At The Mactan International Airport
a diary:
we arrive15 minutes early.
i have only two light bags.
this time i travel as light as
a feather.This time i travel
alone.
it is a connecting flight
to caticlan. I have to wait
for another 7 hours.
there will be too much
minding on arrivals and
departure.
i escape this waiting
and goes to the ayala mall.
got some italian pasta
and fresh veggies for
lunch. iced tea to appease
the longing of my
throat.
i hop to another japanese
resto nearby. The soft
salmon sushi and
californian maki this
time.
i pooed at rai-rai ken's
comfort room. And i
remember the famous
poem of the poo
and the cheese and
the grand feeling
of freeing waste
from the system.
great writer, huh?
and someone just ask
me if a fake poet just
sent me a love note
from brazil or
nicaragua. I laugh.
what is the need
to know the name
of someone who
loves you and sends
you a note and does
not tell her
reality? is she indeed
true? is she as real
as her poems.
i have other matters
to attend to. This time
another pizza at the
yellow taxi cab and
coca-cola, and
then i have to buy
an ear plug and some
sun block.
now i have something
more in my mind.
a swim in a blue sea.
snorkling. island hopping.
corals. colored fish.
the white sands of boracay.
boats. banana boats.
white towels. buffet by the sea.
a walk at the beach at dawn
and then seeing the sun rising.
a walk again in the afternoon
and seeing the sun setting.
things like these. somehow
i am now ready and willing to
forget where i come from.
i am new. i am a fish. i am
a coral. i am a starfish.
i sit on one of those empty
chairs, a table of my own.
a candle light. and i am ready
to tell anybody that i am alone
and i have a name.
i need to practice how to smile
and yes, be attractive and
yes, be seductive.
(ha ha ha ha)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Many Grains Of Sand Are There On The Beach?
we are on the beach
it is a very bright and warm day
the coconut leaves are cooling us
the shade is comforting
the sands so white
the sea is crystal blue
the sea gulls are singing
colored fishes come up from time to time
hiding in the corals
if you want to know how many grains of white sands
are there on this beach
begin the count
for the meantime
we are taking our much needed plunge
we leave you for a while
enjoy yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fish with no tail
as i gaze out of nature... i have seen a fish without a tail
impossible but its true, first things came up to my mind
is, ask whether its worth to give time to remember all
the scene or perhaps, just a memories of a simple
goodbye
as the fish swim, deep beneath the crystal blue water, i
couldn't remember the minutes, the hours past, nay i felt
that i haven't taken my meal, it seems all are just a blink
of a second in my eyes
it keeps on bubbling, even in a thousands seconds it
stay in the water, until i notice that the fish fail to surface
beneath the running water, for the absence of the tail
the body is nothing
all is just a mirror of a fish that, every movement of the
body, the twist of the tail has to follow, its a paradox to
believe that we see the tail of other fish, nay never we
saw that we don't have tail of our own
like the fish it swim, with no direction, only an inspiration
that we can do, yet as it goes there we go, tail that swim
in the water stream with no affection of what to do
now i see, how to swim, in water, lou! where i may go...in
the world of stream when everybody is frame......
poem by Antonio Liao
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An Afternoon Poem Is Rare
AN AFTERNOON POEM IS RARE
An Afternoon Poem is rare-
Afternoon is long after the first light-
Afternoon is a time of heaviness and quiet
A time of rest-
Afternoon is after the morning work has been done-
Afternoon is the weight of the day-
Afternoon is the time after the day has lost its freshness-
Still there must be afternoon poems-
There must be a beauty that emerges
In its own way,
Perhaps from where lovers meet
Perhaps from ‘ripeness is all’
Perhaps from the anticipation of evening
Perhaps from winter where it is the warmest time of day.
There must be afternoon poems-
Poems that celebrate all that warmth can bring-
Poems of rest poems of sleep-
Poems of waiting to believe
That in the evening
A new day and a new world
Will make life easier again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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On Being Stricken With Paralysis
Good friends,
Why waste your time in wailing
And in sympathy for me?
Surely, from time to time,
I shall be strong enough
To move about a bit.
As for travel,
On land there are carrying-chairs,
And on the water there are boats;
So, if I can but keep my courage,
What need have I of feet ?
