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for RV...

now i know
why you shot* your two feet
against the
sea and sun
under the shade of a tree
one hot
summer

understandably
you are so alone and no one
did it for you

so you did
it yourself

* took a picture

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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mid-summers Rain

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MID-SUMMER’S RAIN!

Juicy water melons and iced buttermilk,
Cool breeze of summer with waves kissing
our feet,
These are a few blessings of an Indian
summer time,
Let’s walk the beaches with your hand in
mine!
O lovely summer time!

Sitting under the shade with cold lemonade,
I see the boats sailing, - their white dotted
sails!
While the surf riders perform their undulating
dance, -
As we sit under the sun-shade almost in a
trance!
O summer’s hypnotic trance!

Next I see the dark clouds on the horizon afar,
Soon they begin to cover the sky entire!
Rain drops keep falling as mid-summer’s rain,
As we kiss each other all drenched in the rain!
O how I wish to spend this summer with you, -
All over again! !
-Raj Nandy
04 Apr 09
New Delhi

poem by Raj Nandy
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Darkness And Light Playing Upon Us

i shot myself
with a camera.

then i edited
the picture showing
more of the dark side
of my life
with only a very slight
shade of light
on the left side of my
face

indeed when light and
darkness play upon
your sorrows and pains
they make a true and
beautiful picture of
us.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tree

When the sun goes down
I have my first drink
standing in the yard,
talking to my neighbor
about the alder tree
rising between our houses,
a lowly tree that prospered
from our steady inattention
and shot up quick as a weed
to tower over our rooftops,
where it now brandishes
a rich, luxuriant crown.
Should we cut it down?
Neither of us wants to --
we agree that we like
the flourishing branches,
shade like thick woods.
We don't say it,
studying our tree in silence,
but we know that if the roots
get into the foundations
we've got real trouble.
John goes back inside.
Nothing to be done in summer --
not to those heavy branches.
I balance my empty glass
on top of a fence post.
In the quiet early dark,
those peaceful minutes
before dinner, I bend down
to the flower beds I love
and pull a few weeds --
something I've meant to do
all day.

poem by Richard Jones
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The Old Man Beside A Huge Tree

i have seen the picture of an old man
beside a huge oak tree

the picture is old
black and white and the kind of one that is strong
for it will last another lifetime

i have not seen the old man
neither the huge oak tree for real

i have the picture of the old man and the old oak tree
and the younger man sleeping
his smooth skin caressed by the fluffing grass

there is a story there and it is all about
gods and dogs
a film about a director who lost his fame
and fortune
about a young gardener who captures a heart
and made it bleed

at the end the old man met a happy death
the old oak tree was gone
but i have not really seen what is real
i have seen only the picture of what i thought could have been real
black and white

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lens Of Life

We look at life through different angles
trying always to get the best shot.
Some times the camera lens is dirty
and a fuzzy picture is all you get.
We clean the lens and take another shot,
hoping for a better picture,
one without regret.

7 February 2008

poem by David Harris
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Remember The Oak Tree

Remember the oak tree?
Hovering over the yellow house,
In the midst of which we fell so free
That was useful to everyone including a mouse.

Remember the oak tree?
When we set up our tyre swing
While my mother and
your mother had some tea,
And listened across town for
the bells of the Church to ring.

Remember the oak tree?
Sheltering us from all the harsh weather
And providing us shade while we shelled the peas
During the long hot summer we spent together

Remember the oak tree?
Under which we would always play and sit.
Can’t you see
I can never forget it.

Remember the Oak Tree?

poem by Nilesh Roy
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Shade Tree Horse

You know, I’m just a shade tree horse
I think they know it by now
When the sun is blistering hot
I won’t go in the field like a cow

I’ve tried to make my owner
Realize my station in life
I’ve sent a message to his kids as well
And even to my owner’s wife

I’m special and everyone knows it
If they don’t put me in my stall
When the weather’s so sweltering
There’s my shade tree after all

Then one day the weather will change
And winter will come, of course
But while the sun is a’blazin’
I’m always the shade tree horse!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Shade

by the shadow
of the mountain
i am taking
a shade

on the shade
of a tree
i take my
shade

on the shade
of my body
i am taking
my shade

on the shade
of my soul
the mountain
the tree and
my body
also take
their shade

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Autumn Again

Red and yellow, orange and brown
will replace the green we see.
For the leaves of summer are changing now
and soon will leave their tree.
The acorns will crunch under our feet
and rakes will soon be used.
Piles of leaves will be gathered
and the squirrels will keep us amused.

Oh what a glorious time of the year.
There's no other season like fall.
It feels like God has painted a picture
and gifted it to us all.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Smoking Gun

The old perverbial smoking gun
as they say
just for fun
I shot it one day

shot it into a tree
the sap began to seep
down on my knee
I began to weep

I thought I killed it dead
being a child
something in my head
just went wild

I'm glad it was a tree
and not a person
or I would forever be
in a prison

the tree never died
its alive today
I still cried
and put my gun away

poem by Ernest Clary
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Hit Me With Your Best Shot

You're a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts like the one in me
That's okay, let's see how you do it
Put up your dukes, let's get down to it
[chorus]
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
You come on with the come on
You don't fight fair
That's okay, see if I care
Knock me down, it's all in vain
I get right back up on my feet again
[chorus]
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
You're a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts like the one in me
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case
You better make sure you put me in my place
Hit me with your best shot, c'mon
Hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
[chorus]
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Fire Away

song performed by by Wheatus
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Down At The Hacienda (Fun Poem 18)

