Giving You The Scenario
i am the culprit who gives you the scenario of his
driving alone on one stormy night
the white bridge taken away by the strong river
where there is no more connection, and you write me hoping that this
cannot be true, because you always believe what i write and because i always
assure you that everything is true, oh my, oh my,
the storm is true, and the river and the bridge too, and its color and its rage
but oh my, oh my,
the one who is driving
the one who was lost and stopped by the side of the road and wished
that the tree above him may fall on his car and damage it and even
kill him inside the confines of his anxieties
need not be me,
he could be someone else, a neigbor, a friend, an acquaintance of the mind, a character of his short story,
or the mad man in his poem
or it could even be you
in some figures of speech
yes, everything are possibilities,
and oh my, oh my,
yes, i finally agree,
on that stormy night with all the details in tact
trees bending, leaves blown away, rain as thick as walls,
rivers raging like a revolution
darkness as black as ink
howling sounds like dogs seeing the bad spirits
oh my, oh my with all the stark detail they are so real
so real that i know how it feels like i am touching the flame itself
from the dirty kitchen,
well, you are right
he could be me, how can i now disown who i am and what i have seen?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On A Storny Day While You Are Driving Alone
you drive towards home
alone
under a strong rain
and wind
the storm has come again
inside the car
you hear nothing
you only see
the mess outside
you
you do not turn on
the radio
there is nothing there
only the buzzing
the FM stations lost
in the midst of this
chaos
you hear the silence inside you
talking
it is tired of the day's
heavy workload
you hear the sound
of the windswiper
you see the water
ahead of you along the
way
as the car cleans itself
so you may see the road
ahead
meeting you
the white bridge,
the thick lines of rain
like walls
like some liquid ropes
bursting on the glass
there are no cars
meeting you
no lights
except the darkness
and
the leaves blown away
from you
you think and you know the
difference:
you are losing your sense
of home
the sense of direction
insists
still towards this road
you do not like it
anymore,
you still think in the middle
of this storn
you want to stop and
watch the river
overflow
you wish the bridge is broken
you want it taken away
dismantled
you imagine there is
no more connection
whatever
you see nothing at the end,
what you see is simply
the storm
you stop again on the side of the road
where the tree shall fall and
you are under it,
you do not think of the car,
or of yourself anymore
what is there anyway?
there is no one waiting,
there is nothing worth meeting
and surely
life is not worth living
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Driving Me Wild
(stuart emerson)
Producer for bonnie: stuart emerson
A long night
Cutting through the desert heat
The sun was rising
The day was rising the day was standing on its feet
I saw a long shadow snakin down
The dusty road side
To where you were standing
Waiting for the big ride
A vision in black no holding back
I pulled in along side
Drove till night falling light
The time has come to pay the price
Youre driving me wild
Driving me wild
You turn me upside down
Turn me around
You make feel so good
Youre driving me wild
Everyone loves a mystery
Everyone loves to dream
A real cliffhanger
A real good thriller
But how about love for real
Theres a God in the sky
Coz we made it all night
The warm river flowing inside
But the river ran dry
As day went by
He couldnt wait to say goodbye
Youre driving me wild
Driving me wild
You turn me upside down
Turn me around
You make me feel so good
Youre driving me wild
Everyone loves a mystery
Youre driving me wild
Driving me wild
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Keep Driving
Another new york waltz at four a.m.,
In the canyons lost at night
The citys just a jail for me, full of high rise prison walls
And Im riding through this darkness,
cause I know theres life within
And Im searching through the shadows,
Just to find that light again
Keep driving (keep driving),
Let the meter run
Keep driving (keep driving),
Oh the nights not really done
Keep driving
And Im hanging on a memory, and I feel it in the air
Im a prisoner of these lonely streets,
But I know Ill find you there
And oh lord, you look so pretty,
But you can see it in my eyes
And just before my tear will fall, oh you smile and get inside
It seems so real until the light turns green
Dont wake me up, dont ruin this dream, dont take me from my scene
Keep driving, keep driving,
Keep driving, keep driving,
I cant go home, dont take me home, I cant go home alone
They dont tell you when the music stops,
Or how the movie ends
Is it too late once the feelings gone,
To back it up and start it all again?
