Fate...
there is no way that i will never know
you in full
you shall brag to the clouds in your mind
that you can hold
without your fingers
mists
fog
mirages
oh
they drift
there is no permanence
permanence is an illusion
a river
a cloud
water
air
a hush
and this is where we must start
educating air
trusting the coolness of emptiness
saying
this could be &
this could be not
all
at the same time
and yet
with a sigh
it happened.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do You Really Want to Know Me?
if you know what a river is
perhaps you will know a man
i am a man and you will say to the river
i have known a man and i have known a river
there is no way that i will never you in full
you shall brag to the clouds in your mind
they drift
there is no permanence
permanence is an illusion
a river
a cloud
water
air
and this is where we must start
educating air
if you step upon my heart and tell me
i have know everything about you and you must not change and that is what you are
you are wrong
for i am a river that encircles a mountain
but i know a path but the paths do not know me
and so i keep on moving
changing paths and what path was it that you have seen yesterday
is no longer the path now
you must accept you have never known a river
because a river is man
and man is not forever man
he is a river that always escapes the hold of your mind
that frame that has walls
without even the possibility of another opening for stars....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Into Permanence Of My Mind (Trijan Refrain)
Into permanence of my mind
I do want to place you
with everything great, good and kind,
that's honourable and true
as you make me complete and real
your love does me from all pain heal
as you make me,
as you make me
selfless feel, while with life we deal.
Into permanence of my mind
I want save each new day
and your dear face I want to find,
when you are far away
as your dear love does never fade
never does it have any shade
as your dear love,
as your dear love
do all of my errors abrade
Into permanence of my mind
I want to put your face
and I want to leave far behind
each blot, imperfect trace
and eternal is our great love,
which not a thing can remove
and eternal
and eternal
are our feelings from God above.
poem by Gert Strydom
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That time is important. It gives a comforting illusion of permanence not found in running by the mile.
quote by Joe Henderson
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Hush Little Baby
Hush little baby Daddys here
Hush little baby dont you fear
Hush little baby as i hold my tear
Hush little baby dont you hear
Hush little baby daddys son
Hush little baby dont you be glum
Hush little baby as i go numb
Hush little baby the time has come
Hush little baby Daddy did try
Hush little baby dont you sigh
Hush little baby as i start to cry
Hush little baby dont say bye bye
Hush little baby Mummys Waiting there
poem by Jason Mcgookin
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There Is No Permanence Given
There is no permanence given to this existence.
Or challenges beset by obstacles on anyone's path,
No matter how difficult the appearance of the task...
One perceives as being unbearable,
That can not with a faith in place remove.
But some may find it easier to whine,
Than to make up their minds to use their faith.
Although some may take the presence,
Of opportunities away.
As if they have been granted divine power,
To affect someone's life they believe can be swayed.
But there is no permanence given to this existence.
Nor does one get a chance to be chosen,
To play God on any given day they select to perform miracles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hush A Little Baby Daddy's Sad
Hush little baby Daddys here Hush little baby dont you fear Hush little baby as i hold my tear Hush little baby dont you hear
Hush little baby daddys son Hush little baby daddy will see you soon
Hush little baby Daddy did try Hush little baby dont you sigh Hush little baby as i start to cry Hush little baby daddy never got say bye bye hush little baby mummy took you away hush a little baby daddy misses you every day hush little baby will daddy ever see you again.
poem by Colin Thornton
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Where Is The River?
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or somewhere else
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or hidden under the ground
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or safe inside the cave
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or still far away
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or up above the cloud
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or out of our reach
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or trickling on the rock
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or gathering in the pool
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or down over the cliff
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or just sight of illusion
Where is the river?
Is it here
Running in your eyes
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or sudden flood in the road
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The River Flows
The river flows quiet and swift
It twists and turns as the waters drift
It branches and breaks—its fingers entwine
It grows and grows—snakes like a vine.
The river with the soft scent of a calm day
With the smell of clean—hanging—still—in the grey
And sweetness carried on the breath of morning
It caresses the river—the waters flowing.
