Dumaguete boulevard earling morning
Many poems were written
By those who reached here
And made the walks
On early mornings
You can see the serene skies
Unmoved by the wind
You can see the boat sailing
Smoothly cutting the lines of the sea
You can hear the sound of the paddle
Slashing the sky blue sea
You can see the lush green moss
And seaweeds on the sea walls and stones
Along the boulevard
The street lights slowly die
Like the eyes of a woman closing
The morning starts to gain light
From the peeping sun
I am watching this unfolding
With so much joy
Sitting on this white bench
Alone as I watch her
Walking towards me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sketches For A Fine Day
actually i like the sound of
brooms sweeping the street today
a young girl
short for her age
and brown and
bow legged
does her assigned task in the street
gathering dead leaves
as i watch
it is a bright day
the street light is turned off
a young boy's hand is held by her mother
crossing the street
waiting for the school bus
a white dog pisses
on the side of the trunk of the
mahogany tree
a black car from the right side of the village
wheels its way towards the boulevard
a young woman with short blue jeans
jogs along the green valley
the sea is sky
blue and the sun slowly rises from the horizon
like a man's face peeping upon a table's edge
the long line of trees along the faded street
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Can Hear Your Heartbeat
In the silence of the side street
In the whisper of the night
From the darkness of the empty hours
To the early morning light
From the hustle down on main street
With all it's lights so bright
To the trucker on the highway
Pressing through the night
I can hear you heartbeat
I can hear you heartbeat
Girl, the sound of you is so sweet
To me
And i'm sailing on your wind song
Oh, i can feel the summer breeze
You've got me walking on my tiptoes
You've got me standing on my knees
From the mills way down in pittsburgh
To the clubs of gay paris
Ah, no matter where i roam, girl,
You can always get to me
I can hear you heartbeat
I can hear you heartbeat
Girl, the sound of you is so sweet
To me
We got freezing coca-cola
We got anything you want
I moving on that back beat
Girl, but it's you that sings the song
'cos i can hear you heartbeat
I can hear you heartbeat
The sound of you is so sweet
To me
Oh i still hear your heartbeat
Yea i still hear your heartbeat
Girl, the sound of you is so sweet,
To me
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Eyes of Green Meet Eyes of Blue
Lonely mornings crawling by
Lonely nights where time won't fly
Lonely days with no hand held
A pounding heart that's never quelled
Crawling slowly back to you
Eyes of green meet eyes of blue
Sitting silent in a daze
A life alone, it never pays
All behind and nothing here
Hiding all the pain and fear
Crawling slowly back to you
Eyes of green meet eyes of blue
Troubled words meet nervous ears
Fighting through the hurt and tears
Finding peace back in your arms
Giving in to all your charms
Crawling slowly back to you
Eyes of green meet eyes of blue
Lazy mornings, all time lost
Melting back the cold and frost
Holding hands and holding hearts
Forgotten endings, brand new starts
Lying right here next to you
Eyes of green meet eyes of blue
Absence
My shadow --
I woke to a wind swirling the curtains light and dark
and the birds twittering on the roofs, I lay cold
in the early light in my room high over London.
What fear was it that made the wind sound like a fire
so that I got up and looked out half-asleep
at the calm rows of street-lights fading far below?
Without fire
Only the wind blew.
But in the dream I woke from, you
came running through the traffic, tugging me, clinging
to my elbow, your eyes spoke
what I could not grasp --
Nothing, if you were here!
The wind of the early quiet
merges slowly now with a thousand rolling wheels.
The lights are out, the air is loud.
It is an ordinary January day.
My shadow, do you hear the streets?
Are you at my heels? Are you here?
And I throw back the sheets.
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poem by Edwin Morgan
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Serene
A sea of cloth on an early morning
A wooden boat afloat
The cloth of blue and gray clouds
Still touching
Hands and Lips
A man wearing a straw hat
A woman on green skirt watching
Him sail back,
A child cradled on her arms
Serene in sleep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Man Walks Slowly/ When He Has Nowhere Special To Go
A man walks slowly
When he has nowhere special to go-
A man walks slowly
And has the time to look around
The flowers, the trees,
His own memories his dreams-
He walks slowly
And enjoys his walking-
Who knows how much longer
He will be able to go on walking?
