in perfect meditation in time of Lent
in a world without chairs
or bed, just floors and walls
and a little leaking light from
the roof, gift from the sky
like a lone star at night
i
unburden thoughts
like slowly my hands are throwing
away the pebbles to the ocean
on a journey to a quite place
where i do not have to
think anymore....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Churches Of This World
since then the churches of the world
have gone mad
undesigned are they
to mangers and sheeps
and no light from any star
gets in
there is no window where
the moon can shine
its roof is a thick as
their self-made tenets
their walls are impenetrable
by the simplicities of our lives
their seats are reserved
for the kinds and
other majesties
there is no crib in there
for the baby to cry
and sleep
its floors in shining marbles
its pillars in gold and silver
that even God
would have second thoughts
coming.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Night Music
Can you hear the lone night music
Coming in so near
When I hear the lone night music
Every nightmare crumbles and they disappear
Can you hear the echoes calling
Speaking in verse
When I hear the lone night music
Everything gets stronger and I lose this curse
Help me break the chains that hold me
Keep me from the truth
I want to feel the hands that raise me
From a low down level to the highest roof
Woh oh night music
I hear it now
Night music
I want to catch the rock thats falling
Roll it back up hill
When I hear the strange night music
The whole worlds turning and Im still standing still
I feel it growing deep inside me
Still Im at a loss
When I hear the strange night music
Its a warning signal theres a bridge to cross
Good news from the next world
Tear yourself apart
X still marks the time and place
To cure your bitter heart
Fell like running water
Water of the soul
Spinning like a spinning wheel
Way beyond control
Spinning like a spinning wheel
Way beyond control
Can you hear the lone night music
Coming in so far
When I hear the lone night music
Its a lonely planet its a burning star
I want to swim the widest ocean
Diving in so deep
When I hear the lone night music
Coming in so near
When I hear the lone night music
All my nightmares crumble
And they disappear
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Dialogue
The Lone Star: Why are you looking at me?
Me: : For a soulful company
The Lone Star: I am so above, you are far below
Me: : My heart yearns for a distant fellow
The Lone Star: Do I not blink too often!
Me: : My pulse beats too fast, O listen!
The Lone Star: I am a citizen of a cold universe
Me: : My heart warms for you and will never lapse
The Lone Star: I float alone like a wanderer
Me: : I can touch your reflection on a dew's sphere
The Lone Star: You miss me when there is a day's light
Me: : You sleep so quiet in depth of a day's bright
The Lone Star: For ages lonely I am here
Me: : When I shall leave my place, I will be right there
Shamik Bose 6.6.2010 Calcutta
poem by Shamik Bose
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Journey From A Small Place
I think I'll journey out some day to wondrous lands afar,
Or even chart a journey to a distant blazing star.
I make a journey in a paper
A contemplation ink in white field
I make a journey inside the book
Traveling my imagination in the word ocean
I make a journey under the table
A furious food battle on the ground
I make a journey on top of the roof
Transforming myself among the cloud in the sky
I make a journey outside the glass
A different possibility faces on the transparent canvas
I make a journey at the bridge
Clearing the dark shadow with the water current
I make a journey above the tree
An adventure child who never stops to grow
I make a journey over my pillow
Bringing a piece of dream to reality world
poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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Happiness
The great stone Hall is silent
that is now millennia old.
Through the western windows
shines a glorious sun.
It floods the walls and floors,
the tables, chairs and doors,
panelling, pictures, artefacts
and illumines every one
until the wraiths that gather
cry out in their joy,
'Everything is gold!
Whatever is, is gold! '
A majestic cloud
emerges from the southern sea,
slides across the western sky
blotting out the sun.
Light through those western windows
pales to a thin grey day.
It dims the walls and floors,
the tables, chairs and doors,
panelling, pictures, artefacts
pales every one
until the wraiths in the shadows
cry out in dismay,
'Gone is gold, the gold is gone!
All joy has passed away! '
poem by Brian Taylor
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The Paradox Between Us
I'm back to my comfort zone
it is an island
inside you where i live
when you look at it
carefully
like a telescope to the star
farthest from you
i am actually outside
everyone
your hands can touch me
but it is only my pair of hands
there is more to my fingers
that drip like rain from a leaking roof
which falls on the floor
and goes down the drain
until it is lost and no one can find it
not even myself who proclaims that
i know much better than anyone else
i am not true and that it is a fact.
