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now you have seen
the secret garden
the flowers here
are edible
the seeds life giving
but we do not eat
anything
we do not even chew
any leaf
in here we are cursed
to simply utter
to let time pass
in here we are simply
living on that unseen shape
of awe
on that indescribable taste
of wonder
the stars may be far
as distant as our unfulfilled dreams
but they are always ours
and we are always
their chosen gods.
we shall reign here
on our self-made thrones.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Distant Idol

You are up there
Perched
And poised
On a citadel.
Like the Gods
So very human
So very living
But yet
Could not be held near.

I wish someday
You would walk
Down the citadel.
like a human,
have a heart
of feelings and emotion,
which could love
and get loved in return.

But till you remain
Perched,
High on the citadel,
You will be worshipped
Just like the Gods
So very human
So very living
Yet,
distant like an idol.

You are so distant
In the same world,
Under the same sky
But
Unreachable
Just like the stars
Very much seen
Very much admired
Yet never could be felt near.

I wish someday
You would abandon your star status
And hold out
Your hands
Or simply reach out to me
From beyond the clouds
Beyond the distances
And
hold me close
very close
to your being.

But till you remain distant,
Unreachable,
perched on a citadel
you will be wished for
Just like the stars
Very much seen
Very much admired
Yet never could be felt near.
-anjali

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Praise The Generous Gods

Praise the generous gods for giving
In a world of wrath and strife,
With a little time for living,
Unto all the joy of life.

At whatever source we drink it,
Art or life or faith or wine,
In whatever terms we think it,
It is common and divine.

Praise the high gods, for in giving
This for man, and this alone,
They have made his chance for living
Shine the equal of their own.

poem by William Ernest Henley
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Dusk and Dying

Dusk purple trees reach out high,
Gently brushing the Cotton Candy sky,
The nostalgic horizon passes by
And time races toward the time to die.
And I cannot help but wonder “But Why”?
Time is simply passing by, passing by,
Passing by….
But does it pause for me? Not I.
For me time simply passes by,
Like these leaves that patch this somber sky,
Time simply passes by
Like these leaves that have dried,
Skipping over the concrete, so spry.
“Simply live and let live! ” I try,
But life and living keep passing me by.
So, as my verse so aptly implies,
Whether I live, or whether I die,
I simply bid you fond goodbyes,
Like the sun as it sinks ‘low the cotton candy skies…

poem by Rachel L. Moore
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song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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The Unseen Shrines

The shrine where only one person can reign,
That is formless, figure less, unseen but felt and ours,
It is simply elusive, safe, treasured, but monopolized,
it is formless, figure less, unseen but felt and ours.
The shrine where only one person can reign,
Light this shrine with the wick of kindness,
The kindness, the size of life long,
Oil of understanding to fuel it regularly,
As Tolerance suffocates the person in it,
Let us understand and love each other,
The shrine where only one person can reign,
Never lighten this shrine with spirited lamps,
Smoke it with Incense of weeds and drugs,
The shrine that is figure less,
The shrine that is formless,
The shrine that is unseen,
The shrine that can be felt,
The shrine that can be enjoyed,
The shrine that can be worshiped,
It is nowhere else, it is in our heart,
That is built for the person whom we love.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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My Wonderful Beautiful Lady Has Golden Eyes

Your angel eyes cursed me from the first time I met you
Your eyes have magic made me follow you simply
Your eyes colors stolen the color of the honey
Because the color of your eyes its gold
Your eyes shining in the night same the stars in the sky
I had never seen like you in whole the world
On all these specifications in you is not finished yet because you are unlimited in the beauty
Your long blond hair is very awesome
When the air plays with your blond hair & its fly when you are walking
Oh my god
I'm dying on this section of your beauty
Your awesome beauty chasing me everywhere I go
I can't remove you from my head simply
I see your picture always in front of my eyes
You burned fire inside my heart
I woke up on a dream I can't tolerance it simply
I can't tolerance your love simply
You are very hard love on me
But at the end I must accept it because this is my fate
May be I can't do everything for you that you want
But I have a white romantic heart it's for you only
So please except this heart that it's in your hands
I don't have money but I have this heart
I can give you only the real love in whole your life
But I can't build castles in the air & all suddenly fail down on the ground
This is me my lovely lady
The answer is up to you
I'm waiting for your answer
I became a romantic poet because of you
I became a famous poet & everybody know my love for you how its looks like
I loved you from the first time I met you
You are always in my head & I had never forget you for a while
I will still love you forever in whole my life
To my last day of my life
To my death day
You are my first love & my last love in whole my life forever, forever

