Fireflies On A Tree
there are no stars tonight
but there are fireflies
teemng the leaves of
this tree
in darkness
o wo wo wo
the fireflies
are mimicking stars
but in inferior flickers
substituting
real twinkles
the tree in the dark
now begins
to look like
the Milky Way Galaxy
and look at you
you are nothing
but an atom
vibrating
making some assurance
that you are still
alive
in this mimicry
of the universe
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Mumble....
how i wish to be just everything
a tree full of leaves where some stars hang out tonight
or just fireflies if there be no stars
that will suffice or if there are no fireflies at all
perhaps a candlelight
a lonely candle put upon one of its roots
or if there be none at all
no tree or leaf or ground
or worm
i still just wish that i be everything in that nothing
a space
an echo a dust a wind
i just want to dissipate in everything that comes my way
a memory of you in a minute
or just a crumpled paper
a dew that dries up in air
a mark on the leaf
a scratch of the stone
a left over moss
i just want to have an image of myself
something to think about
for the meantime that you are not here
i simply want to explode
scatter
till no one finds me here
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Monologue 1
it was only last night
that i noticed that there were
only two fireflies
lighting the mahogany tree
the other day
they cut the chico
for they need firewood
the little boy once told his mother
that a white fairy lives there
what is the point?
the white fairy owns the tree
and it is only the little boy who believes about this
the chico tree is where the fireflies
sleep in the morning
two fireflies have not accepted
that their dwelling is gone
now they entertain the illusion
that the mahogany
could still be the chico tree
in their own minds.
that is what the legend is.
and you may not believe it.
now that boy does not believe
in white fairies anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fireflies
tonight the fireflies
come out from
their hiding places
soon they will
be crowning this
tree with tiny
twinkless of
light and you
are confident enough
that there is no fire
it is lovely to see
travelling lights
in silence
the absence of stars
and the surrender of the moon
on the horizon and the
darkness of the night
in contrast.
you hold your chin
with you thumb and index finger
you sit down on a chair
without a word.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seen in a Glass
Behind the tree, behind the house, behind the stars
In the presence that I cannot see
Otherwise than as house and stars and tree.
Tree, house and stars
Extend to infinity within themselves
Into the mystery of the world
Where whirl the wheels of power whose pulse beat
Out of nothing, out of night,
Leaves, stones and fires,
The living tree whose maypole dance
Of chromosome and nucleus
Traces the maze of boughs and leaves.
The standing house of stone that poured
In molten torrent when was hurled
Out of chaos this great world,
And suns whose kindling begins anew
Or ends the course that tree, house, world move through.
Upheld by being that I cannot know
In other form than stars and stones and trees
Assume in nature’s glass, in nature’s eyes.
poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Under Our Tree
Like fine diamonds, the stars could shine
The evening breeze blowing so fair,
From the dark end I could see none,
And from the light end I could see you come,
The leaves will wither with honour,
Witnessing the arrival of the expected,
Under our tree was a house of love
Midnight approaches for two almost lovers,
Under our tree were moments of glee,
The romantic experiences we saw,
Under our tree was a fairtytale
The sentimental touch,
Under our tree was a moment of relaxation,
The sensetional periodic hugs,
Under that tree was a paradise,
Sitting there, sitting with you
Looking there, looking at stars,
Touching there, touching you legs,
Under our tree was a lost story
It was always you and me there,
The world see but it could never know,
Such our place was so nice to be,
Like proving something to someone,
Someone who is expecting nothing,
In pain and in joy, it remains our tree,
And for what the future has for us,
So shall we always look back at the tree,
And so shall we know where it started,
Under our tree was friendship,
Under our tree was more and more,
Under this tree shall be even more
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Night Murmurs
1. You cannot lock the door
Now, night shall open it
For fireflies to come in
They slept in hiding
Like you, fireflies fly away
Pallid cowards from rain
Lest their lights die in the mist
You wait by the door
As true stars come again
Lighting night skies
My Fireflies shall reveal
Inferior flickers under
The now, brimming
Skies bursting
II.
How many full moons passed
Past your sad window?
Your fingers cannot tell
They’re used to gripping
Rusty doorknobs
A great deal to ancestry
Our human hands corroded
We cannot reach nor outrun
Rust becomes us
III.
If we listen to dawn dreams
We shall hear prophets scream
Nothing
To a mutter
One speaks of the underworld so endless
Unmoving as the sky stretches a distance of lies
No farther
Or it will break
There are no skies no caves
No edges no space
Nothing
To whisper
IV.