Oh lord you look so pretty,
And you can see it in my eyes
And just before that tear will fall, oh you smile and get inside
(keep driving) keep driving, driving
I cant go home, dont take me home, I cant go home alone
(keep driving) let the meter run,
(keep driving) dont take me home
(keep driving) ooh, the nights still young
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) ooh find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) find someone,
(keep driving) find someone,
(keep driving, keep driving, keep driving, keep driving, keep driving)
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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A Tall Story part two
There is a bridge that crosses over a river
A river that is eerie and makes you quiver
With the light of the moon the river will gleam
and a boat will go sailing, on its own down
stream. The mist will come from out of the trees
and horrible sounds can be heard in the breeze.
It sounded like cats caught up in a fight a claim
for territory in the dead of night, but cats never fight
on the waters edge just in case they fall over the ledge.
A river bank full of matted reeds where plants had died
without dispersing their seeds.A man dressed in green
who paddles the stream who can be seen clear in the
moonlit beam.Sometimes you hear him digging on
the side of the river bank, could this be true or is it
some sort of a prank
A river full of alge green and that's how it had
always been. No carp, no bream no fish to fish not
even a place for a secret wish.
No river bank wildlife to give it grace, just run over the
bridge and get out of this place.
The story tells of a robber who stood about three feet
tall and because of his height he couldent climbe over
the wall. Now behind the wall was the river which spread
down far and wide and the man in green had a problem
because he could'nt get to the other side.So he hid the
loot inside his boot and started to dig under the wall
but as he dug the water flooded in and he sank to
the bottom of the pool.
Apart from one thing he could not swim and the weight
of the loot that was in his boot no doubt made him take
root.If you go to the river and see the man in green, then
please come back and tell us what you have seen.
This is a tall story one with a short tale, I am sorry it
didn't excit you, but my next one wont fail.
poem by Sylvia Spencer
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My Poem Came To Me In The Night
MY POEM CAME TO ME IN THE NIGHT
My poem came to me in the night
Long after I should have gone to sleep
It came with darkness inside and a fear of darkness deeper still-
It was a poem of the end of the earth
A dark poem
The last poem of the day and perhaps the last poem of forever-
It came to me in the night
And made me write it down gently
And said because there is no time left
It is impossible to add on to it
Or give it true character and feeling.-
The poem of the night and its darkness
Stilled me into vulnerable silence
And I slept and went to sleep
Far from the page I wrote.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Where Is Your Love
Refrain:
Where is your love
Day and night Im dreaming of you
And I wish my dream will come true
I need you, whatever I do
Tell me where,
Where is your love
Day and night Im dreaming of you
And I wish my dream will come true
I need you, whatever I do
Tell me where, where is your love
Refrain B:
Where is your love ( 4x )
Bridge 1:
I - cant believe what youve done to me
Now youre free
How - could I fall for someone like you
So untrue
Bridge 2:
I - feel so lonely again since youre gone
Ive been strong
I - thought forever that you would be mine
All the time
Rap 1:
I need you - but maybe its to late
To turn back the clock, to say I will excuse myself,
Im here to respect you
Touch you, feel you, thats what I want to
You are - my only temptation
One and one is two, I lost the vibration
Nine to nine, there is no sunshine
Without you my life has no colours and no time
Rap 2:
Walking - till the end of the road
For now and forever, Ill share your load
When youre next to me, I felt so strong
Seasons are changing, and now youre gone
Feels long - but its the right time
Cuts like a knife, inside my mind
This is my sign - the real love of my life
Get out of my heart, I will survive
Rap 3:
Youre so special - this is the right word
The more I think, the deeper it hurts
Love - no isolation
Think about togetherness, is my imagination
Temptation, now youre far away
Come back and stay, share my day
Hearts still bleading, mind is outta control
You touched my mind, my body and my soul
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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The Bridge Who Dreams Of Being A River
the bridge finally
confesses to the river
that in every surge of
the water below it
it experiences what human
males call an erection
it strengthens every
cable that runs inside it
the heavy clouds rain on it
and the sun scorches it with heat
every bridge confesses innocence
to this nonsense
the bridge after all is not what
it is, ...it is still going to be
not just a bridge but soon
when it collapses...a river too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Down At The Bridge
I went down to the (? ? ? ? ? )
Didnt really know what I was going for
Must have been a stroke of destiny
Thats a break (into me)? ?
