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Law And Poetry

black and white like the point of view of
the cat is the law
hard to deal with
hair splitting and building
fences and trenches
keeping some enemies out
and friends in
keeping the nets catch the smaller one
but letting the sharks go
that is the first law

poetry: it is the hues of rainbow after the rain
flowers that bloom without much explanation
the sounds of her steps wading in the water
kisses without the penalties
making love without the risks of getting inside
some prison walls

the one that makes us so light as clouds and feathers
makes our hearts dance the ballet and do the triple twists and turns
in mid air
the music to our soul
the liberation of our bound spirits
the singing birds and cicadas in symphony
the frogs croaking
celebrating the first long rainy night ahead of me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Suddenly It's Magic

As butterflies open their wings
To fly and scattered their beauty at the skies
And flowers then, start dancing
As they heard the morning lullabies
Like a love song that plays in our heart
Suddenly its magic that filled in the air

And when the clouds have passed by under the sun
Were the rainbow appears over the horizon
Suddenly its magic that shimmers at the sky
Suddenly, its magic that brings sunshine in my days
As an emotion deeply grows every now and then,
That love never old, but it always grows

My heart is filled with so much love I feel for you,
And it gets stronger as tomorrow comes
With you, I always want to be
I see the world when I am with you,
There was music all around that I am singing.
Suddenly its magic that sounds everywhere.

There are sounds and symphony
I can feel in the air.
It’s magic that softly singing in my heart.
I can feel the rhythm that makes my spirits rise
Suddenly I felt good inside
And yes its magic running deep into my soul.

poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Do Not Give Poetry A Bad Name

The frogs should not have croaked a lot
when everyone is fast asleep
Aristophanes after all is right
These frogs should not live like the Clouds.
On the other hand
THe Philosophers should cling to being
Philosophers
Stay with the embrace of Reason and Not
Embrace the Strong Arms of Emotions
For Emotions belong to nothing but the
Realm of Poetry
aH! Lysistrata shall now wage her own
War against the Men
Claiming as she does
Her sole right to Eroticism

Honestly, i still love to hear the frogs croaking
In the Pond
I for the meantime loves to Keep
The Philosophers dwell in their Own
Cloud Point of view.

If Lysistrata obliges
One night with Her would be enough

After which, I shall work hard to
Give Poetry its Own Right Name.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Poetry Mean To Me

What does poetry mean to me

Poetry is the air I breathe

Poetry is the words that feed
My soul
To make me whole

Poetry is what makes me blossom
In the middle of spring

Poetry is what grows my garden
And makes it flourish with nature
Beauty

Poetry Is

My magical whim's that supply all my
Fantasy and fills my hopes and dreams

Poetry is the strong desire that keep the
Flames of love burning

In the midst of the hour

And lights up the sky
With beautiful hues of colours

Spreads from one globe to

Another

To swim the ocean deep

Just because of love

Poetry is that and more, which I
Hate to carry this on and on

But

Poetry is the love of our life that visit
Us in our dreams

Poetry is

Me and the worlds that wakes every
Morning to bloom and blossom

Even after the death has played it last
Song that breaks our hearts

Poetry is tears and moans
Grief and pain that Hunt's the
Soul

Poetry is the rain crying from
The sky
The sun the moon with the golden
Light
Poetry is a child laughter at play
The tears a child shreds in sadness
They cry

Poetry is just a book of songs you
And I write down in our journal
Each and every day

We

Mix them together again and again
That is poetry

Poetry is life woes
Life happiness

Poetry is life
Here now and after

Poetry is you and I

poem by Carolyn Sears
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When At Night It Rains

a rainy night
deprives me of the view of the stars.

the moon is hidden
by the clouds

coping up
the ears grope for the song
of the frogs

the soothing sound of the
the song of the rain

love's hugs, and kisses
love making love warm and
memorable

now it is fair
you are sleeping in my arms
my nakedness split open
to the mirror in the ceiling.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunshine On Cloudy Days

for my friends,

Without you,
Days seems so dark and gloomy
Seeing not the beauty, but life's reality
The thick clouds covering the sun
Forbidding the wandering sunshine to have fun.

I just wonder
Will there be sunshine on a cloudy day?
And make the birds and butterflies fly around to play.
Will there be rainbow after the rain?
Just like a smile after the pain.

