boats
passing
we soon narrow down
until we part
at the junction of our
separate beliefs
we end in a horizon
blind to the mists.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Keep Smile
Keep smile while you're climbing the highest mountains and so soon you'll arrive
Keep trying never give up
With honesty and strong faith you will never loose your ways
Keep the smile upon the face
And actually you will find out the strength
The strength of the honestly purified with the innoceny of smile
The hope will save your ways just keep the pure smile upon your face
Just a smile its enough to keep all the doors unlocked through hardest journey's of life
When you're lost and left alone
Just smile and you're half way home
When the hope leaves your life never cry keep your soul away from all those dark fears
Never you can find the light if you allow the negative thoughts to occupy your mind
With the time you'll become their slave unaware
Be aware of the negative thoughts to not become with the time your best habit
Keep smile and make the positive thoughts your friends throughout of all your roads.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The Junction
The ways…
They are getting clearer.
The moments are suggesting,
you go on
without looking back.
My mind says,
follow me…
I'll guide you
through the darkness.
I'll show you
the way to succes.
My heart says,
follow me instead…
I'll give you
happiness.
I ask myself
Doesn't success bring
happiness?
Doesn't money bring you
happiness?
Isn't it the way,
the right way to proceed?
To lead yourself through?
There was one time…
A time,
when it was
so simple.
It was clear then…
But now,
it's a mere blur.
Blur of so much ways…
A junction.
I must choose…
Before I continue,
my journey,
An expedition,
through unknown depths…
A journey,
through my mind.
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Don't Hurt Yourself
(HogarthKellyMosleyRotheryTrewavas)
There'll come a time when all of this is over
Something else will grow and take it's place
The brand new car:scrap metal in a junkyard
The children playing will grow up and leave home
Put it away this dream you can't stop dreaming
Put it away this anger and desire
The open road is infinitely hopeful
Take all those memories and throw them in the fire
And don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself anymore
There's old man on a warm and sunny island
No job, no money, just a smile to call his own
Know what he says?. "The past will only haunt you.
Live for today. Each day's an open door
Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself anymore"
Nothing to lose is nothing to fight over
The shining stars!
They've seen it all before.
Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself anymore
Dust keeps coming. Rust keeps coming. Weeds keep growing. Seeds keep growing
Where you going?
song performed by by Marillion
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There Are No Returns
As children, we shared each other’s games,
and grew up thinking we would never change.
At eighteen duty called to go to a far off place,
we said we’d always wait for each other,
no matter how long, we would have to wait.
The year turned into five, before I came home.
Things had changed, someone else you had found,
while my life was moulded to, and I saw a different you.
The carefree life we both had,
disappeared as the years came round,
our goals were now different bound,
and too many things had passed before our eyes.
I smiled sweetly when I saw you;
your smile back was just as sweet.
He stood at your arm to let the world know,
you were spoken for, not free anymore.
I just nodded as I passed on by,
and you could not see the tears leak from my eyes.
War is not a beautiful thing,
with heroes in a Hollywood show.
It makes men age each day,
their eyes will testify, how I know.
The youthful zest no longer smiles,
only the old man’s sorrowing soul.
They come back a broken person,
whose lives have been altered so.
They come home only to find,
the old life has been robbed as well,
that old torches they used to carry,
are gone from them as well.
I moved on hoping never to return,
saying I’ll keep in touch, but will never do.
Like a nomad, I begin my endless trek,
as I want to get away from here and you.
More years pass on the way;
I find someone and settle down.
Then comes a letter to say you are free,
will I come and see,
but I look around at all I’ve got,
my life that on a solid rock stands,
but the calling is so great,
I have to go back to where I’ve been.
At the station, I see your face,
time has hurt you so,
worse that the war hurt me,
but I just had to know.
I smile, but it is only a courtesy call,
I’ve got a new life elsewhere.
We talk about the old times,
long before I went away.
You know it’s not the same between us,
that soon I’ll be on my way.
You’ve been hurt the way I was once,
but you also know, that I can’t stay.
The day goes on and we reminisce,
we smile and laugh about the days we miss.
Soon the train is in the station;
our hands linger to the touch.
I have a new life now; we will never be the same.
She stands there with our son,
with open beckoning arms;
we rush to meet each other,
our bodies held in an embrace.
