Ensemble Fete Rustique
I am assembling conversations
Of two former buddies
Who really like each other
Not as lovers
But as pure friends
And much as they really want
As brothers
They wanted to be
On same direction
Taking together
A path they love
But as fate would have it
Each had
Opposite directions
One went south
The other north
For years each
Thought about
The other what
Happened and
Where must he
Be now living
One fine day
They see each
But as norms dictate
Of course
One cannot kiss
The other
They shake hands
Like nice gentlemen
And they sit
And talk
No one cries
Each will be
Calm and rigid
“you are
flourishing! ”he stoically said.
“you look
real good! ”, he is unmoving,
they have not
seen each other
for 30 years
but as norms
would have
it, they pretend
that there is
no softness
involved
that there
exists no
feelings like
that of a
lover long lost
and now is
found.
Each saw the light
And each has opted
For a compromise
They have to be
Blind just the same
When they first
Parted as buddies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Outsourcing Abilities
Calm down!
What is the matter with you?
You look exasperated.
Irritated AND annoyed.
What happened?
'I arrived home.
And everything was gone.
All of my food.
Icecream and my favorite cookies.'
Gee.
Really?
I saw your buddies doing that.
But...
I didn't think anything about it.
'You witnessed it?
And didn't say a thing about it to them? '
Why should I?
Those are your friends.
Your allies.
And besides on my last visit to your home,
You declared you would do absolutely anything...
To get your hands on season tickets.
Do you remember this?
'Well...
Yes.'
Do you remember telling your 'friends',
Whatever they wanted from you...
They didn't even have to ask.
And whatever it was had been up for grabs?
And all they had to do was to take it from you?
'Well...?
Sorta...kinda.
Why didn't you stop me?
You could have said something.'
I did.
I called you a fool.
And then what did you say,
As your friends looked at both me and you?
'I said...
If anyone knew anything about outsourcing.
It was 'me' and not you who should be calling 'you' names.'
Exactly.
And you are right.
Apparently calling you a fool,
Was not enough.
Especially when you issued each one of your 'buddies',
A set of your house keys...
To come and go as they please.
'But I didn't think they would do anything like this to me.'
Well...
You did show 'your' outsourcing abilities,
At the expense of feeding yourself.
And I hope you are not here,
To accuse or blame me for your activities?
You and your friends do that 'feast or famine' thing together.
Do not involve me.
I am going to sleep, eat and live my life quietly in peace.
Would you like a sandwich?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost Control
Writer: al kooper
You were out there
And I thought that you were
For the asking
Ive never been unfair
But I was looking for a love
That would be everlasting
Three years of taking
Anything that I could find
A one night stand -- you understand
Wasnt what I had in mind
Believe me that I lost control
I wanted you and that was
All that really mattered
Oh, I lost control
I couldnt tell this whole world
Had shattered
Lover, I could see
Was what you whipped on me
And I lost my control
Now he was your man
He had his faults
But you done your best to stick by him
But then one day
Bam! bam! he shot you down
Without anyone around who
Would try him
Three years of taking
Anything that he could find
A one night stand he didnt understand
It wasnt what you had in mind
And I believe you
Lost control
You ran to me and it felt
Like a whole new feeling
You lost control
You had an open wound
And I was so good at healing
But all you could see
Was the good side of me
And you lost control
No consideration
We couldnt help ourselves inside
It was a sorry situation
And he came to me one night
And he cried
He said you cut me worse -- ow!
Than any woman ever hurt a man
I said, my man, Im real sorry
But that was not my plan
And I just believe
(you see this is what really happened)
I just lost control -- thats what I did
I just lost control
My whole world had turned around
And you were runnin free
When you came to me
Oh we tried -- we tried our best
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Good Love
Everytime I get to see you
I get this feelin
Its so fuzzy inside
And as soon as I walk away from you
Im still tasting your kiss
Saving it in my mind
Its not everyday I find
A guy that makes me smile all the time
Not the way that you do
All the guys I thought I used to love
Compared to you they dont match up
They got nothing on you
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
Baby you got somethin special
That has me thinking of settling down
Youre the one my mama told me
Would sooner or later one day finally come around
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
You bring me joy
And you bring me much pleasure
I could never see myself leaving you ever
Your soft touch is good and it cant get no better
You have got my mind so caught up
Im drunk off of your good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
I think I found a good good good love
The kind that will put it on you
The kind that you wanna hold on to
I think I found a good good good love
We can be lovers and friends too
And theyll do anything for you
A good love
song performed by by TLC
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Marriage to be outdated.
They are shopping buddies.
Pleasure of shopping
Without the strain of being together.
