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Citizens Of This Country

the fingers may
move in different directions
the actions may
not be united
but they cannot get away
from the hands

always remember
that

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fingers Of Love

Can you imagine this
An itch to sensitive to scratch
The light that falls through the cracks
An insect to delicate to catch
I hear the endless murmur
Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze
And the sound that comes to carry me
Across the land and over the sea
And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I can't look back
Fingers of love move down
Colour is its own reward
Colour is its own reward
The chiming of a perfect chord
Let's go jumping overboard
Into waves of joy and clarity
Your hands come out to rescue me
And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I won't be hit
Fingers of love move everywhere
There is time yet
Fall by the way
From the cradle to the grave
From a palace to the gutter
From beneath the dying waves
To the sun like fingers of love
Through waves of joy and clarity
A fallen angel walked on the sea
And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I won't be hit
Fingers of love move everywhere
There is time yet
For you to find me
And all I want
Fingers of love move down

song performed by by Crowded House
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I Dreamed.... (Hands)

i dreamed last night...
and all i could see were hands.
sometimes hard and calloused,
sometimes soft and feminine.
skilled hands, laborer's hands,
loving hands, nurturing hands....
fingers digging in the dirt,
fingers holding a pen.
fingers playing a piano,
fingers unbuttoning blouses.

hands extended, hands gripping the rope,
hands holding the shovel,
hands covered with resin.
hands folded in prayer,
hands balled into fists.
hands stuffed in empty pockets.
hands that define both history,
and destiny!

hands scarred and bruised,
hands covered with age spots.
hands that speak many languages.
hands that know mistakes, and failures.
hands that built fires,
hands that put fires out!
hands that wiped away tears,
that picked up trash,
and revealed souls....

whose hands?
my hands, your hands?
god's hands?
does it really matter?
hands engaged and involved,
in the very act of living!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Move In

Move in, move in
Move in, watch me move in
Invite me to a party
Hang some colour on the walls
It makes me feel like eighteen
Im gonna change things for us all
Sooner or later the music goes
I see a trace of sweat on your face
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Our worlds turned round but thats okay
Yet, things still look the same
People dancing so much
Keep it pushing come what may
Sooner or later the music goes
I see a trace of sweat on your face
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
I see the lights are low now
But still the faces glow
A year thats full of zeros
Yet who knows what that holds
Sooner or later the music goes
I see a trace of sweat on your face
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Lead on
Oh the music goes
And I feel it pushing on, baby
I feel its pushing
Push against me
Please, stop
I feel the music
Inside me

song performed by by Texas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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United In Pain

my fingers
are not mine anymore
they are running
out of control
i do not wish
to write some more
to infuriate you
but my hands are
rebels
coming out from
my arms
into their
fingers
writing these
lines

i am detached
severed
from the rest of my
parts
i have no more control
about
destiny in the making

birds of blue
feathers
are coming out
from my mouth

and they are not
coming back

my fingers are
automatons
writing now on
their own

i am not
responsible for your
anger
i am a useless man
and my fingers
are not mine anymore

my C5 chokes a nerve
i am numb
my fingers are at war
against
each other now

thoughts converge
without much meaning
united
in pain.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your proximity means a lot to me

Your proximity means a lot to me

Yes, it means a lot to me to be with you
And to be intimately close to you
Not just a physical togetherness
But with a soulful oneness with you
You have been the drive of my life so far
But here and there I missed you
As I chose to act differently from your direction
You never let me down any time
You kept your watch on me
Not uttering a word
Though you maintain a silence I know
What you expect me to do
That will please you
Your directions are not always worldly wise
Your directions are not always fetching
Your directions are not always rewarding
Your directions are often different from acquired wisdom
Your directions are not taught in any school
We understand them from the experience of not life, but of living
Still your proximity means a lot to me
It leaves behind a great satisfaction
After being with you and after having acted upon your direction
When I look back
I understand that
Actions performed as per your directions
Never made me regret them
Though at the time of acting
I needed lot strength than what I require
When I am acting on the path of acquired wisdom
Your proximity means a lot to me
Oh my love, that is hidden deeply in my heart
And you are different from
The wisdom planted in the mind
And gathered in life

