How Emptiness Is More Felt
noon time love
after,
sleep creeps
on the
stained white
linens
the hand falls
on the side
of the bed
without her
breasts anymore
thoughts begin
waking up
weaving more
questions on
the ceiling
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Taking Time
i tried to ask myself what are days for
they always equate it with walking and the nights
always with sleep. Some have taken the courage
to redefine the colors.
black need not be dark, and white need
not be waking,
sleep would be pink at times
and twilight blue.
i do most of the thinking at night
when everyone hides in the darkness of their sleep.
there are colors and sounds and scents.
and i begin to love the variations,
the aberrations have become adventures
and no one in the house knows
no one understands what is happening to my
eyelids, my mouth does not speak
and my eyes,
having seen much, have desired days
to be the place for the dead,
the white mausoleums, the scents of the flowers
for the weary.
i sleep and dream at noontime and
nobody is there anymore to
mind. I am alone and i have began to love
this moment.
my day is dark. my night is light.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Don't Really Know When Will This End
this silence
when will this end, this silence between us at noon
a harsh noon, hot and humid, where i burn like a pile of wood in the forest
on a very cold night with you on the other side of the bed
facing the full moon and some shooting stars
this silence between us, when will this end when will the space
between our eyes
resolve the distance of the seasons night and day and summer and rain
i sleep on the bed alone on some scorpion thoughts biting one another
inflicting venoms that numb and even kill
and there you are rocking yourself on a chair making some sleep
like a concoction
of vodka and champagne teasing your eyes filled with tears
the soap on tv is busy with their stories of pain and twist and turns
i pray to end this silence so we can talk and
lay down the final plans
of our earthy longings some demarcations of pain and tolerance and
facts and conclusions
this wherefore and therefore finally
you turn off the tv, and you lay beside me touching my hand
i give in, i still miss you, and i think, the silence has come on the soft
wings of a butterfly for a brief flutter at the ceiling
looking at ourselves for another sweeter second time beginning
the cliche: love is sweeter the second time around is still written on the wall
how can i forget it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can't Sleep
I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain.
I lie on my left side, then on my right,
But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.
Next, I turn and lie flat on my back,
But, of any sleep, there is still a lack.
I lie there, looking up at the ceiling:
Pretty drained, is how I am feeling.
I wish my system would just slow down,
But, through my mind, thoughts race round.
Feeling restless, I begin to huff and puff:
I know that, in the morning, I'll feel rough.
As a poet, my mind is still really busy rhyming,
But, when I'm trying to sleep, isn't great timing.
To try and get some sleep, I really endeavour,
But the night seems to go on forever and ever.
I am really willing my mind to take a rest,
But, night time is when my mind thinks best.
Over my sleeping patterns, I have no control:
On me, tomorrow, lack of sleep will take its toll.
As I snuggle myself down, under the covers,
My body wants one thing; my mind, another.
When lying in bed, I just want some peace:
I want all of this rhyming, for once, to cease.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Morning blue sky
Morning blue sky
~
Looking upon a pale blue sky
A plane cuts across my sight
That sharp white line climbs
Into a journey to begin the day
Off into a wandering fantasy
A stirring of birds fill the view
Like a thousand thoughts
All the world slowly waking
Still not a cloud to be seen
Last nights sleep rubbed from eyes
While watching the plane disappear
The fading white trail ebbs away
A journey somewhere beginning
Or perhaps another’s ending
The fantasy of a journey
Looking into a morning blue sky
Stirs the waking mind
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Love Of The Fog
on top of the mountain
she sees how the fog loves
the breasts of the hills
all gently covered
tenderly at night till dawn
with the linens of
the white
fog.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
poem by Theodore Roethke
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The Waking (1953)
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
poem by Theodore Roethke
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Red Stained the Earth
When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth
Thunder roared and lightning struck
Red stained the earth
Darkness devoured the soul
Red stained the earth
Smoke choked the air
Red stained the earth
Cries were loud but never heard
Red stained the earth
Words misunderstood
Red stained the earth
A compromise was in vain
Red stained the earth
Land was stripped of its beauty
Red stained the earth
Raped of dignity, honor and trust
Red stained the earth
Language lost, stories untold
Red stained the earth
No more tradition, no more culture
Red stained the earth
When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth
poem by Ema Bovoro
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Haunt
She’ll HaUnT your every moment
Whether waking or asleep
Just when you think it’s safe enough
That’s when her memory creeps
Just like a raging river
The thoughts of her flow
Flooding your broken heart
And aching it up so
To think that you once had her
In the palm of your hand
Oh what joyful days
When you were her man
The only one who’s right for you
No one else will ever do
This loss is such a cross to bear
Her memory’s with you everywhere
She’ll HaUnT your every moment
Whether waking or asleep
Learning how to live with it
Her memory’s yours to keep
poem by Suzie ...Q
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Anymore
How could a love this true
End up all dressed in blue?
