In Us The Happy Children
when the flood comes
when the thatched roof of houses
start to drown themselves
the children go on
with their games
on bamboo rafts
they begin a journey
of fun
and fantasy
now they are vikings
tomorrow they are the pirates of Penzange
on their penchant
for charm
their laughter over
the rising waters
like their ancestors who lost
nothing
they are now ready to
move
for another soil
on top of a hill
on some grassy grounds again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Double Edged Pleasures
naked children
bathing under the rain
girls stamping their
feet on the water
scattered pleasures
in the rising waters of the river
the boys are at it again
cliff jumping
there are no stones
the rain keeps on pouring
the bamboo raft floats
seeking a strap for home
naked boys and girls
they bathe in the river
long ago there was no malice at all
pure pleasure of angels
the rain keeps pouring
the waters still rising
there is a flood of happiness
at what price tonight?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Anxieties Of A Widow
May stretched its legs into the grave.
Thunder heralds the rains.
Hut on the bank of Kanoli canal
Is not re-thatched this year.
Her infant’s illness made the doctor gay
With all the wages she had kept.
Summer takes the last breath,
But the coconut leaf thatched roof
Is not re-thatched this year.
As the widow stands on the threshold,
The rain clouds gather over her sky
And the wind scatters terror in her corridor.
Will the tattered roof be flown away?
Will the rain drops make pores
On the roof of her life?
Where will her child crawl and smile?
Question waves are thus getting high;
Her canoe is ready to be tossed.
(Summer ends in the month of May and rainy season begins in the month of June in Kerala)
poem by Fabiyas M V
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I'll build you a house!
You lady so bewitching, is your charm,
You lady, disarmed is me, your arrow, my heart is struck
As weaver birds do their houses, on tree tops
As ants make, colonies, for their queens,
As my ancestors, spear in blood they had dipped,
That, their grand sons, would build houses, for their loved ones
So, I'll build you a house, my queen,
Where my ancestors had pointed, with their walking sticks
A place with tall grass where marks were made with sticks
We'll watch the sunsets, and bless the rising moon.
I'll build you a house, my queen!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Ready To Go Home
On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be born
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
So tired I lay down
With these memories
Breathe shallow deep inside of me
If time has run its course with me
Then
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
Ill let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again
song performed by by 10 Cc
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I Hear The Laughter
Writers: leo sayer & johnny vastano
Listning to the falling rain
Always seems to bring her back again
I can remember like it was yesterday
Sound of her voice, her look upon her face
Like children playing childrens games
We joked and laughed at evry passing day
Im so much older, things have changed
Ive realized that now its just too late
I hear the laughter echoin through my brain
I hear the laughter then Im alone again
I tried to forget her heaven knows
Seems theres no direction left to go
I can remember like it was yesterday
I hear the laughter then Im alone again
Im alone again, alone again
I wish that I could hold you now
I wish that I could turn this all around
Its just my foolish fantasy
But that wont bring your sweet love back to me
I hear the laughter, somebody called my name
I hear the laughter and I can feel the pain
I hear the laughter echoing through my brain
I hear the laughter then Im alone again
I hear the laughter, I hear the laughter
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Ready To Go Home
On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord, shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be home
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Sometimes I lay down with these memories
Breathe shallow, deep inside of me
Time has run its course with me
And Im ready to go home
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
I let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again
Music & lyrics by: andrew gold & graham gouldman
song performed by by Asia
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Fantasy Has Been Like Rolling Dice
Fantasy hastens its wings over long hours of play,
Whenever you roll dice probably spells disaster.
Fantasy occupies the soul from a new position;
A solid hope has spun a discord, a funny spell,
One of thatched houses inside which are witches
Only sold as themselves by the well-adventurers
Who delve into the Marco Polo exploration of a life-time.
