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In That Place...

arriving there
we begin to change
we shed off
all shreds
all colors of expectations

we have learned
that we do not really need
the rainbow
neither its tail end
nor its bridge

we are met with the
substance
of having to hold on to
a horizon
without sun

the weight of
nothing
that gives no odor
that bears
no weight even
that of a feather

when we ask
how come that despite everything
the growing and blooming
there is still
the quintessence of an
existence

we are only embraced by those
incomplete arms
hands without fingers
face without eyes

yet somehow we are amazed
it is the face that sees everything
it is the arms that is warmer
without those fingers

with all the feelings of wants
we have become less of what we are
when we have shed
everything like all the leaves of those trees
we have met the essence of space
the comfort of the wind
the soothing silence

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Weight

Against the day I am powerless
so I rise
to face it
in the mirror.
Finding
a vaguely
familiar face
I wash it,
shave it,
prepare it
for a world that will not see it.

The children are first off the mark.
They are young
and carry
less weight.
When does it change?
When will they feel
gravity as if for the first time?

My wife is next to leave.
She carries
the weight
so gracefully
it looks
effortless.
The strength
of this Woman
keeps it all
from collapsing in on us.

The weight that is mine comes in pieces
I
can
barely
lift.
They are
in my chest,
on my back,
arms
and legs.
Without crutches
I am hopeless, cannot walk out the door.

This weight is not the same for you and me.
This weight
has a cost.
This weight
demands
its due.
This weight
exacts its toll.
This weight
commands
we each have our own price to pay.

poem by Ronald Shields
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Loving Arms

(jans)
If you could see me now
The one who said that shed rather roam
The one who said shed rather be alone
If you could only see me now
If I could hold you now
Just for a moment if I could make you mine
Just for a while turn back the hands of time
If I could only hold you now
Ive been too long in the wind
Too long in the rain
Taking any comfort that I can
Looking back and a-longing for the freedom of my chains
Lying in your loving arms again
If you could hear me now
Singing somewhere through a lonely night
Dreaming of the arms that held me tight
If you could only hear me now
Ive been too long in the wind
Too long in the rain
Taking any comfort that I can
Looking back and a-longing for the freedom of my chains
Lying in your loving arms again
I wanna be lying in your loving arms again

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Hello, Rainbow!

Rainbow, Rainbow
that was her nickname.
A name she had obtained,
for all the colors she'd appreciate.
Rainbow, Rainbow
that was her calling
to come out in style to show the worlds vibrant.
Rainbow, Rainbow
they laughed at her colors
said she was different
not normal like others.
Rainbow, Rainbow
they took her as a joke.
Just a mere girl looking for attention you know?
Rainbow, Rainbow
lover of rain
not a care in the world of what other people say.
Rainbow, Rainbow
she started too change
The world saw her brightly
now shes all black and grey.
Rainbow, Rainbow
why goes this way.
We've all secretly loved you.
So why not stay the same!
Rainbow, Rainbow
you bring us joy
You shed light too our day.
So go back to your ways
Rainbow, Rainbow
we appreciate your love!
We see differently now
so stay who you are.
Rainbow, Rainbow!
That's who I am.
A girl of 14
who is oddly at best.
Rainbow, Rainbow!
Everyone calls me that.
I'm just a use for you all
, but i don't mind that.
Rainbow, Rainbow
A mirror image I am.
A reflection of colors
that most people don't understand.
Rainbow, Rainbow
you called my name?
Why hello I'm here.
To shed light to your day

poem by Michelle Mawyin
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Hold Me In Your Arms

Rick astley
Weve been trying for a long time
To say what we want to say
But feelings dont come easy
To express in a simple way
But we all have feelings
We all need loving
And who would be the fool to say, that if you
Hold me in your arms
I wont feel better
If you hold me in your arms
We can brave this storm together
We both know theres a problem
A problem that weve got to face
So put your trust in me, lover
No-ones ever gonna take your place
cos we all have a problem
We all have fears
But theres always got to be a way
Yes we all have feelings
We all need loving
And you would be a fool to say, that if you
Hold me in your arms
I wont feel better
If you hold me in your arms
We can brave this storm together
(solo)
You only have to hold me
Touch me to make me feel so good
You only have to hold me
Feel me
To make me feel the way you know I should
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
When you gonna hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
(instrumental to fade)

song performed by by Rick Astley
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Justice, Equality, Compassion, Human!

i spit hammers and nails,
can taste bullets and swords.
my eyes are the bodies
of the innocent that lay dying.
my fingers touch the ribs
of small children starving.
my tongue's made of coal dust,
oil, and death by profit!
my ears hear the cry of freedom
from the cells of the oppressor.
my heart sleeps neath the bridge
with the homeless family at night.
my fists smash the lie and the liar both,
my arms carry the weight
of the working class's lives.
covered with the stink of poverty,
i shed the clothes of pretensions,
apathy, and human greed.
and my desire grows hard
when i see a better day...
my back bears the stripes
of man's mistakes and failures...
i cry justice, i am equality,
i breathe compassion, i am human!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Morning Is Full

The morning is full of storm

in the heart of summer.

