Just In Case
just in case we are in the middle of a very
nice and interesting chat and suddenly
a sign appears that i am offline and you
are surprised why i ended the conversation
without the simplest courtesy of 'gtg' or
bye, please think my friend that i meant no
offense at all and surely not a fault of my own
it is this power failure again. So don't you
spend sleepless nights thinking that i am
mad at you or that you have done something
wrong or that this world is a cruel one or that
friends simply cut you off from their line without
any reasonable explanation. It is not that.
it is this power failure again. Not the least,
i must have been groping for the best word
for an ending of my latest poem.Bye baby!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the Way To Success
failure may outnumber success
failure is there
to make you strong
failure may cause pain
but nothing goes in vain
failure keeps you in touch
with reality
failure gives wisdom
failure gives experience
cowards don't fail
It's for the brave
who leave the shore
to sail into unknown
failure is a stop
in the journey of life
don't stop at the bend
today's failure would be
tomorrow's bigger success
failure is the cradle
in which success rocks.
failure is not a sin
failure is the first step for success
failure teaches you how to succeed
failure always helps in your success
failure helps you from failing
if you fail, it's not the end of the world
try!
success will definitely be on your way
so will run away your failure
but...
never forget your failure in life which helped you in your
SUCCESS
poem by Liioona Mohie
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FAiLUREs
If you have become
Another failure
You must always give
Yourself a chance
There are no failures they keep
On saying that.
There are only suspended
Successes.
Everything is temporary.
Just like success.
Just like failure.
Keep on trying.
There is no harm on trying
They keep on saying that.
A failure is nothing
But a blessing in disguise.
Keep on writing then.
Until the perfect poem
Comes along.
Keep on thinking then.
Until the right idea
Reigns.
Keep going.
There is no stopping.
There is no quitting.
My friend,
I am here
Standing before your coffin.
To deliver this eulogy.
You keep on trying.
Until death
Has finally caught you.
Dear friend
Sleep now.
I must say you have
Finally rested
From our failures.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I don’t…but
It is simply shocking how a teeny
Conjunctive word, a tiny little but
Becomes precursor for the agony
Of some. I will explain exactly what
I mean. Case in point: Have you ever had
A conversation like the following?
The person talking says, “please don’t get mad,
I do not intend to hurt your feelings,
But“...then proceeds to do precisely what
He said he wouldn't do. Explanation?
It's ignorance! Instead of keeping shut
His haughty mouth, ending conversation
Continues hurting monologue uncut
Until your forced to say, you kiss my butt!
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Can A Poem Be Written
CAN A POEM BE WRITTEN
Can a Poem be written
In Anger Frustration Fear Disappointment?
Can it be written
In Failure?
Can a Poem be written
When no light shines
And the middle of the night is longer
Than life itself?
Can a Poem be written now
When old afraid sad angry foolish failure me
Cannot even dream?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Actually Some Poems Are Not Meant To Be Understood
forgive me but my poems are not meant to be understood
they are simply meant to be felt
like silk to your hands
just let the feeling slide and it is complete
it is just like a description of something that suddenly passed
you think it is a ghost but it is not
it is just the hush of a wind and it is not driving any point at all
if it refreshes you without thinking of anything at all
and gives you a certain lightness
like you have wings yourself
then the poem has become a poem
it is not meant to be an idea just something
magical and please do not hold it
it is simply meant
to pass and not stay like the wind and the river and
my soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A failure is an opportunity
You fail today; I know how it feels to be a failure.
It will be sad. You mourn alone, nobody mourns for you.
It will be silent. The noise of failure is too much inside
Your ears, lots of evil voices speak, like you are
A nobody
A failure
A disservice, a uselessness, the smallness of you
Like a miniature plastic soldier toy in the cabinet
Set aside for being so unattractive,
You shrink in society, and friends shy away now,
In failure you are alone, and you cry alone, if you
Will it that way,
If you will it,
You fail and forever you are a failure, a loser,
A sore loser,
But think a little deeper this time,
Who in this world never had a failure once in a while?
Isaac Newton, Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein,
Abraham Lincoln, Ronald Reagan, George Bush,
Give me a name, and I will cite their failures,
Give me a name of a man who never failed
And I will show you that dead man in his grave.
