Calamity
washing the shovels
on a murky river
nearby a bloated body
of a dog
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From the mountain
I will throw this stone
To the nearby river
Try to see if the
River gets murky
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Any Form Of Endearment
The river in you moves
Taking the least resistance
You shall be the murky one
That seeks your own level of murkiness
In calm and still moments
Let me fish for once
In your moments of rage
I shall be the rocky gauge
In the moment of your dryness
I shall be the river bank nearby
We shall be always here in any form
I shall be the bamboo grove one day
And you shall be the cool river again
gently flowing by
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take Me To The River
I dont know why I love her like I do
All the changes you put me through
Take my money, my cigarettes
I havent seen the worst of it yet
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Take me to the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down
I dont know why you treat me so bad
Think of all the things we could have had
Love is an ocean that I cant forget
My sweet sixteen I would never regret
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Push me in the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me
Hug me, squeeze me, love me, tease me
Till I cant, till I cant, till I cant take no more of it
Take me to the water, drop me in the river
Push me in the water, drop me in the river
Washing me down, washing me down
I dont know why I love you like I do
All the troubles you put me through
Sixteen candles there on my wall
And here am I the biggest fool of them all
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river and drop me in the water
Dip me in the river, drop me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down.
song performed by by Talking Heads
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The Dead Fish Speaking For İtself
the best evidence
of that dead fish
is its body bloating
and stinking
floating on the
murky river
the rage of the river
tries to report the sad story
to the deep
blue sea
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sea And The River....
the dialogue has its twists and turns
it is like a river winding its way
to the sea, and those who pass by
do not really notice that they have
stepped upon the running water
for eight times already,
just like our talk, it is going round and round
less sounder,
so trivial, it is always revolving around
a mountain, wanting to
escape into the sea
and meet the salt of its body,
but until when?
there is so much delay for our real purpose
until it rains
and the river bloated its body
and the sea showed
a tsunami and everything we have
and adore
are all in an instant taken away
because we do not really know what we want
perhaps
that is the way we really want it
not meeting
always going....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Scarred People
one rainy day
the scarred people
decide to take the plunge
on the murky river
they go naked
not for anything else
but to simply see who got
most of the scars
from their faces
to their feet
someone wins of course
his scars look like snakes and
centipedes
practically naked he looks like
a leopard
yet he is the most gentle person
of them all
they take their plunge into the murky river
following where the flood
may finally hide.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Washing Of The Water
River, river carry me on
Living river carry me on
River, river carry me on
To the place where I come from
So deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride
If I should fall, would you swallow me deep inside
River, show me how to float
I feel like Im sinking down
Thought that I could get along
But here in this water
My feet wont touch the ground
I need something to turn myself around
Going away, away towards the sea
River deep, can you lift up and carry me
Oh roll on though the heartland
til the sun has left the sky
River, river carry me high
til the washing of the water make it all alright
Let your waters reach me like she reached me tonight
Letting go, its so hard
The way its hurting now
To get this love untied
So tough to stay with thing
cause if I follow through
I face what I denied
I get those hooks out of me
And I take out the hooks that I sunk deep in your side
Kill that fear of emptiness, loneliness I hide
River, oh river, river running deep
Bring me something that will let me get to sleep
In the washing of the water will you take it all away
Bring me something to take this pain away
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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One Day You Stop By A Bridge And Just Sit There
and gaze at the rage of the water
under
the brown river gathering all the nuts
from the mountain
after the flood
murky, all murky
you sit there staring blankly
down
under
and you get carried away
floating
like one of the coconuts
not minding
direction
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nature's Suicide
even the sight of the moon
hanging upon
a tree
or the river murky with
the flood of the mud from the
mountains
like running blood
like a rope tied at the beam of the house
all, at first glance,
makes this goose-flesh in my body
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Way At Giving Poetry A Contemporary Name
poetry is just a flow of the river, taking away what is floating there
everything, from the heart to the vastness of the sea,
you get carried, not just by the substance of the river in-itself,
but also of the sound of the flow so uniquely yours, unequaled even
by the perfection of those who were here ahead of you,
you get carried away, you become the river itself, the leaf, the sand,
the bubble, the fish, the twigs, the paper boat, the shadow of the clouds
the mirror of the sky, clear so clear, murky and so murky, you flow
to be one with the sea, the horizon, you become more and less,
you get carried away both with the bulk and the bulge and the budge,
you get carried away, you lose yourself with the wind, you hear all the
sounds, you talk and walk, and then you feel the happiness of the earth
and the sky and the whole of the galaxy.