We met in the frozen food section
It was mrs. swanson love connection
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
You can really tell a lot about a man
By if he likes his peaches to eat fresh or canned
Does he like tide or prefer wisk
Ive never go to know a guy as good as this
You ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
It was love at first sigh, there was no denying
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Its not real fast, but it goes real far
Like what I say, wouldnt have it any other way way way
I walk slowly towards you down the aisle
I got this future flash and it made me smile
I knew right then I had better leave or forever hold my peace
Put your grocery bag inside my cart
And I knew Id never get ya out of my heart
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Transcribed by adam longfellow
song performed by by Jewel
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Moon Shining Over The London Bridge
The sky is dark now
And the night is here again
But there is a moon shining over the London Bridge right over the sky
And I keep watching that moon while I rest for a while at the Thames River
But I can't take my eyes of the moon that is shining over the London Bridge right over the sky because it is beautiful to see
And at the same time it is getting late now but I don't mind at all because I Rather stay all night at The Thames river watching the moon shining over The London Bridge right over the sky
Yes the Big Ben chined midnight now and London is going to sleep
But I am falling asleep now at The Thames river below the naked three That is there at the Thanes River
Also all the buildings near The Thames river have their lights out
And I am sleeping in totall darkness and at the same time enjoying the Peace and quiet of the Thames river during the night
But near the Thames River is always cold and I don't mind at all Because I am dressed for this kind of weather
But this night at the Thames River I will always remember because it Will be the best sleep I ever had in years
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Road That Runs Beside The River
follows the river as it bends
along the valley floor,
going the way it must.
Where water goes, so goes the road,
if there's room (not in a ravine,
gorge), the river
on your right or left. Left is better: when you're driving,
it's over your elbow across
the road.
You see the current, which is
what the river is: the river
in the river, a thing sliding fast forward
inside a thing sliding not so fast forward.
Driving with, beside, the river's flow is good.
Another pleasure, driving against it: it's the same river
someone else will see
somewhere else downstream -- same play,
new theater, different set.
Wide, shallow, fairly fast,
roundy-stone streambed, rocky-land river,
it turns there or here -- the ground
telling it so -- draining dull
mountains to the north,
migrating, feeding a few hard-fleshed fish
who live in it. One small sandbar splits
the river, then it loops left,
the road right, and the river's silver
slips under the trees,
into the forest,
and over the sharp perpendicular
edge of the earth.
poem by Thomas Lux
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Burning Bridges
Yesterday she thanked me
For oilin that front door
This morning when she wakes
She wont be thankful anymore
Shell never know how much I cared
Just that I couldnt stay
And Ill never know the reason
Why I always run away.
(chorus)
Burning bridges one by one
What Im doin cant be undone
And Im always hoping someday
Im gonna stop this runnin around
But every time the chance comes up
Another bridge goes down.
Last night we talked of old times
Families and home towns
Whe wondered if wed both agree
On where wed settle down
And I told her that wed cross that bridge
Whenever it arrived
Now through the flames I see her
Standin on the other side
*chorus*
Like ashes on the water
I drift away in sorrow
Knowing that the day
My lessons finally learned
Ill be standing at a river
Staring out across tomorrow
And the bridge I need to get there
Will be a bridge that I have burned.
*chorus*
Another bridge goes down
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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New Love
Theres a barge going by on the river.
Yellow against the blue.
Theres a bus driving up along the bridge
And its red like the color of new love.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
Theres a woman beside a window.
Quiet against the street.
Theres a man beside a magazine stand.
Looks like hes waiting to meet some one.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
And everything reminds me of you.
And everything reminds me of things we used to do.
Even though I miss you, I know were through.
And I need to find something new.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
Theres a man playing guitar in the subway.
Gentle against the crowd.
Theres a kid in the upstairs apartment.
Plays his recorder, wakes me up from above.
And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
Theres more to come.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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I Strive Against The Silence Of The Night
I STRIVE AGAINST THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT
I strive against the silence of the night
Against my own inner emptiness
I wait to hear some song from inside myself -
Nothing is written.
I go back to where I am
And begin again.
There is always a poem if one is patient enough.
But what poem?
And for what special meaning of this night?
I write again and again
A poem which is about writing a poem
And when I come to end it
I question again and again
Whether it is real.
