Ephemeral
A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing
Slight stolen looks
At young handsome
Men rated per hour,
It is your policy of giving false names and wrong address,
They know
What you are doing,
They understand
Your needs & wants
For a fleeting night
A cure for an itch
Momentary piecemeal pleasures,
Allusions about a broken love of what used to be,
Illusions of what you could have been,
Momentary
Thoughts, momentary projections, when you make love with your catch, as you puff your smoke to
Confuse the ceiling with your gaze of momentary
Emptiness,
You are the first one
To leave, after paying the bills,
They always pretend asleep,
While naked,
As you leave his due on the side table,
You go home on shriveled hair,
Driving a red car,
Smokeless to the road,
Your celfon rings,
Your son in his father’s house calls
“Mommy, I want to go home”
“I am driving, ’ you call him,
A flash of momentary happiness,
A momentary sadness,
Flip-flopping to your mind,
What are these really, these that meet your gaze for something that should have been permanent,
That red hibiscus, that blooms only for a day,
Is ephemeral,
Like stolen nights,
Like the way your child calls you, because father is always away,
“I am in Cebu for a week”, said many times over and over again,
Her stint for a night is ephemeral,
Electronic calls are ephemeral,
A happy home, her dream, was sort of, kinda like red hibiscus
Ephemeral too.
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A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing
Slight stolen looks
At young handsome
Men rated per hour,
It is your policy of giving false names and wrong address,
They know
What you are doing,
They understand
Your needs & wants
For a fleeting night
A cure for an itch
Momentary piecemeal pleasures,
Allusions about a broken love of what used to be,
Illusions of what you could have been,
Momentary
Thoughts, momentary projections, when you make love with your catch, as you puff your smoke to
Confuse the ceiling with your gaze of momentary
Emptiness,
You are the first one
To leave, after paying the bills,
They always pretend asleep,
While naked,
As you leave his due on the side table,
You go home on shriveled hair,
Driving a red car,
Smokeless to the road,
Your cellphone rings,
Your son in his father’s house calls
“Mommy, I want to go home”
“I am driving, ’ you call him,
A flash of momentary happiness,
A momentary sadness,
Flip-flopping to your mind,
What are these really, these that meet your gaze for something that should have been permanent,
That red hibiscus, that blooms only for a day,
Is ephemeral,
Like stolen nights,
Like the way your child calls you, because father is always away,
“I am in Cebu for a week”, said many times over and over again,
Her stint for a night is ephemeral,
Electronic calls are ephemeral,
A happy home, her dream, was sort of, kinda like red hibiscus
Ephemeral too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There are two sorts of curiosity -- the momentary and the permanent. The momentary is concerned with the odd appearance on the surface of things. The permanent is attracted by the amazing and consecutive life that flows on beneath the surface of things.
quote by Robert Lynd
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There are two sorts of curiosity - the momentary and the permanent. The momentary is concerned with the odd appearance on the surface of things. The permanent is attracted by the amazing and consecutive life that flows on beneath the surface of things.
quote by Robert Wilson Lynd
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I Don't Love LOVE Anymore...
I don't love LOVE anymore
It has reared its ugly head
Euphoria is gone, Pain is all
Was my momentary Happiness real?
I don't love LOVE anymore
It has deserted me
All I see is Misery
Was my momentary Happiness worth it?
I don't love LOVE anymore
I don't remember what it is like
It must have been a dream
Did I truly have Happiness with it?
I don't love LOVE anymore
It doesn't exist
It is a lie
Only SORROW is here…
poem by Burn Javier
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Dollar Debate
It is a common saying,
That happiness is one thing
Which money cannot buy.
Although this be widespread knowlege,
This philosophy,
I must deny.
Why?
Because money does
Buy happiness,
For a fleeting while.
What is achieved is
A momentary excitement
And gleefulness -
Perhaps even a fading smile.
However, my freind -
This does not last.
Your happy pleasure
Rushes to an end -
And Alas!
Soon it be
In your past.
If, my friend,
Happiness is what you seek,
You shall have to keep
Running-
Chasing-
Grasping it
Again,
And Again!
You see,
Money can buy possessions,
And even the happiness
Of momentary pleasures.
However,
One thing still remains
Which money
Cannot -
Will not -
And shall NEVER buy -
Is something which
Only God can give:
The gift of eternal joy.
And so,
Dear freind -
You must decide!
