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For Tony

you're home tony,
you're just right there
in the home of your heart

cool, be cool, tony boy
you're just right there
in your own home
feel the love
and kiss the person
next to you

close your eyes
and imagine a very
peaceful and
harmonious universe

stars with hands
holding each other
and dancing in
limitless space
of eternity

the moon and sun
on a perfect agreement
to make nights and
days of equal lengths

the rivers that flow
ending right there
in the deep blue sea

it is all perfect tony,
everything is just as perfect
as we wish and see
them all today

this moment of joy
and bliss this moment
of perfection
this moment when
our hearts fly like
birds towards
the island abundant
of our respective
& reserved
destinies

close your eyes tony
and imagine what perfection is
it is the shaking of the hands
of the mundane and the divine

the meeting of the minds
of God and Man

listen well tony to the sound
of peace and harmony

take note of every feeling
of stability

and then write
the next poem that comes
cascading like a waterfall
inside your mind

and then from where i am seated
i will read
the poem of your life.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Perfect Moment

The perfect moment with the perfect person.
I'm quite suprised they're here with me.
Despite all my dreams,
I'd never have believed.
That at this moment it would finally be.

So here it is.
Finally knowing the perfect kiss.
Holding hands in perfect bliss.
It's so unreal,
my head is shrouded in a mist.
I can hardly believe such luck as this.

I never want this moments end.
In the greatest joy your sweetness lends.
The greatest moment which truth defends.
We hold the greatest love in lifes great plan.
Never ending and doing all we can.
To make it through with Gods' great helping hand.

poem by Michael McParland
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Tony The Race Car Driver

His name is Tony, but I call him Tone,
he has a D.J. business to play your songs,
while you dance all night long.
Now I met him one night on New Year's Eve,
I was dancing on a table and did not see,
Tony sitting below me at the bar,
he smiled at me then gave me his business card.
Scorpio was the name of his D.J. business,
he also plays the drums, I do confess.
Now, he has one shy Persian cat,
she hides under the couch,
no one knows where's she's at.
Other than that, he watches football
Fan of the Pittsburg Stealers,
they lost over Wisc. last year, people where squealing.
Tony has a red corvette that I can't drive,
Tony goes real fast, thank God he's still alive.
Now Tony and his Uncle Lenny are really fun,
they always joking around with everyone.
Thanks Tone, I hope you get the girl,
and she colors your world.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Upon leaving arvisu house

the last message of Tony was this:
you have finally seen the light

we who remain here are still
groping in darkness

it is hard to understand what Tony
really meant by that

years passed,15 years more
Tony became a Jesuit Priest

then we met in Zamboanga and
we talked we avoided this thing

about light, we have nothing to
say about it, he said 'You are fat'

i have nothing to say much
i hid the light inside my fists

Tony is correct in this world where
we live, it is a big circle and he

hints about something, it is light
there is no visible end and there

is no visible beginning we only
inhabit we fail always to explain

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tony The Race Car Driver

His name is Tony, but I call him Tone,
he has a D.J. business to play your songs,
while you dance all night long.
Now I met him one night on New Year’s Eve,
I was dancing on a table and did not see,
Tony sitting below me at the bar,
he smiled at me then gave me his business card.
Scorpio was the name of his D.J. business,
he also plays the drums, I do confess.
Now, he has one shy Persian cat,
she hides under the couch,
no one knows where’s she’s at.
Other than that, he watches football
Fan of the Pittsburg Stealers,
they lost over Wisc. last year, people where squealing.
Tony has a red corvette that I can’t drive,
Tony goes real fast, thank God he’s still alive.
Now Tony and his Uncle Lenny are really fun,
they always joking around with everyone.
Thanks Tone, I hope you get the girl,
and she colors your world.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 26,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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First Encounter - Tony Bennet

tony bennet
a million diamonds
dropp into my heart

tony bennet
giving my brain cells
a new breathe

tony bennet
a voice
crystallises my mind

tonny bennet
letting the voice
do its wonder

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Perfect Part 2

I don’t need perfect cloth
I don’t need perfect hair
What I need is a confidence

I don’t need perfect score
I don’t need perfect job
What I need is a support

I don’t need perfect word
I don’t need perfect dream
What I need is a chance

I don’t need perfect agreement
I don’t need perfect control
What I need is a solution

I don’t need perfect holiday
I don’t need perfect memories
What I need is a peace of mind

I don’t need perfect home
I don’t need perfect family
What I need is a comfort

I don’t need perfect love
I don’t need perfect life
What I need is an understanding

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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My Purple Pony!