Sincerely
Your Lover Forever In Whole Your Life
The Romantic Man
Ali Sabry

poem by Ali Sabry
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Childless Individual

It is difficult to lead life as childless individual
There is nothing as such that you can’t treat it as casual
Yet there is need for it and felt severely sometimes
You are cursed and criticized sometimes as if have committed crimes

Majority of the people still think it as curse
Life is meaningless, hollow and nothing else
We are here on earth to produce the children
Die or depart from the face of earth when comes turn

Even if that point is disregarded for a moment
Still there remains vacuum to be filled and resent
After all children are means to lead life for future
Stay here, make it comfortable and assure

Some of the features are performed as a routine
Life will have to be made colorful and fine
If garden is not looked after well and taken care
It may bear deserted look and simply look bare

Garden is called only when there are beautiful flowers
With beautiful appearance and fragrance after rainy showers
Like wise we go on with our mission after birth on beautiful earth
Stay aligned with soil and confronts the problems till the death

If things were to move on with calibrated scale
It would have surely stagnated and gone stale
Life would have been like artificial flowers
Without smell with good look sans odors

Child is considered to be massager from the almighty
It brings heavenly message with fortune to make us happy
Life is booming with great aspirations and enthusiasm
Gives new lease of life to show some worth and contribute to humanism

If it was simply a life and death cycle
It would have lost charm and remained as bubble
Yet it has some aim and compulsion
Life is led with some firmness and confusion

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Gone With The Wind

What a surprise it would be
If we meet again, this time,
In the middle of a forest:
You, as a soft and healthy leaf
And me as a gentle wind!
I would take you away
To a distant secret place
Where we would never be disturbed!

Time would seem infinite
When caressing you all over
With my tender invisible hands
Along with your passionate kisses
That would transport us
Definitely to another dimension
Filled with ecstasy and lust!
You and me alone!

Happy together,
We would feel
Like on top of the World!
You, the amorous leaf,
Purposely detached from a tree
That was left way back behind
A which by now
Must be sadly missing you!
The leaf gone with the wind
And now having so much fun
With me (The Wind) !

Happy together,
In that distant secret place
Where nobody would find us!
Only the Mighty above understands
The reason why
We madly fell in love
In that daring escape journey
To this distant secret place!

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Seeds

in the fertile fields of our beings
tiny seeds are sown
and they always grow
and become flowers

they also exude scent
and display bright colors
to the sun

and they wilt before
we know it
simply because we are too busy
we could have given
these seeds enough time
to see how they become
themselves

so beautifully that we could
have adored them
even in a single moment
a very brief moment

yet we didn't and now we are sad
in this regret
this reminiscing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Happy Ending In The Garden

... AND then as it was told
the princess meets her prince in the
Secret Garden

they sow the seeds of love
respect time
soon the flowers begin to bloom
soon the trees bear the fruit

in the garden of love
so private.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Joy Of Loving

the joy of loving
is not in that taking but in the giving

i tried taking too much and put them in my hands
oh! everything becomes a mess
there are spills and dirt everywhere

i take the other option
of simply opening my hands and letting things go

like letting five butterflies fly away from my palms
into the garden of flowers

like setting free the two lovebirds spending all their lifetime
inside the metal cage that mother bought

like giving away the last saving of my life
so that you may find finally the person that you really love

i have emptied myself of everything i keep
now happiness comes
and fills every hollow corner of my being

i walk along the shores of my life.
singing.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Here She Comes