He walks slowsly
He has nowhere special to go-
He enjoys the morning light
He is at home with the world and happy-
He walks slowly
And is at home wherever he goes-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Out Of The Darkness
Theres an empty street in an empty town
Theres an old boutique selling ageing gowns
Some words on the walls that were written
By the light of the moon so bright
Can you hear me, can you her me tonight
Take me out of this darkness and in to the morning light
The rain that falls doesnt make me cry
And the wind that blows cannot hurt my eyes
But the things that I see when I turn on tv
Make me wanna lie down and die
Can you hear me, can you her me tonight
Take me out of this darkness and in to the morning light
Can you hear me
Take me out of this darkness and in to the morning light
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Shattered windows, Colors of white
Across the street is a new house with a room painted red, with no holes of white.
Next to me, a house purple, with its color pealing off, with holes of black and white
At the end of the street, an old house once yellow, what now remains white.
The sound of a hammer building a house, entering a place with a color unknown.
On the street,
Windows covered with ice
Some shine with light.
Some broken
Some fixed
Some lost, out of sight.
A house, two blocks from here.
Shines with lights of yellow, red, and green everywhere.
A wall keeping the wind from blowing anywhere.
The house next door, at the dawn of the day.
Paints its room black, and peals the color away.
The wall crumbles.
The wind blows across the colors of yellow, red and green
Breaks all the windows.
Turns the yellow to blue, red to black, and green to white.
The house two blocks away.
Adds a line of yellow red and green everyday.
To allow the house of blue, black and white to shine for us some day.
poem by Linda ErikssonBique
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All The Poems Remain Written Where They Once Never Were
ALL THE POEMS REMAIN WRITTEN WHERE THEY ONCE NEVER WERE
All the poems remain written where they once never were
The grass and the skies of Whitman form lines in the mind of Baudelaire
The trees and dark cities of the distance form single sounds in the heart of the poet who cares
Night is more than darkness and day more than an early setting out
Each thing influences the other and calls back its own origins and end
We are going somewhere we will never know whether we write eternal lines or not
Over everywhere can be heard in the morning light the selfsame sound that through the heart of Ruth burned the alien corn
Keats is not dead, and Borges is not dead and Kafka is not dead and Wordsworth and all those who wrote great lines are not dead
Poetry is the last first eternity of the living word
And those who can hear the sounds of others greater than themselves in their own lines know
We are all writing down this last poem for ourselves and no one else
Though as we go to pray each morning the minyan tells us secretly
All our prayers together are more than any single poem can be alone
In the grey long distance where no one hears any poem at all
God writes and rewrites for us all the book of the stars in which dread is no longer a name
And beauty bright bright beauty is heard and reechoed as more than we will ever be
God is the only Poetry in the End
God is the Only One who never will be dead..
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Night Flanger
I wake up in the evening
The sun is still around
The street seems to be busy
I hear the traffic sounds
Last nights been lousy
I had a lot to drink
Too many dry martinis
And cans of beer to sink
Another day, already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light
I could call my rhianna
Ask her to meet me now
I think I lost her number
Its too late anyhow
I could turn on the tv
Or I could stay in bed
These asians drive me crazy
These asians drive me mad
Another day, already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light
Night is near
Im still in bed
Red curtain
Soft wind
Sunlight
And I was red
On the papers
On the floor
We did watch possessed
People, push and pull it
Moss turf, and other lads
My heads still full of poison
What I do is insane
I should, perhaps, move out of here
Or take a plane to spain
Refrigerators noise
Ill get out, the only choice
Should I get up right now
Wait for me somehow
Dont wanna know what for
To get out of this door
Should I phone debbie meier?
Is this the one desire?
I look into the mirror
My eyes cant be in error
The suns now really gone
Perhaps I am the one
Nothing can creep in sight
Im turning on the lights
Turning on the lights
Im turning on the lights (5x)
The suns now really gone
Perhaps I am the one
song performed by by Yello
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Night Flanger
I wake up in the evening
The sun is still around
The street seems to be busy
I hear the traffic sounds
Last nights been lousy
I had a lot to drink
Too many dry martinis
And cans of beer to sink
Another day, already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light
I could call my rhianna
Ask her to meet me now
I think I lost her number
Its too late anyhow
I could turn on the tv
Or I could stay in bed
These asians drive me crazy
These asians drive me mad
Another day, already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light
Night is near
Im still in bed
Red curtain
Soft wind
Sunlight
And I was red
On the papers
On the floor
We did watch possessed
People, push and pull it
Moss turf, and other lads
My heads still full of poison
What I do is insane
I should, perhaps, move out of here
Or take a plane to spain
Refrigerators noise
Ill get out, the only choice
Should I get up right now
Wait for me somehow
Dont wanna know what for
To get out of this door
Should I phone debbie meier?
