Blend, Do Not End
Blend. Sip your coffee.You blend to the colors
Of this room. Smell like a morning perfume of
Small red roses. Open palms. No collarbones.
Blend. Take your time. Familiar faces and freckled
Dreams. Blend, bend.
For God's sake, do not end.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blend
blend, how did i ever use that word in my life?
blend with the people i work with, dissolve in their ordinariness
so i cannot be noticed anymore
i wear the same clothes, same brand and even same color to blend
with all of them, and so i am in, not a deviant, not an opposition
not a rebel but a supporter of their cause
blend with the crowd like cuts of carrots and apples and melons
in a blender and nothing is identifiable in that concoction
blend and blend and blend myself with the world and this universe
escape from my uniqueness betray my individuality
as all creeks and rivers all flow to the sea as one entity
away from loneliness, losing myself my thoughts
the I surrendering to the we, the coward one,
blending, and now there is no one, yet why this poetry apart from you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Guests
we try to blend
to the colors of the guests
their perfume
and laughter
sooner the blend dissolves
in discordance
we become overcrowded
in thoughts like an overloaded boat
their perfumes bring
the foul smell of pretenses
and their laughter simply
does not synchronize
with our grief
we wait forward to the last day
of their stay
and when they leave we ponder
that this must not be repeated again
we are better left alone
in our sorrow
the guests cannot understand
we are disturbed
perturbed and molested
there are hotels anyway
where they can just throw their dirt
leave the linens unfolded
chairs scattered on the row
water from the faucet
left open
there will be no murmurs that
at times
all these familiarities breed nothing but
contempt
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sestina/Creation
When all supply was in the hands of Cause,
Effect was molten primal chaos, held
Within a universal cauldren, rest
Was given to consider what the blend
Would yield. What distillation might there come
When left to steep upon the flame of time?
What essence to be poured or spooned, when time
Had separated dross from grime; When Cause
Congealed Effect as form? What shape would come?
Omniscience knew the liqued luster held
Within an orbed mold to cool, would blend
A tear so pure, that Genesis could rest.
An orb within the plumbless steep, no rest
Was had as crystal creep began. In time
A metamorphic stress; a grinding blend
Of blasting heaves had splayed the plates to cause
The core to spill its viscous blaze. Not held,
A spew and fall of flaming rock had come.
As fluid land had ceased to flow, then come
Awaking, as purpose changed the rest
Of earth's most fragil face. Creation held
Expressive mind as conscious force, with time,
Embraced the law of Cosmic Will to cause
The 'Seeds of Season' to sprout forth and blend.
Profound, prestine, profusion was its blend
Of manifest raw beauty. Light had come,
Divine desire had found demension. Cause
Became the tangible of thought. The rest
Of thought, the fractured Self of God, In time,
As Souls, would pierce the veil of flesh then held.
Within the folded fist of night dawn held
Ignited eastern skies, until the blend
Of feathered morning light with time.
Through Holy Emulation, life would come
As reasoning pushed out, first breath, then rest,
Effect emerged as man, awakened Cause.
Creative Reason held the souls to come.
His law combined with Will, would blend the rest
Of mortal clay, with time, to temple Cause.
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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To Be Red
i may blend with the red sky again
clouds colored black
Rising from the earth
Floating on red skies
The sun Is gray
Rectangular to the
Earth shaped like
An ovum
a sensate object
splashes in the sea
Like an inverted comma
He is Icarus
He just drowned
They do not think
It is I
The sea is not green
It is black
I am trying to be
Off-white
for you
To see
But you can’t
You did not try
seeing hard enough.
You have no time
For this
For me
Or anything else.
Sometimes I think
I should have
Grown myself
into a suicide bomber
And then explode
Inside you.
Perhaps you
Will notice me
Finally.
My
Color must not
Be red.