Here she comes
Breathing life in to my thoughts
There she goes
Leaves a portrait in my soul
Rolling in madness
She does everything to me
Wherever she goes you know the devil dances
And the gods lay down in defeat
Am I living
Crazy woman cant you see
That Im giving
Giving to you can you dig
Me
I wanna live
To learn the truth before my door
Dont you know
Im a simple man for all I know
This might be the hard way
But its easier for me
To take all the changes that are always amazin
But to never let em fence me in
Am I living
Crazy woman cant you see
That Im giving
Giving to you can you dig
Me
Me Im only searchin for the things I really need
I cant rely on anyone to sow and grow my seeds
I started out on empty promise I was living on my dreams
I was a runaway son and now Im up out of the water
And I can barely barely breathe
Rolling down the road
Rolling down the road
Rolling down the road
Rolling down the road
Rolling down the road
Listen listen
Hear the music play
Listen listen
Hear the music play yeah
Listen listen
Hear the music play
Listen listen
Hear the music play
Am I living
Crazy woman cant you see
That Im giving
Giving to you can you dig
Me

song performed by by Beach Boys
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I Planted A Seed

Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Monday, April 26,2010 @ 1: 22 AM

I planted seeds and watched them grow

Each day I fertilized, pesticide, and watered the seeds

Weeds couldn’t strangle my seeds I made sure

They flourished in fertile soil gaining strength by the day

I tended my garden daily without fail

At night I made sure comforted they were

Kept them safe from the elements to flourish

Strong they grew so proud I was of my seedlings

Exquisite blossoms grew from the seeds I sow

Blessed was I my garden full of life and magnificence

Gracious flowers from seeds bloomed respectfully there

Rare colors of light bloom in my plot

Flourished flowers came and went in seasons due

Now fully mature they need tending no more

Their colors now turn a pale winter blue

Scornful now my flowers turn a shadowy brown

Fields I no longer tend dry from disuse

Efforts made gallantly on unappreciative ears they are falling

Ostracized be by flowers lacking in devotion

Buds turned left the farmer to burn in summers heat

One seedling still cares and is always there

Never far fledged the one daffodil looms

In shadows bloomed now to a spectacular delight

In sorrowed fields once a daffodil is now in full bloom

In loving care suffered they not from abandonment

Tender the care giving for the farmer was driven

Success was a must for crooked the journey was laid

Apples of my eyes for I planted seeds and watch them grow

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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A Kind Of Sorrow, A Secret Suffering

to lose you i know is one kind sorrow
for i claim a loss that i never had even once owned.

a play of words, and i know you do not understand
what each word means, what a punctuation is.

this heart that grieves for what it cannot even touch
with its fragile hands, its trembling fingers
for what i see is but a glimmer
a faint light, a shadow, a hush, a slight glimpse

no one knows what secret suffering is all about
(secret so to say, i give it a language of its own)
a heart that bleeds without drops of blood
a heart injured yet without the bruises and wound

i mix with the crowd just like what we do when we go malling.
i smile like the way all people smile. i always have a glimpse of you.
yet i know, i do not wait for anybody, or anything, this is simply
an impossible endeavor. Clouds that dissipate. Air that vanish.

a door that closes. a bus that leaves. a plane turning into a dot in space.
i look up actually for nothing. i pretend sometimes that there are stars where there are none but black clouds and tree tops.
i look down and only see suffering. Pebbles and gray sands.

i sleep without remembering my dreams. i wake up not thinking
about what to do specifically with my life. I have everything you say.
but since i do not have you, i am still nothing. I am simply arms emptied
of its embrace. I am hands groping with nothing but space.

it does not matter. i touch my chest and feel that i am strong.
i give up the gift of speech. I take in the gift of words written in utter silence.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ferdie

blood was the rain
that made the ground of your dreams
fertile,
death was the plow that furrowed
a vision
of us here who simply watched
as you pass us by
there was something that bloomed
like the flower
under the shadow of the sun
the silence says you left
nothing
everything about you has become
unrecognizable,
there were traces but only for a while
the sea washed what footstep was
there
you left seeds, still alive, the birds of prey
black as their hearts are
took them all away

one seed grows
tall and mighty
now it is asking me what you were
what has become of you
a name that they all barely remember

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Simply Love

You made me...
You made me to love.
You made me see the stars above.
When you taught me the meaning of love.