Is this the one desire?
I look into the mirror
My eyes cant be in error
The suns now really gone
Perhaps I am the one
Nothing can creep in sight
Im turning on the lights
Turning on the lights
Im turning on the lights (5x)
The suns now really gone
Perhaps I am the one
song performed by by Yello
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White Light/white Heat
Only one recording of this song by gary numan is known, and no official
Lyrics are available. it seems that gary has combined elements from two
Different versions of the song - the original velvet underground version
And the david bowie cover - and then added some of his own, which is why
Ive elected to credit all three musicians.
Original velvet underground version
White light, go on messing up my mind
Dont you know its gonna make me go blind?
White heat, it tickles me down to my toes
Have mercy, white light, have it, goodness knows
White light, go on messing up my brain
White light, its gonna drive me insane
White heat, it tickles me down to my toes
White light I said now, goodness knows, do it
I surely do love to watch that stuff shooting itself in
Watch that side, watch that side, dont you know, gonna be dead and bright
Yeah, foxy mama, watch her walking down the street
Come upside, your heads gonna make a dead end on your street
White light, move in me and drain my brain
White heat, it tickles me down to my toes
White light, I said now, goodness knows
White light is lighting up my eyes
Dont you know it fills me up with surprise?
White heat, tickle me down to my toes
White light, I tell you now, goodness knows
Oh, she surely do move, speed
Watch that speed freak, watch that speed freak,
Everybody gonna make it every week
Sputter mutter, everbodys gonna kill their mother
Here she comes, here she comes, everybody get it, gonna make me run, do it
Higher
David bowies version
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my brain
White light - white light gonna make me feel so insane
White heat - white shapin them down to my toes
White light - white lights got it now, goodness knows
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my mind
White light - white lights surely gonna make me blind
White heat - white shaping way down to my toes
White light - white light could kill me now, goodness knows
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white heat
Verse 1
Verse 2
Chorus (twice)
White lights a-flashing
White light
Still feels right
Whats that sound, whats that sound
Dont turn on, be dead or alive
No feeling
Here she comes
Oww, yeah
(oh, oh, oh, oh) here she comes
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
(ah, ah, ah, ah)
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Green Ricefields
green ricefields spreading to a distance
some white herons circling and landing finding a hiding place
for a while gone and then the wind comes from the trees swaying
the white herons in a flock of fives fly away again
to another rectangular spread of a green ricefield
a scarecrow stands in the middle of the place
the clouds arrive turning from pale to grey to blue
the sun has come in full grandeur
i am just amazed, sitting on a bench praying
simply watching and wondering
they all say that i am lazy and doing nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Boulevard
Down on the boulevard they take it hard
They look at life with such disregard
They say it cant be won
The way the game is run
But if you choose to stay
You end up playing anyway
Its okay--
The kids in shock up and down the block
The folks are home playing beat the clock
Down at the golden cup
They set the young ones up
Under the neon light
Selling day for night
Its alright--
Nobody rides for free
Nobody gets it like they want it to be
Nobody hands you any guarantee
Nobody
The hearts are hard and the times are tough
Down on the boulevard the nights enough
And time passes slow
Between the store front shadows and the street lights glow
Everybody walks right by like theyre safe or something
They dont know--
Nobody knows you
Nobody owes you nothin
Nobody shows you what theyre thinking
Nobody baby
Hey, hey, baby
You got to watch the street, keep your feet
And be on guard
Make it pay baby
Its only time on the boulevard
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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The tempest
I saw the Lord God fishing
while we were sailing
on a stormy sea
and gigantic waves were crashing
while He cast His lines in
landing here and there
and later landing almost everywhere.
The lines of God were blue-white
hitting the ocean and some the boat
and while the storm ripped, tossed us
to and fro
that ship almost came apart.
