I'm Sorry
learned by heart
the story of the moth and
the fire
do not want to die
yet
sorry but i am not
catering to
this and that
got my life
and will not waste it
with you
sorry but i am on my own
now
as ever before
you're a trap
a quicksand
so sorry you can't get me
alive
got a life
lots of sunshine in here
fresh rivers
and air from the trees
blue clouds
wide sea
cool earth
beautiful house
green grass
tell me why do i have
to bet my life
on 20 minutes
of your
happiness?
i won't
you're a quicksand
and i am no fool
in here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Quicksand of Lust
Walking through the jungle
All of the sudden, you’re stuck
With him
Such a happy occasion
Such good luck
You're with him in the quicksand of lust
It's going very slowly
But it's okay
As long as you're together
Nothing else matters in the quicksand of lust
Halfway through
And you're still together
Things look bad
He produces a lever, and pulls himself out
You are left in the quicksand of lust
Nearly over your head
You begin to panic
You're starting to submerge even quicker
Oh no, what’s, this what happened?
You suffocate, alone, in the quicksand of lust
poem by Salimah Davis
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Lies
You took my strength by minutes...
you took my life by hours.
The days went by like shadows;
the minutes wheeled like stars.
You gave me life by seconds...
you gave me death by lies.
The rain went by like rivers;
the rivers flowed like tears.
You gave me happiness for a moment...
and pain for the rest of my life.
The clouds sailed by like oceans...
the oceans strolled like skies.
And life went by like sad songs...
the songs went by like cries.
If only you had shot me dead
than stripping me naked with lies!
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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X Celestial Blue and Green of Grass
High over the white clean clouds
she serves hot coffee in the sky
Smiling pretty stewardess
with one green, one blue eye
(alluding to her dual life -
celestial blue and green of grass)
He saw her left side first,
an all embracing smile,
a green, then a blue eye...
Ah, secret charm of dual life!
Unearthly pleasure of the flight.
Not far away from Earth,
a casual face hints at the
closeness of an unknown space.
poem by ONElia AVElar (5 July 2008)
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Saving Face Is Infusion Life
if face of jewel mystery planet earth
still looks up as green forest fields
blue lakes pristine rivers seas skies
instead of brown dust waste poison death
then act hope pray sing restoration earth praises
plant fresh birth life for plague bell now tolls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Quick Sand Of Time
I sink into oblivion
On the quicksand of Time
As neither violet nor gray shade
Hold any good.
The fragrance and flower
The aroma and earth
No more hold any good
As I sink into the quicksand of Time.
The youth and age
No more hold any good
As the opening note of the lullaby
And the closing note of the dirge
Sound jarring to my ears
As I sink into the quicksand of Time.
Does Life Thrive If The Nature Is Not Good Enough?
The roaring of the ocean has its own reason
It eats up of us each and every poison
The blowing of the wind is so soothing
The rain of the cloud is so refreshing,
The wide blue sky above and high
Gives us a space to dream and fly.
The dew drops are so cool to douse the fire
The earth teaches us how to endure the torture
How sweet it is to quench the thirst with fresh water!
Trees tells us how to give food, shadow and shelter
How tasty the fire makes our food stuff!
Does life thrive if the nature is not good enough?
poem by Abdul Wahab
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When We Meet Again Sometime This Summer
i tell you, i do not like winters, and i do not wish
to go where winter lies. I am intolerant of anything
that freezes me, that thaws, that gives me frost,
that bites like an ant, that solidifies me like
refrigerator ice.
i like summers. Flowers blooming. Green grass
spreading. Butterflies in different colors in the garden.
Bees just enough for the buzz. I love trees. I love
rivers, and springs and creeks.
Bamboo trees beside the rocks beside the pebbles
beside the river. I like the songs of the rivers. Lots of rivers.
Gentle rains. Hush winds. Cool shades. Shadows of mountains.
When we meet again, i like it to be this summer.
Lots of sun. Warmth., Sweat. Perspirations. Palpitations
of the hearts of the young on summer time.
Under the cool shades of the trees on summer nights.
I always remember summer nights.Strong summer winds.
Flown hair. Drying pants and underwears. My legs exposed
Beside the brook. I like being naked. I like being on top of
everything.
With you, on you, by you, within you, in your mouth all over your face.
Oh summer breeze. See you. Feel you. Love you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Will To Be Done
LORD I am here waiting for your will to be done
Sitting at the kitchen table watching the rising sun.
The sky is a clear blue as a background for the sun
As I sit and thank you for my family and everyone.
Each day that I awake there is a lesson to be learned
It may not be stupendous
But in my heart it will burn.
You've given us so much that we should be thankful for
The sun, the moon, the rivers and the streams
The green grass and the tall beautiful trees.
You've given us food from all walks of life
From the seas and the skies
From the earth below our feet
And for all that we eat.
You show us both sides of life, the good and the bad
Just so that " we could understand".
That everything in life is truly free.
It starts in our hearts and travels to our minds
And we can find peace and contentment till the ends of time.