What will it be?
Is it a glimps
Of happiness
Which you seek,
Or is it God's
Everlasting gift of joy?
To help you answer,
I will tell,
Which of these choices
I favor above all else -
I choose to continually go to God
To exchange,
My sorrows -
My sickness -
My worrries -
My cares -
My strife;
And exchange them
For God's permanent joy,
And His guiding hand
To hold my life.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Success In Failure
Failures infinite in life
Despair-- Demoralisation--- Depression-
Hence success by mere thoughts
At least momentary happiness-- bliss--- ecstasy--
To reap the joy of the implausible
The unattained fulfilment of the feat
Which proved to be defeat
Thus success in failure.
Note: With umpteen failures in life where there's no success at all a bit of momentary happiness can be gained by thinking of it.
poem by Green Peace
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Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go.
quote by Kingsley Amis
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Leave Your Phone At Home
Sometimes it’s better to leave
your phone at home,
You don’t have to answer,
people leave you alone.
Now, it’s St. Patty’s Day,
everyone’s Green and very Gay,
wishing in a most happy way,
to have fun by the ton
which is better then O.K.
Now, leaving my phone
at home made my
night even better,
No calls, anD no
St. Patty’s Day letters.
Except I see
tons of missed calls
from caretaker Sherry,
who would rather be merry.
Those calls I’m glad I missed,
those calls where about Cockroach,
who I am pissed.
Now, can’t you get
a life even on a holiday?
Leave alone
Suzae Chevalier?
No you can’t
so you make Sherry pay.
Don’t you think she has
better things to do?
Then play mommy
for you?
Now, you look
like a fool.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.18,2011
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Never A Drug-addict Be
A lad went to a chemist
With a big medicine list
Where one puzzling item
Wasn't familiar to him.
'A tablet for happiness, '
Never in his business,
He heard of, any time,
Was that unusual item.
However, he gave a small tablet,
That no where anyone could get,
What the lad ate and thought,
Of no more stress to worry about
The brain, a drug can knock off
And give him a momentary take off
To an unknown distant paradise,
With no pride or prejudice.
But to the hell he'll return,
To fall back again to yearn,
For that hours of happiness lost,
And take the drug till his days last.
Happiness comes not from outside,
But is generated in the heart inside,
With no stress or over-strain
To the God-given wonderful brain.
The charm on objects whatever
Material stays not for ever.
It's in the everlasting spiritual mind
An eternal happiness one can find.
Never a drug-addict be,
Nor go after momentary glee,
But in the divine path see
How happy you're going to be?
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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The Children In The House
the eyelids are heavy
children need more sleep
the rain last night was long
the night was noisy on
the rooftop
this early morning the children
rush outside
they are happy
watching the rainbow
so momentary
before they pointed their fingers
it is gone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Keep Driving
Another new york waltz at four a.m.,
In the canyons lost at night
The citys just a jail for me, full of high rise prison walls
And Im riding through this darkness,
cause I know theres life within
And Im searching through the shadows,
Just to find that light again
Keep driving (keep driving),
Let the meter run
Keep driving (keep driving),
Oh the nights not really done
Keep driving
And Im hanging on a memory, and I feel it in the air
Im a prisoner of these lonely streets,
But I know Ill find you there
And oh lord, you look so pretty,
But you can see it in my eyes
And just before my tear will fall, oh you smile and get inside
It seems so real until the light turns green
Dont wake me up, dont ruin this dream, dont take me from my scene
Keep driving, keep driving,
Keep driving, keep driving,
I cant go home, dont take me home, I cant go home alone
They dont tell you when the music stops,
Or how the movie ends
Is it too late once the feelings gone,
To back it up and start it all again?
Oh lord you look so pretty,
And you can see it in my eyes
And just before that tear will fall, oh you smile and get inside
(keep driving) keep driving, driving
I cant go home, dont take me home, I cant go home alone
(keep driving) let the meter run,
(keep driving) dont take me home
(keep driving) ooh, the nights still young
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) ooh find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) find someone,
(keep driving) find someone,
(keep driving, keep driving, keep driving, keep driving, keep driving)
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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10.Thanks
Thanks
For the look from that rare expert eye;
For saying 'yes' to me.
For the numerous lies from those sapient lips
That swayed my better sense.
For making me believe.
Thanks
For making that forlorn woman, my mother,
Heave a momentary sigh of happiness.
