His Burden
early morning she goes out
putting orange juice in a cellophane
without bread or cookie
she sips like a child
she cannot be outdone by him
she walks a kilometer or so
and he would be looking for her
for hours filled with anxiety
then she finds her without her bra
in the marketplace
singing and dancing
the people looking at her with pity
tired she sleeps on one of the benches
and snores aloud
dirt is on her feet and arms
and hair and breasts
he finds her finally
and takes her with his arms back home
where his daughters are waiting
for their mom
his burden is his wife
besieged by the mystical furies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Like It This Time
when the world is so silent
because everyone is fast asleep.
when the night is dark
when all the lights on the street
are turned off
when no one walks his way
back home
because everyone is finally
at home
i like it this time when the wind
stops when the leaves find
no disturbance
when the paths and roads are
finally vacant from feet and cars
and buses
when every car is parked in the garage
when the child sleeps
in her mothers arms sucking her nipple
when the father is beside mother's
body
when sisters hug each other in bed
i like it this time
when the world finally is rested
for i am now awakened from
my sleep
i like it this time when i begin
to write
when what i hear is this
computer machine is buzzing
fanning (sighing)
like my long trip
in the plane.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Corrupt Woman
what i hear this
morning is about the news of her
disorientation
she repeats the names of
those who left her
over and over again
she keeps asking for her
pills
she has aches all over her
body
when she goes to the doctor
the latter finds nothing
wrong
it is the apathy of her soul
the Furies are pulling her hair
and breaking her every bone
bad karma is the knife that slices
every portion of her skin
she will be returned home
now there is no cure
she will speak in ciphers
that she herself cannot understand
there is pain everywhere
but there is no visible wound
she finds no comfort in air
she is grasping for breath
she tears her own clothes
and roams naked in her mansion
her children are asking her
but her answers are dumb.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Twenty Four Hours From Tulsa
(burt bacharach / hal david)
Dearest, darlin
I had to write to say that I wont be home anymore
For something happened to me
As I was driving home
And Im not the same anymore
Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from tulsa
Oh, only one day away from your arms
I saw the welcoming light
And stopped to rest for the night
And that is when I saw him
As I pulled in outside of a small hotel
He was there
And so I walked up to him
Asked where I could get something to eat
And he showed me where
Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from tulsa
Oh, only one day away from your arms
He took me to the cafe
And he asked me if I would stay
I said okay
Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from tulsa
Oh, only one day away from your arms
The jukebox started to play
And nighttime turned into day
As we were dancing closely
All of a sudden I lost control as he held me tight
And then he kissed me, caressed me
Told me he would die before he would let me out of his arms
Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from tulsa
Oh, only one day away from your arms
I hate to do this to you
But Ive found somebody new
What can I do?
And I could never, never, never go home again
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Twenty Four
Twenty four oceans
Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures
Twenty four tries
Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
Twenty four reasons to admit that Im wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong
See I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out
When You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising these twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
But I wan to be one today
Centered and true
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising the dead in me
I want to see miracles, see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You're raising the dead in me
Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts.
I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Summer Home In Your Arms
You take your coat off and throw it on the floor
Night delivers you to my arms once more
You feel so familiar as you get into bed
Cigarette smoke halo around you head
You lean over and kiss me so sweet...
I could lay with you like this for hours...
Hours and hours
Building a summer home in your arms
I kiss you with the languid adiration of slumber
Landin random as lotto numbers
One for each eye
And, oops, one on your nose
And ten for each of your cute little toes
You lean over and kiss me so sweet...
I could lay with you like this for hours...
Hours and hours...
Building a summer home in your arms
Am I crazy, do I talk too much?
Sometimes I think your silence is a crutch
Am I mad, are you married?
Oh jesus this love stuff can sure be scary
But so sweet... so sweet
Here in your arms
Im a bit of a mess and Im gone too much
But when Im away its you I long to touch
And certain things remind me its such a special treat
As these little things that bring you to me
You lean over and kiss me so sweet...
I could lay with you like this for hours...
Hours and hours...
