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Just The Way It Is....

this morning i bring a book
under a tree
and i begin to read
every page

the sun comes up
the sun comes down

I've done my duty to keep the peace of this world
to try to understand what complications
mankind has made

i am simplifying what i can do to make this world
a place for us

page by page
word to word
cover to cover

tonight i will go back to my room
sleep on my bed

it will be cold and dark
just the way it is.....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Adrian (feat. Elvis Costello)

Adrian - don't you understand?
Fools like us are always dreaming.
And when you go to bed
And cover up your head
It's better if you try to stop remembering.
And the world is slowly dawning
To wake up to a new clear morning.
Some of them just half your age
Get written off, page by page...
Adrian don't you understand?
Fools like us are always dreaming.
And when you go to bed
And cover up your head
It's better if you try to stop remembering.
Some of them just half your age
Get written off page by page...
And the world is softly sleeping
While your fears are in their keeping.
All the planet's making haste
To blow to bits in outer space...
Adrian - don't you understand

song performed by by Eurythmics
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Adrian

Adrian - dont you understand?
Fools like us are always dreaming.
And when you go to bed
And cover up your head
Its better if you try to stop remembering.
And the world is slowly dawning
To wake up to a new clear morning.
Some of them just half your age
Get written off, page by page...
Adrian dont you understand?
Fools like us are always dreaming.
And when you go to bed
And cover up your head
Its better if you try to stop remembering.
Some of them just half your age
Get written off page by page...
And the world is softly sleeping
While your fears are in their keeping.
All the planets making haste
To blow to bits in outer space...
Adrian - dont you understand?

song performed by by Eurythmics
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Read The Book

Dolce said to read the book.
Don’t skip any pages though,
Lizzy; I want you to read it
From cover to cover. Ok lover,
You said and examined the
Book’s covers; the hard leather,
The well sewn pages. You knew
He wrote it without his name on
The spine with the title. It was
As he spoke, the words flowing
Across the page, the meaning
Carried on and over and into
Your head. You stopped on page
Nine; he’d written about the night
He’d screwed you five times, although
No name was mentioned, you knew
It was you. Even the bed and room
Were as it had been, written right
Down to the creaking springs and
The man next door banging on the
Wall with his darn shoe. You read on
Carrying that image with you, the way
He’d caught it all with the right words,
Hammered that night right home like
Some crucified butterfly onto the page
And into your head. You paused at page
Twelve. Some paragraph about some
Lark in the bushes in the park after dark.
That didn’t ring true, at least not with you.
Who was the woman? Who was the screw?
You closed up the book; refused to look
Or read anymore; you wondered who it
Was he’d had that night in the bushes
Beneath the moonlight. Maybe it was just
Poetic licence made up to make it sell well
And the cash machines ring loud and true.
But the bitch in the bushes wasn’t you.

poem by Terry Collett
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What Has Been Missing?

here you are again
i know
reading me
every morning

i have become
coffee to you

i am another page
of a paper

my face is a cover of
a book

and what you read
are nights

i know it is dark
and cold

and here you are again
sure of yourself

in the dark in the
cold

accepting what is
there
what is read

someday i shall ask
you

what is in me that
escaped me

what is in you that
catches

what is there
and what has been
missing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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(Inspiration Poem) A Book Never Read

Living by the fire
Living to admire
Living down to the wire
Still the wheels don't turn
I think it is because I want it
Urn for it
The beautiful almighty
I will not pray
Not as long as I live day by day
How much does my soul really weigh?
How many sins can be forgiven?
The fog will eventually choke you out
Whine and pout all you want
It won't make a dent in my steel cage
Because it was built from pure rage
If Its not a stage
What am I going through?

