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Do not trust time

Time talks to you
and you enjoy it for a while

Time hugs you
and then to your surprise

you have wrinkles
and white hairs

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wrinkles and Grey Hair (Children)

Mommy's getting wrinkles.
Daddy has grey hair.
It wasn't very long ago
when those things weren't there.

Wish I could smooth the wrinkles out
and darken Daddy's hair
to stop the changes going on.
It makes me feel so scared.

Grampa, does it mean they'll die?
They have wrinkles and grey hair!
I never used to worry
before those things were there.

Grampa said to look at him.
There were lots of wrinkles there,
and on his head, a snowstorm
was the color of his hair.

'Wrinkles only come to point
where smiles were, here and there.
It's your mommy's turn to get some
for the happy times you've shared.'

His white, and Daddy's grey hair
well, it was there to show
who had lived the longest time
so everyone could know!

Grampa said it's part of life.
We love, we learn, we live.
We earn grey hair and wrinkles,
they're prizes only God can give.

poem by C.J. Heck
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The Stairs....

the stairs show us
a door, and we focus
to the moment when
we arrive at the very
doorstep
anticipating about
a day of an opening
and see finally what is next
what is there

we step upon each
plank
ascend every next
stair
each stair
and the next stair
all the days of our
lives
spending time
with little rest
and sometimes with
nothing at all

sooner we feel
so deceived
having spent so much
time already
ascending
habitually

but not really getting near
that attractive door

and when we notice that
it is too late

our faces have given birth
to all the wrinkles

our heads have grown
all the white hairs

and silences by all means
have sewn our lips

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Who Wears The White Hairs

she who wears the white hairs
teaches me what to do with my life
i embrace her and take the clue
from the scent of her wisdom
earned by her for years and years
the weight burdening much
on her bare shoulders

her wrinkles speak of the struggles
of the past warring on the moles of her
cheeks the furrows where tears rush
and fall and then seep on the floor

i kiss her tonight for it is her birthday
and i whisper to her my gratitude
i smell the sweetness of her soul
and it sinks deeper into the recesses
of my heart: here is the lady who made me

i once remember the Chinese eyes in me
my brown skin so tight to my bones
my complacency removed from my youth
my mind soaring like a blithe spirit in the air
she was there all the days of my life
teaching, guiding and patiently noting
what i lack, what i need and what i must be

soon i shall have her white hairs too
her wrinkles her sad smile her own death
soon like her i will stand proud too
she did her best and we were brought to the test
she does not mind her passing we are ready for the timing
we shall switch roles, she dies we save more souls

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Time Do We Leave Tonight?

what time do we leave tonight?

we can start at six
i will fetch you
and take you to the place of your wanting
we shall dine
and have a lovely conversation
under the stars
by the sea on a restaurant
the open air
the one we didn't have when we were young
and always in hiding

now our white hairs speak a lot
some wrinkles
tell us of our dignity
our words are carefully chosen
woven not just by our hearts
but by our steady minds
disciplined by time
and agony

there is a lonely flower on the table
the accent of an affair long forgotten
by time
the food is served hot and spicy
white glutenous rice
and hot green tea

we do not like to eat much
we like the talk
we are like peeling
some potatoes
slicing some onions
and some tears
fall from our eyes
then we laugh

it must be the spices and the onions
not the past
now hidden, buried, and dead
the way we prefer
them now
as it is
not as they once were
unruly they all say
but really
still very exciting like the chase
of children
playing in the park one night
when the moon
was full

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I wish every teacher to be like him

It was a
pleasent surprise
My old teacher
Stood in front of me
Hairs white
Wrinkles on the face
But light in the eyes
Still very bright
I bowed and touched his feet
He blessed me with a big smile
Memories took me to
Few years back
I was an orphan
He taught and took care of me
Treated me the best one could
Always smiled
And used tell me
Live with humility,
Help the needy
Never hurt anybody
Put your heart and soul
In whatever you do
I kept his lessons in my mind
Started following them in my life
I got everything I needed
More than I had ever wished
People call me
A successful man
Rolling in money
Liked by every body
I am what I am
All because of him
I wish every teacher
To be like him

