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Just When The Rain Stops

just when the rain stops
something within you stops too
the misery of being
confined in the small prison of
your thoughts

you find a window
and this wide door and you grope
for the key
to open something closed
days ago

you breathe the sea breeze
and take some salt of
life and you
release your sighs like
an earned ire

you take freedom finally
letting go your fingers and hands
your feet dance

go, go, go
your books on the table make the
cheering squad

out there
nature wants to be read
the books close finally
their pages like tongues
hide behind the thick glossy
hardbound cover

you are not a fool finally
touching the maps drawn
by the falling rain

welcome to the world
the trees tell you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Finally

Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test
Finally
Make no mistake to the mainstream
Music be the master planner
Just like the books you read
Youll hear it on your radio scanner
Its not so much what you know
Or who you know thats coming
Its what you do regardless
Its what you do... eventually
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test
Finally
Ive seen them running, down and out
Never mind the good intentions
A dreamer with a reason to live
Is as clear as his next invention
You take a second look to find
A second chance at giving
The voices say do not despair
Theres a real good reason youre living
I could feel the earth moving
I could see sky falling
We can chase the storm
We can sing the rain
Walk the final distance
Live this life again
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test telling me to let go
I can feel the earth moving (I can sing the rain)
I can feel the rain coming (live this life again)
I can feel the storm
I can sing the rain
I can free my heart
Live this life again
You can choose to stand
You can choose to fall
You can see the rain
You can have it all
I can feel the rain coming
I can feel the earth moving
I can feel the love coming
I can feel the earth moving
I can feel the rain coming
I can feel the love coming
I can feel the earth moving

song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Finally

Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test
Finally
Make no mistake to the mainstream
Music be the master planner
Just like the books you read
Youll hear it on your radio scanner
Its not so much what you know
Or who you know thats coming
Its what you do regardless
Its what you do... eventually
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test
Finally
Ive seen them running, down and out
Never mind the good intentions
A dreamer with a reason to live
Is as clear as his next invention
You take a second look to find
A second chance at giving
The voices say do not despair
Theres a real good reason youre living
I could feel the earth moving
I could see sky falling
We can chase the storm
We can sing the rain
Walk the final distance
Live this life again
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test telling me to let go
I can feel the earth moving (I can sing the rain)
I can feel the rain coming (live this life again)
I can feel the storm
I can sing the rain
I can free my heart
Live this life again
You can choose to stand
You can choose to fall
You can see the rain
You can have it all
I can feel the rain coming
I can feel the earth moving
I can feel the love coming
I can feel the earth moving
I can feel the rain coming
I can feel the love coming
I can feel the earth moving

song performed by by Yes
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I Finally Found My Way To You

So many people tried to help me on my way
So little time and theres still so much left to say
Theres no explaining all the things that Ive been through
But Ive finally fount my way to you
I finally found my way to you
Now the day is endhing and the night begins to fall
Sometimes I wonder if Ill make it back at all
I gave up everything I had and ever knew
But I finally found my way
Finally found my way
I finally found my way to you
Remember how we used to hide away
Wed share the secrets of our souls
Turn down the lights and dance the night away
Wed dance the night away
Wed dance the night away
Remember how we used to hide away
Wed dance the night away (x 4)
And now Ill hold you like I never have before
Ill let you go just long enough to lock that door
The words I whisper come so late and overdue
But I finally found my way, I finally found my way
I finally found my way to you
To you baby.

song performed by by Kiss
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I Finally Found My Way

So many people tried to help me on my way
So little time and there's still so much left to say
There's no explaining all the things that I've been through
But I've finally fount my way to you
I finally found my way to you
Now the day is endhing and the night begins to fall
Sometimes I wonder if I'll make it back at all
I gave up everything I had and ever knew
But I finally found my way
Finally found my way
I finally found my way to you
Remember how we used to hide away
We'd share the secrets of our souls
Turn down the lights and dance the night away
We'd dance the night away
We'd dance the night away
Remember how we used to hide away
We'd share the secret's of our souls
Turned down the lights and dance the
Night away
We'd dance the night away
We'd dance the night away
Remember how we used to hide away
We'd dance the night away
We'd dance the night away
And now I'll hold you like I never have before
I'll let you go just long enough to lock that door
The words I whisper come so late and overdue
But I finally found my way, I finally found my way
I finally found my way to you
To you baby

song performed by by Kiss
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When I Feel The Rain I Live

Outside it's raining and i'm watching at my window,
In silence of the world, only the dance of rain i could feel,
My thoughts are in torment of questions and answers,
Only the rain knows what i need.