I may
Blend with the
Red sky again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Honey and lemon
Honey and lemon, I know how
The taste blends, and honey and
Pancakes, I know the taste
And lemon in ripe papaya
so sour so sweet
And Honey, how about you and me,
Do I blend like lemon to your honey?
or do i blend more as a yellow slice of
lemon
to your margarita?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heat It In The Kettle
Mix and blend before you can,
Feed me!
Heat it in the kettle then,
Feed me love!
Mix and blend before you can,
Feed me!
Heat it in the kettle then,
Feed me love!
Mix and blend before you can,
Put in the potatoes.
Mix and blend before you can,
Add the tomatoes.
Heat it in the kettle then...
Use chopped beef.
Or any kind of meat.
Take that homemade bread out of the oven.
Thickly slice.
Butter it nice.
Take that homemade bread out of the oven.
Thickly slice.
Butter it nice.
Mix and blend before you can,
Feed me!
Heat it in the kettle then,
Feed me love!
Take that homemade bread out of the oven.
Thickly slice.
Butter it nice.
Mix and blend before you can,
Put in the potatoes.
Add the tomatoes.
Use chopped beef.
Or any kind of meat.
Heat it in the kettle then
Heat it in the kettle then
Heat it in the kettle then...
Feed me love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm A-waiting and A-watching
I'm a-waiting and a-watching for the day that has no end.
For the sun that's ever shining, for its rays that ever blend;
For the light that casts no shadows, for the sky that's ever fair,
For the rose that's ever blooming as its fragrance fills the air.
I'm a-waiting and a watching for the land that knows no night;
Where the terrors of the darkness are dispelled in morning's light,
Where the murmurs of the breezes blend themselves into a song,
And the silvery carol echoes to the heavens, soft and long.
I'm a-waiting and a-watching for the song that's never o'er,
For the joy that's never ending on that light-emblazoned shore,
For the peace that shall enfold me with the heaven's holy breath,
For the glory that shall greet me, for the life that knows no death.
poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter
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sweet and tart combine
colors blend and meld as one
metaphor for life
haiku by Jim Milks (20 January 2009)
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A Butterflies Beauty
Butterfly with beautiful wings,
Glides through the summer
breeze,
As the sun shines upon the wings,
Fluttering oh so silently,
Colors of the rainbow begin to
show brightly,
Like the beautiful colors of
the flowers,
Butterflies blend in so perfect,
Making nature look pretty,
Unique patterns on every wing
has its beautiful story,
Just like nature has its own
story,
Where beauty never ends,
Butterflies will always blend in
with almost anything,
Blending in with flowers, grass,
even trees tall and small,
Including a rest on a fawns little
nose,
It is only to say hi and thank you,
for letting me rest my wings,
Now I must be on my way to enjoy
the summer breeze,
Soon it will be winter and I will
have to leave,
No worries I will return when the grass
is green and trees grow their leaves,
When rivers flow with the sunshine warmth,
Animals tall and small roam again from
slumber,
Flowers blossom beautifully,
that is how you know I will return
again,
Fluttering upon the spring and summer
breeze,
All my family will also return to fill
nature with colorful beauty.
poem by Derek James
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Prismatic Poetry (Naani)
Genuine writing flows
Woven, not imposed
Thoughts blend freely like a song
A prism of poetry in colors.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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My Coral Rose
I love!
the essence of
my coral rose
a blend of
many colors.
So endearing!
A late bloomer
yet so lovely
adding to the
flowers
of my heart
Completing
my bouquet.
poem by Heather Burns
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Reasons
do not reason like a stone
staring at you asking for some
justifications about the flowing of a river.
Thoughs, plain thoughts. Nothing to argue
about how the feet must go, without the hands.
There is no sense. The head keeps dignity.
And the heart plans a revolt of an outburst
of red....more red, like a blend of carrots
and a squeeze of oranges, and a roast
of red tomatoes. Taste. Buds. Tongue.
Splashes of blues and greens.
Strokes. Brushes of realities.
Blend. White and Black. Faceless.