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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Shoot The Shooting Star
you wished upon a star
the first star
was a fake
you wished upon another star
it was a failure
you wished upon the third star
it was useless and gave you nothing
you wished again on the fourth star
it was ungrateful and took almost everything from you
and then another star
and then another star shooting before you
they all gave you despair
and you believe not
on any star anymore
then you learned to live
without any star
the stars are not true
and you are so disappointed
with all the falsities they are telling you
finally
you have this shotgun in your hand
and then this lone shooting star came one night
splendid in such a dark space
you shot it
hit it
and there it exploded, shattered
it was the only star intended for you
and it was true
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Journey From Small Place
I make a journey in a paper
A contemplation ink in white field
I make a journey inside the book
Traveling my imagination in the word ocean
I make a journey under the table
A furious food battle on the ground
I make a journey on top of the roof
Transforming myself among the cloud in the sky
I make a journey outside the glass
A different possibility faces on the transparent canvas
I make a journey at the bridge
Clearing the dark shadow with the water current
I make a journey above the tree
An adventure child who never stop to grow
I make a journey over my pillow
Bringing a piece of dream to reality world
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Towards the Sea
Warm sea salt and ocean's brine
Lifts dull spirits that contently reside
In the souls of broken pride
Rocking boats and clean white sails
Follow night's star's golden glares
To a place far, far away
Where grown youth can come to play
In one's faithful, soulful journey-
Now on the sea, there is no more yearning
We ourselves, mix into our own reality
As lone, but grateful submarines
Sinking low and diving deeper
Into a sea of equal dreamers
Towards the sea and ocean's way
Where there is no law to say
That this is what we do today
That this is what we have to face
In this sea of possibilities
Where the mind and body travel lightly
We all wait for tomorrow's wake
And towards the sea, we come to make
Future promises that we will lay
Down in stone and above the waves
And into what the sea cannot take
A simple life bound to it's way
poem by Taylor Coleman
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Into Something New
he prepares into something.
it is new, the way to throw possibly all things,
those old polo shirts
unused shoes, so many back packs,
lessen the load, and
possible empty the house
and then what you see are only floors
and walls and
then you start removing those walls
and floors and
for the last time you go down the
stairs and
with the use of an ax you break
each step
and then you say now you are ready
into something new
walking on the bridge on the river
and then
upon arriving at the other side
you burn everything
the river is the witness
sole witness
since no one is there anymore
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Moon Girl
sometimes it seems the night will last forever
sometimes it seems that darkness always falls
a dark star woke you up and with a dark star, you go to bed
you're sinking slowly into the deep
you wonder if you ever touch the ground
where you would walk through sparkling spheres,
on strangest drugs and without fears
you feel just like a little girl
and all your dreams lie frozen on the moon
you left them ther some time ago
but it ain't true that you don't need them anymore
you are so beautiful, you are so very beautiful
don't give up , kill the pain, don't start crying again
here it comes, here it comes, the golden handshake of life
you are so beautiful, you are so very beautiful
keep the faith, stop to fight
and walk out into the night
you're so strong, yes you are
reach out for your star....
even those who are afraid to live
they're dying some day
sometimes it seems that silence crawls all over
sometimes it's hell inside and hell out there
your heart is nothing but a haunted place
is that you in the mirror?
you're all alone inside a world
full of confusion and of strange alarms
and though your courage left you long ago
it doesn't mean that you don't have it anymore
song performed by by Alphaville
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What's In New York?
What's In New York? ' by Jenim Dibie.
It is said God dwells in the Northern pole...you know, up above...skies, clouds, and heaven above...I first heard 'New York', an awesome ballad by Snow Patrol in January,2012...Ever since then, every time I play it, especially when I'm going through...you know, stuff, an indelible image plays in my mind...I see me, little me, with a kite I think, running on a hill with a beautiful field, waving with one hand to God who's watching me from North above...I'm screaming out loud the chorus of the song:
'Come on, Come out
Come here, Come here
Come on, Come out
Come here, Come here'
He hears me and advances from up above toward me who is in 'New York', as I run showing him the state of my life, the state of the world...Then I start to tell him the reasons he shouldn't be Northward but right here beside me in 'New York'(The world) ...