The sacrifices that we make, can be heartache and pain
But nothing in life ever remains the same.
There is a price for everything - but it's not for the foods we eat
But for the love he's given us -and the hatreds we must defeat.
The "bad " is in our hearts and minds
And not anything on the ground
All you have to do is turn and look around.
We must defeat the "thoughts" of all our jealousies
Wants, and hates - and wake up to the beauties
Before it's much too late.
Like the song says " accentuate the positive
And eliminate the negative".
That is the key if we want to be free.
So I sit here with these thoughts in my mind
And thanking you DEAR LORD
Till the end of my time.
© L RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Sonnet. Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds
Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,--the domain
Of Cynthia,--the wide palace of the sun,--
The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,--
The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun.
Blue! 'Tis the life of waters: -- Ocean
And all its vassal streams, pools numberless,
May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can
Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness.
Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest-green,
Married to green in all the sweetest flowers,--
Forget-me-not,--the Blue bell,--and, that Queen
Of secrecy, the Violet: what strange powers
Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great,
When in an Eye thou art alive with fate!
poem by John Keats
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The City And The Town
this is what the city has to offer
neon lights, ambulance screams,
loud music, beer and ale,
a small room, a busy life,
a little sleep,
exquisite dinners,
late shows, gags, gigs.
but i have enough of all these,
i went to the little town
and have this wooden house,
beside a river, there are flowers
blooming and vegetable gardens,
and tranquil horizons,
a beautiful sunset
a brighter sunrise,
crustal clear rivers,
home fishing, and mountain treks,
and fresh smell of green grass,
and cool shades of trees,
mountain shadows,
full moons and singing birds
love calls, and fresh fruits
direct from the trees,
wild chickens, and
horses to ride and carabaos
to pasture, goats to feed
and turkey chases,
a very peaceful sleep at night
under the moon
lamp-lit room and some cicadas
in concert with the frogs
and crickets and worms
and then the rain
starts to fall
you hear the sweet hum
of the nearby river
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Used To Have Money One Time
I had Cadillac's in my future
Debutantes in my past
I made a deal with the devil for a whole lot of money
Thinkin' it would last and last
But a fool and his money are bound to part
And what goes up must come down
So take my advice, don't trust the roll of the dice
Keep your feet on solid ground
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Lots of women and wine
But who's gonna tell a fool? Who's gonna tell a fool?
Who's gonna tell a fool? That he ain't cool
Now thems were hard times back in the eighties bous
People barely had enough to get by
But oh not me foot loose and fancy free
There was nothing to myself I'd deny
So fellas listen to my story now
Though you have heard this tale befo'
Take care of your needs and watch out for your greeds
Or that wolf will be at your door
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Now I ain't got a dime
But who's gonna be the fool? Who's gonna be the fool?
Who's gonna be the fool? It still ain't cool.
Who's gonna tell a fool? Who's gonna tell a fool?
Who's gonna tell a fool? It still ain't cool.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The Life I Live
It has been said that blue is the color of the sky although others may say
Blue is an emotion when someone is close to tears-
Sad, melancholy and disheartened-
I look upwards toward the sky on a sunny day when
I don’t feel sad and blue.
Green is the color of the leaves upon the trees, although
I have heard others say they are jealous- green or envious-
I enjoy the trees, especially in the summertime,
Blown about in a gentle and cooling breeze-
The same leaves turn yellow, gold and orange in the autumn and
Fire blazes a bright red in color-
It is the fire of my spirit that burns
When anger plagues my troubled mind-
Rain falls and puts out the fires but
The rage inside of me is a shade of red that will not be tamed.
I look upward towards the sky on a sunny day,
As the leaves upon the trees rustle in the wind-
I pray for the rain to fall to quench the fury that burns my soul-
I don’t feel melancholy blue or jealous-green-
I have days when I enjoy the colors of the autumn foliage-
But the color red of rage defines the life I live.
Today I glance upward toward the blue sky and the leaves upon the trees-
Today I feel sad and blue and close to tears because
Of the pain that the fire inside of me that is always burning-
If the sun and the trees could laugh and send me good vibrations perhaps
They would cheer me and I could capture the colors blue, green, orange and yellow-
And perhaps even red as being bold and beautiful-
And with these colors I could paint a rainbow upon my horizon and
There would be no reason for anger to smolder my heart again-
I could laugh with the sun at the splendor of the rainbow against the sky of cobalt blue- And glad to say that raging fire of resentment
Is behind me now and I never feel sad and blue because
I have repainted my world with colors of joy, happiness and eagerness
To live my new life beneath that rainbow of contentment.-
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Grass Is Blue
i've had to think of a way to survive since you said it's over told me good-bye
i just can't make it one day without you unless i pretend that the opposites true
rivers flow backwards
valleys are high
mountains are level
truth is a lie
i'm perflectly fine
and i don't miss you
the sky is green and the grass is blue
(break)
how much can a heart and a troubled mind take
where is that fine line before it all breaks
can one end their sorrow just cross over it
and into that relm of instantive bliss
there's snow in the tropics
there's ice on the sun
it's hot in the Artic
and crying is fun
and i'm alright now and i'm over you
and the sky is green
and the grass is blue
and the rivers flow backwards and my tears are dry
swans hate the water and eagles can't fly
but i'm alright now that i'm over you
and the sky is green and the grass is blue
and i don't love you and the grass is blue
song performed by by Norah Jones
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Liquid more pure
Liquid more pure
than that flowing on earth
and from the wells in the ground,
from tankards in white clouds
drifting on the blue sky
fall sparkling like jewels
through the air.
