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Evolution

used to be plain
understandable instructions
like a manual
of what to do
when the times get rough
or when so in love

and you like it
others say it is so obvious
and to the taste
buds, numbing and to the
nerves so boring

and then time has a way of
feeding you
its evolutionary coping up
mechanisms

from a mole you
turn things into a hill

a tadpole to a whale
a breeze to
a storm

no rules now
no guides to follow suit
just plain
rambling like a boat tossed
by the stormy sea

and deep down under
the sea
this sinking comes like
a true
phenomenon

corrals and fish and
electric eels
and ocean floors

mermaids dance
and some Britons
a Triton

a palace under the
sea
Atlantis reborn

now, it is you so different
and yet so equipped

and so misunderstood
like a river without banks.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I See A Boat On A River

He left on a boat
Just to follow a dream
He had to find.
You can't hold a man
When he follows a dream
That's on his mind.
I see a boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
Boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
I waited for him
Such a very long time,
Don't know what for
'cause i should have known
When he left on the boat
We'll meet no more.
I see a boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
Boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
Boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
Boat on the river.
You're bound for the sea,
If you should find him
Please greet him from me.
There were people who came
And said it's really a shame,
Why did he take off
To follow just a dream.
But i guess they were wrong,
In life you're sailing along
And things don't turn out
As simple as they seem.
Boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
I see a boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
I see a boat on the river.
You're bound for the sea,
If you should find him
Please greet him from me.
Boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to

song performed by by Boney M.
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Beneath blue ocean still

The water vapor rises
Over a blue ocean tone
Where surface still like silence
Covers all of the unknown.

Beneath there is mystery
Mermaids and fish swim
A portal of fantasy
Is where all stories begin.

Darting dolphins, talking sharks,
Sea-horses dance all around.
Red glow fish zip and twirl by.
U-boat awakes from ocean ground.

Under-water cities bustle
A fish dares to leap ashore
Whirl-pools confuse schools of fish.
Serpents rest on ocean floor.

The Illuminated waters.
The rainbow speckled scales.
Jaws of hungry predators.
Squirmy blue electric eels.

Above rippling surface
Nets catch all of the pretend.
Back to the blue ocean still.
Mystic vapor there ascends.

poem by Josh Alfred
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I See A Boat On The River

He left on a boat
Just to follow a dream
He had to find.
You cant hold a man
When he follows a dream
Thats on his mind.
I see a boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
Boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
I waited for him
Such a very long time,
Dont know what for
cause I should have known
When he left on the boat
Well meet no more.
I see a boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
Boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
Boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
Boat on the river.
Youre bound for the sea,
If you should find him
Please greet him from me.
There were people who came
And said its really a shame,
Why did he take off
To follow just a dream.
But I guess they were wrong,
In life youre sailing along
And things dont turn out
As simple as they seem.
Boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
I see a boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
I see a boat on the river.
Youre bound for the sea,
If you should find him
Please greet him from me.
Boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to

song performed by by Boney M.
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Something Plain

something so plain is as obvious as
both of you
very well understand
there is that tinge of
little pains
but on a stormy day like this
both of you
have no time yet to speak about it

you wait
when the day is clear when the storm is over
it is plain and obvious and both of you know
that you really understand it
but you still do not speak about it
like, someone is knocking at your door
and both of you
knows who that visitor is
but you do not open the door
you keep pretending
there is no one in this house
no one
not even the past voices
of children
not even a hand
waving goodbye

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lord, Let Me See Your Will For Me In The Big And Small Decisions I Do

Madeline,
we are motes and moles.
Unique protozoans,
green moss sticking to
black stones
slippery on the banks
of the river.

I've read your prayer.
I am eating each word.
I am imploring each syllable.
I like them to be tiny boats
sinking into
my ocean.

On the ocean
floors
i build my
rocks.
In those corals
that dance
with the salt
i too shall
dance.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Falling.

Flipped over and tossed.
Lies.
Thrown into the violent storm of the ocean,
I have no where to go, aimlessly drifting in the brutal tides,
Its not so bad,
sooner or later,
The storm will end,
but,
...there will always be another storm,
And
There will always be another bad day.
So come and get me rescue boat,
Or have you too,
been tossed into the ocean?

poem by Leonardo Atticus
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This Boat Is Sinking

Why, oh why? !
Why do i have to struggle on this earth like this?
For i am on the high sea and my boat is sinking;
Yes, this boat is sinking! !
How many rivers do i have to cross?
For the boat i am using is now sinking;
Do i have to dive into the sea or walk over it?
Why, oh why? !
I don't even know how to swim and,
How many rivers do i have to cross?
Why, oh why? !
Do i have to sink and see the ocean floor?
This boat is sinking,
This boat is sinking,
This boat is sinking!
Why, oh why?