This night is already deep in darkness
And yet I have almost broken its silence
One more line
One more writing about writing a poem -
Perhaps Memory will come back to me
And I will write a more real poem
Than this strained effort now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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On Passing A Hanging Bridge
on passing a hanging bridge
the sway can be felt
you will be there alone
not in two's
not even to be with the person
you love or your trusted friend
not that there is no valid reason for that
the hanging bridge may feel your weight
and give in and you may fall with it
and die in an instant
there are rules to be borne in mind
you are not suppose to look on either side, left or right
or look downward otherwise you will feel
being sucked by the raging river below you
and then you become nauseous
and then eventually you fall
and then die crashing
on the rocks
i have reflected on it that day after i passed the hanging bridge.
it is like life itself. I must pass alone. I must always look forward.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Is Just An Exercise
this poem
is a morning poem
i write it when
the sun begins to peep
between the two hills
where my house
stands
i write it when the dews
are still alive
glistening with life
on the green leaves
on the white petals
of the flowers
i write it when the birds
start to chirp
and in flocks start
to leave the trees
where they
sleep for the
whole dark night
oh, this poem is nothing
it is just an idea
just an exercise of the mind
this morning
just to assure myself
that i am still a rational being
in touch with art
honed to the skills
of humanity
oh, this is just nothing
but a prelude
to my day
a day
when we wish
we are not thinking at all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The River of Me
I launched myself on the river me
Way back when I was two or three
I sailed out through the wall of snow
Beneath the bridge where all kids go
That Cheyenne Bodie was ten feet tall
His voice so deep it filled a hall
And that was who I dreamed I’d be
Until Cochise came on the scene
There was ice on the river and ice on the pond
And the singing nun sang on and on
There were trees on the river bank, cliffs by the sea
And fish galore in the river of me
The fields were full of cows, corn or wheat
The air was thick with bees and heat
The summer lasted all year long
I never knew til it was gone
And then of course came that high school girl
Her glances made my river swirl
More complex than the universe
I never knew what she’d do next
There was light on the river and light on the pond
And the singing nun sang on and on
There were trees on the river bank, cliffs by the sea
And fish galore in the river of me
And up we soared towards the sky
Through songs and dancing by and by
My waterfalls and waves ran high
For just the winking of an eye
And in the distance the quiet sea
was waiting on the river me
And on the banks the weeds grew tall
Where rusting leaves began to fall
Now there’s night on the river and night on the pond
And the singing nun is long since gone
There are trees on the river bank, cliffs by the sea
And memories in the river of me
I launched myself on the river me
Way back when I was two or three
I sailed out through the wall of snow
Beneath the bridge where all kids go
Scribbler's Stymie
Pen and paper in sight
I've got no poem to write
Staying up all night
I've got no poem to write
Although my mind is bright
I've got no poem to write
It's windy out tonight, should I go fly a kite?
I've got no poem to write
My ceiling, it is white
I've got no poem to write
It's 4: 59! Five, but not quite
I've got no poem to write
In your arms I'd feel so light
I've got no poem to write
I've had no sleep tonight
I've got no poem to write
Will you just hold me tight?
I've got no poem to write
Outside it's almost light
I've got no poem to write
It's late, off goes my light
I've got no poem to write
poem by Julia Grace
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In Thou dark stormy Night
All alone in the night
All alone with my own fright
A lightning strikes, runs across the dead black sky
I am alone
but I wonder, why?
In Thou dark stormy night
In Thou dark stormy night
I call your name with all my might
All alone hanging in the night
My arms are sore, my soul is light
I hear the thunder, in the cloudy black sky
I am scared
but I don't know, why?
In Thou dark stormy night
in Thou dark stormy night
I call your name with all my might
Inside Your house in the night
Calling Your name with all my might
Father! Father! Why have you forsaken me?
'You must die so my people can be free.'
In Thou dark stormy night
In Thou dark stormy night
Jesus drew his final breath
Saving us all from our own eternal death
poem by Summer Song
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I'll Write You A Poem
I’ll write you a poem
Which will by the day remind you
That I’m still lurking around
As a good friend who’s always true
I’ll write you a poem
About friendships that fickle
About friends like fiends
So that you’ll remember I
With radiance like a star up in the sky
I’ll write you a poem
Of my longings and want
Which by the day makes me hurt
Bleeding black blood
Shedding tearless tears
How inside they flow
Because we’ve refused to water
What earlier we had sown
I’ll write you a poem
That will forever remind you
That as you are needed elsewhere
I need you too
But now please, allow me
To sip from my cup of coffee
poem by by unknown author
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Real Friends Are There Anyway!
True friend are there anyway
At the happy summer day
At the stormy gloomy day
When its cold winter day
While everyone around desert your ways
But true friends will be right there
Behind, beside, Infront,, next you are always they
Whenever you'll look you'll find them there
Even If they're somehow far away
With their prayers they'll watch your ways
Near or far away with the soul they'll be always near
You get the feeling that they're just a breath away
When you're angry destroyed they will be there to protect you even from yourself
The real friend is the one who can see
How you feel inside more than you can feel.
That's why they're called real friends.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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