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Guests

we try to blend
to the colors of the guests
their perfume
and laughter

sooner the blend dissolves
in discordance
we become overcrowded
in thoughts like an overloaded boat
their perfumes bring
the foul smell of pretenses
and their laughter simply
does not synchronize
with our grief

we wait forward to the last day
of their stay
and when they leave we ponder
that this must not be repeated again

we are better left alone
in our sorrow
the guests cannot understand
we are disturbed
perturbed and molested

there are hotels anyway
where they can just throw their dirt
leave the linens unfolded
chairs scattered on the row
water from the faucet
left open

there will be no murmurs that
at times
all these familiarities breed nothing but
contempt

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blend, Do Not End

Blend. Sip your coffee.You blend to the colors
Of this room. Smell like a morning perfume of
Small red roses. Open palms. No collarbones.

Blend. Take your time. Familiar faces and freckled
Dreams. Blend, bend.

For God's sake, do not end.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From The Banks Of Ganga: VIII

A hard rock my support
Against the rapid flow

Broken pieces of sun
As Ganga moved at her will
The green hills
Caressing the sky
Ganga caressing the foot of the hills

Sky
Earth
Water
Fire
Air
Blend to blend me
In them
Leave me,
Leave me to the sky!
Leave me,
Leave me to the earth!
Leave me,
Leave me to the wind
Leave me,
Leave me to the fire
Leave me,
Leave me with Ganga!
I urged and urged

Ganga flowed through me!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Blend

blend, how did i ever use that word in my life?

blend with the people i work with, dissolve in their ordinariness
so i cannot be noticed anymore
i wear the same clothes, same brand and even same color to blend
with all of them, and so i am in, not a deviant, not an opposition
not a rebel but a supporter of their cause

blend with the crowd like cuts of carrots and apples and melons
in a blender and nothing is identifiable in that concoction
blend and blend and blend myself with the world and this universe
escape from my uniqueness betray my individuality

as all creeks and rivers all flow to the sea as one entity
away from loneliness, losing myself my thoughts

the I surrendering to the we, the coward one,
blending, and now there is no one, yet why this poetry apart from you?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life is water

Life is water
flowing in river of time.
It will scatter around
if no banks of discipline.

Some times flows smooth,
some times strikes with rocks,
shallow and deeper some times,
some times sloping fast.

Changes its color at places
in colors of love and laughter
happiness and sorrow
hate, anger and desire

Flowing it would contain
shells of the pearls;
while stagnant it would rot
and spread foul smell.

Stream of life never stops
whatever obstacles come;
continues to flow
until merges into the ocean.

(C) S. D. Tiwari
sdtiwari1@gmail(dot) com

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Poem On A Sunday #1

nothing is really useless.
even those who only wait, has that function.
waiting.
and it is a sacrifice, just imagine
you, at the train station,
wanting to leave and be somewhere else,
yet you do what you are assigned to
do that whole week,

waiting. It saddens me.
I tremble to some extent.

Like a heavy thud
of impatient feet, throwing away the shoes
that serve no purpose.

on the other hand, i assure you,
everything has a purpose.
the cup, the saucer, the teaspoon
and the white
sugar & the coffee,
they blend and you take your day
sipping.

in your world,
there are lapses, something glitches
you see slipping moments,
and you sigh.

ah, do not worry,
they also do what you are supposed to do,
they serve us &
you serve them

a bowl of cherries, a can of laughter,
a nugget of wisdom,
and time

this time, we note what ponder can do,
what blankness can paint
what seeds can sorrow grow?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Leave Me Alone

As for this song
Ill set the mood
Theres nothing wrong
Prefer solitude
Alone to think
Of what I dont know
The deeper I sink
The further Ill go
Nothing to fear
No need to hide
Im already there
Came in from outside
Safe in my nest
Home sweet home
No invited guests
I want to be alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I wish you would
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I just want to be alone
Its better this way
No one will get hurt
If you stay away
I wont lose my shirt
If I have become
Too defensive
Im not the one
You have to live with
Chorus
I want to be, I want to be
I want to be, alone
Dont feel sorry
Its not your concern
Only the lonely
Are the ones who get burned
Safe in my nest
Home sweet home
No invited guests
I want to be alone

song performed by by Extreme
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A Formula

loneliness that dissolves
in a glass of smile
sadness that fades
in the lights of your laughter
sorrows that leave a space
of rising hope

grief that does not stay long
lament not overwhelming
a contentment that knows
what is the meaning of quiet

self that knows the place
beyond the self
up there, a finger points
to heaven

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where Did The Echo Of Laughter Go

My mind, and thoughts float
all in darkness these days.
I do not have any ambition
left in me.