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Dance Electric

Good morning children
Take a look out your window
Our world is falling
It's almost time 2 go
(Dance)
Dance the Dance Electric
The rhythm is love and love is blind
Love your enemies
There isn't much time, there isn't much time
Look - our world is falling
A rhythm-less house of blinded prophecy
Hear our Master calling
This isn't what He wanted us 2 be
We got 2 dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Come on and dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
Don't - it don't make U happy
2 give another someone your own smile
Dance the dance electric
Never mind your hatred, try a brand new style
Dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
We... love... all... enemies
Look - U're livin' in Babylon
Makin', but not feelin' love at all
When your youth is gone, when it comes 2 dawn
A light of truth will shine and U will fall
That's why U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
See the light inside of us
U're stuck in living, livin' life as bad
Whatever U do, don't U let your life go without my love
It's the only life that U will ever have
Why don't U (dance) dance the Dance Electric?
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Why don't U dance the Dance Electric?
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go (almost time 2)
Dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Come on and dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go

song performed by by Prince
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A River Flows

Where does the river flow
if not to you?

How deep its depths
if these
are not yours?

How broad is the river bank?

Broad enough
for the tug-boats
to push my heart along.

If there are fish in the river,
they sing your name
open-mouthed,
fish-style,
making tiny bubbles float
up, up to the river surface
where they pop
spread
announcing to the Firmament
that Love lives just below
the deep river flows.

Yes, you and I
are the river;
we flow,
run deep
down to that
ocean-mix
in which
our souls
swirl.

Mix me then
in depths deep.

Mix you then
amid this ocean sweep
and all else,
for me
becomes meaningless
so great
is our Soul Mixed
Ocean Bliss.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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In Hiding

defense mechanisms.
coping up machines.
lies and deceptions.
covering up. conceal.

a little fish hides under
a big stone on that deep sea
amidst the friendly anemones

a big shark is coming
and the electric eel is taken
exposed, confident, dead.

we hide. There is a reason
for hiding sometimes. For retreats
in the mountains in secret
convents with the nuns. In secret
hideouts with the monks.
In tunnels dug for surrenders
like this. To survive.

when things get rough
and i am not that rough enough for the
roughness that gets going, i choose

to hide underneath a strong
floor, inside a closet, under
a cabinet of folded clothes.

the sense are not too strong
to survive a crash. I hide. I take
cover. I make poems. My poems
are my shelters of the scorching
sun, the heavy rain, the flood and
earhtquakes of my life.

i am shaken. But look, i am in tack.
My bones rattle but unbroken.

The poems are my fortress.
The big shark is coming again.
Let me hide. Under a rock.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Under The Deep Ocean

A little tadpole swam into your river and,
It became an Island;
The Island expanded and it became a human being;
And the human being grew up to become aNation:
The Nation went to war and it was conquered,
Today its people are buried under the deep ocean like Atlantis.

Before the foundation of the world,
The Creator new us;
From the righteous pleasure of His Plan with,
The flair of power to make us what we are today.

I am an ambassador of poetry in chains,
I am with much word like my wounds in pain;
So i need a train in the rain to reach out to you with my brain,
Like the prayers against spiritual forces to make my way through.
Both on earth and in the heavens!
For our reward are according to our works like this little tadpole.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The fishermen of Gallilee

The fishermen of Gallilee, disciples of Jesus, called to be,

Learning how to live by Faith, they obeyed when He said 'follow Me.'

They went out to fish with their nets one very stormy night,

And as a storm blew up, they saw Him walk and got a fright;

They thought it was a ghost, But they soon found out,

It was Jesus walking there, and soon their boat came about.

Another time when they were on the sea, as Jesus did stand and talk,

He then said we'll go the other side by boat, we won't walk;

And as they started out with their boats into the deep,

Jesus went to the back of the boat, and went to sleep.

Now as they travelled, the weather changed, and a storm did blow,

And the Fishermen came so afraid, Fear was all they did know;

They went to Jesus and woke Him, then said don't you really care,

That we're in danger, but why couldn't they realize, Jesus was there;

Jesus then stood up, rebuked the storm, and the storm quietened down,

Jesus said Peace, and peace came, No longer their faces did frown.

The fishermen learnt many things, and so do learn them, it's so,

That trusting in Jesus, for everyone, is the only way to go;

But with trust and faith, helps us to cope in life,

When sin causes us to go wrong, brings about strife;

Just keep on believing, and try not to doubt,

You too like the fishermen, you'll no longer pout.

poem by Margaret Haig
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Etcetera....

i am seeing what you do not see
they are not invisible, they are real, subject always
to more doubtful
and debatable interpretations
which i think you better not see
because it demeans me
and then i begin to write
this poem, something that you may not like
to understand but just the same
it is here with a lot of doubtful validity,
must this be a poem still? plain word getting into a prelude
of a convoluted thinking failing to give more
landscapes of colors and lines
plain straight lines
like a road, a very long road that you have been walking
all throughout your life
and asking if this is worth the day's troubles

what i see here may demean you too
it has demeaned me
many times in the past and perhaps in the coming days, years,
but i am always seeing it
because it makes me alive
my life worth living,

at times i think that i am a very sinful man
but i raise my eyes to God thanking him that he still makes me live
this sinful life

those that understand me have always been misunderstood too
a sympathizer to sinners
but being misunderstood is a fact
it is human
and i am glad that you are here too
supporting cast
to this human drama
this humanity that screams at times
and then so silent in the sleep
because the soul is too tired
coping up with the mistakes of the body
etcetera....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sea of Immortality