I want them to win, and Dungeon Masters speak ill of those who are higher.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Echo, The Mocking Bird
to produce the echo
i need one single voice
to make the sound
i need the hill and another hill
sort of wall
where the voice is trapped
and bounce
from one corner to another
and there you have
the echo
you are the sound
i am the hill
and another hill
i am many
much many than you
expect
do you see that tree
higher than your roof?
i am that hill beyond
the grassy field
do you see the mockingbird
sitting on the twig?
please do not mention
any name
do not drag
another one
but if no one admits
well,
it could be me
i supposed so, it can be me too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Is Rising
Those pretty feet are stuck deep in the ground
And all that junk just keeps coming
Must be the time to rearrange it all
Another place another time has called
She is rising above this world
She is heading for an open door
She is rising above this world
She is heading for an open door
Give it up let her in
All she wants is to begin
Give it up let her in
All she wants is to begin
One day he wakes up to a different drum
Rhythm coming from so far away
He had no time to tell anyone
His hips were moving to a perfect sway
He is rising above this world
He is heading for an open door
He is rising above this world
He is heading for an open door
Give it up let him in
All he wants is to begin
Give it up let him in
All he wants is to begin
Give it up let her in
All she wants is to begin
She is rising above this world
She is heading for an open door
Give it up let her in
All she wants is to begin
Give it up let her in
All she wants is to begin
Give it up (she is rising)
Let him in (he is rising)
All he wants is to begin (all I want is to begin)
Give it up (she is rising)
Let him in (he is rising)
All he wants is to begin (all he wants is to begin)
She is rising
He is rising
All I want
All I want is to begin
She is rising
He is rising
Give it up
We are rising
She is rising
She is rising
song performed by by INXS
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First Words
Tie the knot with my mortgaged life –
I have started the self-descent.
Don’t leave me alone –
I have to unload some debts.
It was very disturbing. I have again forgotten
my alphabet and become illiterate.
Your consent is must
for starting a new journey.
I am neither afraid, nor worried
but fever is rising, like a flood
and ridge was collapsing.
The death was unknown to me –
it will come one day as a guest
and stay with me forever.
Times have rattled me enough
and sword hangs from the roof.
Why do I dream such?
The dichotomy between gold and lies
will start one day. I cannot go back
to my dilapidated house where I met the first words.
poem by Satish Verma
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Rising Today
Today I burn in the cold waters of grace
Tomorrow I drown in the hot flames of lust
Today I am what I am
Tomorrow I will be what I was
Reminders of mortality
waters of grace that burn me
flames of lust that drown me
let my epitaph read
TIME DEVOURS ALL
We burned in the blue waters of the Pacific
We drowned in the dark forests of Germany
We lie buried in the swollen mists of time
our resting places unmarked by granite-
we learned that there are no honors
without difficulties in this life
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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I bet when they weren't fighting, Vikings with horn helmets had to stick potatoes on the ends of the horns, so as to avoid eye pokings to fellow Vikings and lady Vikings.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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The children of tomorrow
The children of tomorrow
They are looking on for peace and hope
They keep fixing the damage and the wars we had made.
The children of tomorrow
They are prying to god for all of the good things
They want this mess that we cause to be fixed
The children of tomorrow
They are on the floor bring knowing that they no hope
They had lost the fight to get this problem that we had made.
The children of tomorrow
They are gone carry on for us
That is why we should think do we want this for them
The children of tomorrow
poem by Kelly Berry
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Drowned
Turn me into, another corner.
See Im sideways, Im unopened.
I let it before I lose myself, Im empty and inspired alone
And I swear, I can say to you. and I swear, I can say to you.
So I write it down, and slip away from faith.
Frustrated and anxious to grow.
Addressed in clothes that never fit my mind,
Letters said but never closed last time,
And I can say to you. and I swear, I can say to you.
You tell me...
Oh, when did we start to drown,
You see Ill hold you there.
Oh, when did we start to drown,
Cant you see its time we made it home.
Oh, when did we start to drown? (drown...)
When did we start to
When did we start to drown...
So I see you turn it into your lines my way.
You see Im angry, and Ill set you straight.
Let it before I loes control,
You find out, and Ill fight it alone.
And I swear, I can say to you. and I swear, I can say to you.
Yes, I swear, I can say to you.
Somebody tell me,
Oh, when did we start to drown,
You think Ill hold you there.
Oh, when did we start to drown,
Can you see its time we made it home.
Oh, when did we start to drown?
Always on my mind, time for you temper.
Always on my mind, sent to my mind I know.
Always on my mind, Ill hold your thoughts I swear, always...
So you turn me, so you turn it...
Turn me into another corner,
And you put me in this, this other corner.
Turn it into another corner,
Youll tell me...
When did we start to drown,
You see Ill hold you there.
