In The Field Of Absence
in the field of absence
i may find you
as a flower
or a a worm
of someone else
as i stare
at the clouds
asking who owns you
and who owns me
finally i nod
at all the leaves
meeting me
someone owns
you
the western wind
no one owns me
as i decide
to fly east
where the wind
is as soft as silk
i have grown
a pair of wings
you ask
what for?
i am flying away.
you ask
why?
i have no answer
but it is this
why that moves
everything
inside me
i ask too: why?
it keeps on moving
it is silent
it is bitter
it is as deep as a
black river.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Daughter
Witness to
Her jaunts
Others romped.
Undeterred by the glares,
Sailed.........
As no tumult
Was there.
Calm,
Around
Expressions,
In serenity abound
Unrest.....?
Content
No contempt
Relent
No repent
When did she pretend?
Soft palms
For finger searched
That first step
Her own step
Her own
Which
She,
Only she owns.
Still owns
And
Because she owns
She is she
And the world
Around
Deep, deep
In crises of identity
Hounds.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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A Piece of Sky
No one can own a color; no one can own a cloud.
No one on Earth could ever, I'm glad it's not allowed!
No person owns a person, though some may think they do.
No person owns the ocean; I know this to be true!
I cannot own a sparrow, I cannot own a tree.
Even in my own backyard they don't belong to me!
No one can own the starlight; no one can own the sun.
No person owns a river, it simply can't be done!
No one can own a desert, the planets or their moons.
We’re all just One Race: Human, same words with many tunes!
No one may claim ownership to TEAR or SMILE or SIGH!
Or take away your DREAMS so...
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Tennessee Owns My Soul
Orbison dees
Talk about troubles, I tell you I got em shovellin sand on the mississipi bottom
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I killed me a man in shelby county, they turned me in for the government bounty
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Tennessee owns my soul, that little georgia gal just wouldnt listen
She tried to run away with stoney lee I caught him and I put him six feet under
I wonder if he misses me? tennessee owns my soul
Rottin in a cell I try to forget her, wishin like hell Id never ever met her
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Gotta get away, gotta see my baby, gotta leave tonight, shes drivin me crazy
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Tennessee owns my soul, if I can get as far as lookout mountain
Highway twenty four will carry me to the girl I killed another man for
Even then I know I wont be free, tennessee owns my soul
I make it to the top of the twenty foot wall, the guard - Im hit, and I think Im gonna fall
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Laying on a broken back and cryin, everythings goin black and Im dyin
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah tennessee owns my soul, tennessee owns my soul
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invated by worry, fret and anxiety.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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An Inky Octopus Gripping Evil
evil never sleeps
evil owns the night
evil owns the day
evil walks day proud
owning many properties
wall street stock options
evil owns the night
owns secrets in the night
owns secrets sold by night
in many purchased places
evil has its patch
evil has many patches
an evil patch for every trade
evil buries innocence with a spade
an evil patch may be but
a few fought over city blocks
syndicated global patches
are octopus evil tentacles
some evil patches
are bigger spread
than many countries
evil marries drugs
makes mega money
addicts inject honey
drug withdrawal cold turkey
evil error terminates abruptly
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A creditor is worse than a slave-owner; for the master owns only your person, but a creditor owns your dignity, and can command it.
quote by Victor Hugo
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The Skyline Man
I saw today
For the first time
The skyline man
Flying his airplane
30,0000 feet in the sky
And it was amazing
Because at the same time the birds were flying in the sky
How could I forget that birds and airplane share the sky with each Other?
The birds own the sky but the skyline man doesn't own the sky
So who owns the sky?