You are a brick wall. Tinged. Tanned.
You pretend walking on the sea. You ask
for flight. This is the island of loneliness.
There is no boat. No bridges. Just hands
without fingers. Mouth without lips. Shine.
The moon above you. You sing. Blues.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From The Banks Of Ganga: VIII
A hard rock my support
Against the rapid flow
Broken pieces of sun
As Ganga moved at her will
The green hills
Caressing the sky
Ganga caressing the foot of the hills
Sky
Earth
Water
Fire
Air
Blend to blend me
In them
Leave me,
Leave me to the sky!
Leave me,
Leave me to the earth!
Leave me,
Leave me to the wind
Leave me,
Leave me to the fire
Leave me,
Leave me with Ganga!
I urged and urged
Ganga flowed through me!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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In Love Is Beauty
In love, in deep beautiful time, one delight
Can blend and mix, blend and migrate
To a deeper love of threatening mice, so light,
So bright in white, so very dumb and late.
In this walking sleep comes a time so to mumble,
Too wet, too beautiful like a main message
In wait for heaven, in entirety the sleeping humble,
Exact and correct for all time, your afterimage.
I am stuck where nobody cares, and loses,
For success lies ahead, and life will be lame,
In order to achieve a pin and finger of flushes,
This ends with spilt blood from the same.
Offered to love is reward, incased in reward is beauty,
We felt harder with vegetable and meat, without crime;
Design the flux of life to influence life that it is discovery,
Return to the woods of distinction, a little climb.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Cook Your Poem
Cook it simple
Cook it short
Blend it with passion
Knead it with ingredients
Let it simmer
Let it boil
Let the images prevail
behind the bubbles.
Serve it with colors
And let it look more palatable.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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catch Them Young' I Say..
I will blend two minds and will shout aloud
To the world, ' Here is the final human mind'.
I will infuse two hundred passions in to it and will sing aloud
To the throngs, 'Here is a mind that sans no glory heard ever'.
I will invent two million ordinary mortals and will speak
To their hearts, ' Here is your role model to frame a mind still'.
I search for the minds to be blended
And many minds flash before my eyes.
I like none - 'All are too narrow', I tell.
I search for the minds once again
And many more minds flash by, none appealing.
An agony strikes me, 'Where are those great minds? '
A millenium passes,
In the drought of mothers who give birth to none great
My blending dreams remain as a mirage
And I begin to write an elegy on the death of minds.
In the inner self of my mind that can never be blended with any other
A nightmare roams with all its scaring images.
I will blend two minds one day but I will not tell about it.
Or else I will tell someone to find them and catch them.
' Catch them young', I will tell him.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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The episodes all blend together for me, so I don't remember. I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning. I always feel I must be such a disappointment to them.
quote by Sarah Michelle Gellar
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It...Is Out, Of Logic
Treat me like someone who comes to care.
And not anyone you meet...
Recently picked up,
Off a public street.
And...
Treat me like someone who comes to share.
Since if I was not here at all,
My lack of presence...
To you would be clear!
It...
Is out,
Of logic...
That we blend seamlessly our philosophies.
It is out of logic,
That we amend each others' needs.
It is out of logic,
Our chemistries agree.
With an enhancing done...
Of our journeyed destinies,
Together we can accomplish as one.
Treat me like someone who comes to care.
Someone there for you,
Cheerleading you through...
Whatever you do.
And...
Treat me like someone who comes to share.
Assessments of our troubles...
To discuss as we must,
For the purpose of repair.
It...
Is out,
Of logic...
That we blend seamlessly our philosophies.
And...
Treat me like someone who comes to share.
Cheerleading you through...
Whatever you do.
Since it is out of logic,
Our chemistries agree.
To accomplish as one,
Together doing this to get things done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life is too short to blend in.
quote by Paris Hilton
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We were always able to sing and blend well together; that's our gift. But aside from that, we're really two different guys.
quote by Paul Simon
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