So close we share it all
But I can't feel the fall
Anymore…anymore
I just can't get away
Cause everywhere I go
My head is yesterday
Where thoughts of you flow
Taking me back in time
When my life was sublime
Then we drifted apart
Was it right from the start?
Can't find that place or time
I just know it doesn't rhyme
Anymore…anymore
I just can't get away
Cause everywhere I go
My head is yesterday
Where thoughts of you flow
Taking me back in time
When my life was sublime
Now I'm left feeling numb
How could I be so dumb?
I lost my one true love
A hand without a glove
I just can't get away
Cause everywhere I go
My head is yesterday
Where thoughts of you flow
Taking me back in time
When my life was sublime
poem by Paul H Nelson
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When The Morning Comes
when the morning comes
and you wake up first
and i am still left naked
beside these white
stained cover sheets
you know i will follow
you in the kitchen
where breakfast is
ready prepared by
your own hands
we look at each other
again this time
new eyes new memories
new anticipations
new love, new selves
new covenants
new promises
old memories,
revivals, reminiscings
we remember last night
when the hugs were tighter
when the sleep was sounder
than ever
what word will i say?
what word? will you tell me?
you hand it my coffee
and you sip yours
no cup is cold
and the brew runs wild
to the top of the ceiling
what word will i say?
our eyes speak.
we sip each other's presence.
the words are useless.
they must remain unspoken
we confess our love
this morning. the words are useless.
they must remain unspoken
our hearts are full.
and then we smile. we sip our souls.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Lessons Not Taught At School Is, Asking Questions...
When was the last time you talked to me lovingly?
Where did we go to purify our doubtful thoughts silently?
The fluid pressure builds up as the wind that lost,
The revengeful heat warming up the air to raise the temperature,
As the next meal depends upon the work that I do,
Forget about you to think back when with you,
The silence is kept conveniently as the thoughts are boiling,
The backs of us facing at our bed of matrimony,
The comforter not crumbled, as we have no common desire,
Pills bring the sleep that is much needed,
Sleep, go and come back from work and then sleep,
The two minds, full of clouded questions,
Go around the poles of their own ego,
As no one depends on no one to go down,
When the heavy clouded thoughts bang with each other,
There may be rain, thunder storm and even tornado,
To dissipate the pressure and the destruction can be seen,
Some take their suitcase and exit,
And others may take the effort,
To crumble the comforter and the bed spread,
The life is very simple when we know how to ask questions.
Teach me how to ask questions, please..
