It Is The Rain Trickling
always remember the sound of the trickling rain
always pay attention to its sadness
always greater than yours
the seemingly endless trickling of the rain
at night
when you are alone in your room
notice the notes
to make it a very sad song
appeasing your
heart
every trickle has a meaning
subsumed in another
trickle
mind it well
and you will never be alone again
mind the sound of sadness
get used to its rhythm
understand
the meaning hidden in every
granule of waterdrops
then, you will fear nothing
in this chant
this poetic trance this awareness
of falling
and its meaning
only then will you understand
what sunshine means what rising means
what everything else
to someone like you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Coffee And Music And Rain
as you play the piano
the rain outside has not ceased
the notes fall like rain
music is a crying
song
the cries become music
to my ears
there is no sadness that
is sadness per se
because sadness has meaning
it has a purpose
just like every note that
must have a place in this afternoon
sonata
to create that blend of
sweetness and bitterness over a cup
of brewed coffee
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I cannot know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it. What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me — that I understand. And these two certainties — my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle — I also know that I cannot reconcile them. What other truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope I lack and which means nothing within the limits of my conditions?
quote by Albert Camus
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Displacement Reaction
Thoughts wander in a desert
Rain give them meaning and peace
But sometimes
Deserts flood by rain.
What senses microscope
Paints the weather that we feel
Sometimes too much paint poisons the heart
The heart confides to the mind.
The mind feels afraid
And the symptoms show in mirrors
The fear it feels
Is the fear of possibility.
Not knowing
Only initiates as fear
God performs displacement reactions
Fear is displaced with hope.
When it floods
Remember god
He gave you the mind
To make a boat.
poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
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Rain Tears
Rain tears falling make no sound- but
Rain tears wn’t wash the lies - though
Rain tears trickle to the ground, - but
Rain tears still seem flood my eyes
poem by David Child
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Meaning Of War
Meaning of war
War means bombing
War means explosions
War means fire
War means destruction
War means hating
War means mutilation
War means killing
War means tears
War means guns
War means loss
War means not of who is right
War means not of who is wrong
War means only of whom is left
poem by Oscar Montano
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Question Meaning
The meaning of the question
Is to always question meaning,
The meaning of life,
And the life of meaning.
The life unquestioned
Means very little,
Just as a life left meaningless,
Without question, has very little life.
Therefore, we all should daily question
The meaning of life,
By doing so, life's Meaning
Will unquestionably, each day, find us.
Remember: we are free to question meaning;
May we become free enough to
Let it freely question us.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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All Her Days
All her days are softly going by
With some dreams to be forgotten
Like clouds that are always in the sky
Only to drift away and be forgotten
Sunshine and rain each day sunshine and rain
Life is sometimes a dream rising high
With every opportunity coming to be
Or some loneliness that cannot die
Only to become an inside part you and me
Sunshine and rain each day sunshine and rain
There are dreams that cannot be hidden away
In the mirrors of glasses that make a day
Every love song
is rising in high
With the times
that come with new spring
And its hopes
with the dreams still lie
Bringing worth
to recollections of old gone thing
Sunshine and rain each day sunshine and rain
*(Thanks go to the late John Denver, for his song ‘Fly Away’, for without, this could not have happened) .
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Are You Sad?
You sound so sad,
Are you really
Sad?
Is your garden
Without any
Flower?
I am sad.
You doubt the sound
Of
My sadness?
What does
Sadness really
Sound
Like?
Does it sound like
A seagull’s journey
Along soundless
Stream on a
A dimming orange
Sunset, at the
Sea’s
Horizon
Homeward bound
Alone?
Is sadness in
True sadness
Sound at
All?
Is sadness not the
Maimed mouth
& death of the
Tongue?
The sound of my sadness
Is the sound of your
Sadness
You read me
In between
Some lines
In that imaginary
Phrase
Perhaps if you look for
Some flowers, or
Even a single flower
In-there
You may find it
If you really
Insists
But
You have to put
The flower
Yourself
Out-there
Sowing the seed
Of sensitivities
Who knows
If later, happiness
Grows
Like some unwanted
Weeds &
They would be many,
Not just one.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sadness Is Twilight
SADNESS IS TWILIGHT
Sadness is twilight
Sadness is old age
Sadness is the waiting
For one who will not come-
Sadness is this fading inside
This sinking we cannot define-
Sadness is this sadness
This loss of all meaning
And all rhyme.