They are gossip buddies.
Pleasure of company
Without the stress of staying together.
They are bed buddies.
Pleasure of sex
Without the friction of living together.
No more swearing undying love.
No more waiting for princes to come.
No more broken hearts
No more longing and pining.
No spying; no divorce.
Soon marriage would be outdated.
Each one would die without a companion.
02.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why Things Happen
Things don’t just happen
There’s a reason for it all.
A universal map exists
In which each of our paths fall.
Matter not that it took billions
Of years for mankind to form.
Each one of man’s millions
Has his idiosyncratic norms.
Whether there’s just one creator
Or an omnipotent, omniscient force,
Some day sooner or later
There’ll be union with this source.
Then why things happened the way
They did will be known, but too late
To change things where we had a say
Versus no choice about our fate.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Soldier's Memories
Fresh from high school, new to basic
intense training, formed my buddies
from all over, different worlds
one goal, serve their country
enter war zone, arrived shock
Bullets flying, bombs exploding
minds wandering, buddies bonding
scenes beautiful, children playing
Scouting area, danger ahead
exploding IED, metal twisting
metal flying, Buddies screaming
fire burning, buddies bleeding
piercing pain, saving others
dying moans, can't be saved
blood flowing, bones bearing
injuries severe, may die
buddies dying, iam surviving
rescued, healing, will recover
buddies gone but not forgotten! !
poem by Michael Peterson
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Memories Of Our Friendship
as we stray apart,
memories keep us close,
we talk once a month,
but when we do,
it feels like everyday,
you have this calm about you,
that make me myself,
everytime i talk to you,
best friends for love,
lovers family always thought,
what happened between us,
is what holds us apart,
it had nothing to do with you,
i stopped trusting,
the day somebody took away,
my innocents and trust,
though it been years,
i just found out,
sharing the reason why,
will make me feel closer to you,
you married and have your life,
i want what best for you,
and if it means,
holding in how i feel,
to keep you happy and married,
that what i will do.
poem by Mona Martinez
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The Land Of The Love
I searched the love in somebody's heart
I searched the tender in somebody's eyes
For the real love that is so hard to be found
You must forget all your rights that oneday you have fought about
The mortal love that so hard to be found
Your identity will disappear there
There at the land of the love
You may waist your dignity
All your red dreams that oneday were
Oneday were burried in your imagination
With foist feelings I am back now I was lost at the land of the love
Searching the true love was so hard for me
Unfortunately I couldn't find the pure love there
When I traveled to the land of the love
I found the artifice of the lovers there
And there I never can be satisfied
At the land that never ever exists the sacrifice
And there never can born the love in the hearts
At the land that rarely I found sacrifice
The burning eyes of the lovers
The tenderful glances were disappeared there
The artifice had colonized there
I escaped from the land of the love with destroyed feelings
I am sorry that the love deserted the land of the love
And the hearts were so bare and brutal
Only the interests were living there
The real love I could not find there!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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To Our Destination
They wear a direction for their utmost pleasure,
The direction is either north or south,
Not west or east, like the compass shows,
The directions are clearly seen with balanced vision.
They must reach their destination with safety,
Licking its food, fulfilling the commands
And realising less danger, for danger is clearly erected.
The north is where food is, the south is an opposite direction,
We wear a proper bracelet, golden and silver and diamond,
These are the jewels of the adventurer,
One to take on the rivers and mountains is the ruby.
So pleasurable is the journey we have designed,
Mapping the way home with zeal.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Wrongs no more wrongs
Wrongful gains are cheating
What are wrongful gains?
The ones beyond the norms framed.
As the norms’ boundary enlarges
The wrongs come under the norms.
The society deteriorates.
20.01.2006.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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With thoughts provoked, how time swiftly flies
Thoughts and feelings, they all come
Like undaunted memories
When you face them there will
Be lots of hugging and pleasantries
Exchanged, like long lost friends
Meeting in a cafe, some even
Shout with joy, tap some shoulders,
The usual gimmefives, the
Lighter and lighter conversations,
Like how you are doing now,
Where have you been all these
Years, I have seen Rose and Dave
In Chicago, while we were going
For a cruise, and so on and so
Forth, it was still morning, thoughts
Of friends, and long years, so well
Provoked, some coffees do get
Cold, not sipped at all, and you look at
Your watch, it is dark, and
We have done nothing but talk
And get so excited still at all these
Thoughts and feelings, & what we
All used to say, we all miss you
Yes, time swiftly passes us by.
time, time, swiftly flies, and
we still do not have the wings.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lover, Brother
Are you my brother or lover, brother?
