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Destructive Memories

memories are ecstasies
when the come in cascades
we become flooded
every nook becomes water
and there is no escaping
only splashing into its flashes
of fluidity, and we tremble since
of them are horrifying and we
fall short of words to describe
how we are feeling again
like a shudder, a rudder with a
broken tip, a tipsy boat
failing paddles, lighthouse
turning off when the storm
rages on

somehow i end it with
'i'm ok' i have long prepared
for this, and this cannot
touch me anymore
it does not own me and
i have nothing to brag.

i take control, i let my mind
wander like a fog on those
rugged hills.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Floating Boat Needs a Rudder

You seek direction!
That's what you claim to need.
And you want to stay clear...
Of a negativity that teases and schemes.

And you say to me,
You've got to float your own boat.
But fear prevents you,
To listen to advice you toss away...
Before anywhere you go.

You're afraid to row,
A boat that stays on shore!
And advice you're given...
Your are quick to ignore.

Any boat that you'll use will need a rudder.
That boat you use will need a rudder.
Any boat you will use will need a rudder,
From here to there...
Or wherever your druthers.

That boat you're using needs a rudder.
That boat you're using needs a rudder.
That boat you're using needs a rudder...
From here to there...
Or wherever your druthers.

You seek direction!
That's what you claim to need.
And you want to stay clear...
Of a negativity that teases and schemes.

And you say to me,
You've got to float your own boat.
But fear prevents you,
To listen to advice you toss away...
Before anywhere you go.

And you don't want to hear...
A floating boat needs a rudder!
Not from me,
Or anyone other.

No you don't want to hear...
A floating boat needs a rudder!
Not from me,
Or anyone other.

That that that boat,
That you're using needs a rudder.
One day you'll see...
A floating boat needs a rudder!
One day you'll find it true...
And agree with me.

That that that boat,
That you're using needs a rudder.
That that that boat,
That you're using needs a rudder.
One day you'll see...
A floating boat needs a rudder!
One day you'll find it true...
And agree with me.

No matter what druthers suffered...
One day you'll agree.
A floating boat needs a rudder...
To get to your destiny!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uncharted Seas

the storm rages...
the sky dark and angry.
tossed by the waves,
water and salt in my face...

no sign of moon or stars.

following, following,
the song of the sirens...
i've let go of the rudder!

i reach over to
touch your face...
this ship sailing
on uncharted seas.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Failures Are Temporary

failures are temporary
heartbreaks can even be short
if you care enough
for love
of yourself and your friends
we all fall
and we shall all fall again
despite two waking vigilant eyes
and cautioned hands

and so is happiness and success and triumphs
and conquests of your fears
the ecstasies
and joys and what have you that makes you
feel

eternity, tell me when have you learned
this illusion
of yourself feeling eternity, a glimpse
of God, tell me, tell me, describe it to me

today, i can tell you the difference
between all these temporary things, and places and events,
and this eternity that i feel,

it is you, your face that i see that i touch
is this the face of God?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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True Ways Of Knowing

Not an ounce excessive, not an inch too little, out easy reciprocations.
You let me know the way a boat would feel, if it could feel, the intimate support of water.

The news you bring me has been news forever, so that I understand what a stone would say if only a stone could speak. Is it sad a grassblade cannot know how it is lovely?

Is it sad that you can't know, except by hearsay (My gossiping failing words) that you are the way a water is that can clench it's palm and crumple a boat's confiding timbers?

But that's excessive and too little. Knowing the way a circle would describe its roundness, we touch two selves and feel, complete and gentle the intimate support.

The way that flight would feel a bird flying (if it could feel)is the way space that's in a stone that's in water would know itself

If it had our way of knowing.

poem by Norman MacCaig
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Rattled

Don't think that floating boat,
You sit in needs no one to paddle.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

You can handle this with feelings felt specific.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

You can handle this and quick.
With a healing that mends.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

Knowing you are well equipped to face and conquer battles.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

No need to get annoyed,
From annoyances that sit.
Or let yourself just drift.
With experience dismissed.

Knowing you are well equipped to face and conquer battles.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

Don't think that floating boat,
You sit in needs no one to paddle.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

Knowing you are well equipped to face and conquer battles.
You can face conflicts,
To unravel what has rattled.
And battle anything,
If you sit tall in that saddle.