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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When She Makes Love With Him
when she makes love with him
she always takes a good look at the ceiling
as though she and the ceiling are in love
at the height of his muscular frenzy
feasting on her flesh
she is asking help from her imagination
she is not in love anymore
she detests this obligation
the walls are wordless of course
and the bed squeaks in pity
when he is finished she turns her body to the other side.
death whispers its name. Death is too inviting.
she travels far into the distant fantasy land of her imagination.
her prince is now waiting in the castle of her dreams.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Morning thoughts
Morning thoughts
~
A sun rises over roof tops
Greeting the cold morning air
A wind blows heavy, swaying trees
The branches stripped bare by winter
The world is slowly waking
And the picture beyond my window
Emerges to life once more
I lay motionless in silence
Nursing warm coffee in my hands
Early thoughts begin to stir
My pen yet to be put to paper
I think back to dreams
The night passed what they brought
I think to the day ahead
What will it bring
Thoughts of love and romance
What could I write of them
I watch a world waking
A sun rising over rooftops
And I listen to my thoughts
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Dirty Linens
now that all the dirty
linens had been
washed neat and clean
she wants
that from this time on
we shall always
sleep together
make love and deny
everything
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Laying Bare And Lovely Still On A State Of Bliss
amidst the softness of the big
sofa
you lay your naked body
your breasts stare at the ceiling
your hair freely falling
on the arm
of that big sofa
you close your eyes on this
baring
you point your toe
to the carpeted floor
your arms are light
as your hands rest
on the furry cover
the silence is sweet and this
time the world is calm
no word creeps on your lips
come to think of it
what is the description
of this bliss?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Suddenly
solo, lonely and afraid
hold on, something's bound to break
falling down, running from the promised land
midnight, and i'm still awake
don't feel right, haven't slept for days
i'm so tired my thoughts are getting weak
and i'm wired, can i get some peace?
(chorus)
suddenly you are here with me
finding a reason to believe
i know you'll be here to the end of time
and when the night falls all around
my frightened heart the only sound
i know you'll be here to the end of time
maybe it was my mistakes
that kept on pulling me away
i was still living yesterday
the message that i want to relay
without Him, there's no other way
so don't try to make it on your own
when you're lost, He will lead you home
(chorus)
can't imagine life without your hand in mine
i can't believe i've lived this long without you
i know that You will find a purpose for my life
beyond my wildest dreams, beyond what i can see
(chorusx2)
suddenly you're here and i'm not alone anymore
when the night falls 'round, i am not alone anymore
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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Last Man On The Moon
I just can't seem to concentrate today
It seems my mind is wandering away
And all the things swimming through my head
Fade away as I go back to bed.
And I close my eyes
And see how fast time flies
'Cause sunrise comes too soon.
I'm never out of bed before noon
Waking up too late seems too soon
And I could never be Neil Armstrong
I'd be the last man on the moon
I used to live in a world of black and white
Until my dreams turned day into night
And now I'm never out of bed before noon
Waking up too late seems too soon
I close my eyes
And wait for the surprise
In a place I know I belong
In my head I can do no wrong
I could never be Neil Armstrong
I'd be the last man on the moon
song performed by by Sr-71 from Now You See Inside
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Where On The Other Side Of Death Does Life Begin Again?
Where on the other side of Death does Life begin again?
Is there a long time to wait, or no time at all?
We are guesses and questions
We are conjectures and speculations-
On the other side
Beyond all the beyonds
Waits who knows what and how
God’s Answer for us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Time To Go
When a family is leaving
You choose a side
And keep things to remember them
Even if they do the worse things
Feel no pain
Always love them
Share the time you have left
You never know when it will be over
Even though this is their fate
The bond we share is thicker than blood
I would make you stay if i could
I want you to stay with me please dont go
The tears i cry flood the ground
I can not let go
Its not your time
I dont want you to go
But i guess its not my call
They cant take you
Your all i have
What will i do
If your not here with me
Who will i call
When im alone
I cant live life
Without you by my side
Just stay with me
Dont let him take you away
Is not your time
Without you i cant survive
Your all i have in this world
Dont leave me
As i stand with you
In your final moments
I begin to cry she says to me
Ill always be inside your heart
To guide you and protect you
Im sorry this has to happen
And i can no longer be with you
But its my time to go
The last moments pass
Her eyes begin to close as she enters a deep sleep
One i know she will never wake up from
I feel my heart split in two
As i cry i hold her hand
She says i love you and fades away
I say i love you softly as if she were still here with me
But i know shes gone it was her time to go
I just cant understand why now was her time to go
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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