Back To February...
there is no point
returning
to that red day
of February
there is nothing
there
except a heap of
rotten leaves
underneath are the
feasting
earthworms
boasting about their
self-proclaimed
independence
t hemselves upon
themselves
even the sun is
not needed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You May Start Seeing The Dead Earthworms
for a start you have seen dead earthworms
along a muddy pavement
you theorize about their deaths
the reasons
perhaps the waters in the canal rose
and drowned them last night
when you were asleep
perhaps the sun was so hot the other day
while you were working
hard in the office and so they
were scorched
to death
i like it when you reason out
but i like you more when you were sad
and wrote something about
these dead earthworms
and then i slept for days
and dreamed that we hear the earthworms
sing their own songs
in the notes and lyrics of their own
something strange really but
i am so happy
the earthworms too do not just die
they also rise
and they also sing
it will be another beginning for us,
a happy one i suppose
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Getting To The Point
Its out of control (out of control)
And theres nothing I can do now
Out of control (out of control)
Spinning softly through the blue now
And look beyond these walls
As the meaning starts to dawn
Its getting to the point
Getting to the point.
Its out of control (nothing I can do)
Like a fire that keeps on burning
And nobody knows (what Im going through)
And the thoughts just keep returning
And all you had to say
Was that you were gonna stay
Its getting to the point
Getting to the point.
Chorus:
Its getting to the point
Where nobody can stop it now
Its getting to the point
Of no return
And all that I can do
Is stand and watch it now
Watch it burn, burn, burn
Its getting to the point
Where reasons are forgotten
Its getting to the point
Where no one knows
And all that I can do
Is say Im sorry
But thats the way it goes...
Getting to the point.
Forever
Is a long, long way
Forever
Takes your breath away
Id like to talk about it, try to understand
Its getting to the point
Getting to the point.
Repeat chorus
Its getting to the point (getting to the point)
Getting to the point (getting to the point)
Its getting to the point (getting to the point)
Getting to the point.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Independence Day
Well papa go to bed now its getting late
Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now
Ill be leaving in the morning from st. marys gate
We wouldnt change this thing even if we could somehow
'cause the darkness of this house has got the best of us
Theres a darkness in this town thats got us too
But they cant touch me now and you cant touch me now
They aint gonna do to me what I watched them do to you
So say goodbye its independence day
Its independence day all down the line
Just say goodbye its independence day
Its independence day this time
Now I dont know what it always was with us
We chose the words and yeah we drew the lines
There was just no way this house could hold the two of us
I guess that we were just too much of the same kind
Well say goodbye its independence day
All boys must run away come independence day
So say goodbye its independence day
All men must make their way come independence day
Now the rooms are all empty down at frankies joint
And the highway shes deserted down to breakers point
Theres a lot of people leaving town now
Leaving their friends their homes
At night they walk that dark and dusty highway all alone
Well papa go to bed now its getting late
Nothing we can say can change anything now
Because theres just different people coming down here now
And they see things in different ways
And soon everything weve known will just be swept away
So say goodbye its independence day
Papa now I know the things you wanted that you could not say
But wont you just say goodbye its independence day
I swear I never meant to take those things away
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Adumhene
Sanctify,
Proclaimed! !
But read them in Leviticus;
And, in the Seventh Moon you will understand the muse!
For, the truth had already been written in the Bible.
First fruits,
Last fruits,
Proclaimed to achieve the purpose;
And like the gathering together to learn from the truth,
However, the Adumhene came in when needed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Maybe I Am Already Somewhat Half-Forgotten (Roundel)
As the leaves, their smell, their scent half-rotten
are with the homecoming wishing me well
maybe I am already somewhat half-forgotten.
As the leaves, their smell,
does remind me, does a thousand stories tell,
of days that will always be unforgotten
of when I was under your charming spell
of the kisses that at a time were gotten
when we did meet deep in the dell
but unforgettable, life now is rotten,
as the leaves, their smell…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Peace Meal
Not much difference 'tween a cow and you
Flesh, blood, bones
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Wake up and realise the things that you do
You're busy whipping Hitler cos he gassed so many Jews
You're as guilty of murder - look at what you chew
Everybody's worried 'bout a Third World War
Nuclear annihilation, need I say more?
While you're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
Wake up!
Flesh, blood, bones
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The lower species we will condemn
While we're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
She cries like you do
She cries like you do oo oo oo !!