We are shooting stars in space
Shot into nothing
Yet we keep on shooting
For the moment
We close down
We set strong feet on land
Like steel gates stilled
We look into our eyes
Tears are dwindling
Thus far, we cannot cease fearing
For nothing
V.
There is God
As the world keeps ears
For each earthworm in the void
He shall hear us
Shouting the questions
Dinning,
Rocking the ruckus of cumulus
In this outcry
He shall know us
By eyes and mouth
By hand by footprints
And the grasses covering all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ramblings
You cannot lock the door
Now, night shall open it
For fireflies to come in
They slept in hiding
Like you, fireflies fly away
Pallid cowards from rain
Lest their lights die in the mist
You wait by the door
As true stars come again
Lighting night skies
My Fireflies shall reveal
Inferior flickers under
The now, brimming
Skies bursting
II.
How many full moons passed
Past your sad window?
Your fingers cannot tell
They’re used to gripping
Rusty doorknobs
A great deal to ancestry
Our human hands corroded
We cannot reach nor outrun
Rust becomes us
III.
If we listen to dawn dreams
We shall hear prophets scream
Nothing
To a mutter
One speaks of the underworld so endless
Unmoving as the sky stretches a distance of lies
No farther
Or it will break
There are no skies no caves
No edges no space
Nothing
To whisper
IV.
We are shooting stars in space
Shot into nothing
Yet we keep on shooting
For the moment
We close down
We set strong feet on land
Like steel gates stilled
We look into our eyes
Tears are dwindling
Thus far, we cannot cease fearing
For nothing
V.
There is God
As the world keeps ears
For each earthworm in the void
He shall hear us
Shouting the questions
Dinning,
Rocking the ruckus of cumulus
In this outcry
He shall know us
By eyes and mouth
By hand by footprints
And the grasses covering all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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night murmurs
1. You cannot lock the door
Now, night shall open it
For fireflies to come in
They slept in hiding
Like you, fireflies fly away
Pallid cowards from rain
Lest their lights die in the mist
You wait by the door
As true stars come again
Lighting night skies
My Fireflies shall reveal
Inferior flickers under
The now, brimming
Skies bursting
II.
How many full moons passed
Past your sad window?
Your fingers cannot tell
They’re used to gripping
Rusty doorknobs
A great deal to ancestry
Our human hands corroded
We cannot reach nor outrun
Rust becomes us
III.
If we listen to dawn dreams
We shall hear prophets scream
Nothing
To a mutter
One speaks of the underworld so endless
Unmoving as the sky stretches a distance of lies
No farther
Or it will break
There are no skies no caves
No edges no space
Nothing
To whisper
IV.
We are shooting stars in space
Shot into nothing
Yet we keep on shooting
For the moment
We close down
We set strong feet on land
Like steel gates stilled
We look into our eyes
Tears are dwindling
Thus far, we cannot cease fearing
For nothing
V.
There is God
As the world keeps ears
For each earthworm in the void
He shall hear us
Shouting the questions
Dinning,
Rocking the ruckus of cumulus
In this outcry
He shall know us
By eyes and mouth
By hand by footprints
And the grasses covering all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We inhabit a universe where atoms are made in the centers of stars; where each second a thousand suns are born; where life is sparked by sunlight and lightning in the airs and waters of youthful planets; where the raw material for biological evolution is sometimes made by the explosion of a star halfway across the Milky Way; where a thing as beautiful as a galaxy is formed a hundred billion times - a Cosmos of quasars and quarks, snowflakes and fireflies, where there may be black holes and other universe and extraterrestrial civilizations whose radio messages are at this moment reaching the Earth. How pallid by comparison are the pretensions of superstition and pseudoscience; how important it is for us to pursue and understand science, that characteristically human endeavor.
Carl Sagan in Cosmos
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On A Night Like This
See the Milky-way, a great bowl of wonder
Filling the sky amidst the crisp magic air
You are in the stars and the stars in you
The camp fire crackles, the breeze is easy
The night is old and sleepy
I watch the heavens in silent wonder
You are my star child, laying in my arms
Comfort me in your serene universe
An owl hoots, the loons are calling
Everything else is in peaceful bliss
I am justified and cleansed
Only God could make a night like this
A shooting star flickers
The lake is like a dream
The fire brings pine tree shadows
The crickets are playing their music
Your face dances with fire light
Time is a drama from the heavens
The north star is bright tonight
There's nothing I miss on a night like this
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Soft Kissing Eureka Moment Days
been writing my fireflies
fireflies always buzz my mind
illuminating my solo nights
soft kissing eureka moment days
shall I share my dear enchantment fireflies
as fireflies dance through my mind
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Temptation Of Marvin
there is an apple
hanging on the tree
there is woman picking it
and biting it
there is no snake
it is dark and the place
is just lighted by
fireflies and up in the sky
the stars are silent
you are naked
bathing with the light of
the moon
there is this heat
between your legs
that you feel
she says' the apple is sweet'
and wants to
share a bite with you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Natures Firefly
Fireflies in the rose garden
Evenings cover a blanket of black
Locked securely over the galaxy
To the moon and all the way back;
Mirrored in the storms images
Dancing in droplets before my eyes
Unfolding in a glimmer-shimmer...
