D2
we both have nothing to say
and we love it this way
only our hearts speak and feel
the mind has long surrendered
logic fails, reasoning gave us the
runaround
what our hands are doing are
simply opening to what is given
before us: doves hovering upon our
heads and then gently landing on our
palms.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Speak Gently
Speak gently! -- It is better far
To rule by love, than fear --
Speak gently -- let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here!
Speak gently! -- Love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently Friendship's accents flow;
Affection's voice is kind.
Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild: --
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear --
Pass through this life as best they may,
'T is full of anxious care!
Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart!
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word!
Speak gently to the erring -- know,
They may have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again!
Speak gently! -- He who gave his life
To bend man's stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
Said to them, 'Peace, be still.'
Speak gently! -- 't is a little thing
Dropped in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.
poem by David Bates
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You Know Im Not Crazy
Say your mind has an overload
Your heart beats rythym
Hot and cold
Your stature has a naked buxx
When youre near
Youre not like us
Chorus:
You know Im not crazy
You know Im not crazy
I caught on to the way you smile
Love could only last a while
I couldnt love
I couldnt touch
The situation
Was too much
(chorus)
Your love fails me
Your love it fails me
Your love fails me
Your love it drives me crazy
Dont tell me that lovers always mistrust
The lies in your eyes
The death in your lust
Its more than distraction
You touch you feel
Our hearts dance apart
And you say this is real
You know Im not crazy
Talk about the love we feel
The passion that our hearts conceal
Kiss and run
The fools we trust
Love inside a blinding lust
(chorus)
Hold me to my every word
Forget about the things you heard
Time will conquer
Time will state
We owe every tear to fate
(chorus)
Your love fails me
Your love it fails me
Your love fails me
Your love it drives me crazy
song performed by by Culture Club
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The Doves And The Tree
what i first see are the doves hovering on the tree
they are many and the tree looks as though its leaves are plenty
for one thing
the doves when they hover
they hover together
as a flock
and when they leave
they also leave together
as a flock
and the tree can do nothing about it
and thus it happens
the doves all left at the same time leaving the tree to the truth
of its existence
it has no leaves at all this summer
when hot is really hot in here
when all the doves fly away together
the tree
looks like the thin, worn fingers of a very old man
opening, stretching to the skies
praying for mercies
and what about it God?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hovering Sombrero
Hey hovering sombrero
Gently waving in the air above the meadow
Softly floating in the sky outside the window
Hovering sombrero dont be shy
Dont... dont be shy
Dont be... terrified
When you take yourself for granted
Feel rejected and unwanted
Know youre never just a hat
Youre never only just a hat, you know
Hovering sombrero
Hovering sombrero
Time is flying like an arrow
And the clock hands go so fast they make the wind blow
And it makes the pages of the calender go flying out the window one by one
Til a hundred years are on the front lawn
And the old familiar things are mostly all gone
But the old sombrero just keep hovering on
Hovering sombrero hover on
Dont be burdened by regrets
Or make your failures an obsession
Or become embittered or possessed
By ruined hopes remember
When you take yourself for granted
Feel rejected and unwanted
Know youre never just a hat
Youre never only just a hat, you know
Hovering sombrero
Hovering sombrero
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Empty Words
we all speak our minds
rarely our hearts
forgetting the truth
to know what we want
our words are out
once they've been said
but some have no meaning
especially in our heads
the heart holds emotions
we wish not to share
but once they've been said
there will be pain to bare
we speak lies
that come from the mind
but when will we feel safe
to speak from the heart
we say what we don't feel
we feel what we wish we didn't
but either way we will learn
the mind has these empty words.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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The God of Love Speaks to Man…
I gave you hands to grasp and work
With finesse, deftly, and eat food;
I thought you'll fold your hands and pray,
And thank me for the gifts I gave!
But you use hands to hurt and kill,
And do all sinful things your way!
I gave you legs that carry you,
And stand upright and walk my ways;
I thought you'll genuflect and pray,
And thank me for all that I do;
But you tread upon evil paths
And leave my tenets, go astray!
I gave you eyes upon your face
To see the good world I had made;
I thought you'll read the word of mine,
And live your life in accordance.
But you use eyes to see the muck
That spoils your heart and mind and soul!
I gave you ears to hear sweet sounds
Of birds and animals I found;
I thought you'll hear my divine voice
And thank me for the gift of life;
But you hear noise that's deafening,
And songs that satisfy your lust.
I gave you tongue and mouth to speak
Kind words to all and love brethren;
I thought you'll eat the foods you should,
And thank me for the taste of things;
But you speak lies and blaspheme God
And eat substances of abuse!
I gave you mind to think aright,
And wonder how awesome is God!