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Peace Meal
Not much difference 'tween a cow and you
Flesh, blood, bones
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Wake up and realise the things that you do
You're busy whipping Hitler cos he gassed so many Jews
You're as guilty of murder - look at what you chew
Everybody's worried 'bout a Third World War
Nuclear annihilation, need I say more?
While you're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
Wake up!
Flesh, blood, bones
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The lower species we will condemn
While we're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
She cries like you do
She cries like you do oo oo oo !!
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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My Silence Shall Be
i find this in the forest of trees
long trees, shady, such that what you can see
are only shadows of leaves
and what you hear is only the sound of the wind
choked between tight walls,
this is my silence,
moist, and soft, between a growth of wild
ferns
rotten leaves heaps and heaps of
rotten leaves
layer after layer of rotten leaves
thick and pushed still to the roots
smashed to the ground
some seeds from the oaks
or maybe from the flowers of the orchids
or some sweet fruits and red berries fall
in there
and they begin to grow
rich as humus is this soil down
the darkness of this forest,
this is my silence
deep inside me
moist, rotten, but soon
lots shall grow
seeds turning into sprouts
to trees again
perhaps taller than ever
some fruits so sweet and colored and shiny
some flowers scented and so lovely,
this my silence
shall be, i am keeping it for years
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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my silence shall be
i find this in the forest of trees
long trees, shady, such that what you can see
are only shadows of leaves
and what you hear is only the sound of the wind
choked between tight walls,
this is my silence,
moist, and soft, between a growth of wild
ferns
rotten leaves heaps and heaps of
rotten leaves
layer after layer of rotten leaves
thick and pushed still to the roots
smashed to the ground
some seeds from the oaks
or maybe from the flowers of the orchids
or some sweet fruits and red berries fall
in there
and they begin to grow
rich as humus is this soil down
the darkness of this forest,
this is my silence
deep inside me
moist, rotten, but soon
lots shall grow
seeds turning into sprouts
to trees again
perhaps taller than ever
some fruits so sweet and colored and shiny
some flowers scented and so lovely,
this my silence
shall be, i am keeping it for years
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Underneath The Radar
Unknown
Unseen
We live underneath the radar
No sign - on screen
We dance underneath the radar
Between the walls - well hey
Were just too small to make a fuss about it
Did something fall? well hey
What is the point in losin sleep about it?
See ya later - see ya later
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
See ya later - call me
We dance underneath the radar
We live underneath the bomb
When you live underneath the radar
Theres no way that youre ever gonna get far
(so get hip!)
We speak
Unheard
Like ants we dance between the towers
We sleep
They move
Come sailin over the horizon
Between the walls - well hey
Were just too small to make a fuss about it
Did something fall? well hey
What is the point in losin sleep about it?
See ya later - see ya later
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
See ya later - call me
We dance underneath the radar
We live underneath the bomb
When you live underneath the radar
Theres no way that youre ever gonna get far
(so get hip!)
He says I am the doctor -
In a b-52
I come across the horizon -
Drop my love on you
Im gonna w-o-o-o-o-o ya all - watch out!
Im gonna w-o-o-o-o-o ya all
See ya later!
See ya later - see ya later
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
See ya later - call me
Between the walls - well hey
Were just too small to make a fuss about it
Did something fall? well hey
What is the point in losin sleep about it?
We dance underneath the radar
We live underneath the bomb
When you live underneath the radar
Theres no way that youre ever gonna get far
So get hip!
(all the best)
song performed by by Underworld
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Happy Independence Day
Blow up them firecrackers.
Light up the sky.
Because it's Happy Independence Day.
I've been meaning to say..
Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happ..
Happy Independence Day, Happy Independence Day.
Happy Independence Day.Happy Independence Day.
Sparklers glowing.Stars and stripes showing.
Nothing but happy people.Celebrating the Fourth Of July.
The birth of our country.The birth of our flag.
Because our founding fathers.Always wanted it this way.
Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happ..
Happy Independence Day.Happy Independence Day.
Happy Independence Day.Happy Independence Day.
Fifty stars and thirteen stripes.
The flag still flies.The American way.
Old Glory's the name.Old Glory's the same.
Join with the crowd, for the American dream.
So blow up them firecrackers.
Light up the sky.
Because it's Happy Independence Day.
I've been meaning to say.
Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happ..
Happy Independence Day.Happy Independence Day.
Happy Independence Day.Happy Independence Day.