The river flows through life as fish in the sea
The soul follows every twist every turn
Follow them and you will see
Follow life as it goes in time you will burn
Life flows as a river around turns and bends please follow me

Follow the river through its course
Through The pain and trials
Follow with truth if in vain the pain will worsen
Through The long hard miles
Follow the river through its course

Through the dams past the currents will flow
Through the trees and vines that you know
Some places flow high some flow low
Some filled with pleasure some with woe
Yet it shall not slow

The river of life it flows through the turns
Follow as the river moves on
To the ocean, to the sea
There your soul shall be lost
In the sea of immortality

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Storm

A tempestous storm.
Well beyond the norm.
Thunder crashing threatiningly warns.
God will crush all the evils in all it's forms.
The time has come for all reform.
You'll face your demons in this storm.
Struggling, pleading to be reborn.
Only through him will come no harm.
The storm is heavy.
Now are you ready?
To face the pain that on you rains?
Go to him with no refrain.
He'll save you if you're true and plain.
About the things you must explain.
If you won't the lightning strikes.
To put you back and set you right.
You'll suffer mighty in this plight.
The rapture storm is dark as night.
Destroying wicked blackness to set things right.
He showed you all the things to do.
You ran away just like a fool.
Now you'll pay it's mean and cruel.
For all the people you have hurt.
You're paying now in a ten fold spurt.
The storm will break,
but only when you finally wake.
To cast your arrogance in the lake.
So go to him and don't be fake.
He'll save your life it's not too late

poem by Michael McParland
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A day at the Ocean

A day at the Ocean

I had a notion...to look at the life
in the deep blue
barnacles on ships
stuck on the hull; making a home

oysters have beds-no pillows or quilts
at the bottom of the ocean's floor
some sand, will make them a peal
crabs walk sideways; on thier backs
they live in a tight curled seashell;
sea horses, unique
dads care for their young
they are the first single dads

oh I wish I could live in the ocean so blue
to play the dolphins and eels
I’d dance with a jelly fish as it jiggles about
and listen to the song of a whale

spend a day at the ocean
or, pick up sea shells
find the beauty in a crystal clear
tide pool; the wonders of nature
reminds us to ponder
the creatures both large and small

poem by Catherine Inscore
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Why I Do Not Have To Ride In The Same Boat With All Of You

i do not wish to arrive on the same boat
with all of you

when you are all there
there will be hugs, and kisses from children and
well-wishing of the family

the grandchild will shout for joy
as grandma descends from the planks

there is this kind of drama that i cannot withstand
my envy is stormy
and i think i can't stand it without its accompanying
sinking

what a poor boat, sinking to the bottom of the ocean
as you all depart towards some happy homes all waiting

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nature's Vengeance

on the eye of the storm
you must see the cause of nature's outburst
if any boat insists
the whirlpool shall swallow lives
the wind shall crumple
the metallic wings
of the traveler

like us our eyes speak also
when our souls are tossed on a stormy sea
we only need to wait a little time
when the storm subsides
and then we begin again to speak
the tenderness of love

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Multiple Faces And Vulnerability

shall i pretend to you that i have only one face forever?
you are silent
you think like a deep river
despite the storm when the waters from the mountains come
force you to rise and run and rage

you are my night and day
you have seen the changing of my hues

i turn red like a rose
become white like a carnation
become sturdy like a bark of the oak tree
sometimes i turn into stone

you see me and touch me with your wind and mist

like a diamond i wear some corners
some faces for me to glitter

to find meaning in the life that i carry within my arms

a lull
rocking of my feet
mechanisms of my coping up

in your silence i set aside my masks
and face you
shed off some faces and look at you

i become so vulnerable
as you kiss me in my lips

i quiver
i become so light
i become so alive
i become so real

all the other faces fade like a fume from the funnel

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Realize the big ocean in you

How many times you might have crossed
Me without even noticing the happening
Down under

While you hurry up there upon the
Bridge above me
With a number of
Uncertainties in mind
I am flowing slowly and steadily
With a clarity of mind
As to where I will be reaching and when

I am none other the Brooke
With a very clear water
Gently crawling towards east
In the midst of the pine tree land
Of New Jersey

Where is time for you
To look at the spineless tadpole
Kicking on my clear surface
Or to glance at the glow worm
Whisking around the dark green bush
On my ever wet banks

Have you ever seen me helping
Squirrels, hares and others
With very clear mineral water
For which you pay
When bottled and sold

No big game animals appear these days
But a number of small gamers
And at times even snakes
Take refuge on the comfortable
Wet sand along my flow

Why do not you
Come once
Follow my track
See how
I keep growing enroute
And at the end of it all
I become a very big river
Only to be called
A little later the biggest ocean

This journey of yours
Will help you realize
The big ocean within you as well

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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