I thought you'll keep your brain flawless,
And thank me for your reasoning power;
But you take drugs that give you highs
And waste your precious time I gave!
I gave you heart to empathize,
And feel the anguish of others;
I thought you'll have remorse for sins
And ask forgiveness from the Lord;
But your heart harbours evil thoughts
Those wreck your mind, body and soul!
Remember man, I made you out
Of clay but breathed life into it;
And gave a soul and my semblance
To know my love that's infinite;
Love made me make you with great care,
And yearns to have you back wholesome!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-10-2012
poem by John Celes
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Buddhist Lesson # 2
enlightment,
the act of opening,
like a rosebud,
like a mother,
opening the door...
like a child
opening a present,
like a woman
opening to a man....
opening...
all the hidden chambers,
every door to every
secret kingdom of the soul.....
opening the box that holds
your secret thoughts, desires....
opening...
the door of the cage,
letting the winged breath fly....
opening....
your heart to itself,
and to all hearts beating....
opening....
the vault of conceptions,
the entrance to the tomb
of past lives and memories....
opening...
your hands to the world
as if it were your neighbor,
and you, it's home!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Experimentation
do not pick the words
let the word pick you
do not think let thinking
think for you
do not move
let the movement move in you
do not even think of the logic
in metaphors
there is no logic in them
they are the geese coming one spring
lots of noise moving in one direction
landing in your backyard
staring at the window looking for you
you see the world has a life of its own
do not ever think do not ever signify
the world moves, twirls, spins, collides
in you and you are shocked surprise at this
kind of phenomenon
the world hands you what you have been dreaming
you are its only child
and she introduces herself as your only mother
her grass is your cradle
her trees your friends her rocks your company
her clouds your travel and transition
her sun her moon her stars
they are all yours now
resting in the lines of your palms
be glad then
now you are so complete.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Speak to me Gently
Speak to me gently
words as soft as a sea breeze
Touch me with your hands
as well as your heart
Let us swim in the ocean
and feel its passion
Let me smile
to put your mind at ease
Hand in hand we dance
slowly together
Virtually motionless
suspended in time
Drifting slowly
Held firmly together
A tender embrace
Sustained everlasting
Look at me closely
Feel my deepest thoughts
Let your heart beat with mine
Speak to me gently
And my heart will listen
Touched by sincerity
Nurtured with love
Joined together
Hand in hand
And heart to heart
We live, we breathe
Within each other
poem by William Lindenmuth
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Bad reasoning as well as good reasoning is possible; and this fact is the foundation of the practical side of logic.
quote by Charles Sanders Peirce
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Break It To Me Gently
Words and music: paul dean, mike reno
Face to face, I can see that look in your eye
But are you looking at me
Cause you know things arent what they seem to be
Does it matter to you
Or have you played that game before
I can feel you across the room
I wanna know just what it takes
Cause you know that Ive made some mistakes
Ive been down that rood before
Dont want to feel like a wolf when im
Banging on your door
So, break it to me gentiy all night long
Break it to me gently or prove me wrong
Take me to the point of no return, oh yeah
Break it to me gently all night long
All night long
So tell me if Im wrong
But wasnt it you that gave up
Without a fight, last night
So tell me if Im reading you right
Thats when I felt that there was something going on
And now I know what I wanna see
When you walk that way
Do you walk that way for me
Gotta know
Or are you just putting on a show
Cause youre everything I want
And a little bit more
Break it to me gently all night long
Break it to me gently or prove me wrong
Take me to the point of no return, oh yeah
Break it to me gently all night long
So break it baby
Here we go
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh, oh oh
Break it to me gently all night long
Break it to me gently or prove me wrong
Take me to the point of no return, oh yeah
Break it to me gentry all night long
Break it to me gently all night long
Break it to me gently or prove me wrong
Take me to the point of no return, oh yeah
Break it to me gently all night long
All night
song performed by by Loverboy
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The Time That Slips On My Hands
the time that slips on my hands
splits through my fingers
so fast like a dream that cuts
itself before dawn
when i wake up sweating
and feel the need of a
glass of cold water
slowly the sands of time fall
on my feet
the winds of change blow it
and then
i feel the emptiness of its
departure
the heart is left wondering
what is it that is left undone
the mind has answers but as usual
it fails to consider the
reasoning ability of feelings
you look at fate in the eye
feeling so guilty and wasted
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Never Too Old
We often think that age as we grow older
mean that we cannot do things
someone half our age can do.
The reasoning is fallacy;
we are never too old
so long as within our hearts
we want to feel young.
Our smiles never alter,
nor does the love in our hearts.
Age is just a number,
not a constriction be.
You are as young
as you will always want to be.
28 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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Obsession (revised)
to believe that there are heights to my own glory
is no longer possible.