Independence Day-Song Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2006,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
Note; This wonderful Song-Poem was written on the Fourth Of July,
in the year 2006..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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what do we do to Mother Earth?
do not burn
let the leaves fall to the ground
let them stay there
layer by layer
heap upon heap
let mother earth
hug all the leaves
let the affection be
strong and heavy
let the leaves die
and rot and become
water and become dust
to dust
let all of us see this dust
we shall do what mother earth
and nature loves best
to dust we shall return
and be its permanent part
close to the bosom
of mother earth
forever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Rotten Row
In Rotten Row a cigarette
I sat and smoked, with no regret
For all the tumult that had been.
The distances were still and green,
And streaked with shadows cool and wet.
Two sweethearts on a bench were set,
Two birds among the boughs were met;
So love and song were heard and seen
In Rotten Row.
A horse or two there was to fret
The soundless sand; but work and debt,
Fair flowers and falling leaves between,
While clocks are chiming clear and keen,
A man may very well forget
In Rotten Row.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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A rotten coconut in a heap spoils the wholesome ones.
To A Friend In State Of Doubt
do not try to understand
there is nothing worth understanding
nothing understands understanding
in itself, it longs for the unquenchable doubt
for doubt makes understanding a fake princess
of the castle on the clouds
doubt unlike understanding does not beg
doubt scatters and understanding loses in this game
of reconcilement
it keeps a heap of leaves only to dry in its stockroom
it smells rotten and becomes rotten
do not attempt to inderstand
you will be at a loss in this search for wisdom
live in the ocean of doubt
there is a lot of space for the swimming and the sailing
look at them
who claim to understand life and death and rebirth and declare that they have attained
the state of nirvana
they are all drunk, they live in a crowded room,
noisy, boisterous, and so insecure
their mouths babble, and they speak so loud
the room has become too narrow
and there is no ease for breathing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Discovery
NOW IT It has become
certain that the ants are saving
almost anything
from crumbs of bread to
cut pieces of leaves
and shreds of earthworms
not because they expect
to live for the rainy days
or survive the
storm
but because
they all want to escape
from the oppression
of the
Grasshopper.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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February Girl
Her leaves can not crumble
But the earth is telling her to tremble
She can not listen
And will not hear
The sickness is keeping her still
February girl
Winter comes and goes
She wonders will it kill
Flowers grow
She prays for the sun to show
That February girl
Winter is here and she hates the snow
Chilled to the bone
Oh how she hates the snow
Put on your winter coat
She wishes to be a oak and not a willow
Oh February girl
Winter will soon go.
poem by Cassanndra King
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Kisses Of Fire
Lay your head on my chest so you hear every beat of my heart
Now theres nothing at all that can keep us apart
Touch my lips, close your eyes and see with your fingertips
Things that you do, and you know Im crazy bout you
Kisses of fire, burning, burning
Im at the point of no returning
Kisses of fire, sweet devotions
Caught in a land-slide of emotions
Ive had my share of love affairs but they were nothing compared to this
Oh, Im riding higher than the sky and there is fire in every kiss
Kisses of fire
Kisses of fire
When you sleep by my side I feel safe and I know I belong
Still its making me scared that my love is so strong
Losing you is a nightmare fate and to me its new
Never before did you see me begging for more
Kisses of fire, burning, burning
Im at the point of no returning
Kisses of fire, sweet devotions
Caught in a land-slide of emotions
Ive had my share of love affairs but they were nothing compared to this
Oh, Im riding higher than the sky and there is fire in every kiss
Kisses of fire
Kisses of fire
Kisses of fire, burning, burning
Im at the point of no returning
Kisses of fire, sweet devotions
Caught in a land-slide of emotions
Kisses of fire, burning, burning
(Im at the point of no returning)
Kisses of fire, sweet devotions
Im riding higher than the sky and there is fire in every kiss
(caught in a land-slide of emotions)
Kisses of fire, burning, burning
Im at the point of no returning
Kisses of fire, sweet devotions
Caught in a land-slide of emotions
song performed by by ABBA
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A Heap’s peak
Everyone has a heap,
Each heap has a peak,
Be it a mountain or an ant hill.
Priding on such heap one would die,
Each soul thus getting some respite.
15.06.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The rotten fruits
Such a tempting fruit as she is,
With such an adamancy as hers,
She makes my lust of her fall sick
And leaves me, who move to rotten fruits.
Ho! By such acts that she conducts,
What happiness would she derive?
By such denials does she get
Her corporal urges met with?
The rotten fruits overwhelm the eaten ones.
27.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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