Building a summer home in your arms
Im building a summer home in your arms
Im building a summer home in your arms
Im building a summer home in your arms
Built with all your charms
song performed by by Jewel
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What a Beauty-Full Life
Beauty is in flowers, and the petals
Bathing in the early morning dew
Beauty is in the eyes of a father
When his son takes the first step
Beauty is on the face of a baby,
Sleeping in mother's lap
Beauty is in freedom,
When you fly high on the wings of hope
Beauty is in the expressions of a poor man
When he gets food after eternity
Beauty is in the pride of a teacher
When his student supersedes
Beauty is in the compassion of a devotee
When he finds solace
Beauty is in the innocence of a child
When he asks you questions
Beauty is in the sips of laughter,
You share with your friends
Beauty is in the springs of desire
that arrive after a prolonged autumn
Beauty is in the cry of a woman,
Whose womb succeeds
Beauty is in the silence,
When you don't speak, and you say a lot
Beauty is in the warmth of passion
That builds around the arms of a lover
Beauty is when those small fights,
End with tears of joy
Beauty is when the first raindrop,
Kisses your cheek
Beauty is in perseverance,
When the world's showing off
Beauty is in the enigma,
When everything's certain
Beauty is in a poem,
Where poetry meets prose
Beauty is in little chunks of life,
Filled with joys and sorrows
Beauty is in your eyes,
your heart, and in every single breath
Beauty is when you say,
"What a Beauty-Full Life..."
poem by Piyush Kaushal
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Love Vigilantes
Oh Ive just come
From the land of the sun
From a war that must be won
In the name of truth
With our soldiers so brave
Your freedom we will save
With our rifles and grenades
And some help from god
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
Ive got to go home
Ive been so alone, you see
You just cant believe
The joy I did recieve
When I finally got my leave
And I was going home
Oh I flew through the sky
My convictions could not lie
For my country I would die
And I will see it soon
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
Ive got to go home
Ive been so alone, you see
When I walked through the door
My wife she lay upon the floor
And with tears her eyes were sore
I did not know why
Then I looked into her hand
And I saw the telegram
That said that I was a brave, brave man
But that I was dead
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
Ive got to go home
Ive been so alone, you see
song performed by by New Order
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Back In My Arms Again
They always said that hindsights twenty-twenty
And when it comes to mistakes in love girl Ive got plenty
But the one that sticks out the most in my mind
Is the night I left you standing on the front porch drying
Living for the day I could make it all up to you
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Till youre back in my arms Ill be old lonesome till then
And honey I wont eat and I wont even sleep
Ill be walking these toes off of both of my feet
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Well Im getting to know this old town like never before
Walking every street knocking on every door
Girl wherever you are I want you back
I love you baby and Im sure about that
What ever it takes theres nothing that I wont do
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Till youre back in my arms Ill be old lonesome till then
And honey I wont eat and I wont even sleep
Ill be walking these toes off of both of my feet
Till youlre back in my arms, back in my arms again
I must have been a fool I confess
To ever let you go but I aint gonna rest
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Till youre back in my arms Ill be old lonesome till then
And honey I wont eat and I wont even sleep
Ill be walking these toes off of both of my feet
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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This Christmas Day
Its Christmas again and im here far with you
No gifts to share with just me and myself alone
It’s cold this Christmas and im celebrating it alone
Singing songs alone while gazing on your picture in this room
And in this season of love im sheding a tear just for you
Lying alone in my bed watching kids playing and singing
Hoping you’ll be home this Christmas and be back into my arms
Doesn’t care if there’ll be no gift around, just you by myside is enough
And I’ll be waiting here for you this Christmas
Though I know it’s hopeless, wishing for miracle, hoping for magic
And in this Christmas I’ll be dreaming of you
Remembering the days when you are here with me
God show me your magic, make her turn, make her come home again
Please let me hold her arms in this Christmas
I’m hopelessly wishing and craving only for her this Christmas
And I hope love will win and love will show us the way back into our arms
And I’ll be waiting here at my door for you
Though I know you’re in someone elses arms
I’ll be dreaming and remembering our days
Those day we are smiling and holding each other arms
And if I can find a way to be with you again
I'll just keep on hoping and dreaming
For my love is you, and i'll be doing it again and again
Until you find you way back home this Christmas
poem by Mark Anthony Mendoza
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Miracle
It wont be easy it wont be hard
To find the reason to find the rhyme
To get your feet back on the ground
To get your feet back on the ground
Well be going home
Where the passion
Finds the perfect love
Finds the perfect love
Well be going home
Where the passion
Covers me with love
Covers me with love
It wont be out there it cant be far
Falls like a teardrop to the star
A wall of silence all around
A wall of silence all around
The miracle of love
Blinds me with your charms
The miracle of love
Take me in your arms
song performed by by Erasure
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The Poet Finds....