She believed, for a moment,
You were the One,
That her Sita had found her Ram.
Thanks now, for all the tears she sheds,
And for the thousand shattered smithreens of dreams.
For the increased palpitation in the heart Wednesday last!
Thanks for the moment
When you held my palm in yours
And said you could see Arundhati in stark day-light!
Thanks an ocean for the vows,
That you could pronounce in Sanskrit impeccable,
And for the momentary title 'sri mati'!
Thanks
For not having loved me
Nor having me fallen in love!
For all those unsaid words and un-given gifts.
Oh and for all those orphaned smiles.
Thanks
For making me wait, hope
That this too will come to pass...
For showing me that some problems
Can be but ended, not solved!
Thanks at last
For the liberation you sent
In form of your signature
To dissolve this parody of a marriage
poem by Krishnarasa Seshadri
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Rip The Night Away
If it ain't natural, then it ain't real
Ohh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Ohh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
If this was the last joint, that we ever rolled up tight,
I'd want to be with good friends, underneath that open sky,
Play some mellow music, throw our dreams into the fire,
Release all the demons, and our souls are uprising
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
There's nothing in the world like some good times and good vibes
Surrounded with your friends and your family by your side
All the time you spent together going out havin' fun
Doin' the things you do, this life style's got us on the run
Life's too precious every moment make it count
Some days you're on the top some day's you're down and out
This life's a gift, I'm gonna shine my light
So sit back, relax, get high, with us and kick it with us tonight
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
(Rip the night away)
Burning, burning, burning
(Rip the night away)
Burning, burning, burning
(Rip the night away)
Burning, the night away
Take me to the mountain high, where I can smoke a bowl in peace while I drive
I'm on a
Back road with my sunroof open, on the way to meet the friends, we'll gather and tokin', and we
Build a fire and chill for the night, get drunk on old times and roll a few, what I like we just,
Sit there, fire and reminisce 'bout the best days of our lives and we be the ones blazin'
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
song performed by by Kottonmouth Kings
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Pleasure Is The Bait
Excitement gives pleasure;
Exploration gives pleasure;
Sexual love gives pleasure.
Pleasures are momentary.
Pleasure can peak the happiness
Or cause the valley of sorrow.
Pleasure is the bait one's after
Not minding the after-effects.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.
quote by Diane Ackerman
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A Birthday Candle
Thirty today, I saw
The trees flare briefly like
The candles on a cake,
As the sun went down the sky,
A momentary flash,
Yet there was time to wish
poem by Donald Justice
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Too Close
lit a match,
watched it burn
in the darkness...
the story of life?
a momentary glow
in the infinite night!
the smell of sulfur,
and fingers burnt...
holding the flame
too close!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Beauty, Its Effect.
I have been touched with her, and have ta'en (Unclear
The acquaintance of her beauty like a dream,
Or as it were a flower of Faerie breathed
By an immortal; for the light and air
Of life and love so, so endue her, she
Puts on and off the sweetest favours like
The momentary raiment that
A goddess dons and doffs.
poem by Robert Crawford
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The Lonely House-Wife
He calls it love working paying the bills
Her staying at home alone, with no skills
The coldness in their house, like an artic freeze
She tries her best to him appease
Day in day out with the routine
She stays to herself, not often seen
The blinds stay closed, not much light
Shes accepted this, it is to be her plight
He gets off work, comes home and watches t.v.
The house so quiet, just him and she
They go to bed, each on thier own side
He no longer cares to hold his bride
In the morning he will go back to work
Once again she will be alone, where bad thoughts lurk!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Life Is Temporary, Here Is My Temporary Life For You
life is temporary, so temporary that it is like something
that you see
and then don't because it has escaped like slippery water from
the hold of your hands,
ephemeral
like a mist, like a fuming vapor from boiling water,
like an air that merely passes by your gaze
like the wind
that comes and goes away from your window
like a cloud that drifts
away from your roof, like a leaf that falls from a tree,
like a flower that blooms today
and tomorrow goes away in the wilting petals
life is so temporary like the ticking of the clock
that you hear at night
when again you cannot sleep
this is life
this is my life it is so temporary
and with all my heart
i will hand it to you as a gift
take it
take it
do you think that my life now exends your life?
do you think that you with my life can live a litlle longer?
take it
take it
it is all yours
because i still love you because i have long been dead in this pain
of you
not loving me despite....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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