Heart's Day
we went on a picnic to the beach
with samsam, a local dog,
pret, my poodle, kuting, my japanese spitz,
bonbon, our dachshund
emma, my wife brought her favorite househelp named tatang,
marinel and gina, her friends cooked the potatoes
and prepared the sushi
jasmine rice that looked like tiny pearls
and pork barbecue
pret, my loyal poodle went with me walking
while kuting and bonbon played on the grass
barking and chasing some teasing finches
the air is cool
the sun not so bright at ten a.m.
clouds hang like soaked cottons
the sea is crystal clear like a mirror
the corals are visible
with some stone fishes
emma snored while asleep
and tatang excused herself to take a view of the place
i took my plunge alone in that crystal sea: splash!
it is a beautiful life
and on this day of the hearts
i can hear mine singing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Pretty Girl Is Like A Melody
I HAVE AN EAR FOR MU-SIC, AND I HAVE AN EYE FOR A MAID.
I LIKE A PRET-TY GIRL-IE, WITH EACH PRET-TY TUNE THAT'S PLAYED.
THEY GO TO-GETH-ER, LIKE SUN-NY WEATH-ER GOES WITH THE MONTH OF MAY.
I'VE STUD-IED GIRLS AND MU-SIC, SO I'M QUAL-I-FIED TO SAY
Chorus
A PRET-TY GIRL IS LIKE A MEL-O-DY THAT HAUNTS YOU NIGHT AND DAY,
JUST LIKE THE STRAIN OF A HAUNT-ING RE-FRAIN,
SHE'LL START UP-ON A MAR-A-THON AND RUN A-ROUND YOUR BRAIN.
YOU CAN'T ES- CAPE SHE'S IN YOUR MEM-O-RY. BY MORN-ING NIGHT AND NOON.
SHE WILL LEAVE YOU AND THEN COME BACK A-GAIN,
A PRET-TY GIRL IS JUST LIKE A PRET-TY TUNE
song performed by by Irving Berlin
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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How Many Grains Of Sand Are There On The Beach?
we are on the beach
it is a very bright and warm day
the coconut leaves are cooling us
the shade is comforting
the sands so white
the sea is crystal blue
the sea gulls are singing
colored fishes come up from time to time
hiding in the corals
if you want to know how many grains of white sands
are there on this beach
begin the count
for the meantime
we are taking our much needed plunge
we leave you for a while
enjoy yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Watch You From the Window When You Pick Up Poodle Doo
Is that your moody poodle,
You feed heated noodles to...
When I see you,
Rushing home from school?
I want to say to you,
That I could walk your poodle too.
And scoop up all that poo poo just for you.
I watch you from the window,
When you pick up poodle doo!
I imagine if I helped out...
You would not have to rush from school?
To noodle up your poodle.
Then pick up poodle doo.
Is that your moody poodle,
You feed heated noodles to...
When I see you,
Rushing home from school?
I want to say to you,
That I could walk your poodle too.
And scoop up all that poo poo just for you.
If you had a cat,
You wouldn't have to do that.
You would have so much free time.
I had a cat but he got fat...
And died when I chased him,
With a turkey butt he swallowed...
I was thawing.
For some greens I was going to buy!
He was the only cat I had,
That did not have nine lives!
I watch you from the window,
When you pick up poodle doo!
I imagine if I helped out...
You would not have to rush from school?
To noodle up your poodle.
Then pick up poodle doo.
I will do that,
If you want me to?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Changes Of The Times
when we took vacations in your place my dear cousins we brought you lots of
things: sacks of bananas, another sacks of camote, sacks of rice and
some fruits from our farm in zamboanga
that was in the late 70s when we truly missed each other and you cooked our bananas and camote and rice and you drank the juice and licked the pulp of our fruits
and you my dear cousins
in returning our kindness
you also treated us for a picnic in the nearby river where
there were still lots of fishes and big rocks and crystal clear waters where the wild ducks sometimes land to drink and rest and then fly in flocks
where the myth of the beautiful mermaid and her human lover on a forbidden tryst continue their madness
on a full mooned night
and we listen and someting magical still rings
like a longing in our hearts
we told lots of stories and time ran so quickly without notice
there was no delay at all, no boring moment
we simply ate and drank and sang some songs
we surely missed each other
on those abundant times
but my dear cousins, times have changed, kindness now not given and if given is not returned
you have been too busy and we too have been too busy too
looking for ways
to survive these hard times
we do not visit your place again, neither you visit us too,
i heard the news that the river in your place has dried and all the fishes there die
and the mermaid story was no longer told as no one wants to listen to myths
and no one believes anymore about fantasies
and giving and being kind
has become a waste of time
and i no longer hear the excitement of the word
'cousin' anymore
i have seen the changes, and let me tell you,
i do not blame anyone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pret
pret my dog is happy
doesn't milk her puppy
she lets them die
and does not lie
pret my dog not a rodent
uncaring and independent
she kills her puppies
and lives like the hippies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Is Passion / U Have to Sing It to Get It
love is passon love is true
love need to come and find you
whenever i'm on a walk i want to scream
and sout its another
lovely day in the naberhood
in the naboerhood
in the naboerhood
its another lovely day in the naborhood
in the naborhood
in the naborhood
its another lovely day in the naberhooooooooood
of paso rubles californa ooh yaaaaaaaaa
i want to come and hang it with my friends and me
with my friends and me
with my friends and me
i want to come and hang it with my friends and me
with my friends and me
with my friends and me
i want to come and hang it with my friends and meeeeeeee
have a picnic by the ocean shore i wan't it to be just me and you
just me and you
just me and you
have a picnic by the ocean shore i wan't it to be just me and you
just me and you
just me and you
have a picnic by the ocean shore i wan't it to be just me and yoooouuuu
its another lovely day by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
its another lovely day by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
by the beach and shore
its another lovely day by the beach and shooooorrrreee
of morrow bay
its a good life with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
its a good life with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
with my best friends and me
its a good life with my best friends and meeeeeeeeee
ooooooohhhhhhh yaaahhh
ok lets go its another lovely daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy! !