You made me...
You made me to love!
You made the difference,
Dreams are made of.
When you taught me the meaning of love!

Yes I confess.

You made me...
You made me to love.
Distanced from emptiness and a void.
When you taught me this meaning of love.

When you brought me this meaning of love.
You taught me what love was.
Now it's you and me in love.
I can not hide when it's simply love!

You made me...
You made me to love!
You made the difference,
Dreams are made of.
When you taught me the meaning of love!
I can not hide when it's simply love!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Pursuit Of Happiness

the irony of this pursuit is this:
the more you pursue it
the more it escapes
away from your grasp

you think your hands
finally catch
happiness, and you
hold on to it
tightly like you
are a bird with claws

like an eagle holding
on to the monkey
then blood drifts
on the holy mountains

the paradox lies
not in the taking of happiness
but in giving it away

and then the magic happens
the mountains dance
the caves open
and the rivers sing

it is clear, when you take it
you simply release it

then you are happy
and the pursuit is nothing
but
in simply the giving
the patience of waiting

like a tree whose fruits
are ripe where children
climb
gather the fruits
and chew and swallow
every sweetness of
the pulp,
the fiber
juice sliding smoothly
inside innocent their throats

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Weed

There was an old woman
that planted a garden.
And in the garden
there grew a weed.
The weed grew next to
a beautiful flower.

The flower had grown
from a tiny seed.
The weed was strong
and would not bend.
The wind did blow
and it did send

the seeds from the flower
into the air.
They circled around
and landed where
the weed was growing
next to the flower.

Soon the weed was
surrounded by flowers.
It loved where it was
and looked by the hours
at all of the beautiful
colorful flowers.

The old woman who planted
the garden one day
decided that she would
make a bouquet.
She went to the garden
to cut the flowers.

But when she got there
down came the showers.
The raindrops that fell
made the weed shine
which made the old woman
change her mind.

She left them alone
in her garden and knew
that the weed belonged
with the flowers that grew.
She'd planted the flowers.
God planted the weed.

The garden was perfect.
No bouquet did she need.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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More Than This

Every (for a?) second of your life
Tell me if (that?) its true
I'm waiting for a sign
It's all i want of you
You heart hides a secret
A promise of what is
Something more than this
Just a second of your time
Any one will do
The (a?) taste of any other
Is all i want from you
Offer me the world
How can i resist
Something more than this
Make believe in magic
Make believe in dreams
Make believe impossible
Nothing as is seems
Too see touch taste smell hear
But never know if its real
But never know if its real
Every (for a?) second of you life
Tell me if its true
Anywhere we are
It's all i want of you
In your lips lies a secret
A promise of a kiss
Or (of?) something more than this
Just a second of your time
Any one will do
Deny (to know?) any other
Is all i want from you
Giving me the world
You know (now?) i cant resist
Something more than this
Make believe in magic
Make believe in dreams
Make believe impossible
Nothing as it seems
Never really understand
What anything means
What anything means
Another second of my life
Not knowing if its true
Make believe in nothing
It's all i want of you
Whispering the (whisper me a?) secret
Whisper in my ears (whisper me there is?)
Always something other
Something more than this

song performed by by Cure
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Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own

Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own,
In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone,
Where a leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers,
And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers;
Where the sun loves to pause
With so fond a delay,
That the night only draws
A thin veil o'er the day;
Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live,
Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.

There with souls ever ardent and pure as the clime,
We should love, as they loved in the first golden time;
The glow of the sunshine, the balm of the air,
Would steal to our hearts, and make all summer there.
With affection as free
From decline as the bowers,
And, with hope, like the bee,
Living always on flowers,
Our life should resemble a long day of light,
And our death come on, holy and calm as the night.

poem by Thomas Moore
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