Its just another page of my book never read

Words as stale as the food I was fed
Maybe it was how many times I have been dropped on my head
I plead guilty to an unwritten destiny
I lied to myself in a mirror straight to my very own face
Memories erased

It's just another page of my book never read

I can't be lead astray
Especially if I'm willing
It's not much different then stealing
A moral yeng then yang
A oh so perfect harmony
Keeping things on a even keel
Always questioning what is real

It's just another page of my book never read

I hold on so tight to my comfy bed
Such a beautiful night
The stars are glistening oh so bright
I turn off the lights
Sleep for the dreams of a tomorrow
We are all living on borrowed time
So I ask again where's mine?
A question that continues to go unanswered
Draw your own conclusion
It's another one of the deep dark mysterious illusions

It's just another page of my book never read
It's as if every word has never been said
It's just another page of my tattered and torn book that will be never read

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Scribbles On A Page

Scribbles on a page…
scribbles on a page…
back of a yellow notebook
torn pages out
let me go home
God!
let me go home

Scribbles on a page…
scribbles on a page…
my little black writing pad
bent cover-spine
let me go home
God!
let me go home
(i think i need a break)
(i think i need to sleep)

poem by Michael Romero
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Book Of Days

Your life is as a book
Written on the pages are the weeks
For you would give anything to take just one look
Into the next chapter, the next page

Each page is a new thought, a new dream
Sometimes it takes so long to pass that page
And sometimes nothing is as it seams
For you know you can not go ahead or back

You know you are where you are
You know you can't change that
As you read page to page, so near to fear
You write the chapters as you go, with each turn

Each turn, each move changes what's to come
And you know each moment could be the last
With this in mind you go so mumb
So numb to the touch, to the thought

You turn page after page
until you reach the 'end'
And only then, you are freed from the title
The title that has kept your thoughts bound, and tight

You turn the pages one by one
You take the pain, take the joy
Until you are done
And your story becomes another on the shelf of eternity

(1/24/2008)

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Just Between You And Me

Just between you and me
By Peter Wolf
Staring at each other with accusing eyes
Keep our voices low you don't act surprised
If the word gets out yeah that's all right
I know your just looking for some sympathy
But listen you don't know how it gets back to me
Your getin' reckless girl
But that's all right
Now don't you know that one cold words gonna' lead to another
Then we'll have nowhere to go
Even if heaven and earth collide tonight
We'll be all alone in a different light
I don't care what the world can see
Its just between you and me
I see telltale signs of a lover declined
She got something' to say
He don't take the time
I don't understand
But that's ok
Now you can turn the page or you can tear me apart
Don't make an open book out of my private heart
You should know better now
That's alright
Don't you know that one cold words gonna' lead to another
Then we'll nowhere to go
Even if heaven and earth collide tonight
We'll be all alone in a different light
I don't care what the word can see
It's just between you and me
It's just between you and me
If we don't work this out we won't recover
We'll lived this out with love for one another
But with all I've heard and all I've seen
I'm still lost in the mystery
Again we're staring at each other with accusing eyes
Keep our voices low don't act surprised
If a word gets out yeah that's all right
And don't you know that one cold words gonna' lead to another
Then we'll have nowhere to go
Even if heaven collide tonight
We'll be all alone in a different light
I don't care what the world can see
Its just between you and me
Even if heaven and earth collide tonight
We'll be all alone in a different light
I don't care what the world can see
Its just between you and me
Its just between you and me
Heaven and earth
I don't understand
All alone
Cold
Cold
Gonna' leave tonight
Heaven and earth
All alone
All alone
All alone
Heaven and earth

song performed by by Foreigner
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Jeannies Diary

How does our world spin
Without me and her nest
Could there really be
Such happiness
Oh, shes got a dark side too
Even murderous
But I love that
Just like here
I dont have a change at writing the book
I just wanna be a page
In jeannies diary
One single page
In jeannies diary
Yes I am intense
Maybe quite obsessed
Everything she does is curious
Oh, shes going to let me in
I just know its so
Then again, who do I kid
I dont have a prayer at writing the book
I just wanna be a page
In jeannies diary
One single page
In jeannies diary
She could have anything she wants
So why not me
She could have anything she dreams
Oh, to be one single page
One single page
One single page in jeannies dairy

song performed by by Eels
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Home Alone Happy Without Working Computer

Home alone happy without working computer
I take my pen in hand
And slowly write these words –

Let the world click and paste and post
I am out of it for now-

I have before me an evening of any book I like
Of any page I want to write
-
Peace of Mind is one place of attention at a time-

Here weighing each word as I write
I am at home with my inner self-
I hear my own thoughts
I correct them at my own pace.