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The One

No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
You wanna be the one
Heard you had a story to tell
Sold your soul in a kiss and tell
Sliding down on a helter skelter ride
Into yesterday
No way out, the price of fame
Once its told will you be the same
Rolling down on a roller coaster ride
Well be waiting for you
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
You wanna be the one
Shock the world with your fall from grace
Glory days gone without a trace
No surprise youre a face without a name
But we all still love you
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
You wanna be the one
Its time to tell you
Were faithful and true
Take us back to the days
When we could dream
cos it makes us happy
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one

song performed by by Moody Blues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I hope you enjoy your time away

I hope you enjoy your time away
Those awesome times,
Those lovely days
I hope you enjoy your time away

I hope you enjoy your time away
When you come back
I’ll probably have turned gay (with Shaun: S?)
I hope you enjoy your time away

I hope you enjoy your time away
With family and friends
What more can I say
I hope you enjoy your time away

poem by Gerald Fitzwilliam
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She Talks About Love

Once in a lifetime....
Down at the end, the end of the line
There's a girl who waits for love
She is the one he's hoping for
But there's another one she's thinking of
She doesn't know his name, doesn't know his face
She'll recognize the feeling in any case
She'll be swept away by the flies inside
Make her beautiful, make her come alive
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love
She falls and she falls but never laughs
In the arms of the one she wants
Fights for a dream she's never seen
In a world of rocks and stones
Ands she knows it's there, knows it does exist
A feeling oh so real, almost divine bliss
Takes her breath away, a gem beyond compare
Makes her weak in the knees, she knows that love is rare
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love
The measure of time
Will prevent what's mine
She believes in once upon a time
Once in a lifetime
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love

song performed by by Vitamin C
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Ode to Life and Death

To breathe
To laugh
To tear
To cry

Mother’s kisses
And father’s hugs
Sisters’ talks and
Brother’s cries
Day and night
For fourteen years

I remember when I was down
I said to myself and made me happy

Ode to water, ode to food
Ode to me, and ode to you
Most of all,
Ode to life, and ode to death.
Life.
Live it. Love it. Enjoy it while you can.
Death.
Stop it. Look back. Regret it you know you can.

TICK TOCK. TICK TOCK.
Time is ticking, hurry up and make your move
I did what I had to do
Now…IT’S YOUR TURN! !

poem by Cynthia Onukwugha
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Wrinkles

For Naomi Lazard

Sometimes I can't wait until I look like Nadezhda Mandelstam.
-- Naomi Lazard

My friends are tired.
The ones who are married are tired
of being married.
The ones who are single are tired
of being single.

They look at their wrinkles.
The ones who are single attribute their wrinkles
to being single.
The ones who are married attribute their wrinkles
to being married.

They have very few wrinkles.
Even taken together,
they have very few wrinkles.
But I cannot persuade them
to look at their wrinkles
collectively.
& I cannot persuade them that being married
or being single
has nothing to do with wrinkles.

Each one sees a deep & bitter groove,
a San Andreas fault across her forehead.
"It is only a matter of time
before the earthquake."
They trade the names of plastic surgeons
like recipes.

My friends are tired.
The ones who have children are tired
of having children.
The ones who are childless are tired
of being childless.

They love their wrinkles.
If only their were deeper
they could hide.

Sometimes I think
(but do not dare to tell them)
that when the face is left alone to dig its grave,
the soul is grateful
& rolls in.

poem by Erica Jong
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Wrinkles

Wrinkles in time
trite phrase yet true
where life creates chaos
it leaves wrinkles in you

Furrows in fields
we pass along the way
while navigating roads
we must travel each day

All leave their mark
both inside and out
as we strive to comprehend
what life really is about

Holes in the fabric of time and space
equate to the wearing that in living takes place
With fabric and lives the choices seem the same
We can deal with challenges or merely place the blame

So whether wrinkles we bear
Or holes we must mend
We have tools at hand
It’s our choice in the end

poem by Mary Havran
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Beauty And Character

As graces fade, and praise speaks oft no more,
To mirrors, dimmed for face, of erstwhile glow;
Beholders now belie, the sight before,
Which they were known, to have professed to know;
For Charm would ebb, as seawards flow the tide,
Where stony coast, would show its dried up coves,
When marks of Time, it no longer could hide,
And what frailty, that beauty is, it proves.
But Character accumulates with time;
Though fools fussed over looks Time stole, the wise
Seeks no ambrosia to prolong his prime,
Or shun wrinkles that etch Beauty's demise;
...Should Wrinkles squeal: 'Time's the thief! Time's the thief! '
...Character would say: 'Time farms in my fief.'

poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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You Ask Me If I Change

you ask me if i change
i tell you, yes i always change
don't you notice it?

some hairs on my head
are whiter now, and some
have fallen without any
sound, my wrinkles move
and they beget wrinkles

my eyes fail, my hands
tremble, my feet dwindle,
my memory of names and
places are wanting of
particulars

i change. Everything in me
changes beside you and
how can you not notice it?

i know, we are too near
and we are always together
in this familiarity where
changes are everyday and

yes, how could we not notice
all these, my dear?

you are laughing, a lock
of your hair is falling too.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Celebrate a holiday!

A time when school gives us a break,
A time we can learn to bake a cake,
A time when we get rid of tension,
A time we call “Vacation.”

A time to relax and enjoy,
A time to work and play, oh boy,
A time to reflect back on our deeds,
A time to fulfill all our needs.

A time when we can discover,
Places like New York, London or Vancouver,
A time to pursue a hobby, or two,
Which, in the long run, will benefit you.

A time when you can just sit back,
And enjoy movies on the cinema rack,
A time to jingle, a time to tingle,
A time when the peak season starts to mingle.

So happy and joyful the time we see,
The favourite month for you and me,
The brightest month in the year is May,
A time to celebrate a holiday!

poem by Shidush Contractor
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My American Niece The Talker

She plays with her dolls hours on in
singing them songs that
never end.
Wishing on them when missing
their feet to go to a doctor to
get a sweet treat.
Ever moving she talks walks talks
television on she turns it off
yes she talks
Even after tiredness over takes her
eyes glazed over in rapture
she talks.
Time doesn't matter to the talker of dolls
every one learned to walk and talk.

poem by Is It Poetry
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Enjoy

Enjoy these instants afforded you before they pass away.
If love is your password, happiness will mark your stay.
There is no better investment than time with family and friends.
There's no better feeling than the effect that your love sends.
Take time out of each day and enjoy what's important in your life.
Then dismiss time consuming, unimportant things that cause strife.
Enjoy today without worrying about what will happen tomorrow.
Present is past in a moment and time is a thing you can't borrow.
Before clock or events can ever so quickly alter your tenuous fate,
Enjoy, enjoy your wonderful, loving life; it's still not too late!

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Pathetic Contenders

clinton she talks like
a conceited maid
in the white house
fighting for a raise

obama he talks like
a man who needs
more assurance
he has improved
though - thanks
to the votes for
coming in

mccain he talks
like a man who
has had it all

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Happy singles Valentine’s Day

Happy singles Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s day come once a year.
Do not feel disappointed if you single tonight
No gifts of chocolates or flowers
No special someone present
Go out have fun enjoy
Who know who will be around?
Tonight is the night
Take a look around but don’t be desperate
First come do not jump on the bike
We cannot know how deep if it falls again
Can you afford to make another mistake?
A little bit of flirting, A little bit of hugs,
And a little bits of kisses to be the beginning
Set in motion it harmless thing to begins
To enjoy this wonderful single Valentine’s Day
Hope the one we meet tonight will be the last.
The one we been waiting for such a long time.
The Love of our lives has begins
And Hope we will meet again another day,
To make this a memory night for rest of our lives
Happy singles Valentine’s Day
Big hugs and kisses to all sweet singles
By SEE

poem by See Fee Lee
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Are our brains wrinkled?

Wrinkles are the measurement,
to show the life's management,
some are very near and deep,
and the rest long and steep.

Wrinkles are the asset,
that get through the experience,
not all those experienced,
never have such twinkles.

The wrinkles which can not be seen,
hidden inside the hard shell,
More the wrinkles formation,
More the knowledge dwell.

Let us see who has more fold.
Einstein or a research assistant,
people with more folds may not know it,
people with lesser folds strive to get it.

Do not let anyone,
to iron out the wrinkles,
with their disillusioned vision.
Let us acquire more in our brains.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Surprise in Japan - revelation in an interview

travel consultant interivew
the manager talks about
karma

lourism agency interview
the manager talks about
horrendous things japan did

It was a real surprise this manager of a famous travel agency in Japan talked about Japan's atrocities in the war when interviewing me for aj ob. In a tone of anger, he talked about what goes around comes around and that Japan too would be in for bad times when the time comes.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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