I am afraid that God owns the sky
And God gave the perfect name to it
He named it sky
He also created the skiline man
So he could fly his airplane into the sky
The skyline man
Is the lucky one because he can fly all over the world
In his airplane
Also I believe that the weather plays a role in his life
While he is flying
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Clock
Unmoved, move hands shaped twain
Wound in metal optic nerves,
To wisdom, beauty, love and youth
As if all heaven condensed, allied,
With stealthy minutes creep
As eternal breath itself, alive
That owns not man's dominion
Yet he owns to it his passing years.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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The world that owns your talents
The world that owns your talents,
The world that owns your breath-
The world will not make up its mind,
Till you have tasted death.
The world will hold your body,
The world cradle your bones;
The world which offers nothing
Might give your words a home.
poem by Patti Masterman
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The Land Was Always There
Delagoa Bay!
Who owns Papa's Land?
Read the history of Africa and tell me the truth;
For the land was always there before someone came on it,
And the eggs do have lesser life span to live.
Someone came and pluck the fruit from the tree,
For the land protected it and the shades of love covered it;
But who owns Papa's Land?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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He Who Owns the Universe
Glorious is our Lord,
In his station up above,
Glorious, the one adored,
With his endless flow of love.
He who owns the heavens,
The earth and planets far,
He who owns the universe,
Sun, moon and each bright star.
We are but a speck,
In his wide and wondrous hands,
We are but a fleck,
In his wide and pleasant lands.
He will always constant be,
Our guardian at our side,
He will always be continually,
Our Saviour and our guide.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Nobody Owns Me
Nobody owns me
I dont wanna be anybodys fool
No one can make me do
What I dont want to do - no, no
Nobody owns me
Nobody but you
Im gonna follow my heart
Wherever it leads oooh
Im not afraid of my destiny - oooh
Theres another point of view
It takes me back to you
I wanna dream my dreams
And live them too - oooh
Do a million things before Im though - oooh
Theres another side of me
That only you can see
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Paper And Ink
Touched the mirror
Broke the surface of the water
Saw my true self
All illusions shattered
Money's only paper only ink
We'll destroy ourselves if we can't agree
How the world turns
Who made the sun
Who owns the sea
The world we know will fall piece by piece
Sat down up close to the colored black hole
Like they'd always told me not to
Saw the one dimension polka dot pacifier
And all illusions shattered
Money's only paper only ink
We'll destroy ourselves if we can't agree
How the world turns
Who made the sun
Who owns the sea
The world we know will fall piece by piece
Bared myself wholly heart and body unadorned
Stripped down solely
To the evil and the good
Felt no shame
Naked to the world
And all illusions shattered
Money's only paper only ink
We'll destroy ourselves if we can't agree
How the world turns
Who made the sun
Who owns the sea
The world we know will fall piece by piece
Faced towards the sea
Looked to heaven up above
Felt the world revolve around me
No one could tell me otherwise
But the turbulent waters won't reflect this life
Only the sun the moon and sky
And all illusions shattered
Money's only paper only ink
We'll destroy ourselves if we can't agree
How the world turns
Who made the sun
Who owns the sea
The world we know will fall piece by piece
Money's only paper only ink
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Paper & Ink
Touched the mirror
Broke the surface of the water
Saw my true self
All illusions shattered
Moneys only paper only ink
Well destroy ourselves if we cant agree
How the world turns
Who made the sun
Who owns the sea
The world we know will fall piece by piece
Sat down up close to the colored black hole
Like theyd always told me not to
Saw the one dimension polka dot pacifier
And all illusions shattered
Moneys only paper only ink
Well destroy ourselves if we cant agree
How the world turns
Who made the sun
Who owns the sea
The world we know will fall piece by piece
Bared myself wholly heart and body unadorned
Stripped down solely
To the evil and the good
Felt no shame
Naked to the world
And all illusions shattered
Moneys only paper only ink
Well destroy ourselves if we cant agree
How the world turns
Who made the sun
Who owns the sea
The world we know will fall piece by piece
Faced towards the sea
Looked to heaven up above
Felt the world revolve around me
No one could tell me otherwise
But the turbulent waters wont reflect this life
Only the sun the moon and sky
And all illusions shattered
Moneys only paper only ink
Well destroy ourselves if we cant agree
How the world turns
Who made the sun
Who owns the sea
The world we know will fall piece by piece
Moneys only paper only ink
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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The Clouds Of Narcissus
the clouds of narcissus pass by today
along a clear pond by the side of a rice paddy
they stop to get a good glimpse of their faces and bodies
cottony white, shades of blue, pluffy, and soft
they stop and take a longer gaze, admiring every
beauty of its hands and fingers, a longer time
an island of grass some reeds and dry leaves
get curious about what is happening why the clouds
stop and made a longer stare over the clear reflection
of their bodies on the little pond. They talk. They are curious.