in the naboerhoooooooooooooooooood yah
by the way u have to sing it to get it ok thanks
poem by Valya Madden
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Take Me Home
Theres no place I call height, theres no way in a mean street,
Theres no high, low or medium, theres no little be.
So do your searching, until youre down, then realise, youre on your home ground
(echo off)
Sitting in a white room, dreaming of a life, (emma)
You have got me thinking, what is paradise. (emma)
Should I take an ocean drive, cooling from the sun, (emma)
Silver screen got me thinkin this is how it should be done. (emma)
Take me home, theres no place Id a rather be now, yeah,
Take me home, theres no place Id a rather be now, yeah.
Stand together alone, not knowing who you are, (emma)
Friendly strangely strangely friendly, would you keep me warm? (emma)
Would you keep me warm? you now, you could be your paradise,
Talk and keep me warm (emma), you could have youre own dream life,
Step into your comfort side, comfort side.
Take me home, theres no place Id a rather be now, yeah,
Take me home, theres no place Id a rather be now, yeah.
(echo next 4 lines in background (emma) )
There nobody to take me home, cause Im here, yes where I belong,
Im nearly, cause Im on my way, at my home it will always stay.
There nobody to take me home, cause Im here, yes where I belong,
Im nearly, cause Im on my way, at my home it will always stay.
So all thats free falling falls, hangs, out of time,
Youve got yours, Ive got mine, should all this be so precious?
Maybe I should be a little humble? slate of fear, cause I could stumble.
So do your searching until your down, cause your on home ground.
(echo off)
(continuous echo: take take take take me home, take take take me home..(emma) )
Take me home, theres no place Id a rather be now, yeah
Take me home, theres no place Id a rather be now, yeah
(repeat last 2 lines x3 and fade )
song performed by by Geri Halliwell
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Emma Squeekmire
A childhood friend named Emma Squeekmire
Was a mean little girl who liked playing with fire
One day Emma set our Grade School ablaze
With gasoline, a match and a jar of mayonnaise
It was clear her brain had gone severely haywire
(ROTMS)
poem by Ray Lucero
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A Dog's Nightmare
even dogs
dream, and the
reverse is true too
they have nightmares
this white poodle
under my feet
is barking
while asleep
and too surprising
when it coughs
it takes the
sound
of sadness....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crystal Clear
How do you feel now? I want to know
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water, I can see your face
How do you feel know? I want to know
Does your love burn like a summer's day
Or is it still on hold in an ice cube tray?
Clear as crystal
How do you feel now? I want to know
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water? I can see your face
Winter has passed now, did you ever know?
Is your love forming like the springtime
Or is it still a snowdrop in the snow so fine?
Clear as crystal
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In a glass of water, you can see your face
How do you feel know, I want to know
Now I can see you so crystal clear
Crystal clear
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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By The Sea
the sea is crystal clear
the seagulls mirror
what they have on their feathers
the fishes too transparent
the feast starts
predator prey
on a very clear day
that is life in peace
someone has to eat
and someone is eaten
like us in love, we prey
on weakness
all strengths and wisdom
all forgotten
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Outlets
Splatter
Splash
A single droplet
Glistens
Splatter
Splash
It slowly runs
Down
Splatter
Splash
The gentle kiss of
Cool metal
Splatter
Splash
Nipping at the
Skin
Splatter
Splash
A network of
Webs
Splatter
Splash
A beautiful pattern
Turning red
Splatter
Splash
Hidden in the
Fabric
Splatter
Splash
Reinf orced
By the grin
Splatter
Splash
Walking on
Nothing's wrong
Splatter
Splash
Only everything
Is
poem by Autumn Winds
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Emma Rose
Sweet tiny Emma Rose
lying there in silent repose.
You've come to grace the lives of all
who see you as they come to call.