Sadness is sadness
Fading and decline.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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In The Rain
Sunshine
Caressing warmly
So fun
Count to make laugh
But when you alone
And everybody's gone
Only with sorrow
What are you hiding in the rain?
Grey clouds
Come approaching
Weather
So fast changing
The air turning cold
Stabbing in your skin
In the flooding road
What are you waiting in the rain?
Run fool
Or face the most fear
Let fall
Or try fighting
Do you never know
All human carry storm
In their high and low
What are you seeking in the rain?
If fine
Why hurts so much?
If pain
What's the meaning?
You seem so broken
Of past long forgotten
And tears start to flow
What are you crying in the rain?
Never to fail
Never to wail
Again
Never give up
Never to lose
The gain
The scent of sadness
The beat of bitterness
Dark and gloomy thought
All will be washed in the rain
Living
But lack of willing
Nightmare
Disturb the sleeping
Cause I can't see the truth
Can't catch any words
Behind droplet veil
What are you whispering in the rain?
Harder
One step closer to you
Keeping
Forever distance
The wind blowing strong
Thunder loves to roar
Pouring everyday
What are you holding in the rain?
Shadow
Chase me everywhere
Shower
Heavily trickling
We wondering whose fault
Or it just crazy world
Twisting our heart
What are you dancing in the rain?
Ignore
Flawlessly lying
Reason
Rapidly growing
Anger starts to show
Speaking for our own
Spreading like venom
What are you leaving in the rain?
Misty window
Bleak tomorrow
To paint
Under the sea
Over the sky
We drenched
The hope doesn't go away
The dreams linger and stay
Longing a better day
What are you wishing in the rain?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Definition
Definition
What does that mean?
The meaning of life
The meaning of who you are
The meaning of our dreams
How can we define?
What all that really means
Is it the definition of?
Life
Dose that mean we can be
Anything we want to be
Or is it simply
Do what you say
And be forever free
Is it the definition of?
Who you are
Accept your fallacies
And be a better
Human being
Is it the definition of?
Our dreams
Dream the impossible
And live up to your dreams
And make them all real
Who really knows?
What it all really means
poem by Kaila George
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A Poem Whose Meaning The Poet Does Not Know
A POEM WHOSE MEANING THE POET DOES NOT KNOW
A poem whose meaning the poet does not know
Is a question only its readers can answer.
But if in the silence of endless absence
There are no readers
A poem whose meaning the poet does not know
Becomes a poem which does not exist.
And a poem which does not exist
Is not the poem the poet dreamed
When he heard in the night or the early morning
That rush of music that sequence of sounds
Which seemed to say more than he would ever understand
As he wrote it down in haste
For fear it somehow would be lost.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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You and The Rain That You Have Been Praying For
the rain that you
ask has arrived
do you love the
sonorous sound
on the grass?
do you think much
clearly now?
does the rain make
you feel luckier?
look at the rest of the
creatures they are looking
for a place
where they do not get
wet
where they can have
a little warmth
where they can
for another moment
live
do not ask for meaning
the rain cannot give it to you for now
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poem For Singers Who End Their Song Too Soon
Those who are sad and listen to the night's song
And wait for the sadness to end
Know the sadness can never end
Even if the song ends many times
Night after night there are so many songs
And there is so much sadness
But the sadness never ends
Though the songs end
Sadness is greater than any song
Greater than any night
It goes on and on within us
Whatever the time and whatever the music
Life is a song of sadness
And when life ends
Perhaps then the sadness ends
But before then
Sadness is the song
Night and day and always
Sadness is the song we sing without end
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Rain Fragrance
The trickle rhymes, the heavy drums
The lullaby song, that’s the sound of the rain
Sudden cold shot, soothing wet blanket
Bath from heaven, that’s the touch of the rain
Sour of loneliness, bitter of anger
Salt of tears, that’s the taste of the rain
Aroma of soil, scent of grass
The air freshener, that’s the smell of the rain
Battle of nothingness, curtain of farewell
Crime romance, that’s the look of the rain
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The poem's flight
A poet, far from his beloved,
wrote a poem full of meaning
and, calling a carrier-pigeon from his loft,
sent it as a white dove to his beloved
It was a long flight
and by the time his beloved read the poem
under the lamplight in her room
its meaning had changed for her
with the course of time and the human heart
If the pigeon, midway on its flight,
had rested in our loft
to drink a little rain, eat a little grain,
and we had read the poem - would it have
any meaning for us?