Don't think that floating boat,
You sit in needs no one to paddle.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lie To Me

Lie to me
If it could be easy
For both of us
Pure lie to me
Your kindness
Your gentleness
It will be easy
If all you intention
Is only to lie to me
To play me
To deceive me
So lie to me
Your words
Your touch
It will be so easy
When you finally
Drop your mask
I could turn easily
This love to hate
This longing to anger
Just lie to me
Don’t bother to resist
Don’t bother to hesitant
I will take the fall
I welcome the pain
Of my broken heart
Lie to me
So I shouldn’t be confused
About your smile
About your warmth
That I desperately need
And now it sipping
Through my mind
Through my body
And I can’t control my feeling anymore
So give your best game
Give your best manipulating
I don’t even really care
If only you just lie to me

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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There Are No Pre-requisites To Friendship

genuine friendship
is nothing but just presence
there are no per-requisites
no demands
no expectations just the
honesty of being myself
and being yourself
nothing much just the feeling
that i am one like you
too, in this, in that, that
we belong to the same house,
on the same journey
inside this ordinary boat
with us are paddles and
rigs admiring the same
orange sunset between
the shadows of the hills.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Calming the Storm (Bible Poems for Children)

Jesus told his disciples, come with
me,
By boat, we'll sail across the sea.

He slept on a cushion, in the stern,
The salty water, made his eyes burn.

As he slept, a storm began,
Sweeping, could not see the land.

It threatened to swamp the boat.
Very hard to keep it afloat.

The wind was blowing it all around,
Capturing the boat with an awful
sound.

The disciples afraid, the boat would
sink,
Screamed Save us, save us, do you
think.

Jesus stood up, and softly spoke,
The storm obeyed, The storm was
broke.

The disciples marveled, who was he,
That could control, the wind and sea.

poem by Heather Burns
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Out Of Control

Monday morning, its so boring.
I say how long, you say how long.
It was one dull morning,
Woke the world with falling.
I was so sad, so sad.
It was so sad.
I had a feeling it was out of control.
I had a feeling it was out of control.
Boys and girls go to school and learn.
I had a feeling it was out of control.
I had a feeling it was out of control.
Out of control.
Out of control.
I have full faith, that it was burning.
And it go, say death.
Its a charmer, I say a charmer.
And one day Ill die.
And the choice will not be mine.
Will it be too late?
You cant fight it.
I had a feeling it was out of control.
I had a feeling it was out of control.

song performed by by U2
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Passion...

Amorous words fill me with emotion,
My body tingles at the unforseen.
The scent of your passion fills my nostrils,
A storm of intensity rages within me.
Mind and body escaping in an amorous dream,
Breaths shorten as my imagination runs riot.
Fingers tease and heartbeats rise,
All fight defeated as bodies entwine.
We become one in mind, body and emotion,
And everything in the world seems right...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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This Fun

it's fun
in fact it's more fun
being here

i am thinking
a lot

about people that
i've met
that i barely know

there are only
glimpses
outlines of their lives
in such
a short conversation

it makes me feel
so elated
comforting me that
i am not alone
in this...
say,

sorrow joy
sweet-sour memories
like fish and sauce
on a platter

this fun thing
it's more fun really
on these islands

i am taking more
hours of my life
on the plane

hopping from one island
to another
threshing out stories
of real people
that i met
and talk with
in such a short
witting hours

i do not care
anymore
if what they are
telling are true

does not really matter
sort of
short stories themselves
that they are
weaving
like spiders
in the far corners
of the cities

it's more fun
to be frank with you

merely listening
somehow
the words that travel in my ears
make my senses full

i am not alone
all of them
are telling me

this world is a place
of stories
sounds and colors

it is real
they are all telling me

how come
that i did not really know that?

must i be dumb?
or was i just sleeping for all those years

or simply pretending
to know a lot
from books and pages of the newspapers

?

i am seeing a big river
i put myself inside a wooden boat
take the paddle
and start my way
in the water

i stop a while
to touch the ripples

and then
we are going

into something that we have
never know

under the moon
my shadow speaks

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just So Happens

Just so happens that Im tired of your face
Just so happens that Im tired of this place
Just so happens that I can not endure
The pain and the suffering thats caused when I touch you anymore
Just so happens that Im tired of this song
Cuz everything I ever tried to do just came out wrong
And every honest thing I ever tried to do
Was turned to pain and misery when laid before the godly feet of you
[chorus]
Theres no words left to say
Cuz all the words between us have already gone away
It just so happens that my flesh is turning pale
And pieces of me are disappearing as though my hands were whales
And it just so happens beauty, you could never recognize
And I simply faded away, before your eyes
Just so happens that these last two years
Been a completely meaningless waste of my tears
And if I had a toothpick for every vow you made
Id build a boat of your promises, and Id sail away
*chorus
Just so happens itd take a swift kick to the heart
To make you take back everything that you said
Just so happens that we stuck around too long
We should have abandoned ship, rather than go down with it, now its
Gone
Just so happens that I hate your mother-in-law
And I hate your dog, henry, Id like to fondle him with a saw
Just so happens that Im walking out the door
And p.s., and by the way, I dont love you anymore
Theres no words left to say
Cuz all the words between us have already gone,
Theyve already gone
Theyve already gone away

song performed by by Jewel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Will The Words Come Back?