My friend, failure is an opportunity to be great
Learn, learn, and learn, take the failure as your
Platform to catapult you to something higher than yourself,
Jump and rise to some other better opportunities,
Learn and be a new person again, stronger and wiser this time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At Least Im Known For Something
Im in and out of conversation
Its hard to keep my attention
Locked down
So dont take offense
To anything I say
I tried so hard to keep you
Coming back my way
But you dont know the half
And Im the one to blame for it
Cause Im best known for failure
Best knows for giving up
Theres nothing I could say
That could matter
That could matter enough x2
I figured out my situation
I am an endless source
Of useless information
Give me bad news cause
Its already been expected
I let my front down and
I know I will regret it
But you dont know the half
And im the one to blame for it
Cause im best knows for failure
Best known for giving up
Theres nothing that i could say
That could matter
That could matter enough x2
Lets get down
To business now
Im saving myself
The trouble in the end x2
But you dont know the half
And Im the one to blame for it
Cause im best known for failure
Best known for giving up
Theres nothing that I could say
And Im the one to blame for it
Yeah Im the one to blame
Best known for failure
Best known for giving up
Theres nothing i could say
That could matter
That could matter enough
song performed by by New Found Glory
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The Power of Good-bye
Cruel friend
Trust built on lies
Holding on to the wound
That will never heal
Beyond repair
Upon the betrayal of a friend.
I only have the strength
For one last word;
Good-bye
Good-bye to sleepless nights
Helplessness in your arms
To a lifetime of your dreams
Power of your screams
There is no strength left in me to fight
Pick your battles
Because you already lost this one
How can I be your friend?
When all that’s left is the strength to say
Good-bye.
poem by Agata Konopka
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No, it is Not your Fault.
Poem Title: No, It is not your Fault. Acrostic Poem 153
No, it is not your fault!
Oh how many times must I say this, it is not your fault.
It is not your fault, from now on I want you to believe it, it is not your fault.
Try always and forever from this time on to master the fact that it is not your fault.
It is not your fault, Nobody is to blame, no thing, no way, no how, it is not your fault.
Since childhood have you not continually taken the blame upon yourself, It was not your fault.
Never wishing to cast doubt upon what a wonderful person you are, It is not your fault.
Out side of the love of friends and family are you seen as just a number, No, it's not your fault.
They may never get close enough to see the light you radiate, No, it is not your fault
Yesterday, troubles, debt, sorrow, disappointment, failure dogged your step, It was not your fault.
Over years, with hindsight your advantage, do you now see the illuminated sign on every corner?
Understanding dawns at last, Understanding all and everything gone before, was not your fault.
Redemption now at hand, you are at the gateway all your skills intact, you are loved with all faults.
Faults have given you a tool bag filled with wisdom, mistakes having been made rectified always.
All ways, All roads, All pathways trod, All modes explored, All embarrassments suffered, never at fault
Unless you count on all you meet as being with all faults, help them then aboard faults and all.
Light their hearts with your love and forgiveness despite the faults, will erase the faults you own.
That fault you thought you had was just my way of Guiding Angels through the maze Alone.
Written in the Now gifted to The 1000th Man with grateful thanks 8th September 2009
poem by Philip Winchester
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There Is Nothing Wrong With Power
'Tis sad to think that many with power abuse it those with power who abuse it weak not strong
There is nothing wrong with having power in the first place it is the abuse of it that is all wrong
For the abuse of power leads to serious crimes against the powerless though power in good hands it is quite okay
And good people with power never do abuse it they use it in the most constructive way
Some people with power are quite benign people and philanthropic one of them can say
But those who abuse their power to the law may never answer though to karma there's a price they have to pay
The abuse of power leads to dictatorial regimes that leads to serious crimes against humanity
In the despicable crimes against women and children the wrongs of power gone wrong for all to see
The people who abuse their power should never have it though to their power they desperately do cling
Power in the right hands an adavantage to others and power in the wrong hands is a dangerous thing
There is nothing wrong with power from once 'tis used well but some with power they do abuse their rule
And some with power they can become quite nasty and derive pleasure out of being cruel
But power in the right hands can be a blessing and kind people with power their praise we ought sing
Since they have the gift of empathy within them and happiness to others they do bring.
poem by Francis Duggan
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In One Of My Poems
in one of my poems that i wrote last night
i started well you say, something great at the start
and the way i ended it, you say, was bad,
nothing but a cliche
about the shallow minds of people around me
(and of course, if i may be allowed to tell you,
must have offended you,
precisely, you were around me during that night
when i made a very bad ending
on that poem which started just right
on the first two stanzas) ,
but no offense was meant, the poem was written
with malice towards none,
it just had to end that way,
there was no more
electricity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am Leaving
If you are leaving world
It is nice and good
As you are not allowed
Since the message of God is not properly followed
Who are you to judge and disobey his message?