don´t be my mother lover!
kiss you my brother lover
can´t be your mother, brother
never found you in the arms of another
Are you my lover, brother?
don´t touch my mother lover!
kiss you and not another
find out the love to your mother, brother
don´t even mistreat my brother, mother
Are you like my brother, lover?
don´t hate my mother lover!
kiss me instead of my mother, brother
not even be afraid of my brother, mother
we are the same but another
Are you my friend sweet brother?
please get in touch with my lover!
but do not kiss each other, brother
´cause he´s my lover, brother
treat him as your brother, my lover
Why aren´t lovers like brothers?
why mothers not like lovers!
kissing my man and not another, brother
but love you too my mother, never another
together we can treat us like brothers, brother.
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(c) uni-verse.de 12.20.2011
poem by Floyd Floydson
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Kaleidoscope
The final nail always hangs like the Damocles sword
Like a subtle sentence thrown in on caution's edge
Some love cant fully embrace, no not entirely yet
A sensitive woman who finds herself her lover's mistress,
A decade and a half of a chasm between two lovers, in years
Walk the shadows, as whispers rustle like palm leaves
From thoughts that always binge - two steps forward and then one back
Caught in the slow poisoning of a self-righteous world
As it snares, tighter and tighter - the churn of ignorant minds
The inherent pull of norms that eventually spills everything else
Spilt love, spilt loyalty, spilt silent promises that rips days to shreds
Till Eden's found once again, wisdom apples thrown in afresh
Serpents are passé, just the same fears over and over again
To love back because you want it all; a little more each day
Haunts a beggar's stretched arms, eyes that scare the norms
Do you reach out to him, do you not? Are you the one who breaks the clan?
Most often its back to familiar portals, the whispering corridors win
But then again dances in, another brilliant day from the givers
They break the rules; the sword disappears under the power of love
Just the hair it hangs by, all too present; the only real constant...
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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Teen Dream Come True
it was a summer nights dream, not a cloud to be seen
the sky a beautiful orange red
i saw you and i thought that i was dead.
then a vision came into my eyes
the vision was of you and i.
and the tears came down like the rain from the sky
not even thinking or knowing why.
i was attracted to you like bees to honey
it seemed strange- it seemed funny.
then i recalled the first time that i saw you:
i was walking to school with my friends that day
you was with your friends walking the opposite way.
our eyes met and neither one of us
could pull our gaze away.
i wanted to chase and talk to you
but i did'nt know what to say.
it's five years later and we are young adults now
and i still could'nt make a sound.
so you walked over to me with a smile so wide
that i became hypnotized.
hi! my name is venus, and i remember you from school.
you walked by and i played the fool.
i could'nt speak, i stood transfixed at the way our eyes met
and it still haunts me yet.
there was so many things that i wanted to say
but you continued to walk away.
now i'm older and no longer shy.
would you like to sit with me and have a glass of wine?
still speechless- i shook my head.
then the words rose to my throat.
'i always thought of you' i started to boast.
you captured my heart on that very first day
and there was so many things that i wanted to say.
your eyes had pulled me in like
a whirlpool in the ocean, and set all my feelings in motion.
i thought of you night and day
but did'nt know from where you came.
i searched every hallway and each classroom
but you was gone much too soon.
she said: i was tranferred from school that very day
but to the LORD i did pray.
that i would see you again, and that we'd be more than friends.
if we could just sit and talk, and learn about each other
for in my heart there was no other.
we reached across the table and our hands touched
for the first time, and our bodies started to
shake and quiver, and chills running up and
down our spines.
she knew i was hers, and she was mine.
embarassed, because we thought that people had saw
the way that we reacted.
we grabbed hands and ran out the door.
to once again face the beautiful orange red sky
and knew this was a love sublime.
poem by Louis Rams
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To Control and Hold Back the Tears
Not many Americans really know what goes on,
And why when we get home so many of us veterans have in common,
Even though a lot of our memories are not the same,
We still have the same feelings as we lost our buddies and still can remember them name by name.
It all starts as we go out and go on patrol,
We pray to come back in one piece, which is our goal.
And yes, this is something that everyone prays for,
Because we see so much that hurts our hearts more and more.
To see our buddies get thrown and blown around,
Some are hurt and some just wounded, but others are heaven bound.
Coming back home is something that we all have to deal with and it is very hard,
Especially as we see our friends being buried in a National Cemetery grave yard.
To think that we will always remember these things as we get older and go through the years,
It's hard for us not to think about it and hold back the tears.
Some of us come with deep echoes and ringing sounds in our mind,
This causes us to lose control and to keep our way of thinking in a bind.