Oh, when did we start to drown?
Cant you see its time we made it home
Oh, when did we start to,
Drown? ? ? ...
song performed by by Candlebox
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What We Mean....
it is when you are too serious
that this land dies, that this sea dries,
try making things in a manner that gives you fun
learn the games
ride upon the wishes of the ordinary
enjoy the ride like a cowboy upon his red horse on the prairie
do not close the doors of possibilities that this world is
but one playground for all children
that we are after all the children
the results do not actually matter
it is the journey, the fun along the way
the picking of the flowers
the gathering of all the ripe fruits
that the trees have been giving for free
you have overworked yourself
and that is bad enough
try the power of laughter
forget the tough times for they can never be yours forever
look at the waves of the sea
they keep on playing the highs and downs and they arrive at nothing
have fun and then pass the fun for those who have not
reflected about this
the journey is too exciting
the scenes flash like one paradise to another
for we are the children of God
and He did never mean us to cry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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PC Games
PC Games are children's favorite nowadays
Oh! those days have gone
When children used to play in the fields
They used to play football, cricket and hockey...
Now children are busy playing PC games
Various games like Farm Ville, City ville, Empire Earth, San Andreas, Age of Empires etc
Some of them are so addicted to it
They don't study
But others are exceptional
Playing those PC games are harmful for eyes, health etc
Those games are 3D and 2D...
PC games...
What about those old games?
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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Towards the Source of the River Ganges
To run off from the rut
We take to travel across
the rift-valleys of the Himalayas
for plundering its charm
and prospering with a peace of soul,
roving up and down and round
though it made us retch at times;
hearing the noise of the rills,
gushng over rocks and boulders
and dozing often in the breeze
sliding over the green slopes
and bathing in the waters of the Ganges
and breathing solace around.
The shooting stones over the moraine
slip them down sending above
the clouds of dusts
to shroud the houses below
and strike fear into us on looking at them.
The drizzle mizzle
on the russet coloured apples
and thrill them to be sweet
as the hill dwellers are!
We smelt the odour of the apple-orchards
wafted to us by the breeze.
A monkey jumped on the roof of a car
with its nestling kid and travelled
looking back and forth.
A buffalo fed its new born calf
in the shades of a tree
while its keeper was in a deep sleep
listing to the lullaby of the brooks.
If I were a cuckoo
I would sing the charm of these vales
perching on some sky-high tree.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Let The Children Speak
Time - way out of line
A whole nation waits outside
The rhythm of tomorrow
They can dance away their sorrows tonight
Lost - broken and scarred
Prisoner waits outside with his lone heart beating
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Let the children - let the children speak
Aims - dangerous games
Their mother says one false move and we all get hurt
I feel this sense of power I feel it every hour tonight
Lets not get lazy tonight
Things could get crazy cos
One more kick and the door cracks open
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children
Power to the powerless strength unto the weak
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Im begging you now let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children
Power to the powerless, strength unto the weak
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Lets not get lazy tonight
Things could get crazy cos
One last kick and the door cracks open
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Power to the powerless, strength unto the weak
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Things could get crazy tonight
Lets not get lazy cos
One last kick and the door cracks open
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Im begging you now
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children
Power to the powerless, strength unto the weak
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
The language of this world
Lets not get lazy cos
One false move and we all get hurt
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
The language of this world
Things could get crazy
Written by kerr/burchill (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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When I drive through Laingsburg
When I drive through Laingsburg
I wonder why people build houses
in a water-basin,
but who expects
a big cloudburst
with rain pouring down
in the middle of the Karoo?
The word murder now jumps
out of the names of residential areas
and insurers talk about a act of God
as if Laingsburg
is like Sodom and Gomorra
where God let out His judgement
when a flood swept building, houses
and squatter’s shacks
away with its waters
and caused people to drown
and if I would think similar
only the righteous stayed alive,
but it’s nonsense
as a disaster stays a disaster
and here nobody
preached for conversion
and our incompetence
to grasp it
far too easily lies the guilt
on Him from who all good things comes.
[Reference: Laingsburg 25 January 1981.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Waters
The waters rose up from the north and,
Overflew throughout your red valley of love;
And the city within was satisfied with the muse of joy!
But many of the nationals had their houses under flood,
However, the ability of your love was flourished by the waters.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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