The smell of rain
rise from the ground
and the earth is fresh and new
while drops shower it
and a secret ingredient called nitrogen
brings life and gives growth
to grass, flowers, plants and trees.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Your Dance My Love
you are so beautiful when you start to dance
when all the leaves fall off from your arms
naked, i have seen everything that your earth has to offer:
your hills and trees and forest, your creeks and rivers,
your clouds and seas, your grass and flowers
i have seen them all and touched them
your hills i have climbed
your trees with sweet fruits
i have gathered them all
and bit and sucked and savored each sap and juice
its flesh and fiber
i have slept on your grass
i have smelled your flowers
i have gazed on your clouds and have taken the dive
on your seas
i have sailed on your rivers
i have bathed on your creeks
i have done everything for you to please you my love
yet why are your eyes so sad tonight?
you are like a moon fading in the dark
you are like the song of a bird dissolving in distance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Love
If you ask me, I love
to stare at the sky,
there are other things
to enjoy, I don't see why!
You, always say I'm mad,
for my craze for the moon;
You embrace me alone
in your life, and I? Lagoon!
The saplings with their
green twigs attract me most.
I'm agree to stay with trees,
as their life-long host.
The rivers with their flow
ever, call me to chase them.
I wrapping me with sunlight,
run along their helm.
Ah! this life if were
a life of a grass,
I wouldn't have lead a
life full of fight and clash!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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The Grass Is Blue
Ive had to think up a way to survive
Since you said its over
Told me good-bye
I just cant make it one day without you
Unless I pretend that the opposites true
Rivers flow backwards
Valleys are high
Mountains are level
Truth is a lie
Im perfectly fine
And I dont miss you
The sky is green
And the grass is blue
How much can a heart and a troubled mind take
Where is that fine line before it all breaks
Can one end their sorrow
Just cross over it
And into that realm of insanitive bliss
Theres snow in the tropics
Theres ice on the sun
Its hot in the arctic
And crying is fun
And Im happy now
And Im glad were through
And the sky is green
And the grass is blue
And the rivers flow backwards
And my tears are dry
Swans hate the water
And eagles cant fly
But Im alright now
Now that Im over you
And the sky is green
And the grass is blue
And I dont love you
And the grass is blue
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Sunshine And Shadow
Life has its shadows, as well as its sun;
Its lights and its shades, all twined together.
I tried to single them out, one by one,
Single and count them, determining whether
There was less blue than there was grey,
And more of the deep night than of the day.
But dear me, dear me, my task’s but begun,
And I am not half way into the sun.
For the longer I look on the bright side of earth,
The more of the beautiful do I discover;
And really, I never knew what life was worth
Till I searched the wide storehouse of happiness over.
It is filled from the cellar well up to the skies,
With things meant to gladden the heart and the eyes.
The doors are unlocked, you can enter each room,
That lies like a beautiful garden in bloom.
Yet life has its shadow, as well as its sun;
Earth has its storehouse of joy and sorrow.
But the first is so wide – and my task’s but begun –
That the last must be left for a far-distant morrow.
I will count up the blessings God gave in a row,
But dear me! When I get through them, I know
I shall have little tine left for the rest,
For life is a swift-flowing river at best.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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A New Spring (In Answer To Ernst Van Heerden)
There is something radically new to this spring
something fresh, matchless, pure, even bright
it continually brings the realization of new life
of unfolding growth, hope and true love
if we continually love each other, will I already
see you glow in early pregnancy
when the Seven Sisters, Orion and the Southern Cross
glow romantically, with candles smouldering to their ends?
And now when you lie warm in my arms
with your body enchanting, I feel your heart beating
the moon gleams golden and magical
every moment is full of passion
It is visible that the earth is different
trees are covered in exuberant new buds
the grass is full of life and green
when butterflies are fluttering, bees are working buzzing
while thunder blazes down blue-white
with the rain pouring pattering, bringing life
the fluttering, flapping of chattering birds
over glorious trees, at flowers that are blooming, at crops
is a glad exaltation where the farmer, the gardener
and every lover of nature
see the splendour of new life
knows that God does answer prayers
brings rain, wind and sunshine at His time
and in the fishpond goldfishes stare
in love at each other
while the mirror image
catches nature full of life
poem by Gert Strydom
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I have a different mentality when it comes to catering to a man, I just won't allow it. Don't get me wrong, I'll do for you but I'm not taking care of no man and catering to him for life; he better be bringing something to the table. I learned that from my mother and my grandmother.
quote by Teena Marie
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