My mind slumbers the days
away.
I've been disconsolate
for so long.

God give me the will
to drag these old
bones from this bed.

I want to unlock and open
that window,
to life, and laughter.
once again.

I want and need to feel
alive again.

People use to say
I was funny.
Where did the echo
of my laughter go?

I use to think laughter
was part of life.I use
to laugh at a funny
joke.

lugubrious is not
what I want now
in life.

My window is only
open to laughter
and blue sky.
now.

poem by Gayle Anne Goff
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I Hear The Laughter

Writers: leo sayer & johnny vastano
Listning to the falling rain
Always seems to bring her back again
I can remember like it was yesterday
Sound of her voice, her look upon her face
Like children playing childrens games
We joked and laughed at evry passing day
Im so much older, things have changed
Ive realized that now its just too late
I hear the laughter echoin through my brain
I hear the laughter then Im alone again
I tried to forget her heaven knows
Seems theres no direction left to go
I can remember like it was yesterday
I hear the laughter then Im alone again
Im alone again, alone again
I wish that I could hold you now
I wish that I could turn this all around
Its just my foolish fantasy
But that wont bring your sweet love back to me
I hear the laughter, somebody called my name
I hear the laughter and I can feel the pain
I hear the laughter echoing through my brain
I hear the laughter then Im alone again
I hear the laughter, I hear the laughter

song performed by by Leo Sayer
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A Mantle Pride

savage emptied the face, showing dirt that
keep a pride and twisted as it roasted
in a cylinder with free

eaten yet happy, feast for a coming day
place in the gray storage waiting to be open
and be display

worth leave nothing than a smell of sour
perfume, with no complaint the whole day
becomes common hour to stay

oh! come for just a moment, ride in a mantle
that made you safe and sleep, set yourself
as you leave today with me

poem by Antonio Liao
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4. Its Crackers

Twenty four gold Christmas crackers
Wrapped with a pretty red bow
Placed on the table for Christmas
To brighten things up don’t you know

All guests get seated together
With comments on such a fine spread
But should they pull crackers to start with
Or leave them till later instead

The children decide for the grown ups
Each one grabs a cracker and pull
Wide eyed they wait for the winners
But crackers were empty not full

Not one single comical riddle
A cheap plastic toy or crepe crown
All twenty four gold Christmas crackers
Left all of my guests with a frown

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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My Color Of Holi

Let me cup my palms
to gather the petals
of your laughter
that my palms flow ever
with your laughter…

Let me fill my heart
with ripples of
your laughter
that the heart gathers
the floating petals
to smear colors on my cheeks

Absorbing the perfume of
your laughter
Let me offer my
perfumed being
back to you
just for once …

poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta
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Just to 'Hang' In There

We've all seen them rush,
To meet and greet new guests.
With impressions made.
And in fresh dress...
To do their best,
To be the ones addressed.

We've all seen them rush,
To meet and greet new guests.
Especially the ones who profess,
To be those righteous.
But disguising their true selves,
As pests who love to gossip.

We've all seen them rush,
To meet and greet new guests.
To get those same guests...
To get upset and leave.
And the actions of those responsible,
Seem as natural as the scenery.
If one is not in constant movement.
And movement is a required necessity.
For anyone who stays around.

And not just to 'hang' in there!
For the purpose to keep this reviewed,
With the same complaints to report...
On a daily basis.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Can Mean Leaving

Have the courage to leave
when the situation demands it
takes strength to leave
And courage to stand it
Though… everybody leaves
sooner or later… one way or the other…
It can sometimes require love to achieve…

Find that someone
who loves you
enough to leave you…forever…
and you will Have found the one
to whom you should never
give reason to
pursue that sad endeavor

Bliss is to hear the words
“I’ll leave you never”
And people oft times stay
Far Too long… in times of bad weather
But sadly…Relationships simply aren’t
…always forever, and only, the only way

poem by David Whalen
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The Garden Party

The bright sun is shining down
On the party guests milling around.
Everyone has gathered on the stripy green lawn,
Which, by the gardener, has recently been shorn.

Garden parties are always such a pleasure.
A lovely way to spend a few hours of leisure.
The guests gather round in small mixed groups.
Periodically, there’s the sound of laughter or whoops.

Some people sit and relax in recliner chairs,
As the soft sound of music fills the balmy air.
The guests are soon engaged in different conversations,
Exchanging a mixture of interesting and trifling information.

