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I Promised You That We Make Love At Dawn

but then there is this poem
inside my heart
and it wants to be written
at dawn

and so i promised you
another dawn
tomorrow

you perfectly understand
my situation
it is not simple. it is complicated.
i make it complicated.

you look at it simple enough.
lack of love for you.
devotion to poetry.

and sooner, you declare a war.
an end. you write a letter telling about
the word
goodbye.

i understand it too perfectly.
we have two parting worlds now.
floating stars looking for each nest
in some other space.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A sonnet for lovers

‘A sonnet for lovers’
(‘Dedicated to the one I love’)

It’s the simple things
The simple things you do
Not just the simple things
It’s the complicated things too

The simple act of holding my hand
The simple morning cup of tea
Listening to my favourite band
The complicated act of listening to me

You make it simple to love you
As simple as can be
You make the complicated act simple too
The completed act of loving me

One thing that’s not that complicated
As a matter of fact it’s simple
I love you above all others
This is dedicated to the one I love
This simple sonnet for lovers

MICMAC

poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXX: Good Vs Bad

Good is always in simple mind, bad always thinks how to trick
Good is always in simple way, bad always finds the escape
Good is always in simple manner, bad always fakes to cheat
Good is always in simple purpose, bad always has a catch
Good is always in simple reason, bad always uses layered lies
Good is always in simple trust, bad always changes the side
Good is always in simple life, bad always watches his back
Good is always in simple word, bad always talks complicated
Good is always in simple fun, bad always tired to understand
Good is always in simple hope, bad always tries to control the world
Good is always in simple choice, bad always looks what’s the point
Good is always in simple act, bad always counts the advantage
Good is always in simple thing, bad always exaggerates what have been

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Is This Poetry?

they write the most complicated
arrangement of words
and give them their own tones
and colors and smell
and to a certain extent
of sophistication you do not
understand anything
with all the symbolism
and metaphorizing

suns talking and moons sneering
and cats yawning and seaweeds
dancing and spirits blitzing
and cornucopia feasting
and ambrosia sleeping
and cupid and psyche
dating and lamps lighting
and darkness enclosing

and you complain
that you do not understand a thing
and you say you hate poetry

and this poet asks you: do you understand?
and you honestly say, with a matching shaking of your head
and stamping of your feet: what are you telling me? I do not understand
what your poem is saying.

and he laughs, 'anything that you do not understand is poetry'

and so from that time on, you pretend to understand poetry
simply because, in truth, you do not like it
and on such pretense, you successfully murdered
everything that he wrote.

poems are dead, now they are burying them.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A poem for you...

I write a poem for you today,
to get a place in your heart for ever
A poem that could tell you my love for you
I write my poem with emotion and affection
for you to understand my deep thoughts for you
A poem to love and a poem to understand its soul
A poem to enjoy and a poem to understand its happiness
A poem to think and a poem to understand its way of life
A poem to learn and a poem to understand its content
A poem to sing and a poem to understand its melody
A poem to cry and a poem to understand its sorrow
There are poems I have written but this is specially for you
The poem could tell you how important you are for me
There are words comes out freely from my mind to write poem
but there are no words to find my love for you
Those words can not missed as I miss your love today
Let me have all those words put in to my heart and
say I love to write a love poem for you

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

Copyright ©2004 Ravi Sathasivam

poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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So Complicated

So complicated, so complicated
Just wanna blow my horn
So complicated, so complicated
Just wanna know the score
Are you telling me that everythings fine
When I cant even tie my shoes
Better get into a new frame of mind
When I dont have to think about the business no more
'cause I just wanna blow my horn
The telephone is ringing out
But it dont understand my blues
And how much longer will it take
Until they get the news
The weather man said it was good
He forecast it was truly great
So if you change your train of thought
You know it wont be late
Too complicated, too complicated
You know this crazy scene
Too complicated, too complicated
No one says what they mean
Are you telling me that everythings fine
When I cant even tie my shoes
Better get into a new frame of mind
When I dont have to think about the business no more
'cause I just wanna blow my horn.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Dawn And The Drunkards Still Sing

i understand the song
of the drunkard at dawn
i was one
of them sometime in that
moment when
you got pregnant
and angry
about my own irresponsibility

i forget you and you
must forget me
that is the only solution but

i cannot help but remember
when the drunkards of this
place till dawn
sings all their miseries

they do not hurt me or anybody
they hurt themselves

i understand perfectly how is it
to love and to lose and to be
guilty
unnecessarily.

the songs are painful.
and dawn is so cold.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am My Poem

When you see me,
you see my poems.
For when i breath, i breath out ballads.
But vers libre express my heart.

Should i write in complicated
and rhythmic words to make
my poems deep and beautiful?
My life is complicated already.

Should i write in simple and
enticing words to make
my poems attractive?
My life is not that simple.

Like stream to the river
down to the sea,
so is my poems from my
soul to my spirit down to my body.