The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye,

the wind, traveling, waving them in its hands.

The numberless heart of the wind

beating above our loving silence.

Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees

like a language full of wars and songs.

Wind that bears off the dead leaves with a quick raid

and deflects the pulsing arrows of the birds.

Wind that topples her in a wave without spray

and substance without weight, and leaning fires.

Her mass of kisses breaks and sinks,

assailed in the door of the summer's wind.

(a pablo neruda collection)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gathering Leaves

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.

I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?

poem by Robert Frost
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Loving Arms

If you could see me now
The one who said that shes rather roam
The one who said shed rather be alone
If you could only see me now
If I could hold you now
Just for a moment, if I could really make you mine
Just for a while, turn back the hands of time
If I could only hold you now
Chorus:
Ive been too long in the wind
Too long in the rain
Taking any comfort that I can
Looking back and longing for
The freedom of my chains
And lying in your loving arms again
If you could hear me now
Singing somewhere through the lonely nights
Dreaming of the arms that held me tight
If you could only hear me now
Repeat chorus
I can almost feel your loving arms again

song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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What Child Is This? (feat. The London Symphony Orchestra)

Yesterday the rains came down, there was darkness all around
They told me you had gone to find a new life
But you left no word of where you\\\'d gone, I fell right to the ground
And I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, I\\\'m amazed at the change in me
I\\\'m growing up, getting stronger constantly
I watched the ever-flowing stream as it washed away my dream
I felt like diving in and taking a ride
But the stranger took me by the hand and held me by his side
When I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, I\\\'m amazed at the change in me
I\\\'m growing up, getting stronger constantly
When I remember how I cried and how I nearly died
All for a man who had gone to find a new life
Now I can laugh, my friend\\\'s so fine he never seemed to mind
When I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, I\\\'m amazed at the change in me
I\\\'m growing up, getting stronger constantly
I\\\'m growing up, getting stronger constantly, yeah

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Water Under The Bridge

(lordan)
Yesterday the rains came down, there was darkness all around
They told me you had gone to find a new life
But you left no word of where youd gone, I fell right to the ground
And I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, Im amazed at the change in me
Im growing up, getting stronger constantly
I watched the ever-flowing stream as it washed away my dream
I felt like diving in and taking a ride
But the stranger took me by the hand and held me by his side
When I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, Im amazed at the change in me
Im growing up, getting stronger constantly
When I remember how I cried and how I nearly died
All for a man who had gone to find a new life
Now I can laugh, my friends so fine he never seemed to mind
When I needed all the help I could get to set me on my feet again
Water under the bridge carried my pain away from me
He was there trying to love and comfort me
Water under the bridge, Im amazed at the change in me
Im growing up, getting stronger constantly
Im growing up, getting stronger constantly, yeah

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The Free Restless Spirit

there are people ahead of us
and who enjoy their own fame who like to teach us
how to make frames

that there are desired shapes of words
with their own colors and tones
and like light we ought to mix them
to their own
precise delight

when i was new i had always been clumsy
because i always want to think like them

each hour i command my hands to take their
own shapes of fingers

there are always desired sizes and colors and tones
and for years

i have lived in so much restraint that i finally discern
that i am not free

because i must live the way i ought to be like by them
too suffocating
like i am covering my head with
a helmet
so as not to harm myself
from their preconceived accidents

my voice thinned out and my hands
became moles

then too tired to take their commands
i escaped
into the mountains
and i learned the language of the birds and the trees
the songs of the wind and wilderness

my arms become rivers and my feet mountains
my hair the forest and my eyes the sun and moon
my breath is the wind

this is what freedom does
this is the fruit restlessness

this is the poem that you are reading now.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Journey Towards The Top...

your wish must be
mothered by passion

your first step maybe
desire but it will not
always be the same

the other steps till the
end of your journey
towards that highest peak
will all be bleeding
sacrifices of the feet

you carry with you the
heavy weight of silence
like four sacks of rice
burdening your back

you are no longer fragile
as a morning glory
your eyes pierce the skin
of the ground, daggers all.

you forget your name
you shed off masks
you do not know a face
you keep that spirit

you have become all the
elements of nature: wind,
sea, mountain, space,
meteor, sun and moon,
but you are still one
as the steel self that you
are, a man apart from the rest.

you know beforehand about
your ending, you become a stone
part of the cliff, kissed by
the clouds, sings with the
wind, overlooking the plains.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fugitive

we got the soul
we got the honey
stayed alive
we keep on running

house is on fire
with petrol stain
we stay on the move
ahead of the flames

we are the new
accelerators
faster we go
before they make us

maybe we did
maybe maybe we don't
we see your face
as you throw the stone

i am a fugitive on the run
i carry the weight of what i've done

those born a sweat
through eyes of love
bring more light
than five thousand hertz

it's not where you're from
or where you go
or what you believe
it's more than you know
open your head
open your head
hold me close as you jump off the edge