With each other, the guests chat and make new friends.
Those who may have previously squabbled make amends.
The ladies wear pretty, summery, floaty dresses.
Sporting a variety of beautifully dressed tresses.

A trestle table covered in a red gingham tablecloth,
Holds a variety of inviting food and drink aloft.
There’s a selection of sandwiches: cheese, tuna and ham,
And fresh scones with clotted cream and strawberry jam.

There’s roast chicken legs, pies and mini sausage rolls,
And salad items are laid out in brightly coloured bowls.
There are cocktail sausages and cubes of cheese on sticks.
Of finger food, there really is quite an eclectic mix.

The ladies, who are on diets, needlessly quibble,
Over whether or not, at the food, they should nibble.
There’s everyone’s favourite drink, Pimms and lemonade,
And, a large pitcher of alcoholic punch, freshly home-made.

At the bottom of the garden, children play by the old oak,
And there’s shrills of laughter, as they all share a joke.
From a tiny tot, there are joyful cries,
As she chases after pretty butterflies.

A toast to their hosts, the guests propose,
As the party finally draws to a close.
It’s been an enjoyable and successful day,
And now, all that is left to do is clear away.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Never Again (The Last Day)

I left it with you, and hope that you have looked after
The portion of my heart responsible for laughter
And smiles-as here, there is none to be had,
No reason for jollity, no cause to be glad!
Tommorow is the first day of the rest of my life-
I will leave 'today' with the rest of my strife-
In the past, where it belongs, and where it shall stay!
I look forward only to 'tomorrow', as my first 'today'!

I do not know what to expect; expectations are lost upon me-
Never again will I be subject to this pain, nor its cost, upon me,
Which has tolled deeply and left me scarred!
Never again shall I let down my guard,
Nor allow the past to haunt me, ever again;
I will never be left vulnerable-no, never again!

-Maurice Harris,23 October 2011

poem by Maurice Harris
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The Sound Of Bye Bye

i feel at the last moment
the weirdness of the situation
time hangs itself
but you never smell the stinking dead hour
you see, i never had that snorkeling
it was too cold
the see blurs the fish
the rain comes heavily

and so i simply sit the whole day
on one of those rattan chairs facing the blue pool of water
beside the purple bougainvillea tree
i can't say i am sad
perhaps i am just too sleepy to remember anything

or perhaps i fall upon a chasm of the hours
and so i never remember the pain
the hours pass gently
it is already five in the afternoon
the boat arrives and
i am taken back
to the place where i do not belong

i keep on moving for motion's sake
no agenda, no place of destination
just an itinerary prepared by someone
who thinks that money must be saved
as i willing throw them all away

the boat sails upon a silvery surface
the boat has an eye
it is simply doing what must be done
under these peculiar circumstances
slicing the water
making the sound of bye byes.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Will Be Left Alone

We are left alone as babies in the cradle,
We are left alone as riders on the saddle,
We are left alone as debtors to the dismay,
We are left alone as candidates to convey.

The parents leave us alone when we are young,
Then we leave them alone when they are old,
When sorrow keeps us alone, it is too sad,
When the lifeless form is left alone, it is not bad.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Boat On The Charles

Boat on the charles
Train on a spur down by the riverside
The doors open wide
Planes in a line just seven miles away
They leave every day
And someones always going south
A guy with a truck here about is going new years eve
Why dont you leave
Why dont I leave
I cant make myself believe
No one really cares for me here
I cant make no sense of this place and I fear
I cant spend another day without hearing from you
Throw my life away and pass my body through into the charles
Boat on the charles
Bird on a wire outside my window pane
Its started to rain
Buses in line just seven blocks away
They leave every day
And someones always asking me why I cant seem
To make myself see
That you wont answer me
Why dont you leave
Why dont I leave
How many times can a man be told
How many times before I lose control
I dont give a damn for my immortal soul
Its just about time I let my insides show
So here I go

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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The Guests

One by one, the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few
And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh love I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh . . . I need you now
And those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
And welcome, welcome cries a voice
Let all my guests come in.
And no one knows where the night is going ...
And all go stumbling through that house
In lonely secrecy
Saying do reveal yourself
Or why has thou forsaken me?
And no one knows where the night is going ...
All at once the torches flare
The inner door flies open
One by one they enter there
In every style of passion
And no one knows where the night is going ...
And here they take their sweet repast
While house and grounds dissolve
And one by one the guests are cast
Beyond the garden wall
And no one knows where the night is going ...
Those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
Those who earnestly are lost
Are lost and lost again
And no one knows where the night is going ...
One by the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The broken-hearted many
The open-hearted few
And no one knows where the night is going ...

song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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