You may disapprove me
but come and take a walk
within my soul and see if
you can live there for a moment.

So when i write, must i
invite you to read.
Read if you want to.
I write because the chamber
of soul finds relieve.

poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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Educators take something simple and make it complicated. Communicators take something complicated and make it simple.

quote by John C. Maxwell
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Why Do You Think That I Am Ambitious?

you met me a long time ago,
20 years ago, i counted the passing years
i did not know what your impression of me
was.

when our paths met a few days ago
you wrote me a letter
telling me that i am an ambitious man

there is nothing wrong with ambition
it is a positive trait
to go forward in life

but i am not really ambitious
i live a very simple life

not that kind that Basho lived when he was once here
on this very place of a simple dwelling
a leaking roof where drops of rain serve as count
for the rhythm of
a poem

banana leaves to five space for something green
a perfectly opened window the one that does not close even at night
because we all want to see the hills and trees
the landscape of flowers and grass

we even want to take the roof out
so we can see all the stars.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Good Old Manners

What having manners mean?

Pompously speaking same tongue as Queen?

Knowing how fancy table perfectly is set

Or how to eat proper with not a stain or finger wet?

Whole complicated code of how to dress

Or to salute with gracious reverence?

Nooo, not really, isn't it more than that! ?

The Respect we've got to have

From deep inside

Not only showed, but really felt?

For anyone or anything..

Is watching self, be fair, good, keeping clean

Not stink, nor sting, never be mean

always being careful not to say or do

to others, any unpleasant thing!

Those are good manners, don't you think?

For any human kind to keep at heart

No matter if they're living

In a Palace or in a simple tiny Hut

If they don't know to read or write

or if they have an MBA at Oxford or Harvard.

The Simple Old Good Manners

Let all of us to be aware of Others

Then harmony, hopefully, we 'll find

For us, the human kind..

poem by Elena Sandu
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Making the simple complicated is commonplace; making the complicated simple, awesomely simple, that's creativity.

quote by Charles Mingus
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Making the simple complicated is commonplace making the complicated simple, awesomely simple, that's creativity.

quote by Charles Mingu
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Complicated Questions

Easy to be taken with everything youre saying
Make us perfect and say it all again
But if every single seconds killing
Tell me Im dreaming
Ill sleep it all away
Tear out this love
Tear up the root
Tear out this love
Tear me from you
You know you can tell me anything you want to
Tell me something that Id never know
Could be cautious as the words roll over your tongue
Im stung with sick discovery
Tear me from these complicated questions
Taking all the empty spaces inside me
But complicated answers never did you any justice anyway
Complicated as we are were going have to burn it all away
Complicated answers take up all the empty spaces inside me
But complicated answers never did you any justice anyway
Complicated as we are were going to tear out this love

song performed by by Finger Eleven
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Complicated Disaster

COMPLICATED DISASTER
She knows about me
I heard about your secret life
She thinks that youre a family man
You got two babies and a wife.
I never thought you'd sink this love
(Would did you have to paint a picture)
Two many lovers in this wrong
I'm suffocating.
Chorus:
And now youre standing in front of me
Begging me not to leave
Complicated disaster
And as I struggle to understand
What we came over with
Promised me ever after
I turned our way but I keep wrong
Youre all that I remember.
It's been three hours
Since she shared her story in this room
She seems like such a gentle girl
You came and left her much too soon.
She said it lasted just six months
(But I could feel her devastation)
The fear of being completely wrong
Has taken over.
Chorus
All the plans we were making
Just got washed away with the tears
I'm drowning but you cant save me this time
No no, complicated disaster.
And as I struggle to understand
What we came over with
Promised me ever after
I turned our way but I keep wrong, oh no.
Chorus

song performed by by Tina Turner
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0005 Letter to a Younger Poet

Thanks for your letter. Though
you’ve caught me at a rather awkward time –
I’m going into surgery tomorrow – a rather
risky op; so I’ll try to put all the answers that I’ve got
into this one letter;
I hope you'll understand...

and that helps me to make my first point to you:
write as if you, too, may not live
beyond tomorrow – write as if
it’s the last thing that you’ll ever write –
give it everything you’ve got,
hold nothing back;

or better still – write as if
the world will end for everyone tomorrow:
write so that in their last hours, too, this
will make them feel, will make them know
we’ve faced life fully, faced it so complete
that death is relatively unimportant now…

write as if it were only yesterday
that, in an air crash, all your family –
parents, wife or husband, partner, children, and best friend,
had lost their lives; write as if,
were you not to write,
your heart would break forever, or you would go mad...