'The lone neon light and the ache of the ocean and the fire that was starting to spark...I miss it all from the love to the lightning and the lack of it snaps me in two...Just give me a sign that there's an end not a beginning to the quiet chaos driving me mad...the lone neon light and the warmth of the ocean and the fire that is starting go out'...
He then dances with me for a while to the song of all songs(my life) .
Ponder on how the world was when it all started(the fire that was starting to spark) . Wonder on how the world is now it's all beginning to end(the fire that is starting to go out) . In one of my poems I wrote: 'Many a child born hath been the world to adorn, but sin hath turned the diamond to scorn'. The world lies in darkness, it needs a 'hero', 'a lone neon light'. You are that light, don't blend in, don't fade away. You were put in 'New York' to make it a better place. Are you? ... Love really is lacking in the world, that's why we kill each other and do the things we do which know in our hearts of hearts are wrong. The lack of love snaps me in two. Where is your love? ...
Days come and fly away like nothing, but time leaves you an unwanted gift ~ a wrinkle. Days come and go their way...What are you doing? ...What are you doing? ...Let the fire/passion begin to spark again, let the heat of the ocean remain...the young are dying away, don't waste your days I pray.
Love and show the world the way.
P.S: I have a weird imagination that's probably never been seen in the biography of the world. I have used to beautify 'New York' through poetry. What do you have? Use it. I love you.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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I Am Who I Am
I am who I am.
I am not that piece of clay you could mold into the being-
So like the model statue you purchased to decorate your life.
I am who I am., your one and only.
You wanted three others to
Complete the painting of your ideal life.
I am a tree alone in the woods
That for some unknown reason stopped growing and
Was blown to pieces of bark by a hurricane-
But I am who I am and
You were the hurricane that shattered
Your own dream of the person you wanted me to be-
After my first fall you cried every night,
I was told, and my tears were dry but copious.
Restrained and locked in a room called seclusion, where
Floors were urine stained and paint peeling off the walls-
This place where crazy people were confined,
Alone to scream, cry and pound upon the walls.
My screams, blood curdling as a car smashing into another.
My tears, I wept –could you hear?
Pounding upon the walls-they could have shattered while
More paint chips fell upon the filthy, dusty floors.
I am who I am. A lone person with no facial expression painted
And in a reclining position-in the midst of an incomplete picture
Where three other people were never drawn, because they were never born.
I am who I am- your one and only- and you have been gone for twenty years.
I am a tree alone in the woods that had fallen but was somehow replanted and
Grew to touch the sky. If you could see me now, perhaps
I would more resemble that ideal statue and you may be proud
To see the person I have become. But I shall never know for certain and neither shall you.
I am who I am- a lone figure standing against a plain piece of paper, though
With an expression of thoughtfulness and perhaps even a smile and
Now my tears can be seen because it may not matter that I am your one and only
Because I have grown to be somebody you may be proud to see.
I weep plentiful tears of dismay because you are too far away for me to reach-
I am who I am and there are no paint chips falling and I can see my reflection
Upon the clean and polished floors and some place in the back of my mind
I am hoping you can in your own way, see it also-
I am who I am- not a failure but a strong brave person who is like
A tree in the woods that shall never stop growing until I touch the sky,
Where you are in heaven and there we will meet and you would be proud
Of the person I have grown to become and that I am who I am- your daughter.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Beach Chairs
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the setting sun
holding hands and reminiscing
how it all begun
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the ships out on the sea
holding hands and smiling
together we're meant to be
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching people walking past
holding hands and knowing
that our love will always last
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the waves along the shore
holding hands we realize
our love is stronger than before
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the changing tide
holding hands with happiness
to be by each others side
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the sunrise
holding hands with tears of joy
there are no more good-byes
poem by Joyce Ebrecht
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On The Road
I 's boun' to see my gal to-night--
Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
De moon ain't out, de stars ain't bright--
Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
Dis hoss o' mine is pow'ful slow,
But when I does git to yo' do'
Yo' kiss 'll pay me back, an' mo',
Dough lone de way, my dearie.