Are the brillant fireflies;
Hovering over a moistened leaf...
Lightening flashes upon shadowed lanes
Near to the lakes showered landing...
Come fireflies in the rain;
By: Theodora Onken
December 14,2011
poem by Theodora Onken
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About The Stars....
when you become a
star
you cannot refuse
what stars do
you shine
the trees become hands wanting to have you
you glow in the middle of a dark night
the fireflies worship you
but you too must know
that stars do not really last that long
some fall
and sad people wish upon them
and then
they are gone...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Of Gods Amongst Men.....
man is always
a crowd and gods
mix,
in the confusion
of sorts,
the become one and
the same
all pebbles and sands
and wind
and night
except perhaps
some flickers
could be fireflies
and
zephyrs
stars
diamonds or
mere
grains of sand
reflecting
a late
afternoon sun.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the fireflies of Puerto P.
we take the boat at night
the sea is having its low tide
we are going to the place where the fireflies are mating
we trace the rivers like blood to our veins
the moon has not come at that hour
the trees along the banks are mere shadows
the fireflies are all there
glistening like stars in the heavens
there is so much silence
what we can hear is only the sound of the boat sliding on the river
i've seen for once the magic of their lights
and there i am but a mere shadow against the trees
the journey towards my childhood begins
where Papa trapped all of them inside a jar for us to marvel
how life gives light and how quick shall death take it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Watch The Moon From My Maple Tree
As I watch the moon
So quietly
From high above
In my maple tree
I see the stars
That shine all night
They speak to me
Making sure I'm alright
My life is hard
But I'm ok
Watching the show
With nothing to say
As the moon and the stars
Dance the night away
I sit and stare
Like I can't in the day
When I'm up so high
I feel so free
Happy and safe
In my maple tree
The moon is the sun
That shines in the dark
I can see it from bed
Or from way in the park
It helps me a lot
The moon is my guide
And 'I love that old tree'
I queitly sighed
poem by Miranda Van Yperen
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A Seeds A Star/tree Medley
Were a people black as is your night
Born to spread ammas eternal light
Which since time began
Has been to bring truth to every man
Our ancestors have since long ago
Passed their wisdom down so we to know
For here lies the key
That will help unfold the mistery
A seeds a star
A seeds a stars a seed
A stars a seed
A stars a seeds a star
In myself I do contain
The elements of sun and rain
First a seed with roots that swell
I gradually burst through my shell
Pushing down into the ground
The root of me is homeward bound
A trunk, a leaf and there I am
A miracle of least by far
Tree - you are the longest living one we know
The largest of all plants and still you grow
Tree - within your branches theres such history
So much of what were searching for to know
Every fifty years we celebrate
Po tolo, our star, as it rotates
Though infinitely small
It is still the heaviest of them all
(background)
A seeds a star
A seeds a stars a seed
A stars a seed
A stars a seeds a star
A seeds a star
A seeds a stars a seed
A stars a seed
A stars a seeds a star
(background-simultaneous)
Ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
Kesse ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
Kesse ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
Kesse ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
And some believe antennas are their leaves
That spans beyond our galaxy
Theyve been, they are and probably will be
Who are the mediocrity
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What The Fireflies Must Mean
according to Urias
the fireflies
are the ideas that we let
go on a dark night
and they fly
and we do not
catch them
they must go
searching
for other fireflies
their own kind
of flashes
and blinkings
we are here
watching them
in amazement
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Imagination
intentionally i let my right hand hold my left hand
my left hand holds the branch of a tree that
holds some leaves,
my feet are on the trunk of a tree
beforehand i mentioned
there are clouds getting near us
fog that promise a cover
out there oceans sing
stars hang themselves upon a path of the horizon
all imaginary ceilings
where the moon behaves like one big chandelier
there are moment when stars and moon are simply themselves
as moon and stars without
self-imposed meanings and then all that we describe
is that it is the moon and they are the stars
no sauce for more words
nothing added nothing subtracted
faithful to the phenomenon of the stillness of what we see
to still this restlessness
we focus on what we have
a hand holding another hand
a head that looks upward to the heavens
a foot rooted like the roots of a tree
leaves falling like the wind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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