Grasp And Grapple...
upon a piece of old
rosewood
the hand keeps its
grasp
grappling for a hold
to prevent the
fatal fall
darkness surrounds
the grappling
continues
the man in me
must live
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Well, clearly, for me in the immediate future, it is grappling, like so many other governors are grappling, with the economic woes of these states. We were all hoping to see some federal relief.
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The Misery That Seeks More Company
when failures
fall down
they decide not to rise
from the place of
their perdition
from where they fall
hardly surviving
on hands grappling
and breaths grasping
they simply sit there
silently
looking for
more of their kin and kind
like some kind of
bus passengers waiting
for their trip
to nowhere
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hope Of Deliverance
I will always be hoping, hoping.
You will always be holding, holding
My heart in your hand. I will understand.
I will understand someday, one day.
You will understand always,
Always from now until then.
When it will be right, I dont know.
What it will be like, I dont know.
We live in hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us.
Hope of deliverance, hope of deliverance.
Hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us.
And I wouldnt mind knowing, knowing
That you wouldnt mind going, going along with my plan.
When it will be right, I dont know.
What it will be like, I dont know.
We live in hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us.
Hope of deliverance, hope of deliverance.
Hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us.
Hope of deliverance, hope of deliverance.
Hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us.
Hope of deliverance, hope of deliverance.
Hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us.
Hope of deliverance, hope of deliverance.
Hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Oh Darlin
Before we met there must have been some others
Like storybook and fairy tale lovers
But in my life theres never been another
So perfect lover
Oh ho darlin
Now that Ive found you
Its like a missing piece of puzzle has appeared
And now my darlin
My love surrounds you
And since you came into my life my love
Perfections never ever been so near
To love and to be loved is so inspiring
And thats why every lovers so desiring
Of the love theyre seeking never retiring
Always aspiring
Love like just like moonlight glowing
Our love keeps growing
Oh ho darlin
Now that Ive found you
Its like a missing piece of puzzle has appeared
And now my darlin
My love surrounds you
And since you came into my life my love
Perfections never ever been so near
Lying here with you in the night
Underneath the heavenly skies
Baby what a beautiful sight
Darlin now hold me, hold me tight
Oh ho darlin
Now that Ive found you
Its like a missing piece of puzzle has appeared
And now my darlin
My love surrounds you
And since you came into my life my love
Perfections never ever been so near
Oh darlin (God only knows)
Now that Ive found you (how I love you ee oo)
Its like a missing piece of puzzle has appeared
And now my darlin (God only knows)
My love surrounds you
And since you came into my life my love
Perfections never ever been so near
Darlin (God only knows)
Found you (how I love you ee ooo)
Darlin (God only knows)
Found you (how I love you ee ooo)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.
quote by James M. Barrie
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Two Of Us Inside A Room Of Fear ....
since i am
grappling in
the dark
and you too
lost inside
this room of
less air
and we are
all alone
trying to figure
out where to
take the
exit
the possibility
is
you may soon
touch me
and i may soon
find you
we are anxious
our fears are like
worms inside
our guts
but if i may soon
hold your hand
and touch your
face and your
body
who knows
if there is a switch
there
where i can
turn on
light
so much light
that will guide us
both
to another
world
find me
who knows i
am a switch myself
who knows
if i also own
light
so much light
untapped
undiscovered
discover me
i am waiting
in fear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So we just hope that all of these governors who are grappling will be able to provide the basic services to our citizens and not have to cut things that really are painful.
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Now a Protestant confronting a Catholic ghost is exactly Shakespeare's way of grappling with what was not simply a general social problem but one lived out in his own life.
quote by Stephen Greenblatt
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I stand puzzled
Jail was land of my sojourn
for a decade
Now out of it all
building my life anew
I meet you dear woman, woman of the green breeze
Your mom is so illogical, thoughtless and heartless.
she pours a bucketful of human excrement
on my face, and expects to hold
the child of my blood in her arms
calling him her grandson
I am left grappling
with tremors of prejudice.
poem by Tshifhiwa Given Mukwevho
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We are personalities in the making, limited, and grappling with things too high for us. Obviously we, at very best, will make many mistakes, but these mistakes need not be sins.
quote by E. Stanley Jones
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Monologue #4
the market is your hiding place.
you buy everything. Leaves. Roots.
buds.
the vendors please you.
the prices are haggling. you love it.
i write.
the words, letters, phrases are my
safe-houses.
i am all too exposed to darkness
look at the color of my skin.
bruised blue.
i wonder if i can be under the sun this morning.
what happens to my bones?
they are turning into powder.
nothing holds my flesh
my nerves are scattered like powdered pepper.
i like to blind you and make you sneeze
perhaps, you will know that i exist now?
i don't exist. i live.
do you know the difference?
you live in the shallow waters. you have all your fun.
i am inside the deep ocean
grappling for breath.
i pray to God to turn me into a whale.
i like to live a hundred more years and be in
every continent.