write as if you’re writing somewhere
where there’s no such thing around, as ink;
you’ll have to use your own blood in the pen,
so use it carefully; so red, so living,
look at it… so beautiful, so precious,
and so solemn – use it carefully, don’t spill a drop…

write as if you’re borrowing every word
from the very centre of the universe, where suns and gods are made;
and need thus to account for every word
with your whole life, no less; know that every word
must be given back, cleaner, stronger, brighter
with your own power, than when you borrowed it;

write as if every poet that ever lived
is leaning over your shoulder, so that you
can feel their breath upon your neck as they say
‘Tell them all that we would tell,
but cannot now; tell them all of this’…
this, now, is how you must deeply be and speak;

write as if you are the only being on earth
who can tell them this; as if tomorrow, if tomorrow comes,
you shall visit them every one, at home,
and look them in the eye; write as if
you love them more than they will ever know;
write as if you were offering to live their lives with them;

write as if you were a force of nature in yourself:
as if whatever earthquake, hurricane or flood might do,
whatever law or love may greatly do,
whatever gods or men can speak, in fullest force,
this you may do, because the sound of poetry is such;
yes, write ‘as if’ – but know you really write ‘because’…

write as if – no, write because –
you know that only poetry can tell
all, that must be told, and must be known;
and as all hearts melt in the heat of your own love,
be in no doubt – and see that all are in no doubt too –
that life was never, never more serious,
never more glorious, than it is right now;

write all this.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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For Rj...

i perfectly understand it Rj
i know that the name of the child is always
Today

never tomorrow and so without so much fuss
i give as you ask
i ask no explanations i require no reasons

got no burden somehow
i am glad finally i have one

His name is Today
Never tomorrow

Oppress me, oppress me some more,
i need one, Today
I perfectly understand
Though foolish i may be
i give up
Sanity and Greed
and Logic

Ask me, i give in,
no reason, no nothing at all,
nothing in return,
no condition

If your Mama Rj
cannot understand all these,
let me,

If your Papa Rj
takes pride in his Discipline
I demand nothing Rj
Go on, take this and that
I am ready.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man In The Middle

(m gibb, b gibb)
Youve got a plan that could never go wrong
You took advantage and the damage done
It all comes back to me baby
It all comes back to me
I played the fool and I went off the track
And when I think of all it cost
When the die was cast
You know I had to be crazy
You know I had to be
Ive been telling lies
And you forgive me but my heart still cries
And you can understand
Im just the man in the middle
Of a complicated plan
No one to show me the signs
Im just a creature of habit
In a complicated world
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide
I know I let you down in so many ways
I know that sorry doesnt tell you
What you need me to say
But, I would die for you baby
Yes, I would die for you
Ive been in disguise
And you forgive me and our love will rise
And you can understand
Im just the man in the middle
Of a complicated plan
No one to show me the light
Ah,yes, Im weary from battle
But Ive just begun to fight
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide
Im just the man in the middle
Of a complicated plan
No one to show me the signs
Im just a creature of habit
In a complicated world
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide
Im just the man in the middle
Of a complicated plan
No one to show me the light
Ah, yes, Im weary from battle
But Ive just begun to fight
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide
Im just the man in the middle
The only man
The fool of a man in the middle
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide
Im just the man
The only man
That stupid man
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide

song performed by by Bee Gees
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The Poem I Cannot Write/ Is The Poem Beyond My Own Poetry

THE POEM I CANNOT WRITE/ IS THE POEM BEYOND MY OWN POETRY

The poem I cannot write
Is the poem beyond my own poetry -
It is greater than what I am capable of -
It surprises in ways my awkward phrases cannot
It is complex beyond my simple simplicity
It has an infectious beauty
That demands to be recited again and again -
It lingers in the mind and memory
As a strange new beauty beyond anything done by anyone else before.

The poem I cannot write
Has been written will be written
By those greater than myself-
I have the great blessing
Of being able to read them
But I cannot join them
Despite a lifetime of trying.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Simple Kind Of Life

For a long time I was in love
Not only in love, I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one else could touch
It didnt work out, Im covered in shells
And all I wanted was a simple thing
A simple kind of life
And all I needed was a simple man
So I could be a wife
Im so ashamed, Ive been so mean
I dont know how it got to this point
Ooh I always was the one with all the love
But you came along, Im hunting you down
Like a sick domestic abuser lookin for a fight
And all I wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life
Oh if we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?
I always thought Id be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get
You seem like youd be a good dad
Now all the simple things are simply too complicated for my life
Howd I get so faithful to my freedom? a selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life

song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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The Poem I Did Not Write Today

THE POEM I DID NOT WRITE TODAY

The poem I did not write today
Will never be written.
No one knows what it is
Or where it is
'How it can be? ' is another question
No one can answer.

The poem I did not write today
Never went away
It is always here with me and with you
It is the same simple poem
Written over and over again
In our everyday minds.

It is the poem of love of life
The poem of happiness
The poem of belief in God
And in the goodness in the world to come
It is the poem which believes too that poetry will help save the world.

It is the good poem
The happy poem
The poem I did not write today
Is the poem my life is writing now and always
And with you it says
‘What a miracle it is that we are here
reading and writing
and loving life as we do’.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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