Down at the Hacienda,
where the bullets,
were flying around.
A man lies shot on the ground.
My love was the one,
who shot him.
She was trying to shoot me.
Her aim was so bad;
she shot him,
while he was hiding behind a tree!

poem by David Harris
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Summer Kind Of Loving

Summer kind of loving, standing in the breeze
I hate the sand beneath my feet and the mud upon my knees

Summer kind of loving, upside down, hanging from a tree
Feel the blood rush to your head as you come back up with ease

Summer kind of loving, on the way out, catch your keys
It's a long way 'til next summer, where we think we'll never have to leave

poem by Amanda Winchester
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Marula tree trunk

Strong winds blow against the Marula tree trunk,
They come with miscellaneous objects,
Light and heavy,
And use them to break the Marula tree trunk,
But nothing happens to the Marula tree trunk,

Light and heavy rains come,
The Marula tree smiles,
For the plentiful rain water will make
It stronger and taller,

Animals come and sleep under and on top
Of the Marula tree,
Lean and rub their itching bodies
Against the Marula tree trunk,
Relieve themselves against it,
But nothing happens to the Marula tree trunk,

The human race use the Marula tree for shade
Against the merciless summer heat of the Limpopo sun,
And eat or make beer with Marula,
But, alas! One vicious human being returned,
And chopped it,
Off goes the faithless Marula tree trunk,
To be scorched by the everlasting home burning fires.

poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna
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Sad picture piece

The picture we took together
And put together piece by piece

All of us as a Group
With smiles on our faces we
Were laughing together

Creating what we thought
Was a big happy picture

Now in the future we look
At that big picture piece
And see a sad picture piece

Comparing it to today, most of us…
Dead, war reached us.

What use to be happy picture piece.
Turned to what it really was.
A sad picture piece we put together
As a Group.

Smiling, laughing, naive
Naïve of what the future
Could bring

Friends dying, revealing what they
Really did with there life
In the past, happy as can be
Together wishing for more

Seeing that picture now
Remembering all the thing’s I had
In the past, also with things I lost

Now you see a picture with lies
But also the truth
Both makes the group shot of friends
We put together
A big, but small sad picture piece.

poem by Marcellus Watts
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Sex Never Goes Out Of Fashion

She's the kind of girl who likes to do it stand up
From the back or anyway you want it, love
From the top if you keep it going all night
You're as good as the next for a fun time
Lookie here like a rabbit on the dancefloor
Party girl like you comin' in the back door
"c'mon boy, give it good, give an encore.."
Never leave a hungry sister begging one more
You keep it good and she'll beat you at your own game
Flip a switch and she's crying out her own name
Keep a lady happy as a little lamb
Give her head and you're riding on a sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
Wham bam slam it like a mama's man
Baby's on her back doin' the can-can
Such a babe-licious poco loco
Make her bob, make her beg and sweat it hardcore
Honky tonky lovin' keep her trembling
Funky style's never out of fashion, man
Keep it fresh with something for the weekend
Get some, daddy... You're riding on a sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
A little bit more
(Down her legs)
A little bit more
(Down her back)
A little bit more
(Down her neck)
A little bit more
(Down her arms)
A little bit more
(Down her breast)
A little bit m

song performed by by Garbage
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Our Tree

When spring comes round, our apple tree
Is very full of flowers,
And when a bird sits on a branch
The petals fall in showers.

When summer comes, our apple tree
Is very full of green,
And everywhere you look in it
There is a leafy screen.

When autumn comes, our apple tree
Is full of things to eat.
The apples hang from every branch
To tumble at our feet.

When winter comes, our apple tree
Is full of snow and ice
And rabbits come to visit it...
We think our tree is nice.

poem by Marchette Chute
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Shot Of Love

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Dont need a shot of heroin to kill my disease,
Dont need a shot of turpentine, only bring me to my knees,
Dont need a shot of codeine to help me to repent,
Dont need a shot of whiskey, help me be president.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Doctor, can you hear me? I need some medicaid.
I seen the kingdoms of the world and its makin me feel afraid.
What I got aint painful, its just bound to kill me dead
Like the men that followed jesus when they put a price upon his head.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
I dont need no alibi when Im spending time with you.
Ive heard all of them rumors and you have heard em too.
Dont show me no picture show or give me no book to read,
It dont satisfy the hurt inside nor the habit that it feeds.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Why would I want to take your life?
Youve only murdered my father, raped his wife,
Tattooed my babies with a poison pen,
Mocked my god, humiliated my friends.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Dont wanna be with nobody tonight veronica not around nowhere,
Mavis just aint right.
Theres a man that hates me and hes swift, smooth and near,
Am I supposed to set back and wait until hes here?
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Dont even feel like crossing the street and my car aint actin right.
Called home, everybody seemed to have moved away.
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
If youre a doctor, I need a shot of love.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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5. The Cat

The cat shot over the sleeping dog
And caught it with his paw
The cat shot over the table
Dog chased him through the door

The cat shot over the TV
And Landed in a chair
The cat shot over the ceiling light
Springs shot him through the air

The cat shot over the mirror
A cat gave him a fright
The cat shot over his image
But didn’t want to fight

The cat shot over the fireplace
Burnt tail on red hot coal
The cat shot over the hearthrug
Like a firework on a roll

The cat shot over the window ledge
Burnt curtains caught in the nets
The cat shot over in dad’s old car
For a visit to the vets

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Picture.

Ihave your picture in my wallet.

But I have your kiss in the jasmine
Of the summer dusk.

I have your picture in my wallet.

But I have your eyes in the starlight.
Dancing across a frosted field.

I have your picture in my wallet.

But I have your touch on the breeze
That bends the flowers in green meadow.

I have your picture in my mind.

poem by Kevin East
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