The poet finds whatever the moon could not see,
The poet finds whatever the earth does not know,
The poet finds whatever the sun could not see,
The poet finds whatever others do not know,
The poet finds whatever the stars could not see,
So why do the heathen rage and the people plot vanity? !
For she who is pregnant is closer to us,
And the hart pants after streams of water.
Your tears have been your food night and day,
And like your inner self in the lan dof your muse;
But the poet finds whatever the sun could not see.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Angel In Your Arms
(terry woodford, clayton ivey, tommy brasfield)
Do you think Im such a fool
To believe everything you say is true
Well that just goes to show
That you really dont know
While youre out painting the town
Do you think Im home just sitting around
Waiting on you
Now whos really the fool
When I first found out I hurt all over
I felt so left out till I got to know her
So I drived away as she got over
And I became just like her
So dont be surprised to find that
The angel in your arms this morning
Is gonna be the devil in someone elses arms tonight
Yes the angel in your arms this morning
Is gonna be the devil in someone elses arms tonight
Whyd you slip around secretly
If you were tired of loving me
Why do you keep holding on
When love was already gone
The time you said you wasnt feeling well
Did you think I couldnt tell
Youve been with someone else
You were only kidding yourself
When I first found out I hurt all over
I felt so left out till I got to know her
So I drived away as she got over
And I became just like her so dont be surprised to find
The angel in your arms this morning
Is gonna be the devil in someone elses arms tonight
Yes the angel in your arms this morning
Is gonna be the devil in someone elses arms tonight
The angel in your arms this morning
Is gonna be the devil in someone elses arms tonight
Yes the angel in your arms this morning
Is gonna be the devil in someone elses arms tonight
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Sleepless In Portsmouth
Two o’clock in the morning,
four hours before I go to work
and I cannot sleep.
My mind is filled with images
that should not really be there.
We are standing in an airport my wife and I
in a different country
looking for faces I hope I might recognise.
There are people all around us,
but those we are looking for
they are not there.
My wife is getting panicky.
We are strangers in a strange land.
For a month, I have had no contact
with those whom we are to meet.
I keep thinking of my friends
and wondering
have they forgotten me?
It is just a dream
I hope that will not turn into reality.
Still I am not tired
no matter what I do.
I close my eyes again,
but still no sleep comes.
Even if I can fall asleep,
the desertion dream comes again.
Nothing wants to make it go away.
Here I sit cigarette in one hand
and a cup of coffee in the other,
sleepless in Portsmouth.
Anxious.
Hoping what I am dreaming
isn’t going to come true.
Excitement some might call it,
but dread is my word for it.
The loss of communication
points to its possibility.
Is what I am dreaming a warning
of my future reality?
My life seems in tatters
and there is nothing I can do.
I am left in a limbo
with so much unsaid
and my torment goes on and on.
While all the time I am saying to myself,
come on David get back to bed.
How can I?
When all I see is nothing
at the other end waiting for me.
I am now beginning to wonder
if this was all a mistake
and what will be waiting for us
when we touch down
after nine and a half hours in the air.
All I can do is pray is someone
will say something to ease the anxiety I am feeling.
In the mean time, I will remain
sleepless in Portsmouth.