My Sanity Wrote a Suicide Note
Apart from the world I once knew
My mind is floating feeling blue
Looking for a reason to continue
Waiting for fairy tales to come true
But we all know fairy tales are not real
And reasons are void; we can't feel
So I guess it's time to break life's seal
I am now eating my very last meal
Does the past matters? I think not
Lets face reality; bloods do clot
Now lets get back to the present; these wires are hot
Ready to strangle my neck in a knot
Now that my sanity wrote a suicide note
Come and watch me slit my throat
poem by Samantha Tan de Guzman
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Fishing boats
In the late afternoon
fishing boats come out of the waves
and like ministers
tiller men stand behind white pulpits.
Boats jump
over the last waves to the quay
and are drawn with cables
onto trailers,
before pickups and cars
drive into the parking lot
pulling motorboats.
There are red roman, snook
and cod
and fresh fish are everywhere in the boats.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Every Time (Life Poem)
Every time we close our eyes to opportunity,
Every time we step over a helpless beggar,
Every time we ignore a friend who needs us,
Every time we forget to say goodbye.
Every time we prefer black and white to colour,
Every time we wash our mind with TV soap,
Every time we sit when tempting travel beckons,
Every time we turn the music on to dull.
Every time we bottle rage as if it precious was,
Every time we crush a new idea with sarcasm,
Every time we simply could not care to listen,
Every time we refuse a friends helping hand.
Every time we sleep instead of making love,
Every time we withhold our love as a miser would,
Every time we walk alone instead of holding hands,
Every time we cause pain that a smile could cure-
We die a little every time.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Ready For The Real Thing
Dead on my feet -- got a deadline to meet,
But it can wait -- cant concentrate --
This one-track mind wont leave you behind
Why punish me with memories
If only now I could turn back the pages --
I played some games that Ive lived to regret,
I only wish I had gone through those stages --
Years before we met --
But I know
*this time --
Im ready for the real thing,
Last time --
I couldnt be true,
This time --
Im ready for the real thing too*
Turn on the light, Ive been tossing all night,
I try to read but its love that I need --
In my mind -- the sound of goodbye,
Keeps hauntin me like a distant dream --
If only now I could turn back the pages --
I played some games that Ive lived to regret,
I only with I had gone through those changes
Years before we met --
And baby
( * repeat)
This time --
Im ready for the real thing,
Last time --
I couldnt be true,
This time --
Get ready for the real thing,
Cause this time baby --
Im ready for you
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For M
THE GATE did not open for you
the window is still closed to date
there is no way then
for you to go inside
and be counted
as one of those lucky winners
of this day,
ain't no survivor but i am glad with the way how you dance to this
music of death
the world is wide, the seas are incalculable, space is always and
will always be open with the arms of its
unending horizon
i like your attitude
when you tell me that you are packing your bags with your family
for a vacation this summer
beach, white sand, colored balloons, banana boats,
cold Pensacola, a new bikini, buffet dinners,
fun, fun, fun, more and more fun
until then you have forgotten what lurking is
what death is,
don't mind me, i am also going that way
ah, let all those disappointment disappoint themselves
let those problems devise their own solutions
for the meantime, the beach is too inviting
take a dip, have that summer plunge, laugh and love,
take life to the full, up to its brim,
and let all those despair
envy you forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tunnel Of Love
Ive made up my mind
Im gonna follow
Im no longer blind
No longer hollow
Since I met you
My life is upside down
Oohh yeah
They say
Once in a lifetime
Out of the blue
Here comes an angel
I know its you
Yes Im ready to go through
The tunnel of love
Yes Im ready to be all
Your dreaming of
So I swear to you now
And the stars above
Lets walk through
The tunnel of love
I want you to know
For the first time
I know where to go
For the first time
Im not afraid
To open up my heart
Oh no
They say
Once in a lifetime
Out of the blue
Here comes an angel
I know its you
Yes Im ready to go through
The tunnel of love
Yes Im ready to be all
Your dreaming of
So I swear to you now
And the stars above
Lets walk through
The tunnel of love
Light of my life keeps
Shining baby
Light of my life
Oohh
Once in a lifetime
Out of the blue
Here comes an angel
I know its you
No one has touched me
Like you
Yes I want you baby
No one no noone have loved me
So true
Yes Im ready to go through
The tunnel of love
Yes Im ready to be all
Your dreaming of
So swear I to you now
And the stars above
Lets walk through
The tunnel of love
Ooh yeah
So I swear to you now
And the stars above
Lets walk through
The tunnel of love
song performed by by Westlife
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Pearls Girl
Rioja. rioja. reverend al green.