You have still not come up with the age?
It is sign of frustration and weakness
Not at all appreciated on the face
Poetry is not at all to influence
Come up with despair and project at once
It is life with message and means
You have to dash against and surely to win
What you know about humanity?
How that can be neglected as quality?
Real human being will love as gift from God
That is his blessing and final word
Love to live and befriend all
This is nothing but humanity call
You have come to stay for a while
Otherwise your destiny is away by miles
What if you loose your own soul?
Gain the world but spend sleepless nights like owl
That is not the life you dream for
Leave it besides and start fresh from
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In our tabulation of psychoanalytic results, we have classed those who stopped treatment together with those not improved. This appears to be reasonable; a patient who fails to finish his treatment, and is not improved, is surely a therapeutic failure.
quote by Hans Eysenck
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I'm proof against that word failure. I've seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.
quote by George Eliot
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Who is Bold?
Who is bold?
The one who accepts one’s mistake,
Confesses one’s crime, owns one’s word
And does not flee the failure.
The one who calls a spade a spade,
Speaks truth in dame form, keeps words,
And shares others’ concerns.
Will power, muscle power or money power
Are of no use to manifest your boldness.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All Power
If I could take the world
into my world;
If I could be God-like
what would I do
with my All-Power?
Would I make Peace
World-Wide?
What of Poverty?
I could gather all riches
to my self,
make my friends powerful or rich
or both;
help my parents?
Ask for more Power?
Use my Power to
make more Power?
What would I do with
All Power to do Anything?
Would I ask for Love?
Force someone to Love
me too?
I don't like All-Power
as I think about it.
What would I choose?
Could I have a few powers?
One or two?
All at the same time?
But even so
I would be
the only one.
and maybe lonely?
But if I could
and the price is lonely
why wouldn't I?
.
To have that power
would get me back
now
where I am now
lonely.
What good then
All-Power?
This will take
some thinking
out.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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SleepLess Nights
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
Tossing and turning
Too much on my mind
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
Laying awake staring
At the celing
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
So tired I cant move
So tired I can't sleep
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
When will dreams come?
poem by Autumn Winds
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America's most dangerous diseases have developed an immunity to politics. We suffer not from a failure of political organization or power, but a failure of love.
quote by Cal Thomas
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Contract In Love
written by Lamont Dozier, Janie Bradford, & Brian Holland
(c) 1962 Jobete Music Co., Inc. (ASCAP)
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign it
Sign it
Sign it
Sign it
You say you love me
And I believe it's true
But before I let myself go
Here's what you've got to do
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
You've got to sign
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
My contract on love
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Write it in your heart
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
That you'll never do anything
To ever make us part
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
Yeah, I know it may seem strange to you
Yeah, but I've lost a love so many times before
Yeah, and now that I know the score
No one's gonna hurt me no more
And I'm takin' all my chances with romances
Yeah
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
So just sign
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Right here on this dotted line
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Where it says you'll be mine, all mine
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Until the end of time
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
So come on, come on, come on, and
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, right here on this line
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Yeah
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign my contract on love
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
FADE
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Submit A New Poem
she signed out
without at least saying
gtg
or simply bye
where's my usual
lol
?
as i rest from
other things
of equal importance
as she
appears invisible
or busy
or walked out
i stop
for a while, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking
about what to do
with my life
so many choices now
but the emptiness keeps invading
every word
i have in my mind, as though they no longer have any significance
at all
i log out
i log in
i sign out
i sign in again
and there she is the snobbish soul still keeping
her own things
matters of greater importance
than myself
who i am?
i still ask, who i am? she rejects my pleas,
her silence so hurting
i feel the pain of
abandonment, rejection and
ignorance,
lapse of time, wasting moments
useless thoughts,
destructive imaginings
i have one choice though....
submit a new poem
a breather.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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