The river—crystalline from winter melt
And sweet with the summer soon felt
It tastes of springtime—the season between
And flows the river—so blue and clean.
The river—its lazy trickle of water
The musical rhythm—the ocean’s daughter
It whispers and murmurs—a song of its own
Playing over and over—in continuous drone.
The river—so clear and cool
The water flows—the color like a jewel
Its soft arms embrace the shore
The river surging from the days before.
The river flows quiet and swift
It twists and turns as the waters drift
It branches and breaks—its fingers in twine
It grows and grows—snakes like a vine.
poem by Kailey Jennings
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Get Off My Mind
I wish I can get you off my mind.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
I wish you wouldn't be on it...
All the time.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
You're not the ordinary kind...
That's easy for someone to find.
But you affect with permanence.
And I'm convinced your passion will last!
Because you're all in my mind!
You trap fast,
And confine!
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah get off my mind!
I wanna take my time!
Oooh...
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy...
Get off my mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Not Like The Frogs And The Clouds
be not like the frogs that copulate in the rain
on those nights where others cannot sleep
be not like those that croak without meaning
on the murky ponds, on those rivited rivers
be not like the clouds that drift east to west,
and have not known what is fidelity to permanence
or what colors to choose as they change shapes
for the seasons that come and go like the wind
be not like me, for i know not what is there to be
a perfection not attained in any form of my poetry
do not follow me for my ways are not theirs
those who pave the easy & wide paths to destiny
just be yourself my dear, use the light inside your soul
stare at the flicker of your own wisdom your own goal
scroll your own choices, take the path of your loneliness
speak the language of your heart then feel your wholeness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Doubts Are Mirages, Sometimes..
The success not many miles away,
Doubts confuse the minds sway,
The life is full of adventures,
Sorrows and tears are mirages,
When the pursued illusion dislodges,
The ability of you and I emerges,
Show the signs of weakness nowhere,
Acquire the skills of evolution, hardware,
Apply the tactic of intelligence, software,
Never let to be thrown into dumpster.
We have one life that is confirmed,
Let us live this life with enjoyment.
When we think and do everything good,
We will not be left alone in wet shroud.
When we keep the welfare of others in our mind,
We will be there in someone's mind to bind.
The success not many miles away,
Doubts confuse the minds sway,
The life is full of adventures,
Sorrows and tears are mirages.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Realities
As we grow older we realize
These basic truths before our eyes:
The emptiness of wealth,
The dignity of work,
The value of good health,
The need to make our mark,
The gift of family and friends,
The ugliness of strife,
The permanence of change,
The brevity of life,
The comfort of true love,
The truth of God above.
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July 27,2008
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Meditation Poem 1 - Emptiness of the Mind
emptiness of the mind
a realm bigger than this head can hold
bigger than dead could hold
it is when you are absorbed in
the blossoming of a night flower
every second it scents time like heaven
emptiness of the mind
it is when your mind fills a huge boulder
like a soul, sprawled over the universe
taking in all with solid stoicism
a desire frozen by coldness
harder to break than rock
emptiness of the mind
it is when your mind cast a bigger mystery
than the black hole
so vast and empty you realise the zen of things
that there are things surviving on emptiness,
just being empty
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Full Of Emptiness
Full of emptiness
Broken promises
And love turned out so sad
The hurt goes on and on
Full of emptiness
Hello loneliness
Good friends will mind
The sands of time
Have slipped through my hands
From the bottom to the top
Why he had me feeling fine
Then I took a long long drop
When he walked out of my life
My world
Full of emptiness
That and something less
And memories of him
Have never seemed to be
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Serene Love
as we step into the
clear water of the river
we create the ripples
we lose sight of the
face of the blue clouds
we find for ourselves
an embroidery of
drifting leaves
we dip our bodies to
the coolness of the water
i search for serene love
at the bottom where
you are waiting
we kiss and embrace
beside the slippery stone
the moss is green
each step as slippery as
an ell
each kiss and breath a
bubble we send
to the surface of the river
the water flows farther and farther
until we begin not to see what happens.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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More Of A Convenience
Time should never be the reason,
Why what is loved...