She asks how things went;
I smile and simply say, there are no returns.
poem by David Harris
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The Independent Woman....
we are in this house
that from our sweat built
there are only two of us
in this house
which we have not really
called as home,
something's missing
you give me a hint
not the glass window or
the ceiling fan,
i know it but how can i
tell you?
i won't tell, it will hurt you,
we continue living
somehow
just the two of us in this house
we have our own careers
and every morning we rush to go on our different ways
the night is the only place
of our tryst
we manage to spend time for love
we sleep together and share
what we can
there will be a time when this house shall fall
because it is not a home for us all
there will be one morning when you will finally leave
and take away everything from me
and then i will write it on the wall
this house is never a home,
she never wanted a child to bear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Believe In Angels (feat. Graeme Revel)
Where the silence falls
There the river runs deep
Where the shadow ends
So begins the dream
Where the hunger leads me
It's hard to believe
I'll be lost to you
It's the blood that ties
It's the hurt that heals
It's the face you hide
Hides the pain you feel
So hold me up now
Yeah, I'm afraid to breathe
An' I'm lost to you
Yeah, I'm lost to you
I believe in a heaven
I believe in the night
I believe there's a path to follow
I believe in the light
Part of you is the devil
Part of you is the light
I'm gonna fly
Through the city of angels
Hold me under
Let the river wash away my sins
Let me drown and you
Let the water and the love rush you
You can hear me whisper
When you're listenin'
And I'm lost to you
Yeah, lost to you
I believe in a heaven
I believe in the night
I believe there's a path to follow
I believe in the light
Part of you is the devil
Part of you is the light
I'm gonna fly
Through the city of angels
It's the blood that ties
It's the hurt that heals
It's the face you hide
Hides the pain you feel
So hold me up now
I long to believe
And I'm lost to you
Yeah, lost to you
I believe in a heaven
I believe in the night
I believe there's a path to follow
I believe in the light
Part of you is the devil
Part of you is the light
I'm gonna fly
Through the city of angels
I believe in a heaven
I believe in the night
I believe there's a path to follow
I believe in the light
Part of you is the devil
Part of you is the light
I'm gonna fly-ac
song performed by by Heather Nova
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The Flames of Destiny
I see a flickering light
Is that you?
In your hollow radiance
My heart at a junction
Where the light is too far to see
To understand
For certainty
Down that crossroad we used to walk on
That you are the one that's carrying the torch
For me
For our future together
The skeptic in me lives
I no longer see your halo
Nor am I sure whether the light
I see is your luminescence
Of your heart, your soul
As we live in a world inundated with fluorescence
Of people reflecting
Remote frequencies
Captured from other sources
Unoriginal
Monotonous
The metamorphosis of one, to the peer pressures of dawn
Where aurora brings forth a new day, a new self
As your yesterday fades
Your yesterday I know.......
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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The Pace Of Life
How very nice it is after working all day,
To come back home and quietly wile away,
Your leisure hours in many pleasant ways,
Easing the pressures of your present days.
Life is a round of lots of things to do,
Demands are made, and we must see them through,
Our brains get muddled and we cannot think,
For our minds are forever teetering on the brink!
There's loads of 'remedies' for sale out there,
Said to solve strain and stress, but do beware,
These remedies are not quite what you need,
The 'slowing down' is where you will succeed.
For we go rushing on at such a speed,
Pounding away without the time to 'heed'
Like the methodical clock that's ticking on the wall,
There is no time to stop or even stall.
Everyone is on a fast conveyor belt,
Tensions mount and then the panic's felt,
We must slow down now, and set the pace,
For ourselves in this mad frantic race.
Time was, when life for us was calm and steady,
Running like a slow and gentle eddy,
Life was hard but had it's rhythmic progress,
Taking time, saved us from certain distress.
There's no escape now from our daily toil,
We seem to be permanently on the boil,
That's why our leisure time gives us an easing,
For going at such a speed, is just not pleasing.
Something has got to give, to make us stop,
And realise that if we don't, we're going to drop!
We are not machines that can go on forever,
We may be bright, and OK we may be clever.
But what use is that if we no longer function,
When we have gone and reached the final junction,
There's one way left and that is up to you,
Look after yourself, and to yourself be true.
Be happy, be cheerful, be relaxed and calm,
Do nothing that is too quick to cause alarm
Your body and brain, you must keep steady and sure,
And you will undoubtedly live, to one hundred and four!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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My Past Life
When you look down upon my face;
And you see the sadness and also the disgrace,
Please remember, they were not always there;
But think of me in your thoughts and your prayer.
As it was not really that long ago;
When happiness and joy in my face did show,
When love and peace had also occupied my heart;
But then from me, those emotions did part.
A smile and a laugh was the first to leave;
Then next were my dreams and the need to believe,
My feelings and words of compassion would disappear;
Then stronger grew my hate, and also my fear.
The world that I knew it was no longer my friend;
The hope that I had I would no longer send,
My life and my home it became a different place;
And it is all there when you look down, upon my face.
poem by Randy McClave
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