Rain falls gradually in the rhythm of my thoughts,
I feel it's wrapping my pain,
The voice of rain calming my senses,
When my heart is rushing to beat.

I'm watching rain from window,
The cold drops are touching the thirsty ground,
My soul is the same as the soil,
It needs love as much the soil needs rain.

I'm walking in cold rain,
Like crystal pearls are falling from the sky,
When touching my skin it's like magic,
I feel my soul light and released of pain.

I'm listening the music of the rain drops,
And on this music i am dancing, speeding around,
With my arms wide open touching rain drops,
Rain is caressing me with its voice and touch.

I adore rain, it's all my sould wanted,
Caressing me, awaking life in me,
When i feel the rain and listen to its rhythm,
I wish to live again, again, again.

poem by Cristina Teodor
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The Rain Is Like A Man

the rain this early morning
has an accompanying wind

i look at them by the window
my inner world divided by a thick glass

the trees are swaying and some leaves
begin to fall like some kind of a dance

the rain like a man carries the wind
on his arms and the wind leans down

i catch a glimpse of how they passionately kiss
it is sad and lonely and then the rain stops

the morning sun comes and the leaves
are at the feet of the trees kind of wet with tears.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: Some Things Will Happen

Who can prevent the fury of Nature?
Who can prevent the clouds from raining down?
Who can prevent God’s pre-destined future?
Who can prevent the artiste turning clown?

Who stops a fruit from ripening in less days?
Who stops the ripened fruit from falling down?
Who stops a seed from sprouting in one place?
Who stops the grass from being daily mown?

Some things in Nature happen so early;
Some things in Nature fail to happen right;
Some things in Nature happen finally;
Who brings the clouds that block the good Moonlight?

There is a time for death and every birth;
There is a time for everything on earth.

poem by John Celes
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Against The Evidence

As I reach to close each book
lying open on my desk, it leaps up
to snap at my fingers. My legs
won’t hold me, I must sit down.
My fingers pain me
where the thick leaves snapped together
at my touch.
All my life
I’ve held books in my hands
like children, carefully turning
their pages and straightening out
their creases. I use books
almost apologetically. I believe
I often think their thoughts for them.
Reading, I never know where theirs leave off
and mine begin. I am so much alone
in the world, I can observe the stars
or study the breeze, I can count the steps
on a stair on the way up or down,
and I can look at another human being
and get a smile, knowing
it is for the sake of politeness.
Nothing must be said of estrangement
among the human race and yet
nothing is said at all
because of that.
But no book will help either.
I stroke my desk,
its wood so smooth, so patient and still.
I set a typewriter on its surface
and begin to type
to tell myself my troubles.
Against the evidence, I live by choice.

poem by David Ignatow
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The Rain

There will be rain here
We normally run for shelter
Who wants to be wet in the rain
And look like a helpless chick in the drain?

There will be rain
And we will be seeking shades under the trees
And run towards waiting sheds where the rain
Cannot harm our sensibilities,

There will be rain and more rains to come
In our lives, and we always run for secure
Shelters, and we always have umbrellas in our hands,
And raincoats, and closed cars, we hide to places
Where The rain cannot harm us,

But today will be different,
There is rain, and I will take
Another action, I will not run for shelter,
Or take shades in trees, or be in waiting sheds,
I will not even open my car, get into it and close it,

I am not afraid of rain now; I have no fears getting wet somehow
And look like a helpless chick, I will run in the
Middle of the rain, I will play like a child in the rain, I will
Be with the rain throughout its pouring,
I will be wet, and it will rain and rain,

Oh! Let it rain and rain and rain
You will not see my tears falling,
My tears hiding in the pouring rain.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Questions

for years of harnessing the horses of
word
scrubbing the back of phrases
what shall my hands become?