Ebony hair and white porcelain skin
fits perfectly the body you're in.
Did you know the effect you'd bring
making everyone's heart just sing?
A lullaby of sweet delight
to keep you at peace on every night.
Skin as smooth as silk and cream,
to see you is to view a picture in a dream.
Sweet tiny Emma Rose
All will watch as she grows
into a beauty as glorious as the flower
from which she got her name.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hidden Reflection
Walking up to a crystal clear mirror
Someone else appears to be looking at me
Who has been with me ever since I can remember
The mirror I look at shows the outside
Why can't I see the inside of myself
A person I haven't even met before
If I look deep enough into the mirror
Maybe I will see the person inside
Who helps guide me through my life
poem by Sarah Bruun
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See You Later
Say year
Say maybe
Say body
Say remember
Say I wonder
Say nay
Say meet her
Say my
Say mother
Say a year [or: I hear]
Say high
You
Noise
Abc - a note to us
Pour le pret-a-porter
Pour le pret-a-manger
Pour le pret-a-boire
Pour le pret-a-penser
Renseignments au 93 (93), poste lopn par ligne digitale
Les noms figurent dans la liste par arrondissement
Et pourtant je ne suis pas sur
Et pourtant je ne suis pas sur
[interlude]
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Parce que jaime bien la musique
Parce que je trouve bien les instruments
Parce quil y a beaucoup de boutons
Et que jaimerais bien jouer du piano
Yes, a sin city, its a much sin city
Yes, a sin city, its a much sin city
Yes, a sin city, its a much sin city
Yes, a sin city, its a much sin city
Yes, a sin city, its a much sin city
Yes, a sin city, its a much sin city
Yes
Puisquau font
Ce nest pas si loin daller tres loin
Puisquau font
Ce nest pas si loin daller tres loin
Puisquau font
Ce nest pas si loin daller tres loin
Puisquau font
See you later
See yoy later
Ce nest pas si loin daller tres loin
Puisquau font
Ce nest pas si loin daller tres loin
See you later
Puisquau font
Ce nest pas si loin daller tres loin
Puisquau font
Ce nest pas si loin daller tres loin
Ou font sais pas
Parceque au font cest pas loisir
See you later
Living or not living
The question I cant ask you
Living or not living
After many many years
See you later
See you later
See you later
See you later
See you later
See you later
See you later
song performed by by Vangelis
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Gaze Into The Crystal
Gaze into the crystal
and tell me what you see within.
Is my future rosy,
will I have many friends?
Look into the crystal;
pray tell me what you see for me.
Am I going to be rich,
or am I to remain poor.
Will I be loved always
or is it just a dream?
Gaze into the crystal
and tell me what you see.
Look into the crystal
I beg you please.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Forest Sprite
There was a little fairy
Sat beneath a tree -
Humming to her tiny self
A haunting melody;
Just a little tinkle
Was all that I could hear
Floating on the evening breeze
High and crystal clear;
Surrounded by a rainbow,
Sparkles lit the air -
Tiny wings did flutter
Sprinkling gold dust in her hair;
A tiny little forest sprite
Had slipped the bonds of space,
Perhaps a mere imagined thought
Had brought her to this place;
How sweet the sound she echoed
Within this forest spot -
Though I had never seen a sprite
Her image now I caught;
This tiny little fairy
Sat beneath a tree -
Humming to her tiny self
A haunting melody.
Mirroring
I looked through the mirrors
And saw my reflection
What I saw was darkness and suffering
It could chase any bright life away.
I looked through the mirror of death
And saw myself burning in hell
Screaming out in sweet torment
Enjoying this immortal condemn.
I looked through the mirror of hate
And saw myself taunting my enemies
I enjoyed my foes pain and smile in shame.
I looked through the mirror of happiness
And saw myself in love; Laughter filled my face with these
With these wrongful feelings.
I looked through the mirror of envy
And saw myself resentencing my friends
Cracking their hearts open with my words.
I looked through the mirror of fears
And saw myself hiding under a hollow tree,
Not even He could shelter me.
I looked through mirror of sorrow
And saw myself buried in pain,
Having a knife at my wrist,
Ready to end this game
poem by C.F Francis
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Disney's Cruella
Emma Stone, Mark Strong, Emma Thompson, Paul Walter Hauser, Emily Beecham, Joel Fry, Kirby Howell-Baptiste, Jamie Demetriou, John McCrea
from Disney's Cruella (2021)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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A Rural View Of My Village
today the women wearing buri hats are planting rice
on the muddy rice fields of Katipunan
the sun is up
the petals of white flowers are
still holding on to their dews
the finches are flying low
and hovering on the grass
the buffaloes are grazing on the field
the children are chasing chickens
and playing with the dogs
the amor secos are growing wild still uncut
as the some men are singing songs with their old guitars
a wooden sled filled with wood is hauled by a big spotted cow
the path is covered with stones that grate their sounds in the open air....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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