Deep blue morocco. the water on stone.
The water on concrete. the water on sand.
The water on fire. smoke.
The wind. the salt. the bride boat coming.
Dave in the water. old man.
Einstein on top of his house. white deep blue
Andalusia red yellow red yellow black car.
Red light. far. black place. walls. blue chair.
Morocco. hamburg. paris.
The pieces of the puzzle are waiting.
The water of the dark boats gliding.
The bride boats gone out to sea and
Dave is floating. dave is floating.
And old man einstein crazy in his attic.
Crazy.
White room. sun room. shadow room.
Night transmitting cars across the room.
These things sent to dance across the room.
Eye watching from your bed. returning to you.
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Fish the Fish
fish makes every fish catch, the tail that
smell like fish as the angler bait its fishing
rod bit each heart beat, the triumphant
heart break its brake the nylon cord that
hold the hook that synchronize the timing
swings of each hand lifting as it goes
catching the net as it swing in the thread
that fishes the fish
strength hold on, tie so quick on, leave no
loose every cost is to repulse, time is
sweeten in the fish in the table all are
refresh, every fisherman switch the light in
the kitchen the kittle, the cool plate and the
fire is burning on
sweet smells like a baby, in every nose so
shiny, in every dinning table everybody is
happy ready to take like party, now all
hands should hold, and bring every magical
strength enfold, the fish is in the running
water waiting for us to carry in every heart,
please prepare the place, the net is
empty …… come and fish the fish
poem by Antonio Liao
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Early Works - Time Out
Deep within the blackness
lay the barriers
known to all as time
with depths much deeper
than the boundaries of hell.
Within each boundary
lie one day,
one year,
and one century.
And still within the blackness
lies more barriers
known to all as the future
with heights higher than heaven,
which are guided by the hand of fate.
Time rules our lives
and fate rules time
to the extent
it causes destruction
or gives life to those in need.
Time can be a killer
and time can be a prayer,
time can be helpful
and time can be a menace.
Unlike anything on earth,
time has no ending,
where life can cease to be
time will carry on
even when all life has gone.
Time to us is just a word
for one cannot see time;
one cannot feel time,
though one can define time
as a passing.
We all live within a life cycle
where time is all around us.
Though we cannot see time,
it is a constant ruler
within our lives.
Time is measured for travel
in light,
in sound,
in speed.
Time is measured for life
in seconds,
in minutes,
in hours,
in years,
in centuries.
But time is only a word
and the meaning is so complex
that the real meaning
is hard
to explain.
Except that, life
as we know it
would never really
exist
without time.
Date Unknown
Authors Note:
Originally the title of this piece was Time, but I changed it for Time Out as I realised I had already written two later pieces with the same title. I believe this was written in the late 1960 and was the first piece with the title. On of my very early poems from the construction of it. Please do judge me too harshly because of it.
poem by David Harris
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The Straight Jacket
i am trying to shape
a world
with my own private thoughts
away from the mob
i am situating myself in a room
on closed doors and closed windows
except the light that i allow to enter
on glassy blocks
the walls will always be there
air comes through the ceiling
on tiny holes
i tried to forget viewing the stars
i must survive even without the light of the moon
it is less romantic
and i am no lunatic
but then she hints on what am i
saying: the fish is meant for the sea
the dog is always meant for a walk
the sparrow cannot live without flying on its wings
and she asks me: will you just be a poet?
or will you be the man for the seasons?
before she left, she left a note stuck on the fridge
magnetically: you are more than the fish, the sparrow, the dog
must i be? i sleep tightly like a straitjacket.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Escape Forever
Id love to run away with you
Just pack are bags and escape
Hide out somewhere far away
Where the oceans meet white sand
With waters so clear you can watch the fish swim
We can drink margaritas on the beach
And laugh about funny things
Smile in the sun
And dance in the rain
No cares, no complaints
Words are useless
For your eyes say it all
Id love to run away with you
Too that beautiful place
And laugh about funny things
Smile in the sun
And dance in the rain
No cares, no complaints
We can escape forever in that beautiful place
poem by Randy Demand
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Jonah-Woman
Who are these white-capped jesters...and jackals
Who have placed me in the belly of a
White death-stinking fish?