shall these hands be a vase for flowers
wilting in your room?
shall these hands be barks of trees
where your moss and lichens thrive wild?
shall these hands be finally exhausted
and grope again the shaken beams
of my own confusions?

or soon shall i speak in tongues
in the tower of babel
shall my thoughts become tribes
scattered in different directions?

shall i soon speak like you on the eloquence
of the pedestals?
i look forward to this art
as a savior of my crucifixion
i look forward to Frankensteins finally
converted as angels
as fairies in the lands of my fantasies
or shall i be roaming on the fields
of realities
stark and open
lighted with the sun and
refreshed with the true winds
from the waving seas?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Read Some Poems Today

i read some poems
today, and these are
poems about the flesh
touching another flesh

like the lips touching
another lips, a kiss to
another kiss, like a
body rubbing another
body, and then it went

higher than that, a
spirit touching another
spirit, ablaze, like some
flints catching fire, like

that desolate house
of bukowski where parents
forbid the children to see
that man with beautiful
eyes, on his pajama
wet with his sweat and
carrying a rhum on his
right hand and a cigarette
between his mouth.

i see, this is all about
isolation, a man's way
of getting away from
the maddening crowd

his way of loving himself
and making a part of
himself grow and glow.

the door bell rings
someone is calling
'anybody home? '

i am pressing my fingers
on some letters
my left hand rests and
touches my crouch

the woman with a shrill
voice finally stops and
leaves and i hear her
footsteps departing

i am silent, i am awake
finally i find my way home.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Like The Rain

Just like the rain,
That pours from the sky,
My love for you will never die.

Just like the rain,
That falls on the ground,
I will always be around.

Just like the rain,
That falls upon me,
I'm as happy as I could ever be.

Just like the rain,
With it's pure beauty,
It surely is a sight to see.

Just like the rain,
I can now see,
We were truly meant to be.

Just like the rain,
Sometimes warm and sometimes cold,
You make my heart, not break, but fold.

Just like the rain,
Beneath your feet,
Just come over here and take a seat.

Just like the rain,
Watch it with me,
So you can begin to see.

Just like the rain,
Who may always know,
That I need to stay, and never go.

Just like the rain,
Who knows what's in my heart,
It knows we should never be apart.

Just like the rain,
Please just stay,
And never go any day.

Just like the rain,
That descends from the sky,
Please, please just give me a try...

Just like the rain,
It doesn't last forever,
But it might if we're together.

Just like the rain,
I'm asking you,
When are you going to?

Just like the rain,
I cannot wait,
Until I'm finally in that place.

Just like the rain,
That's in that place in your heart,
When am I going to be that part?

Just like the rain,
That goes alone,
Am I going to turn into stone?

Just like the rain.
I'm waiting for you,
Waiting until you finally do.

Just like the rain,
That goes away,
Do you really want me to stay?

Just like the rain,
I want to know,
Should I stay or should I go?

Just like the rain,
Before that time is passed,
Why don't you just ask?

Just like the rain,
So mysterious to me,
You are just as much as thee.

Just like the rain,
I feel on my skin,
When will you let this relationship begin?

Just like the rain,
I cannot wait,
So come and ask me,
Before it's too late.

poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Blank, Numb, Floating

it is 1: 55 a.m.
i hear the rain falling
she is fast asleep tired of the demands of her day
i leave her and she takes the pillow for me
i turn on the light
and see this room of books and paperworks
i turn on the computer
i am feeling nothing and i am floating like i am but a spirit
i am numb and i am feeling so dumb
i see this blank wall
i am feeling so empty

i look at her again
she utters words in her sleep and i will not wake her up
i lay my hands on the keys
run my fingers on some letters
there is nothing to write
in particular but there is something to run my fingers on
this feeling
this attempt to imitate the sound of the rain in letters
to put the motion of the rain to put its smell
to be wet and to have the rain run over me
all over me all over me all over me all over me

blank, numb, floating and wet
this is the poem now
at 2: 03 a.m.
it has gained finally this form
and scent and motion and color
that you have never seen
or felt the way

i do.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On This Lonely Night 'Continue the Fight