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Your Move

Written by terry shaddick and steve kipner, 1983
Found on your move and the very best of america.
I don't understand it 'cause you won't say yes
But you don't say no
Sayin' no we shouldn't you keep holdin' out
But you don't let go
I'm givin' up on trying
To sell you things that you ain't buying
It's your move (your move)
I played all of mine
Time (ah) is running out
Make your move (your move)
Or we can't go on
Till (ah) you understand
It's all in your hands
It's your move
You're giving me the business with that old come on
But you don't come across
You get me so excited don't you know you're such a tease
When i think you're gettin' hot, you're not
(oo) so what's the problem, what's wrong
This kiss and miss you know it can't go on
It's your move (your move)
I played all of mine
Time (ah) is running out
Make your move (your move)
Or we can't go on
Till (ah) you understand
It's all in your hands
It's your move
(know it can't go on) go on
I'm givin' up on trying now it's (your move)
Girl, if you ain't buyin' now it's (your move)
I gave it all i got now it's (your move)
I thought you were hot but you're not so it's (your move, your move, your move)
It's your move (your move, ah)
I played all of mine
Time is running out
Make your move (ah, oh)
Or we can't go on
Till you understand
It's all in your hands
It's your move
It's your move (your move, ah)
I played all of mine
Time is running out
Make your move (ah, oh)
Or we can't go on
Till you understand
It's all in your hands
It's your move
It's your move (your move, ah)
I played all of mine
Time is running out
Make your move (your move, ah)
Or we can't go on
Till you understand
It's all in your hands
It's your move ...

song performed by by America
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Messing up

what purpose is there to see light if the light is fading away by your actions?
You can't bring the light back because of all the damage that was put upon by your hands
good-bye my light I will drown in the darkness because that is where I belong for driving you away
I'm sorry my light for not treating you carefully and doing things right
beautiful light of mine I beg you to not go but I know you will and so will I
we will be heading two different directions you will go higher and grow brighter
I will go down and drown
I am drowning, drowning in my actions, drowning in the darkness

I love you my light... that was never a lie

poem by Yarely Trujeque Palma
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Move Along

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone sins
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along
So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
[x3]
(Move along)
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along

song performed by by All American Rejects
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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United

Look around
They're moving in
Hold your ground
When they begin
We can do it
We can do it and if they wanna they can try
But they'll never get near
Then they can get out of here
Gonna keep on driving
Never stop
United, united, united we stand
United we never shall fall
United, united, united we stand
United we stand one and all
So keep it up
Don't give in
Make a stand
We're gonna win
We can do it
We can do it and if they wanna they can try
But they'll never get near
Then they can get out of here
Gonna keep on driving
Never stop
United, united, united we stand
United we never shall fall
United, united, united we stand
United we stand one and all
So keep it up
United, united, united we stand
United we never shall fall
United, united, united we stand
United we stand one and all
United, united, united we stand
United we never shall fall
United, united, united we stand
United we stand one and all
United, united, united we stand
United we never shall fall
United, united, united we stand
United we stand one and all
(fade)

song performed by by Judas Priest
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Be Grateful

I take a step and move a little slower
with every passing day.
I write my music to fit that tempo
and I find it easier to play.
I used to move my fingers with quickness
the way my head told them to.
I remember with fondness all the movement
but now that all is through.

I settle for slower progressions
and make them come alive
with the sounds I still remember
from the age of twenty-five.

Be thankful girl. The gift's still there.
It's still a part of you.
Thank your Maker on every day
until your life is through.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Remembered Past

The fimiler breath of your old lies.
Somehow changed my life.

Every now and again I remember we were friends.
Even though its in the past maybe can change at last.
I remember your long lost stare
I remember the sent of your hair.
I remember every touch an kiss,
I remember my fingers tracing your lips.

I remember losing you bit by bit
I remember when it slipped.
I remember when I fell
I remember how it felt

But what I remember the most is that you didn't hurt.
That you were okay with letting go

poem by Faith Toy
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Not To End Before The Task Is Done

we, who remain here
within the fold
we decided not to end this thing
before the task is done
and so it all hands upon hands
fingers digging for what is
meaningful beneath
we had spading forks
but they were more for show
the neighbors look amazed
how we, who remain here
seem united
until then what what must be done
had been done
that they finally know
that the shovel was only for show.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Expectation Of Familiarity

Exhausted from the process of moving forward,
Has left many out of breath...
Without taking viable steps.

Weaving through those who protest new directions,
Is like getting a child to think of eating vegetables...
As best for their health.

Unless perceptions change...
Directions to communicate corrections,
Will not benefit swift actions that call for it.