15 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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Getting Away From A Responsibility
a child open his arms in Asilo
asking if i can be his father,
without answering him in words
my arms hug him in return
i lift him from the ground and
feel his heart beating unto mine
there is a connection between
two hearts in that thick line of emptiness
between two kinds of loneliness
a child understands it well i think
i didn't
in my age where my hair refuses to
be white
or gray
i am given more options like an ocean
where i am but a very small ship
the child has none
he can only be a bird without wings
drowning at sea
he sleeps and i give him back to the
penguin
oh, i have more places in my heart
less any child
i am a man with so many homes
wanting to be a vagabond again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Empty Arms
Empty arms
That long for you
And they wait
Dear just for you
And these arms
Will stay this way
Till you return
To them someday
Each lonely night
I go to bed
I hug the pillow
Where you used to lay your head
Empty arms
But not for long
Cause my babys coming home
And when he
Walks through the door
These empty arms
Ill have no more
And when he
Walks through that door
These empty arms
Ill have no more
These empty arms
Ill have no more
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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It's All Tears
I'm waiting for you to drown in my love
So open your arms
I'm waiting for you to open your arms
And drown in this love
I'm waiting for you to drown in my love
So open your arms
I'm waiting for you to open your arms
And drown in this love
Open your arms and let me show
you what love can be like
It's all tears and it will be
'til the end of your time
Come closer my love
Will you let me tear your hearth apart?
Now all holp is gone so drown in this love
I'm waiting for you to drown in my love
So open your arms
I'm waiting for you to open your arms
And drown in this love
I'm waiting for you to drown in my love
So open your arms
I'm waiting for you to open your arms
And drown in this love
So my love your laughter is finally
turning into tears
And you're begging for more though
the end is getting near
come closer my love
I'll violate you in the most sensual way...
until you drown in this love
I'm waiting for you to drown in my love
So open your arms
I'm waiting for you to open your arms
And drown in this love
I'm waiting for you to drown in my love
So open your arms
I'm waiting for you to open your arms
And drown in this love
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Gypsy's Wife
And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight
I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right
But whose head is this she's dancing with on the threshing floor
whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more
And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
Where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe
A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee
She says, "My body is the light, my body is the way"
I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet
And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?...
Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove
These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood
And there is no man or woman who can't be touched
But you who come between them will be judged
And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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The Gypsys Wife
And where, where, where is my gypsy wife tonight
Ive heard all the wild reports, they cant be right
But whose head is this shes dancing with on the threshing floor
Whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more
And where, where is my gypsy wife tonight?
Where, where is my gypsy wife tonight?
Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe
A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee
She says, my body is the light, my body is the way
I raise my arm against it all and I catch the brides bouquet
And where, where is my gypsy wife tonight? ...
Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove
These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood
And there is no man or woman who cant be touched
But you who come between them will be judged
And where, where is my gypsy wife tonight? ...
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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PINK and GOLD Ribbons
These are the thoughts as my eyes see
Pink and gold ribbons calling me.
In the early morning rising I run to my window
And peer toward the far horizon
To see ribbons in the sky delighting my eye,
Bands of pink outlining oak and evergreen
This is the prettiest sight I've ever seen.
The pink precedes golden ribbons now appearing
Stretching wider into bands of color nearing
The onset of the sun so big, bright and beautiful
In daily praise and thanksgiving I am dutiful.
On a cloud-filled morning, no sun adorning
I know far above the gray and stormy cloud
Are angels in joyful chorus aloud
Waiting for me to join in their singing
And my own soul finds itself winging
Through the clouds, through pink ribbons
Through golden bands toward the Son
When my earthly life is done
My soul He has won.
Such are the thoughts as my eyes see
Pink and gold ribbons calling me.
© Mel Patterson,1-2-08
poem by Mel Patterson
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Please Come Home
It must have been about a 100 years
At least a hundred years
I wish you would just come back
Just come back home
The day we met feels like 100 years ago
And Im still waiting with my hand right by the telephone
Yeah maybe where you are you cannot make that call
Or you cant find the pen I know its not your fault
CHORUS
My friends think Im insane
Cause I've turned old and gray
And Im still waiting and I cannot be alone
Please come home (please come home)
I watch the clock hands tick my hours turn to days
And I cant fall asleep cause I don't want to miss that ring
I know that this year your car will park outside
But I can't put my arms around the girl who took my life
REPEAT CHORUS
Its been so long
Its been about 100 years
And a million dreams since the last time
Ive seen your pretty face I would do whatever it takes
I would wait another 100 years
And if that didnt work
Maybe Ill try and see what forever feels like
But until then and I know you hear me
And whatever your doing wherever you are please come home
That day we met feels like 100 years ago
And Im still waiting for you
Baby baby wont you please come home
Please come home
Wont you please come home
Please come home
Wont you please come home (Please come home)
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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