De night is skeery-lak an' still--
Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
'Cept fu' dat mou'nful whippo'will--
Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
De way so long wif dis slow pace,
'T 'u'd seem to me lak savin' grace
Ef you was on a nearer place,
Fu' lone de way, my dearie.
I hyeah de hootin' of de owl--
Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
I wish dat watch-dog would n't howl:--
Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
An' evaht'ing, bofe right an' lef',
Seem p'int'ly lak hit put itse'f
In shape to skeer me half to def--
Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
I whistles so's I won't be feared--
Oh lone de way, my dearie!
But anyhow I's kin' o' skeered,
Fu' lone de way, my dearie.
De sky been lookin' mighty glum,
But you kin mek hit lighten some,
Ef you 'll jes' say you's glad I come,
Dough lone de way, my dearie.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Star
Maurice white, eddie del barrio & allee willis
In the sky, shines a star, spaces,
Near and far, calling out, who you are
And smiling in the night.
Star light, star bright beam across the
Sky -- falling, calling can you tell me why --
Star light, star bright mighty light to see.
Shining, smiling down on you and me --
Star hides from the rain, it turns
Against the pain, fooling many in the game
While smiling in the night --
I can feel the dark, take the night,
Apart, but then, the stars come out
And lift my heart --
Believing, theres a star, for everyone
Makes it easier, to recall, that together
For the children of the world -- theres
A star smiling for us all
Star, shining high, cultivating my desire
Graceful in the sky
And smiling in the night
Chorus out
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Through My Eyes
I believe-
I believe my thoughts are being broadcasted
I believe you can see my world through my eyes-
When your eyes are closed, I believe that you can hear my thoughts
My thoughts that speak of persecution and threat
These thoughts, as directed towards the rest of the world.
I place my hands over my eyes so that
What is inside of mind does not become
The literature of other people-
Even though my thoughts are silent
When your eyes make contact with mine,
All that I am thinking screams out to you and
I know you wish to harm me.
I believe-
I believe I am being threatened
Being threatened by those who follow my path,
Walking behind me, and somehow
Knowing my destination-
The leaves upon the trees have fallen in autumn and
Now the trees are barren, and I have no place to hide.
This whole world has become the enemy.
I believe my thoughts are broadcasted as I walk,
Kicking aside stones and the leaves that have fallen-
Snow has fallen upon the edge of time and
I stand upon the edge of time, counting the minutes-
Counting every second before the whole world knows of
The anger, hurt and my thoughts misconstrued,
That are torturing me every day and every night-
All I can do is to keep on walking and hope
That one day this mistrust of the world shall
Heal inside my troubled mind and somebody’s eyes
Will make contact with mine and say
“it doesn’t matter to me what you are thinking because
You are a person with a heart and a soul like everyone else and
I believe we all have faults-“ I look towards the sky searching for an increment of hope A world exists inside of me- a beautiful world I hope someday will not matter
If I let somebody inside to see- to know my destination and
I won’t need to hide anymore- when spring comes flowers shall blossom and
Leaves shall grow in the summer- and in the autumn leaves shall turn colors and fall-
I shall continue my journey towards the day I can learn to trust the world around me,
As I kick aside the stones and the fallen leaves as I walk-
With my eyes open to the world, my spirit, unafraid.
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Feeling The Coming Of Something Still Far But Sweeter
i do not wish
that you will consider my arms
as your prison cell
i do not have those arms now
i have fingers spreading like
wings
and i do not wish to hold you
with the sharpness of
my claws
i do not know what it tight anymore
everything i have
are loose
what i have in my hands
are no longer yours
i grope an empty room
feeling no walls
and floors
there is this first flight and i have no
fear
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Spaceship One
Spaceship 1
Wonderful night stars so close took a step ladder up to
the roof terrace and picked one it shone so bright, put
It on the mantelpiece where it slowly faded into a blob
like a balloon thrown out of a passing car and run over
hundred times. Tried to put it back but the heaven was
too far away, but I saw the hole in the velvety carpet.
Threw the damp blob into the rubbish bin in the yard,
next day the bin was gone so I drove into town, bought
a new one. The following night was wonderful too but
stars kept well away from my grasping hands, my star
was now back in its place; in the morning I had two bins
one looked slightly frizzled at the edges.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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