Not this time, not Jonah-time fish.
Not walking out safe from Jonah's fish. No.
Not this time.
The jesters and tittering hyenas, with their night-lumin
Eyes, who tiptoe soft through the loud-hinged door...
And shut it quietly-quick behind them.
They are breathing to find me.
They safari hunt for me...beating the bush-room.
Mine. I am hiding in the pillow, in the chest of drawers,
In the air.
They can't find me with their needles and needle-quick
Pills.
The rancid, disinfected fish is down the hall, around the
Corner...on the ceilings.
I can sense death rattles...quick as goodbye from
Yesterday. The fish swallows the soft, noisy passage.
The fish is Hill House. The fish is the jackals' den.
The fish, with no fins, rummages the halls, airborne,
Hovering on moon-shadowed winds.
A scream, a gurgle, the fish forgets me for the moment.
The jesters still seek, seethe. They have other work now.
Something is wrong.
Something is amiss in Heaven.
They have placed me in a room with no art.
There is someone at the door...snuffling dog noises.
Who are you that you do not answer me?
The dog has gone. I think it has gone...but I do not think
It was a dog.
They have taken everything. Even the name of my Father...
Given it to the jackals. This, my scent.
They seethe out of their fish-den, carefully stepping over
It's teeth. Man-shark teeth. Death teeth.
They walk with needles balanced on a tray...rainbow pills
In teensy, little cups...watch me to make sure I've swallowed
The rainbow.
Something is my God wrong.
Something should not be happening.
I cannot walk out of this vile fish...like Jonah. I cannot go
Past it's teeth. I am afraid...more of a coward.
Even your God cannot help me now.
I fear the teeth will SNAP! shut when I'm half-way through the
Opening.
Will anyone care if the jackals laugh, lapping my blood...
While I walk away from a white death-fish?
Walking home.
Walking alone.
poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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Ready To Go Home
On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be born
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
So tired I lay down
With these memories
Breathe shallow deep inside of me
If time has run its course with me
Then
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
Ill let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again
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Some Fun With Balloons On A Midnight Candle
some colored balloons in my room
floating towards the ceiling
they are light
wanting to escape
their nature of flight
they can fly away from this roof
and they all gleam on borrowed light of the moon
like some colored lights
fruits, floating fruits dissolving in dark skies
above a midnight candle
they stay for a while and travel a certain distance
in this heat this dark confusion in my mind
each shall burst, i have not heard this sound
cracking in this darkness
floating, i am, it is me, how well do i know?
this burst this natural death
in space
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Walk On By
Im coming down with a heartache tonight
Only you can make it all right
If I can be with you holding you tight
There wont be no more in my life
Every where I turn
I see your face
Reminding me of a higher place
Every time you smile
Angels cry
Every time you walk on by
Chorus:
Im not the only
Feeling lonely
Every time you walk on by
I try to say something
But end up with nothing
Every time you walk on by
(every time you walk on by)
I keep my cool I pretend Im not here
Every time you come too near
Im such a fool cause, this love is true and
If I dont tell you someone else surely will
Every where I turn
I see your face
Reminding me of a higher place
Every time you smile
Angels cry
Every time you walk on by
Chorus:
Im not the only
Feeling lonely
Every time you walk on by
I try to say something
But end up with nothing
Every time you walk on by
(feeling lonely)
If I ever see you again
This craziness must find an end
I look at you
I promise myself
Chorus:
Im not the only
Feeling lonely
Every time you walk on by
I try to say something
But end up with nothing
Every time you walk on by
Im not the only
Feeling lonely
Every time you walk on by
I try to say something
But end up with nothing
Every time you walk on by
Every time you walk on by
song performed by by Britney Spears
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Ready To Go Home
On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord, shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be home
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Sometimes I lay down with these memories
Breathe shallow, deep inside of me
Time has run its course with me
And Im ready to go home
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
I let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again
Music & lyrics by: andrew gold & graham gouldman
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