So many words and so many pages
Have been written in my life-
Now in this one
I am wholly at home
Peaceful, quiet happy
Each word a small blessing
As I write it-

This is the only poem I know
The only page I see
The only place of attention
I give myself and my soul to
At this moment.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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For The Traitor...

i shall forget the letters.

what for shall i read them?
shall i beat my head with my own
hand?

tonight i shall take them all
outside the house
crumple them
page by page
and then burn them

the smoke shall go straight
to the place where
the gods shall
soon judge us

who was at fault?
who was forgetting whom?
who made a promise?
who broke them all?

when what i see shall all be ash
i will make my last laugh....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Listen, Learn, Read On

In ages past when spells were cast
In a time of men in steel
When a man was taught no special thing
It was all done by feel
So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the book of taliesyn
Hear the song of lovely joan
Her sound so sweet and clear
In the courtroom of the king
Among children and the peers
So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the book of taliesyn
now hear ye the words of taliesyn,
On the foaming beach of the ocean,
In the day of trouble,
I shall be of more service to thee
Than three hundred salmon...
The hare he bounds across the page
Past castles white and fair
Past dreaming chessmen on their boards
With a fools mate as a snare
So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the book of taliesyn
three times I have been born
I know this from meditation...
The bird he flies the distance
From pages two to six
Past minstrels in their boxes
To the waters of the styx
So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the book of taliesyn
Dont take the pictures lightly
Listen to their sound
For from their coloured feeling
Experience is found
So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the book of taliesyn
all the sciences of the world are collected in my breast,
For I know what has been, what is now,
And what hereafter will occur...

song performed by by Deep Purple
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The End Of The Chapter

Ah, yes, the chapter ends to-day;
We even lay the book away;
But oh, how sweet the moments sped
Before the final page was read!

We tried to read between the lines
The Author's deep-concealed designs;
But scant reward such search secures;
You saw my heart and I saw yours.

The Master,--He who penned the page
And bade us read it,--He is sage:
And what he orders, you and I
Can but obey, nor question why.

We read together and forgot
The world about us. Time was not.
Unheeded and unfelt, it fled.
We read and hardly knew we read.

Until beneath a sadder sun,
We came to know the book was done.
Then, as our minds were but new lit,
It dawned upon us what was writ;

And we were startled. In our eyes,
Looked forth the light of great surprise.
Then as a deep-toned tocsin tolls,
A voice spoke forth: 'Behold your souls!'

I do, I do. I cannot look
Into your eyes: so close the book.
But brought it grief or brought it bliss,
No other page shall read like this!

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Theme for English B

The instructor said,

Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.

I wonder if it's that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem,
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:

It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me--we two--you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear New York, too.) Me--who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records--Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I guess being colored doesn't make me not like
the same things other folks like who are other races.
So will my page be colored that I write?

Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white--
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That's American.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me--
although you're older--and white--
and somewhat more free.

This is my page for English B.

poem by Langston Hughes
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The Page And The Miller's Daughter

PAGE.

WHERE goest thou? Where?
Miller's daughter so fair!

Thy name, pray?--

MILLER'S DAUGHTER.

'Tis Lizzy.

PAGE.
Where goest thou? Where?
With the rake in thy hand?

MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
Father's meadows and land

To visit, I'm busy.

PAGE.
Dost go there alone?

MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
By this rake, sir, 'tis shown

That we're making the hay;
And the pears ripen fast
In the garden at last,

So I'll pick them to-day.

PAGE.
Is't a silent thicket I yonder view?

MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
Oh, yes! there are two;
There's one on each side.

PAGE.
I'll follow thee soon;
When the sun burns at noon
We'll go there, o'urselves from his rays to hide,
And then in some glade all-verdant and deep--

MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
Why, people would say--

PAGE.
Within mine arms thou gently wilt sleep.

MILLER'S DAUGHTER.

Your pardon, I pray!
Whoever is kiss'd by the miller-maid,
Upon the spot must needs be betray'd.