and then the clouds finally get done with what is usual.
they left. Slowly sail away from what they are seeing lovingly.
Nothing happens since then. They own no one.No one owns them.
They leave. They do not know how to love. Neither are they loved.
They are gone. The island of grass is silent. The reeds hush.
And the pond has become murky.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Morning Musings A La Prayer To The Wind And The River
there is pain on my right side
there is something living in there and growing
it is silent
and decent and reserved
it is blind and like all blind creatures
its sense of touch has been well defined
it is touching me
and listening
i am ignoring it
it can take me soon to places that i know
exist and can ostracize me from
friends
it can silence me too
like a raging river that finds its
place of peace
some brown leaves float there
on undisturbed waters
i can hear only the soft wings of butterflies
fluttering
somehow there is pain that sometimes i cannot ignore
but i have accepted them
as my new friends
it will stay with me and then will take me
and i will be gone
but i have always been a brave man
and i am not
at all
complaining
after all, i own nothing and will take nothing
it is it that owns me and so it is it that will take me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Can Sing The Same Songs
we can sing each other the same songs
on the radio.
meaning overwhelms reality
sometimes.
magic circumvents
identity.
i could believe that i was made for him...
i could believe he summonsed me,
called me forth, a spirit;
forth from some abyss
to do his bidding,
forth from my stone crysalis
to become
what he might need.
i could believe that i'm some kind
of human robot he has had designed,
with cutting edge technology,
complete with
programmed memories of the past
and poloroids in hand.
i could believe that he sought me,
that he chose me,
that somehow he owns me;
like the earth owns the moon,
like the sky owns the stars.
he holds me, like a gift that is
still in it's wrappings
as tho yet undecided...to open or not
i could believe
most anything,
it seems. i've seen it all.
i've seen identity and will
become abandon in a glance.
my mind relents
allowing space and time
for broader circumstance
as bliss takes on the garment
of belonging.
we can sing each other the same songs on the radio,
meaning overwhelms reality,
sometimes.
magic circumvents
identity
i could believe that he belongs to me.
poem by Moon Batchelder
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Who Owns My Heart
Who owns my heart?
Go owns my heart of course
Because he fills my heart with love everyday
So that my heart can run smooth
Just the same way us the car but except that the car runs on gasoline
And not my heart
But what happens when my heart runs out of lovre?
It becomes weak und it stalls every second because there is no fuel to Move it
And when the car runs outof gasoline the same thing happens it stalls also
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Nature's Hymn to the Deity
All nature owns with one accord
The great and universal Lord:
The sun proclaims him through the day,
The moon when daylight drops away,
The very darkness smiles to wear
The stars that show us God is there,
On moonlight seas soft gleams the sky
And 'God is with us' waves reply.
Winds breathe from God's abode 'we come,'
Storms louder own God is their home,
And thunder yet with louder call,
Sounds 'God is mightiest over all';
Till earth right loath the proof to miss
Echoes triumphantly 'He is,'
And air and ocean makes reply,
God reigns on earth, in air and sky.
All nature owns with one accord
The great and universal Lord:
Insect and bird and tree and flower--
The witnesses of every hour--
Are pregnant with his prophesy
And 'God is with us' all reply.
The first link in the mighty plan
Is still--and all upbraideth man.
poem by John Clare
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