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How Can You Be Lonely?

hear the sounds of footsteps

the ants are moving
pulling their catch
for the day

your cornflake
is tasty,

a spill of milk on
the floor

a lizard comes
down
to drink what
you wasted

a dragonfly
is lost and whirls
around the
flourescent bulb.

turn it off
it is 6 o'clock

there is no
more shadow

there are rays
of light
wanting to
enter the shutters
and the blinds

open them
turn off the light

welcome
this new morning

there is no more
reason to be
lonely

write it. I am
reborn.

write it. I am
a child of God.
I am a happy
child of God.

write it. I am
ready. I am going.

now. Go, go. go.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Do I Write

I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go

I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain

At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down

I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it

I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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the new light has come from on my jalousie windows

the first thing i do in the morning is write my new poem
borne of the night
too weary to dream
but this poem keeps on stalking
always wanting to be written

write,
stare to space and let that stare linger for a while
like gathering some dust in air
or spraying the air with your shower of thoughts
speak
to yourself
like reminding yourself with words that have become too unfamiliar
because they are not spoken
words too get impatient and jealous
because of unuse
and furious too because of abuse
words too have lives of their own
and even feelings of their own
so you are telling me

be cautious be too patient and considerate
be compassionate
be strong
be happy be prayerful

i write the words again
on the positive side of things
the happier
hopeful categories

i open some shutters
slide some thoughts
inser my gaze and
spread some scrutinies

i am seeing a new light
from the jalousies

it is the soft morning light
and i really like it

i stand still and look
above this room
down to the things
below me

i see people moving
wearing the uniform
to their offices
they go

i almost forget,
it is a working day also for me.
the morning light has enticed me again,
i repeat, my friend, i still like it

here.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The New Light Has Come From On My Jalousie Windows

the first thing i do in the morning is write my new poem
borne of the night
too weary to dream
but this poem keeps on stalking
always wanting to be written

be cautious be too patient and considerate
be compassionate
be strong
be happy be prayerful

i write the words again
on the positive side of things
the happier
hopeful categories

i open some shutters
slide some thoughts
inser my gaze and
spread some scrutinies

i am seeing a new light
from the jalousies

it is the soft morning light
and i really like it

i stand still and look
above this room
down to the things
below me

i see people moving
wearing the uniform
to their offices
they go

i almost forget,
it is a working day also for me.
the morning light has enticed me again,
i repeat, my friend, i still like it

here.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Why I Write?

I write poems for myself and I write for the readers
I write for the masses and I write for the leaders
I write to imprint my thoughts in people's mind
I write to make the bad guys helpful and kind
I write to light up our path to Great God
I write for everyone home and abroad
I write to preserve values new and old
I write to make my ink precious like gold
I write for peace and I write for progress
I write to make the world a better place
All major issues I want to address
I write to see smile on God's face

poem by Asif Andalib
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I Write And Cannot Write

I write and cannot write-
I dream and cannot dream-
I hope and cannot hope-
I am lost and more lost,
Sad and more sad
Why?

The light of this world
Will one day cease to shine
For all of us-
Nothing I do or you do
Will change this.

I write and cannot write-
I am sad too much-
Life goes on-
Soon I will go out the door
To morning prayer-
There is still light,
But the days are growing shorter.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Why I Write?

My child you ask me why

And so I give a sure reply

The reason why I write you ask?

I do so to unveil a mask -

To state a claim my dear

And dry these noble tears at last

The reason why I write

Is to be free -

As that young lad's kite

To flee from charmless grips

And stray from harm's lustful flight

You ask me why I write today?

I do so that you go away!

To a place, within my space

That way I'll have a worthy say

I write my dear to tell a tale

Of places that I once had sailed

The promises that were never had

The eluded dreams that made me sad

The reason why I write a verse

Is to soothe this soul I thought was cursed

To trod with care through lonely roads

And pray my troubles be reversed

The reason why I write to you

Is so you ‘ll see my point of view

That in all things, there is a verse

A spring that takes away all thirst

poem by Godfrey Morris
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Darkness

In darkness
Where my dreams are all too clear
Darkness, darkness
Filled with all the sounds of fear
I hear voices (dont turn out the light)
Calling faraway
I see shadows (dont turn out the light)
Moving, changing shape
And the clock stops
As darkness closes in
I hesitate but its too late
I scream and scream again
I hear colours black and red
I see sounds that fill my head
Ill never read those books again
In darkness
Where my dreams are all too clear
Darkness, darkness
Filled with all the sounds of fear
I hear voices (dont turn out the light)
Calling faraway
I see shadows (dont turn out the light)
Moving, changing shape
Dont turn out the light (dont turn out the light)
Or Ill go over the edge
Dont turn out the light (dont turn out the light)
Or Ill go over the edge
In darkness
Where my dreams are all too clear
Darkness, darkness
Filled with all the sounds of fear
I hear voices (dont turn out the light)
Calling faraway
I see shadows (dont turn out the light)
Moving, changing shape
I hear voices (dont turn out the light)
Calling faraway
I see shadows (dont turn out the light)
Moving, changing shape

song performed by by Human League
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I Don't Write Because I Can

I don’t write because I can
I don’t write because I’m told to
I write because when the day is done
I know it’s a friend I can turn to

It’s a friend who always laughs
And it’s a friend who will always care
And better yet I’ll always know
It’s a friend who will always be there

We’ve together faced rough times
and eventually older I grew
But when I get a pen and paper
we both feel as good as new

So I don’t write because I can
and I don’t write because I’m told to
I write because when I’m lost and alone
I know an old friend will help me though

poem by Lauren Saari
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Write Poem

Write write write
And write poem and write
Till you cross the poem
And to cross the poem
You have to write and write
And write.

Look,
Child is here
Moon is here
Look
Here is flower
Here is water
You are here
To write poem
On different color
That give you pleasure
Pleasure is the
Ultimate aim of creature.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Questions

Write me what you're wearing! Is it warm?
Write me how you lie! Do you lie there softly?
Write me how you look! Is it still the same?
Write me what you're missing! Is it my arm?

Write me how you are! Have you been spared?
Write me what they're doing! Do you have enough courage?
Write me what you're doing! Is it good?
Write me, who are you thinking of? Is it me?

Freely, I've given you only my questions.
And I hear the answers, how they fall.
When you're tired, I can't carry it for you.

If you're hungry, I have nothing for you to eat.
And so now I leave the world
No longer there, as if I've forgotten you.

poem by Bertolt Brecht
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I Write And Write And Write And Write

I WRITE AND WRITE AND WRITE AND WRITE

I write and write and write and write
I write and write and write and write
I write.
And all this writing and all these words and all I am
Forever unheard.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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What I want to write

What I want to write
I could not write.

I could not write
Tiger tiger cat cat
And the difference they behaved.
I could not write
The sky and its fall
On our forehead.

What I want to write
I could not write.

I write how I loved
How flower blosom
How fruit ripe
How stream flow.

I could not know
How I write
And I write
What I want to write
I could not write.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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