I have a purple pony,
and i named her tony.

I gave my purple pony named tony a hat,
and it matches her pretty pink sleeping mat.

My purple pony named tony loves to sing and dance,
she likes to sing about her Friend named lance.

I wrote this to tell you that my purple pony named tony Say's hi,
but no my purple pony named tony has to go so bye bye!

poem by Alyssa Hermosillo
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That Pigeon

Tony just brought
a pigeon
in his house
put it in a cage and
feed it
some grains
beside a bowl of
water

Every night since then
i cannot sleep
hearing always the sound
of a sobbing woman
grieving

i keep telling myself
that it is just
a pigeon temporarily
adopting to a momentary loss
of her freedom

Horrible nights
lots of horrible nights
the sounds of groaning griefs
are penetrating the walls of my mind

until one day
the pigeon died and Tony buried it
beside his house
now the pebbles are giving me
the silence of the dead
the air is so quiet
looking at an empty cage

somehow i feel guilty
not about the pigeon but about Tony
well, the story is quite long
what business do i have there?
last night i was thinking
what if it was Tony who died
and the pigeon went out of that cage
and buried him there
beside that lonely house?
shall i not hear the grieving sounds of
that pigeon again?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Home Is Where The Heart Is

(gary rossington -- johnny vanzant -- hughie thomasson -- rickey medlocke)
Ive always lived my life like a gypsy
I cant imagine myself settlin down
So please dont ask me to give up this life I lead
cause I love to feel those wheels go round and round
(chorus)
I can see it inside
Its my heart that sees, not my eyes
And if you listen close Ill tell you why
Home is where the heart is
And my heart is at home with you
Theres a cold wind blowin and you know its almost midnight
You never dreamed it would be this hard lovin a music man
But this iron horse on which I ride Im closer its true
And its just as hard for me as it is for you
I can see it inside
Its my heart that sees not my eyes
And if you listen close Ill tell you why
Home is where the heart is
And my heart is at home with you
In my life Im always on the run
Livin one day at a time
Hold on a little longer
I dont know where Im gonna end up
Or where Ill go
I can see it inside
Its my heart that sees not my eyes
And if you listen close Ill tell you why
Home is where the heart is
And my heart is at home ...
I can see it inside
Its my heart that sees not my eyes
And if you listen close Ill tell you why
Home is where the heart is
And my heart is at home with you
Home is where the heart is
Oh ,my home is where my heart is
Oh, my home is where my heart is

song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Yogi post-it to William Carlos Williams

Thanks for leaving one…

I can only say,
that in the passing moment
the cold perfection of that plum
reflected my perfection
reflecting all perfection

and the beauty of that moment
was but my own beauty
which must be, is, the beauty of the One

so I hope the remainder
were as perfect, beautiful
for you

so why not
write a poem about this?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Acting

we may pretend
sometimes that i am this handsome guy
and you are this beautiful woman

we go to the beach
i am wearing my white speedo
and you are in your red bikini
a two-piece suit
we imagine we stroll the beach one fine day
holding hands
and then we sit on the white sand
your head in the embrace of my strong arms
i encircle your body and i look to the blue horizon
and dissolve my thoughts

you smile
& you close your eyes and feel the joy of loving
we imagine
there is only the two of us in this island of desire
we kiss and we hold each other tight

we feel so close
and we make love under the moon
i feel your heart beating inside my heart
and i say i love you and you say you love me too

we imagine a lot and
try this fantasy for once

sometimes i ask: why don't we make it true?
these feelings inside us may burst
soon i tell you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tonys Theme

This is a song about a superhero named tony
Its called tonys theme
Hes got the oil on his chain, for a ride in the rain
No baloney
Ride around on my bicycle like a pony
Im waving hi, hi, hi, hi, hi
Gu-gu-gu-gimme a scream
Give me, give me the theme
Of tony
To-ny, to-ny, to-ny, to-ny, to-ny
I am tony, super bicycle tony, Im racing
Spitfire turn and pop a wheelie, burn and evil chasing
Im waving bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
I got a card in my spokes
Im practicing my joke, Im learning
To-ny, to-ny, to-ny, to-ny, to-ny
This is a song about a superhero named tony
Its called tonys theme
I can look at the sun if you give me some bad sun glasses
Im back on the road, I cut my grass like Im told
After classes!
To-ny, to-ny, to-ny, to-ny, to-ny
To-ny, to-ny, to-ny, to-ny, to-ny
To-ny

song performed by by Pixies
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this Sunday

this Sunday i will be with Tony
my cousin with one arm left,
a machine ate his left arm,
his wife left him and his only son
does not recognize him anymore,

oh, it's a sad story, and it's
pity in real action, but i let him
express himself,
he is a good mountain
walker.