Needs more of it for someone to find.
If it's true and there to stay on one's mind.
Only to digress from expressing it to address,
When amongst friends who wine and dine.
Confused by what it is that fits,
To legitimize whenever the setting calls for it...
One can not admit exists,
Isn't love!
This is more of a convenience,
That seeks someone to permit its permanence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pink Clouds Never Rain
I have never see a pink cloud rain before.
I have only seen a magenta bolt of lightening try to strike my heart, and
Aqua tears trickling from my dazzled misty eyes, down my
Flushed and lonesome cheek, though
I have never see a pink cloud rain before.
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.
I have seen spotted purple snakes crawling up my bedroom walls, and
Transparent bubbles filled with dreams floating before my very eyes, though,
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, though
I have seen a reddish sun cast shadows down upon a tortuous, rippling river;
I have seen tears cascading down a sloping hill, and
Gulls flapping their gentle, feathered wings atop some cragged cliffs, although
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although
I have heard eerie and commanding thoughts and voices
That no one else could hear.
I have had disturbing, stabbing thoughts that have injured me inside, though
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although
I have slid down an icy mountainside on a very sunny night.
I have wept a sea of deep blue and purple tears, though
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.
I have never heard thunder clap behind a rosy cloud, or seen
Tears fall from heaven or have heard angels singing.
I have had morbid thoughts of loss, death and suicide,
While thunder clapped, and
These pink clouds could not rain.
Perhaps someday I shall see a pink cloud rain upon a
Magnificent world, which I have created for myself,
Where tall green and golden reeds are surrounded by swirling water pools, and
A hallucinogenic sun sets behind high and mighty mountains-
And there, people would be trustworthy and true to heart.
No, I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although,
I have seen almost everything there is to see-
Some good sights and some bad-
I have heard some screaming voices echo in my mind, although,
Some quiet ones as well.
I have seen some orange and, pinkish sunsets, and mirages in
The fortress of my own mind, however-
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, and
I have never seen a pink cloud weep before….
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Your Pink Cloud
There was an old saying a long time ago
When your life was at a place
That was absolutely perfect
No unhappiness could you trace
Perhaps you had fallen madly in love
For the very first time
Your search was now over
No one else would you find
But you were on a pink cloud
Be cautious you were told
This was uncertain happiness
The kind you never will hold
And then, guess what happened
My poor unsuspecting friend
It was like a swift river
That flowed ‘round the bend
Your pink cloud grew very thin
Your ears were ringing so loud
And like a bubble that burst
You fell off your pink cloud!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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When Illusion’s Cloud Lifts
How quickly time passes
and the years go by,
then we look back at things
as if they only happened yesterday
and when the cloud of illusion lifts
we suddenly realise
just how many years have gone by.
It get a little frightening when you think
of how time can slip through our fingers
like the batting of an eye.
We think of how many lives
have quickly come and gone,
of how many faces from our life
have disappeared forever,
never again to be seen.
We can only go forward
like generations before
always looking for heaven
as we open each and every door.
12 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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If Love Can Only Complain
if love can only complain
it could have said a lot of words
something that you may not like to hear
for love is not a contract with a definite date
when to start and when to end
love has its own time, a meeting a bonding and a departing
it may come back but it never wants to be held
against itself
love is always free nothing bound no one obliged
no one coerced to stay and be loveless in every hour
that tortures what permanence abhors
if love can only complain
it could have told you that you have not known it
for love is just like a river flowing to the sea only to be lost in universality
for love is just like the rain that pours and then disappear to the earth
that it fills, the dryness that it wets, the cracks that it fills
you do not hold a hand permanently like you are a steel chain
you do not kiss that long as though you are a saxophone
will that music last forever? that will be too much of a bore.
take love as a moment a passing wind a leaf enjoying its fall with the wind
take it as a glance, a gaze of a face that you have to savor, and then
do not wish for more
flutter like a butterfly and then you must know that after this short moment
everything is gone like a ghost of someone peeping you at the door
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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