Where does meaning go
when it is not here?
How does meaning change,
between a smile, a tear?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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As we bask in sorrow
While recently having a conversation with a friend, we discussed 'basking in sorrow, ' which by definition, is an oxymoron.. bask meaning to take great pleasure or satisfaction; and sorrow meaning loss or despair.
It is possible to bask in sorrow. While for one reason or another, sadness consumes you, at the same time you could be quite happy. For example; I am naturally a happy person. Therefor while I may feel constant sadness about a certain situation, I may still be basking; or somewhat happy. (smiling, laughing, having a good time)
Many people have a sadness inside them that is hidden, or in the back of their mind at all times. These people are probably happy, can have fun, and seem to be in good cheer, while the sadness is still there, in their minds or hearts.
Therefor; we bask in sorrow.
Here we sit and bask in sorrow
Secretly begging for the morrow
A smile upon the outside face
Strength that shows as we run our race
Happiness is never too far away
Genuine cheer throughout the day
But a certain sadness wears us down
And being alone makes us frown
For this is what causes our heartache and grief
It hides under smiles, the sly little thief
So though we are basking in our sorrow today
We might soon find something to keep it at bay
poem by Kamryn Chew
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Short
The depth of life
The length thereof
The depth of a life
The years thereof
The depth of your life
The distance from your first wisp of
Earth's worried air of
Life to the finish line of
A life well lived or of
One which was spent waiting for
The future which may or may not
Hold you in it for
Today is given you to
Make all the difference you can and to
Smell all the flowers you can and to
Love as deeply as you can and to
Let laughter break some ribs and to
Let rain drown your tears and to
Give yourself away and to
Worship as truly as you can and to
Leave your worries in yesterday then
Do the things fear won't let you do then
Say the things that matter most then
Do the things you haven't done then
Do the things you have to do and then
Give a life a meaning
Find life's meaning
Hidden in love's meaning
And your life meaning
Breathing in God's meaning
And pick up a book of meanings
To check the short meaning
Of short and find that that's the
Aching distance from the
First intake of air to the
Last release of the same.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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The Rain and the Girl
i just met a girl
who does not carry an umbrella
because she loves
the rain
i do not dare ask her
if she is crying,
if she cries
i am afraid i do not have the right to ask her why
when she gets near me
i have not dared looking into her eyes
i tell myself
it is none of my business
she begins to speak
but i who love the sonorous sound of the rain
has no time to listen
the sound of rain
is more than enough for me
to know
the meaning of pain
this time
after all those long years of listening
i do not think much
the rain speaks
actually for itself
now, i am
writing it
and then the girl is gone...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alphabet Spaces
In my mind rambles
ideas which seek to unscramble
and grant me crystal clear consistency
but the more I try to wrangle
ideas about Physics and Religion
the more they metamorphosize
into same and similar.
The more I learn about anything
the less I know about the whole
of any and all disciplines;
so I succumb to debates about
T's and I's
while forgetting my alphabet.
For example, if I take my own name
and examine it minutely,
space and letter
nano-space by nano-space
I cannot ever
see a whole word or letter.
Therefore, I come away nameless and confused.
So if I wish to learn the whole
of any disciple or subject-area
I have learned
best not to get too smart about
the spaces between the alphabets.
Yet, and this my conundrum, no letter
is ever apparent
unless there are spaces between Alpha and Omega.
So, too, music is a relationship between the sound and the silences-
too much music or sound is ultimately just noise or silence.
So in my mind rambles all these inconsistencies-
what about yours?
So we have the letters of an alphabet, and the spaces in between the letters
which are necessary to understand the words they form and from these empty spaces in between, much like silence and sound form music.
From this relationship we form the words and ultimately sentences, but note sentences alone do not form coherent paragraphs or pages for that matter and ultimately a book.
So what is the moral here? Pay attention to the background as well as the foreground, the seen and unseen since only from these relationships can we glean, true meaning:
too much concentration on the latter, and we miss the meaning embedded in the former.
True creativity means we are versatile in both and it is also the perfect metaphor for the differences and similarities between Science and Religion.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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