this Sunday, we agreed on a trek
in Tabon, where the trees are still trees.
The path is narrow, and
the grasses are taller.

we do not hunt for birds,
we simply watch them.
we do not speak that much
we agreed to simply listen

the sound of the forest wind
the shadows of the hills cast by the setting sun
the mud on our feet
the sweat on our brows

at night, when we are all alone
we begin to tell our stories again
those where wives are not interested to listen
those which do not make husbands cry

over a cup of hot coffee
i recite a sad poem that i have not the courage to write for once.

now it is not about love
it is more about death and revenge

Tony will like it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A lot has been written about Tony Perkins and myself and I figured, Let's get it straight. I had a relationship with Tony for two to three years, but those are only threads in the tapestry of my whole life.

quote by Tab Hunter
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The joke I wanted to put into one of the promos for this new season, was to have a guy come up to me and say, Hey! Tony! I love your show, I've watched you every night since you started! And then I'd say, Ah! You're the one!

quote by Tony Danza
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Perfect Blame

If I write the perfect poem
then my creation
mocks me
because it is perfect
and I know I am not.
The imperfect poem
is better for me
yet perfection
haunts
and I continue to strive
for its outlines
even as I concede
imperfection's continence
is more like me.
It may be I have to concede
that I and all of us are perfect
as we are inside
but once perfection moves outside my skin
the world taints it
with its imperfections
and I have to take the blame.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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23feb12 The Day After: Comparison Iraq

the earthquake
was terrible
now you understand
no water?

two three
years later
much of Iraq
had no water

Tony Blair said
no hurry...
Tony has water
why hurry...
Tony has water
why worry...

before Libya
shot own
citizens from jets
helicopters?

over 300 in Egypt
dead in
protests 300 so far
in other

Arab countries?
God’s children
are hurting and
yet you had no

comment? Why?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Perfect Moment

Sunset glow from a hill
Let it flow take your fill
Such a perfect moment
Mona lisa smile
One such perfect moment
Makes it all worthwhile
Autumn night crystal clear
Mystic night seems so near
Such a perfect moment
Nothin you can say
One such perfect moment
Gets you through the day
Mountain sheen, ocean shine
Miocene valentine
One such perfect moment
Never twice th same
Such a perfect moment
Will keep you in th game

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Perfection

Your cold and poor-spirited love
Was like running water upon my hands...
I did for your love, all that I could....
As an imperfect man that I am...
I offered you just possible things...
Warmth when you were cold,
And consolation when you felt hopeless...
You search for perfection
Which you will never find...
Perfect is the rain that falls
In the spring time...
Perfect are the flowers that grow
in a real garden of love....
Perfect is the smile in a child
Who plays with toys...
Perfection is a man
Who had it all
And now is getting tired and old...
Perfection are the memories
In your heart and mind...
Perfection is something
You shall never find
On me or any other man
Since perfection is just
In your dreams and imagination...
Now perfection becomes
Just like a story untold....
How sad it is
That my love you can no longer have
Neither my hands again hold...
o! Woman, wish you good luck
In your new try...

COPY WRITE©2009

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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A Perfect of One

So if this kiss
I mean to kiss
happens and it
runs amiss
and you or I
suffer disappointment
will we forever eschew
the kissing
and its sweet intents
because we sought
that which was more perfect
than either of
us?
That I guess would be silly.
But how sweet is the love
held in our breasts
how wonderful is the kiss never made
how perfect the kiss before the touch of lips
gentle touch;
and the kiss is done;
it may or may not be the perfect gem
the before-kiss was.

Ah, life so often
interrupts my dreams
and forces me to love
me imperfectly
and you as well.

No, imperfect is not the word;
perhaps it is better seen
as the union of our two worlds
which by definition means me
and not me coming together
bringing home the point
that can perfection mate
when I am the only one in the portrait,
and a perfect of one;
which is not really
perfection at all;
or is that really
only the Perfection
of Alone?

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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