In my own way of mystifying
beautifying
loneliness.
you have arrived finally with a basket of vegetables.
the room smells like a salad of broccoli and radish and
and lettuce.
i am a letter under the cover of a poem.
you are angry.
and you do not look for me.
i will be in a coffeehouse tonight and they will find me.
they will read.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reinventing Absence
absence
reinvented
i must remember its face first
before i can go on
with the restructuring
i am looking for it
it is not there yet
i grappling with a lot of presences
soft and twisted
gnarled and whorled
and dumped
and pliant
i want to touch it again
despite the pain
it is not here yet
it is far and dark and
uncertain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm still grappling with all the things most people resolve by the time they're 35. Maybe that's why I make music that is relevant to young people. I'm emotionally stuck at the age of 13.
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Leaving An Old Love
that last night
together our fingers entwine
i keep your love inside my hands
like i am grappling to hold on to some stone
it is inside my heart
when i leave bound for home
at twilight
you go
you keep yourself
to your freedom
you go alone
where your heart takes you
that last embrace
i leave all that is valuable to myself
on your shoulder
i leave some tears on
the white blankets
as souvenirs
i will be back in the house
where i am alone again
inside the car
i am weeping because i know that this time
you mean it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Taste
it is a matter of taste
years of bitterness
cannot teach you
in a day what sweetness is
years of searching
cannot give you an hour
of a solution to the problems
you are grappling with
you mellow down through the years
what tastes so sweet to them
in your discriminating expertise
is never sweet to you
you keep a glass of your favorite concoction
the one that makes you live
she takes the courage of taking a sip
her face changes and she vomits
what makes you live is always
the exquisite taste of bitterness
the one that strengthens your mind
and that makes a lot of difference
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Is What I Really Mean
when i said to the wind
do not enter and try this sordid game
i did not mean that it must go away
and leave me here
struggling for another breath
grappling for something to hold
a pole, a stalk, a twig, a tree
imagining the beauty of the sea and a blue boat
the sun at noon and the moon sickle on the sky
why do you always misunderstand
my quest for reaching something far away from me
like a star so distant from my wishes?
when i said do not enter i mean it
watch me and be with me do not touch me
i am fragile as a new born rat
pink and helpless and so lovely
i should have told you i need you please
stay and sing me again the silence of your dreams
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pearls of Wisdom
SONNET:
Despairing tears shed in the dark - alone.
Hot, round and plump, cascading on cold cheek -
an avalanche for our sins to atone.
Recalling solutions we had to seek.
From every tear shed, grows pearls of wisdom.
An enquiring mind joining in the search.
To hardship we had become accustom'.
Grappling for answers just out of our reach.
We fight for the helm of destination,
over steering on our chosen pathway.
Loosing sight of intended direction,
forgetting to relinquish reigns and pray.
Chances to make a difference - expired
Peace in your heart - soul infinitely tired.
© 2012 Suzette Crous
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From tears shed in the dark
grow pearls of wisdom -
round and plump,
cascading on cold cheeks.
Denying the broken dreams
of long forgotten youth.
Grappling with the guilt
felt over hard decisions made.
An enquiring mind searching
for the elusive truth -
only just out of reach.
Rejecting the answers at hand
and formulating excuses.
Your chance to make a difference
had long ago expired.
You reluctantly accept
the inevitable.
Peace within your heart.
© 2012 Suzette Crous
poem by Suzette Crous
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That Need Is Gone
The need is gone,
For me...
To hold onto,
My past.
That need is gone,
For me...
To hold onto,
My past.
And I,
Once had tried in vain...
To keep everything I knew,
Kept...
In my grasp.
Oh,
The need is gone...
For me,
To hold onto...
My past.
Yes that need is gone,
For me...
To hold onto,
My past.
Memories of people loved,
Would stay with me so fresh.
Dreams I had of them quite often,
Would awaken me...
Out of breath.
And the need is gone,
For me...
To hold onto,
My past.
Yes that need is gone,
For me...
To hold onto,
My past.
And I,
Once had tried in vain...
To keep everything I knew,
Kept...
In my grasp.
I once had tried in vain,
To keep everything remaining...
In,
My grasp!
That need I had was pursued,
To keep...
Everything kept,
In,
My grasp!
That need I had was pursued,
To keep everything I knew kept...
In my grasp,
To last!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poetic Sayings
The best part of reaching a goal
in not attaining the end,
but lies in the grappling and
searching: those hardships you spend.
***
One who finds their destination
also loses their determination.
***
Retirement is not to be comfort, and rest,
but a time for one to be at their own best.
***
The greatest pleasure one can give
is to tell good stories of how they live.
The greatest way to feel old,
is to have your ancient stories told.
***
When the party is over
start planning another.
***
What is love-
but to give a measure above.
***
She gave of her living-
that is loves' way of giving.
poem by S.W. Clark
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It makes sense
When controversy surrounds
and things blow out of proportion
remember,
that tranquility still makes sense
When tension surrounds
and mind gets exhausted
remember,
that patience still makes sense
When mystery surrounds
and logic takes a backseat
remember,
that reality still makes sense
When laughter surrounds
and the vox gets too loud
remember,
that silence still makes sense
When darkness surrounds
and the heart gets out of rhythm
remember,
that hope still makes sense
poem by Deependra Kumar Jha
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