On that day in that room, where they wear
all their thick glasses, their hands have already done
what should not have been done.
I was weak, and my mouth did not open.
They kill every poem i had in my palms.
They were doves.
They said they were bats.
Black bats.
No, i said they are the whitest doves i have.
They are even angels.
They were laughing.
Some giggled.
And they
said, 'Crucify him, crucify him! '
IT was an obsession.
That i have butterflies on my hair.
That there were
red roses in my fingers.
There were none, in fact.
What i had are mere words.
Syllables of my survival.
When i left that room, i did not admit that it was my mistake.
Far from that,
i look again at my hands in the mirror,
and i saw
vines, fragile tendrils, and they are so alive, like
dragonflies.
One understands somehow, that we write, not because we want
to have a brand, a name, a tattoo
a heart, a rose, an arrow, blood dripping
NO. That is not so. We write because we are here and our fingers
are always incomplete.
We press our palms on our chest and we say
Look i love myself, and this all i got.
Let me write and let it all be about me.Not for those thick glasses
Inside that room.Their rules are not mine.
I have mine only to give.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ambivalence
it easy to spot
our ambivalence
our lips want to kiss
but your hands
push my chest away
i want to hug you
and make love
with you
but my mind says
i may be
into a long range
trouble
i am thinking
of a room where
we can think
and speak our minds
where we can
forget the dangers
of our game
i reserve a day
for both of us
where we can
simply sit and
do not discuss
morality and what
people may say
yet my feet take
the cab and the
next thing i know
i am in a plane
warmed by my
own black jacket
my arms folded
my hands in
my pockets
i am beside
someone else
and the plane
touches down
and i cough
and it rains
and i step out
and i hide
in another room
far away from
you
and i tell myself
i will be missing you
the word is goodbye
it is never hello
it is never us
it is not the heat
but the coldness of
our coward hearts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Joy Of Loving
the joy of loving
is not in that taking but in the giving
i tried taking too much and put them in my hands
oh! everything becomes a mess
there are spills and dirt everywhere
i take the other option
of simply opening my hands and letting things go
like letting five butterflies fly away from my palms
into the garden of flowers
like setting free the two lovebirds spending all their lifetime
inside the metal cage that mother bought
like giving away the last saving of my life
so that you may find finally the person that you really love
i have emptied myself of everything i keep
now happiness comes
and fills every hollow corner of my being
i walk along the shores of my life.
singing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Doves
Doves
When true love
With affections plough;
And feelings surge
For the hearts to merge,
The hearts witnessing,
Are with emotions a-flowing—
Glory be to the Loves,
And blessed be the Doves.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Runaround
Bill: so you need to kick up your heels;
Baby, I can understand.
Dont you know how its making me feel?
I wanna be your only man.
Jason: when it comes right down to the wire,
I just need a touch of your fire.
But youre livin it up,
Youre givin it up.
Bill: seems Im always waiting for you
To find your yesterday.
I think I know what youre tryin to do;
I got a better way.
Jason: baby, soon enough it will end;
Youll be reachin out for a friend.
But now youre livin it up,
Youre givin it up all the time.
Please be mine.
So good at the runaround;
Youre still making me wait outside,
Holding on to broken promises.
So good at the runaround;
I dont want to stand in line.
Its my turn, baby,
Please just let me in.
Bill: though youre always out on the town,
I feel your lonliness.
While your life is leading you round,
Its just like an empty kiss.
Jason: when it comes right down to the truth,
Well, it comes right down to you.
Youve been givin it up,
And losin in love every time.
Please be mine.
So good at the runaround;
Youre still making me wait outside,
Holding on to broken promises.
So good at the runaround;
I dont want to stand in line.
Its my turn, baby, please...
So good at the runaround;
I still fall for the same old lies,
Holding on to broken promises.
So good at the runaround;
I dont want to lose this time.
Its my turn, baby, let me in,
Just let me in.
Baby, please just let me in.
song performed by by Chicago
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God Gave Me...
God gave me eyes so I could see,
God gave me legs so I could walk,
God gave me hands so I could feel,
God gave me ears so I could hear,
God gave me a nose so I could smell,
God gave me a heart so I could love,
God gave me a brain so I could think,
I’m still trying to figure out why God gave me you.
poem by Rebeckah Schroeder
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If You Look For Meaning Of A Poem
if you look for the meaning of a poem
be disappointed
its meaning
is in the feeling
the feel of
a lightness like a cloud
(were you ever once a cloud?)
the feel of a feather
landing on your palms
and you do not
even
know it has
touched
you
be glad
a poem is
nothing
but
feelings
it has no
mind
you cannot
measure
its weight
and width
but it is so
huge
and
encompassing
it is there
it has arrived
occupying
the whole you
and you
never knew
that
for once it
ever happened.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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