Words slip off our pen
like warm butter off a knife.
They fall in unison across the page
with everything we write.
Then one day the words don’t flow
in unison like they used to before.
They have no rhythm within them
and just become no more than words.
We look at what we’ve written
and there is no bounce in them.
The words become no more than words
once written by a creative hand.
There is no meaning in what they say
they have no heart anymore.
They are just words written on a page
with no rhyme or reason for them being there.
Some call it a writer’s block;
others call it stagnation of the mind.
The creative juices fall away to nothing,
no spark to be kindled,
no emotions to be released,
no protests to be made,
no stories to be assembled
like a jigsaw in your mind.
Just an empty pen with words
that don’t make sense anymore.
Struggles without feeling,
ideas leading nowhere
on a spiralling downward turn.
You are no longer a writer,
your creativity is gone
and the only question you have,
will the words come came back?

13 July 2009

poem by David Harris
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What Would Shakespeare's Beloved Say?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Please do and let me have my say.

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
First time I hear this and tend to believe it

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
Your words do shake my heart a lot today.

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
I wish I could say something as great.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
How nice the words, how lovely the signs!

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
I wish these nice words were untrimmed.

And every fair from fair sometime declines,
And when we die our memories will be shrines.

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
How bright the day how beautiful and undimmed!

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
For in your poetry I will be remade?

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st.
I'm happy to play your temperate host.

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
But we will die and our bodies fade.

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
I will die and be covered with too much dust.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long my poet, because I shall not be

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
So long again, for thou will soon forget me.

poem by Omar Jabak
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Colder

This is what I should have said
If I'd've been a man about it
You might be in my arms by now
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
As I contemplate the losing
The silence is up way too loud
Chorus:
I can't sleep anymore
The words I never said keep turning over
I can't dream like before
And all I seem to be getting is colder
Just like the t-shirt that you wore
You were divine and full of madness
Not really like anyone
In words too beautiful for words
I constructed a soliloquy
That never seemed to reach my tongue
Yeah the air never even filled my lungs
Chorus:
I can't sleep anymore
The words I never said keep turning over
I can't dream like before
And all I seem to be getting is colder
All I can think of is
My name on your lips
Chorus:
I can't sleep anymore
The words I never said keep turning over
I can't dream like before
And all I seem to be getting is
All I seem to be getting is colder
Colder

song performed by by Richard Marx
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In water tray (dectina refrain)

Look
at the
bird splashing
in the water,
in clear rainwater,
bathing while slapping wings,
chattering telling others
how nice it is to be washing,
inviting them nearer, splashing them wet.
Look at the bird splashing in the water.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Corona

the water on the pail
has overflowed
now you must feel
the coldness too

the rain will be heavy
and it will fall for nights and
days and the road will be
flooded again

this time no child will play
boat in the water
women with black umbrellas
will pass on the streets as
though nothing happened

life is like that
even the vine with nice flowers
are pruned
the trellis sometimes do not
want any tendrils

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Storm

The Storm is coming
The day when nothing will matter
When troubles will be gone and war will be history

The storm is coming
Make you are prepared
it will come with no warning.
No one will know the day of it destruction

The storm is coming
Feel it's wrath
Everything you do now will be meaningless
Everything sticks and nothing is forgotten
The day of judgement is at hand

The storm is coming
Have you taken heed
Have you changed your ways
Have seen the errors you have made
Have you heard the sound of pain you have caused
The storm is coming and those who don't take heed will fall.

The storm is coming
It will be unavoidable
Be prepared and be afraid

poem by Rachel Branscombe
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A Body

a boat lays adrift
finally on the shore
of the far away
island

the sail is broken
the rudder is damaged
the side of the boat leaks

its head appears like
the head of a very weary man

staring at the trees fronting it
while undergoing repair

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blood Chalice Injustice Drips

skipping words across water
ripples spread at each touch point
mind merges into felt wonder

therefore it does not matter
if words are read or not
each skip was mind thunder

mind writes what words want
writes soul felt free thought
runs choice fields that anoint

sanctification consecration
pays homage honours all creation
earth entwined population

control investing in rim wars
out of sight out of mind fills
blood chalice injustice drips

beware balance restoration
all empires embracing evil fall
prosperity favours liberation

poem by Terence George Craddock
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