Even though people say they seek change,
The implementation and the quality...
Has to have an expectation of familiarity.
Or the affect of it will not be accepted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Three Words

you write about
three words, and i predict
them from the
beginning,
i look at how your
name spells
letters arranged
so easy to remember
and you hint
about the three words
that i also know....

i know you mean
i love you..

cute, tickle me, like
high school sweethearts
you like it
giggling words
i love you

but grow a little
bit, grow the length of my arms
and muscles on my thighs
grow the nails
in my fingers
some dirt in there
some stains
in my hands

grow some more
yes, have white hairs
and wrinkled forehead
and trembling hands

and some sad stories
as you go along
some griefs
that you cannot contain
move on
with such words as
i quit
i am fed up

move on, grow, let time eat you
bloat in silence
store everything
inside your chest
and hit it with your
fists

do not cry
toughen your jaws
have a rope ready
loosen it a bit
for a while
on the benefit of a
doubt
something that
is reasonable

now, think deep
thoughts
and inhale more air

then exhale
tell me, what are those three words
in your throat?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Remember the Fallen

to remember the fallen
is not to remember how they fell
but to remember why and for what

to remember the fallen
is not only to remember their actions
but to remember the dream for which they fought

to remember the fallen
is not to remember how they fought
but to remember who they fought for

to remember the fallen
is to remember their reason
to remember their dreams
and to remember those they fought to save

to remember the fallen
we continue their fight
we carry their dreams
and we finish what they start

poem by Analissa Range
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Storm

a whole upper row classes
move their furniture - the roar
rumbles through the eardrum
someone slices a bulbous pillow
and rips the darkness with her dexterous fingers
the tear comes away a broken mirror
a cache of memories flash from here
the wind whistles, the trees sigh,
water swirls and sketches the periphery
of the sky like a child - pieces of providence
riding the force of the winds in all directions

first version -
a whole upper row classes
move their old furniture -
the roar rumbles in the eardrum
someone slices a bulbous pillow
and rips the darkness with her fingers
the tear comes away a broken mirror
memories sad and sweet flash from here
the wind whistles, the trees sigh,
water swirls and sketches the periphery
of the sky like a child - pieces of providence
riding the force of the winds in all directions

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Nothing Left

There is always
the aftermath,
the after kissing
time. Time to sit

and remember
the lips touching.
She recalls that well.
His lips on hers.

Skin on skin. Time
to reflect on actions
made. Things done
and not done. Or

done at the wrong
time for the wrong
reasons. She knows
she will go to him

and do similar things
again. The love making
holds no surprises.
The holds, the way

his fingers move over
her, the positions she
engages in, those cigarettes
after, those French ones

he insists on smoking.
The after feel, the stale
breath, the feeling
there is nothing left.

poem by Terry Collett
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Seek and Thou Shall Find

I stopped to ask this young woman for directions,
she hesitated then said, “Now let me see”.
Her voice was clear, soft and gentle,
and she smiled politely at me.

The directions she gave me were complicated,
but as it happened she lived close by the place,
so she said she would walk so far with me
and as I said thank you, another smile lit up her face.

Our talking passed the time away very quickly
and she said, “This is as far as I go.”
She then asked if I had got time for a coffee
and I said, “How could I possibly say no.”

We talked as we walked up to her apartment,
and coffee was my only intent.
We talked and drank coffee until after midnight,
but then our hands touched by accident.

Our fingers searched out for each other’s
and we kissed as our hands held tight.
Our hands then touched each others body’s
and we knew I would be staying the night.

We were both trembling with excitement
and kissed as our clothes fell to the floor.
We caressed and kissed each other all over
and made love again and again, and once more.

We both collapsed and fell asleep on the carpet,
and were awakened by the morning light.
Once again we covered each other with kisses
and made love until the sun shone bright.

I never did get to the place I was searching,
but I did find true love on the way.
We decided to live together
and I’m moving in today.

poem by Orlando Belo
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While Posing.

Mr Clementon says to sit
and wait and pose and you

sit as told and watch as he
prepares the easel and sorts

his brushes and paints and
all the while he sings in a soft

humming undertone his focus
on his task and not at all on you

and you watch and see how slim
his fingers are and not at all like

most men’s fingers are and his
hands are white and his face now

turned to you is shaved clean and
unblemished like a baby’s skin

and you think how soft it must
be to be close to him and sense

his flesh on yours and try and keep
your head still Molly he says firmly

bringing you down to earth and
drawing you from your thoughts

I need you to sit still and not move
unless I say and he begins and his

eyes move from you to the canvas
and back to you again and outside

the window the beginning of rain.

poem by Terry Collett
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Do You Remember?

I remember you.
Do you remember me?
I remember I first love you.
Do you remember?
I remember when you hurt me.
Do you remember putting your hands on me?
I remember I was strong sticking with you.
Do you remember when I'm crying?
I remember pushing you away.
Do you remember going crazy.

Also remember being very strong leaving you and getting away from the pain.
Do you remember me being strong?

poem by Jamie Cathcart
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