It is really hard for a lot of people to understand what it feels like to come back,
And to always feel like you are under attack.
Yes, this time of pain and is hard to control.
with help from the Lord and our family, we try to calm our soul.
As the time goes on and more and more of us are coming back and being diagnosed,
It finally helps us come out of our deep and wanting to be alone, and comatose.
Thank you to everyone that wants to try to understand what it feels like for us to go through and see what we see.
Because in our lives, it is finally here to show us that there is someone who cares for them and for me.
By Frank Pulver
SSgt/ USMCR
poem by Frank Pulver
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Having A Good Time
Me and my buddies were going to get drunk
Were going to go out on the town
Well be checking it out, slipping it in
And stepping out of line
You know everybody likes to get a little crazy
In their own particular way
But my buddies and I we go over the top
And were going over again today
Well be having a good time
Passing the by-line
Having a good time
You know its a rock and roll pastime
It might be typical, topical or maybe tropical
That doesnt mean anything
If youre political, practical
Then its improbable, that you do anything
But me and my buddies we like to go crazy
We like to go over the hill
Hey, woman will you be there, because my buddies and I will
Having a good time
Passing the by-line
Well be having a good time
Its a rock and roll pastime
Hey, snowy...play a bit for me
That was snowy white
And he likes err...it in the night
The next to play
I must say, is scott gorham
And away...
Well be having a good time
Passing the by-line
Having a good time
Its a rock and roll pastime
Lets play that one more time
Hit me with that drum brian
Hit me as hard as you can
Oh yes, thats they way I like it
Do it again, do it again, lets do it again
Having a good time
Oh yes I like this
Having a good time
Typical, topical, who cares?
Having a good time
Political, practical, impossible
Having a good time
Dont ask me why jack?
Having a good time
Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho!
Having a good time
Having a wild time
Having a good time
Im slipping on the inside
Having a good time
Thats fine having a good time
Having a good time
Drinking beaujolais
No that doesnt rhyme
Having a good time
Im talking from the top of my head
Having a good time
To the bottom of your soul
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Vendettas
After attracting my attention,
Then using tactics to slander me...
With the aid of my friends and family.
And upgrading degrading techniques,
Of perfected backstabbing skills you inflicted.
You now say you have learned your lessons?
I am quite curious! ?
How did you think I felt...
And where did you think I was,
As you practice your vendettas?
Sipping lemonade as you paraded
Your dislike for me?
There is not a cheek on me I'm turning.
I did not go to that school.
You chose me because you thought I was a fool.
To use and abuse...
Thinking that was cool!
I'm choosing you for purposes to humiliate!
There is quite a difference in my approach!
You say you 'now' have found God?
I think that's great!
You see,
God and I have been buddies for years!
He asked what I thought of you a long time ago!
I said nothing.
That gave Him a clue...
To do what He wanted to do to you!
I am just going to watch.
Since God told me to keep silent in prayer,
And HE would ensure all my prayers would be answered!
While you were doing those things to me...
God has had His eye on you.
And I am sure whatever He decides to do,
Will meet with my satisfaction!
Petty distractions...
I let God handle from now on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dilema Of Going Home
Two decades now
Have I lived in America
And my mother
Calling from far away Africa,
Also my little sister
She propably was told of America
They all weap in my
dreams these days,
They want me back in Africa
To build the threshold of my father
That is far gone in decadence.
.
Home, I am coming home
To see my mothers face again
And my little sister Franscisca
She must be a woman by now.
But tell me brothers;
How could I ever go back to Africa
When I yet do not have wings for flight?
.
What would I say to the hungry
eyes of my mother, my sister?
What would I say to friends I left
behind my Africa ten years ago?
What would I say when they asked:
What have you brought for old
buddies you left behind ten years ago.
.
Ten years is long enough time
to be away from home,
And yet have nothing to show
for the labours.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Well, you don't get to do things that other children get to do, having friends and slumber parties and buddies. There were none of that for me. I didn't have friends when I was little. My brothers were my friends.
quote by Michael Jackson
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The Hope That I Have Found
I feel strange yet overjoyed
I never thought that there would be any hope for me
Yet I found some
A woman so beautiful and pure
I love her and she loves me
I can’t believe that I’ve finally had success
After all the failure
I’ve finally found the light
I’ve finally done something right
I hope to nurture and grow and revel in this love
I hope that I won’t ever fail her in love
A new man I am
Living in a new phase of life
Finally accomplishing my dream
My dream of having love in my life
This love I have will last for years I hope
She is my love forevermore
My love for as long as our love is real and pure
poem by Alex Fischer
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