There exists no borders of time. It is all space. Bliss.
There are no lessons, not even visions, there is only the universal lull.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Enough shovels of earth -- a mountain. Enough pails of water -- a river.
Enough shovels of earth ..........................a mountain. Enough pails of water ...............................a river.
Enough shovels of earth make a mountain, enough pails of water a river.
I Will Throw A Stone
From the mountain
I will throw this stone
To the nearby river
Try to see if the
River gets muddy
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Silent River Part2
Sunday is a holiday
I'do again
I'makes again
The memories of the silent river
I'come again
To remember
I'have ever love and miss
Here in the silent river, silent so silence
The memories of the silent river
I'felt his love again in this river
I'felt his longing again in this river
I'felt his kindly again in this river
And i'see again his softly face in the water
In this silent river, silent so silence
The silent river
Makes me remember
I'miss again
the silent river
Makes me to get so many things
Sitting nearby silent river
Come to me the lonely
Come to me the long yearning
Come to me the tears
Come to me the rain
The silent river keep my memories good
In the silent river, silent so silence
Save me now, from all the dejected
To spin around all back
This silence is geeting on my nerves
Were i'am so afraid
You were to be lost in thought
And all was lost to me
Here in the silent river, silent so silence
Deprivation
A long time ago
I pledged to hand-over my body
To waves of mighty river Indus.
I wished
The river that blessed
The body of a sage
Shall embrace me.
Now
When i want to die
I have no pure place to jump into.
Where should i go?
The river has dried up.
How shall i be
Able to take my last eternal bath.
poem by Wali Jamali
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Sins
Rain falling down,
Soaking my body,
Washing my sins away,
Gone from me,
No matter what I do from now on,
You will always make me seem as though,
I've never experienced these things before,
It's amazing you came into my life,
And now I'm never going back,
Those sins are forever gone,
For when I'm in your arms my body and soul are washed clean,
This redemption you allow me,
Oh how I'm so thankful,
While I may stumble, trip and fall,
You will be there,
Picking me up again,
Loving me, caring for me,
Washing away the sins from me,
I try so hard and some times I fail,
I get back up only to find you are carrying me along the way..♥
By; Brandi Dybala *1/26/11*
poem by Brandi Dybala
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On Like River
We had such fun
Underneath the sun
But it's done
And time has won
In the ocean beneath
Washing away our feet
Offering my seat
And you go
On like river
Off like hurricane
Oh yeah
And you go
On like river
Off like hurricane
Can you feel my pain?
By the light in me
Helping you to see
Try to believe in me
Cuz, love, you go
On like river
Off like hurricane
Can you feel my pain?
I can't just move on
I just can't faze it out
Oh, no..
I think I'll run away
Nothing left to say
In the light of day
You go
On like river
Off like hurricane
Can you feel my pain?
Lost for words
Following the birds
May seem absurd
Cuz you go
On like river
Off like hurricane..
Please don't leave me
Standing, take me
In your arms..
poem by Pete Rivera
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Beautiful River
And he showed me a pure River of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb." -- Rev. xxii. 1
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
CHORUS.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the bosom of the river,
Where the Saviour-king we own,
We shall meet, and sorrow never
'Neath the glory of the throne. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
At the smiling of the river,
Rippling with the Saviour's face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Soon we'll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
poem by Robert Wadsworth Lowry
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A Dream Of The Flesh
we are in the river
naked
our bodies meet
like
one body
missing
another body
and the river
becomes
one warm
water
trickling down
our two bodies
body to body
flesh to flesh
hands
to hands and
arms entwine
like some
chains of
daisies
to our necks
this oneness
that we
finally make
eyes to eyes
closing
and lips to lips
searching
tongues
we dare
search
our souls
if they
are there
too
in this
fusion
for the
meantime
we have no time
to ask
the river
has no name
even
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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