This is such a lonely night
Wondering if I should continue the fight
And if I should even stay
To see if I make it into the next day

I'm so so lonely for you
Knowing how much my love for you is true
Wishing I could see
My one and only

Walking down this lonely street
Watching as the rain drops
Slowly hit my feet
Hoping it never ever stops

The lightning streaks across
The stormy night sky
The rain keeps falling
Like it's wanting me to die

I think to give up the fight
On this oh so lonely night
But instead I think of you
And then I know what I must do

My eyes must dry
No more tears can I cry
I will get out of the middle of the street
And no more rain drops will hit my feet

I love you too much die
And the pain eases
knowing you love me too
Showing what love can put you through

I finally go inside
Lay on my bed
Then close my eyes
And end this lonely night

poem by Matt Burgett
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The Gathering Of Hurt People

what we had on the table was
finally consumed
all the ripe ones even the raw ones
were taken
there was silence
one looks beyond the window
finally breaking the silence
saying, look the clouds are coming
laden with rain

ah, the one who was optimistic
hums a song
an offering for the rainbow
that soon he knows
will show again the colors
the promise that
we shall never be destroyed
again

then we all smiled
we have returned to our hopes
our senses open
like petals blooming for another
day....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On This Lonely Night

This is such a lonely night
Wondering if I should continue the fight
And if I should even stay
To see if I make it into the next day

I'm so so lonely for you
Knowing how much my love for you is true
Wishing I could see
My one and only

Walking down this lonely street
Watching as the rain drops
Slowly hit my feet
Hoping it never ever stops

The lightning streaks across
The stormy night sky
The rain keeps falling
Like it's wanting me to die

I look up a final time
With a single tear in my eye
I see the final bright flash
And I finally die

poem by Matt Burgett
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Hanging Fire

I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his thumb
in secret
how come my knees are
always so ashy
what if I die
before morning
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

I have to learn how to dance
in time for the next party
my room is too small for me
suppose I die before graduation
they will sing sad melodies
but finally
tell the truth about me
There is nothing I want to do
and too much
that has to be done
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

Nobody even stops to think
about my side of it
I should have been on Math Team
my marks were better than his
why do I have to be
the one
wearing braces
I have nothing to wear tomorrow
will I live long enough
to grow up
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

poem by Audre Lorde
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Hanging Fire

I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his thumb
in secret
how come my knees
always tremble
what if I die
before the morning comes
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

I have to learn to dance
in time for the next party
my room is too small for me
suppose I die before graduation
they will sing sad melodies
but finally
tell the truth about me
There is nothing I want to do
and too much
that has to be done
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

Nobody even stops to think
about my side of it
I should have been on Math Team
my marks were better than his
why do I have to be
the one
wearing braces
I have nothing to wear tomorrow
will I live long enough
to grow up
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

poem by Gabriella Maben
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When the rain stopped

it was when the rain stopped
that you left me: i own the umbrella
that you do not need now. You return
it. It was when the rain stopped
that you forget my name. My name
is need. And what you need is love.
My name is necessity. But what
you need is the luxury of honesty.

it was when the rain stopped that
you were honest enough to say:
i do not need you. I do not love you.

and then it rains so hard again
and you come knocking on my
door. You are wet. You are cold.
You are shivering. You are
trembling.

I look at you inside my house
looking by the window. I hide
behind the blue curtain. And i
tell myself: I do not believe you
anymore. And i ask myself:

How can i believe you again?

And then the rain stops.
And then you are gone.

And then i open the window.
And then i see the white dove flying
and hovering near a tree beside my window.

And then i set my heart free.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Academic Life

one sometimes fear
leaving an academic life
seeing the world
through a thick reading eyeglass
sleeping with books
surfing on the net
writing treatises and
too legalese
side tripping with literature
and floating with
poems on wild imaginations
on the clouds of puff
and huff

one fears that after
sleeping with books
night after night
dating with the lampshade
headboard
one finally loses what is more
important
than these prints and
paragraphs

when finally she is gone
dating real people that she can touch
and feel.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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