[chorus]
i am a fugitive on the run
i carry the weight of what i've done
so don't carry the weight
don't carry the weight
i don't carry the weight

you can't change the world

song performed by by Bush from Golden State
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Changing Seasons

Trees begin to shed
their clothing,
leaves change colors

turning brown then
gold,
falling from their
homes,
to be blown away.

they stand alone
bare in distress
for all to see.

the wind whistles
through the pines,
there's a chill in
the air.

close the door
gently,
days become bitter
cold,
winter has arrived.

poem by Heather Burns
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The Empty Cup, After...

honestly, it was not the tea
that pleased me

its odor and taste
after all those years
the tea finally bored me
there is no more joy in the sipping
no pleasure anymore
in the vapor

this is a little bit surprising
honestly, it is the emptiness of the cup
the hollow space
around its mouth
into its base
that depth of unfathomable silence

that in no end
pleases me,

amazed, i am intrigued
plagued
into the explanation of the burden
that it has passed
to the fingers of my hands.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Consuming Myself

those that strike me
and occupy me
those that consume my mind
i am sucked by this
emptiness
but i bother no more
i wait in ambush in my newly found
silence
i wait when the wind is fed up
when the soil needs no more of
the water
when the leaves begin to fall
because the buds
have taken most of the time
in peace
it was the chaos that do not
shock me
because i have embraced them
because i have known
all of it
from its very first drop
now i have learned
the cycle of another confidence
i stare
at those which do not excite me anymore
i stand straight and hold the hands
of the lust of time
every minute
there is an understanding of every second
my heart does not beat
that much
the surprise is gone
the bow shape is lost
the arrow is here
beneath the palms of my own hands
now i look at all these
i am strong
and i begin to leave
walk away
from here that has oppressed me
searching for the divine
and the noble
i take my chances
out there
is the azure beginning
the blue skies
the endless horizon
sun full

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sculptor

he first sculpted a very shapely body of a woman
thin arms, slender body, soft fingers,
porcelain smooth skin
supple breasts
complete with a face
and other
body parts to the last detail
possible

then he sculpted the man
the usual man with strong arms
gentle eyes and well chiseled
thighs
complete with a face
and other body parts to the last detail
possible

he is so kind enough
to leave the two
in the privacy
of their new found existence
that his chisels
and hammers gave them

despite the fact
that he is gay

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And You Will Shed Tears Of Joy

My love so intense
like fragrant musk’s incense
Would
permeate you
hypnotize you
anesthetize you
And you will shed tears of Joy.

My love so hot
like blazing sunspots
Would torment you
torture you
tantalize you
And you will shed tears of Joy.

My love so calm,
like soothing divine balm
Would comfort you
caress you
heal you
And you will shed tears of Joy.

My love so high
like majestic sky
Would shelter you
protect you
comfort you
And you will shed tears of Joy.

My love so forgiver
like pristine pure river
Would cleanse you
purify you
rectify you
And you will shed tears of Joy.

My love so divine
like Old bottled wine
Would energize you
galvanize you
divinize you
And you will shed tears of Joy.

My passion
emanating from divine station
would shock you
rock you
knock you
And you will shed tears of joy.

My emotions
healing as divine potion
would envelope you
embrace you
embarrass you
And you will shed tears of joy.

My divine eyes
calmer than sky
would chase you
daze you
amaze you
My Baby!
And you will shed tears of joy.

ANJALI SINHA
18-12-2008

poem by Anjali Sinha
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The 4th Dimension

I tried and tried
Finally I realized
Why she left this 3d world behind
Go!
She got tired of the same old story
She had a mind that would not quit
Shed insist a plot must exist
With an ending that she could not guess
She tried hard to convince me
Then she took off like a bright idea
She believed there just had to be
A movie that shed never seen
I watched as her fingers drew
A perfect line in space
I watched as she looked on through
Into another place
She found out what shed been missing
She decided she could change her luck
She was right lifes not black and white
Its something more than meets the eye
I watched as her fingers drew
A perfect line in space
I watched as she walked straight through
Into another place
She parted with convention
Now shes living in the 4th dimension
Without me
I tried and tried
And still I dont know why
She left me no address
Or a way to guess
Now shes somewhere in the 4th dimension
Shes living in 4d
She found herself a new direction there
Shes living without me

song performed by by Devo
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Left On The Rock

I saw you from a distance running
Like angel's wings, your arms outstretched
Leaping effortlessly, fueled by the wind.
Yet the leaves on the trees stood still.
Waves of the sea, rippled slowly ashore
Divine control, it would appear!
Forces of the wind echoed
Be careful! Someone yelled.
Too comfortable to heed,
You continued in the wind.
I reached out but unable to touch you.
Felt the wind between my fingers.
Your clothes stuck to your skin.
Moment like decades, I reminisced.
Tears trickled down your face,
Yet you smiled.
Between us that distance widened,
Blowing faster was the wind.
Flowing from my eyes, were my tears,
But mine, for different reasons,
A moment of truth, I guess.
As you leaped towards your new friend.

poem by C. Albert Andrews
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