His lines thundered in sizzling the water
where they fell
running up through the pitch black clouds
and no gale force wind, no raging storm sea
could deny His will
while His lines
with thundering flame came in
and I looked up into that howling sky
with rain bashing against me,
wanting to see Him
and heard the sea scream
in its anger, saw the torrent wind
ripping the sails to shreds
and the storm died down instead
with a great rainbow
against the horizon up ahead
and His lines were all gone
and I didn’t see one more
and the boat set a new course
to reach the shore.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Poem Is Restless In Me
THE POEM IS RESTLESS IN ME
The poem is restless in me-
It waits to be heard-
Now that it comes
It does not feel especially happy about itself.
It knows it is not real-
It is not much-
Just because it is called a poem by me
Does not make it a poem -
The mind has its own place-
My mind also -
I am always thinking poems are with me,
And poems waiting to come-
But who am I and what do I know?
These lines are written in the still of the morning
When the light outside still brings hope
That a new day is possible.
But so many poems have been written in the early morning
And I am so old from hearing them said to me by myself-
And what does it all mean anyway in the end when God is the Only One?
And who am I to know what God is, or invoke the name of God
In such a small thing as my own poetry?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Now Playing
Sitting alone on a park bench surrounded by a natural beauty that only I can appreciate at this moment in time. Oh, there are occasional intruders in this beautiful place, a few joggers with their MP3’s hanging from their ears, lost in a world of music and running on automatic pilot. They pass through this wonderland in a flash and miss the performance only a sojourner like me perceives: The shifting breeze that blows through the surrounding trees. I watch them slow-dance to a score that was written on the wind and only they can hear the composition they dance to.
A long-eared rodent enters the green dance floor and does his version of the bunny hop, stops to see if anyone is watching and continues his dance unabated.
A chorus of unseen red-breast thrushes singing their familiar early morning rendition of “It’s a beautiful morning” while two male cardinals fly by warbling their version.
A house sparrow alight the bench and looked at me and cocked its head left, and then right, As if to say, what are you doing here? then flies off into the trees behind me.
A squirrel scampers onto the scene and becomes aware of my presence and decides to head back whence it came. Taking that cue, I realized that I had overstayed my visit and it was time to leave.
“Natural Beauty”
Now playing, Act one, scene one
One brief performance
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Without Someone
I watch the cars move
I watch the lights up on the window
I walk along the street
Im only thinking of you
I watch the clock staring from the wall
It hardly moves at all
Its you Im waiting for.
Chorus:
Without someone I can depend on
Im lost without someone
As I go on, I hope youre remembering Im lost without someone.
All alone, no one around
I watch the shadows falling faster
The city lights begin to glow
And then I start to realize
I count the hours as they slip away
Into another day
Wondering where youll stay.
Repeat chorus
Still watching the cars move
Still watching the lights upon the window
Im walking down the street
Im only thinking of you
I hear the night as it calls to me
It plays a symphony
It says youre gone from me.
Repeat chorus
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Close To The Wind
Written by gerry beckley and steve levine, 1994
Found on hourglass.
Ah
Lately, it hasnt been easy
Ive been wanderin all night
Searchin, tryin to find an answer
Why Im in this situation
Ive been sailing close to the wind
Trying to keep my head above water
Close to the wind, without you
Ive been sailing close to the wind
Everyday it just gets harder
But youre all I need to survive
For so long it felt like
I was walking on the water
I found the hard part
Is waking without you in the morning
Ive been sailing close to the wind
The weight of the worlds on my shoulders (everyday now)
Close to the wind, without you
Ive been sailing close to the wind
The loneliness its neverending (yes Im falling)
Open your heart, come aboard
And if were back together
I know our love will be everlasting
I still believe that theres a chance
For us to have a happy ending
Peace will reign on earth
Life for all its worth, oh yeah
I pray every single morning
That this time we will be much stronger
Ive been sailing close to the wind
Help me try to find a shelter (to protect you)
Close to the wind without you
Ive been sailing close to the wind
But inside its safe and warm now (were together)
Dont be afraid of the storm
Ive been sailing close, close to the wind (been sailing in)
(close to the wind) dont be afraid of the storm
Ive been sailing close, close to the wind (been sailing in)
(close to the wind) dont be afraid of the storm ...
song performed by by America
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The Morning Light Is Here
THE MORNING LIGHT IS HERE
The morning light is here
Hope is here
I try to think and to write
Slowly slowly
A few words come.
What have I done with my life?
What will I do with this day?
When will the real poems return to me
Have they forever gone away?
The light is blue and white
The day is here
The fear so deep deep in me
Is slowly fading –
God, if You do not move me now
Will I remain a loser forever?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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