'Twould give me distress

To cover with white
Your pretty dark dress.
Equal with equal! then all is right!
That's the motto in which I delight.
I am in love with the miller-boy;
He wears nothing that I could destroy.

poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Ode to a Blank Page

Ode to a blank page
It’s blue seemingly thin lines flying across the page
Each producing a small space to place your thoughts on

Next lies the taunting red margin
Baring how sparsely you’ve done

You can strike the page with a single blow
Leaving a mark that did no good

Ode to a blank page
Why do you stare?
Taunting and shrieking in my ear

Emptiness fills the page
The blanks intimidate even the strong

How strong it is
To give a cut even to the toughest skin

Ode to a blank page
You know I’m jealous
How I despise all your characteristics

poem by Rachele ...duhh
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I did, although I didn't read from page 1 to page 187 but I read chunks of it. I did a little bit of science when I was in the university so I was able to understand the graphs and pie charts and stuff like that. It was extremely dry.

quote by Liam Neeson
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A Blank Page Blues

I know we have all done it,
sat in front of a pristine white sheet of paper
and got ready to write something down,
and then we are confronted
with the blank page blues.
The words of inspiration
then scurry and hide away.
You are left with pen in hand,
scratching your head
wondering what to say.
There is no cure for this syndrome;
writers get it all the time.
Some call it a writer’s block,
when nothing comes into your head.
You sit in front of a blank page.
You know what you want to write,
then someone disturbs you
and the words disappear out of sight.
How many times have we had that?
We sit down to write our masterpiece
and the telephone rings,
or someone shouts your dinner is getting cold.
You feel like screaming,
but you take it on the chin.
You lay down your pen,
answer the phone or have your dinner,
and when you come back,
the blank page confronts you.
Still you cannot write anything on it.
You stare at it for hours,
until finally you get tired
and journey off to bed.
Hoping and hoping tomorrow
a little peace, it will bring
and your words on that blank page
will really begin to sing.

10 May 2008

poem by David Harris
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For Your Attention....

have a little time
to this page

it used to be a blank page
an emptiness, a void, a stare

it is calling for attention
its silence like roots call for more depths

it is not the normal page
that you open and leave
with your wet fingers
and dry tongue

listen with your eyes
let your ears see

this is this poem that perhaps
may not make you sleep....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Looking In All The Wrong Places

'I went in search of a word from God.' Kevin Carney

A modern trend, the vain search,
age of information, wisdom of the world,
looking in all the wrong places;

“God gave knowledge and insight
in all writing and wisdom;
and Daniel himself had understanding
in all sorts of visions and dreams.” Daniel 1: 17.

Where would you seek a word from God?

Christ’s servant Paul declared
“my speech and what I preached
were not with persuasive words

or words of wisdom
but with a demonstration
of spirit and power,

that YOUR faith might be,
not in men’s wisdom
but in God’s power.” 1 Corinthians 2: 4-5.

Would you search for a word or ask God?

“So, if any one of YOU is lacking in wisdom,

let him keep on asking God,
for he gives generously to all
and without reproaching;
and it will be given him.

But let him keep on asking in faith,
not doubting at all, for he who doubts
is like a wave of the sea driven
by the wind and blown about.” James 1: 5-6.

Therefore ask in faith and you shall receive,
a promise from God, but doubt receive not. James 1: 7.

'I went in search of a word from God.' Kevin Carney

Yet if you will read the Bible, God's word,
from cover to cover, not a single word,
but a flood you will discover, God’s word.

Would you search for God’s word in the world?

It was Jesus who said “My kingdom
is no part of this world.” John 18: 36.

Paul said “For the wisdom of this world
is foolishness with God; for it is written:
“He catches the wise in their own cunning.” 1 Corinthians 3: 19.

I also went in search of God
but mostly I never left my house.

I read the Bible from cover to cover
after all it is the world’s best seller.

Every year globally the world’s best seller.
The first mass produced printed book ever.

Johannes Gutenberg’s,1452 -1455 masterpiece, movable type edition.
Bibles never since out of print; help complete; Christ’s sacred mission.

See also ‘Prime Search Locations’.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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