Until you came
The clouds break out, letting the sunshine in
To touch the flowers and shines on him.
Melting the snow and let violets sprouts again
And let the shadow of love comes out from the rain.

Friends,
Are like shadows in the dusk
A soft breeze when the day is withering fast
They are like sunshine in the early dawn
Making one's heart smile with joy, not with a frown
A sun that shines and sparkles in the river
Painting their faces in the clear sleeping water.

Friends, thank you for being my sunshine
making my life threading on the line.

_maia_
08Jul09
12: 05pm

poem by Maia Padua
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The Sound Of The Rain

do not mislead me with the
point-of-view of the frog
you croak and you say this
is how something beautiful
sounds, how ugliness feigns
i tell you i like the rain and
the frog likes it too, i am
one of those frogs bathing
and jumping on the pond,
but do not mislead me with
your sound, it does not sound
like the hush of the wind,
it has no color of the moon,
i am one of the frogs of this
pond, but i do not wish to
sound like you: i am in love
with the sound of the rain,
and this is the one that makes
me stay. It is not you, your
sound is not gentle, it is
rough like the skin of the
teething toad. I love the
rain, the way it sounds,
and that is enough
for my suffering.

Dripping.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Roses Growing In Our Own Prison Walls

this is the situation,
soon you will find
you live in prison walls,
and those who see you
tell you
you have no God.

perhaps they say that
since they see no
icons on our walls
we bow not
to sunsets
we make no wooden
crosses

oh, let us tell them
we've grown roses in our prison walls
on the fertile grounds
of our heart
we speak to God
in our poetry
with all the silence and
gentleness
and patience of the
snail

we have gone beyond
wood, and stone,
and images,
we have passed through
all these walls
man-made as they are,
we have jumped over the
fences of
the flesh, and they who use
their eyes
in the middle of their own
human light
do not see

we, have, only,
hearts.
we, are, pure,
hearts.
we, are, love,
solitude,
in privacy with
our God.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As the Monsoon Retreats

Besides the smell
Of the earth,
Lush green trees,
Garden weeds,
And the sound of the rain
Music to my ears, after
Dust storms and hot winds.

I loved the
Croaking of the frogs.
After dusk fall
Twinkling fireflies.
The call of the Cicadas,
Although a bit
Eerie at night.

I would exclaim
Monsoon brings
Wild life
Full of sounds
And delightful sights

Now, as the
Monsoon recedes
I realise, those sounds
Had long since died,
Couldn’t survive and adapt
To polluted environment.

It’s a pity,
Nature has become
A victim
Of human activity.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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A Dance For Relief!

Dancing is an art that makes one forget all worries;
Dancing to a tune relieves one a while from tensions;
Dancing according to music makes one really free!
Dancing and singing make one enjoy pleasure fine.

Dancing, singing and playing music makes one divine!
Shaking of body, hands and legs beautifully is dance;
Sake dance, break dance, clap dance are all real fun!
Dancing makes one healthy and beautiful life long!

Dancing is a balancing art as the Stars do in the Universe!
Dancing for balance is beauty that attracts all to dance
And make the company joyous to forget time and worries.
So, man visualized God as Divine Lord of Dance to dance!

Dancing, singing and playing music is a wonderful art
Poetry has prompted man to visualize and realize in life!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Color Blind

Everyday seemed to be rainy,
I just woke up to see the gray clouds on my window,
the birds didn't illuminate my mornings with their beautiful melody anymore,
I couldn't see more colors than black gray and white.

One day I woke up after having a colorful dream,
I could see more than gray,
I realized I was a color blind before,
because I noticed that after that rain and clouds,
there has always been a rainbow for me,
so I was color blind not to notice that colorful rainbow before,
but, they say that you can't see a rainbow without rain

My rain was just a wall not to see that beautiful rainbow,
now it has dissappeared,
I'm not a color blind anymore,
Now standing in front of my window,
I can see a bautiful bird red and blue looking for flowers,
Flowers violet and pink standing on the ground,
the beautiful green of trees and plants,
and the splendid blue of my new sky,
one of them I can't name it,
is so unique so special,
I think I'll call it...
Love....

poem by Ana Lia Zaldivar
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Has music gone from poetry?

Has music gone from poetry?
Words and music, still agree?
Dance and rhythm, song and laughter,
Do they echo, now, hereafter..?

Has singing gone from poetry?
Words that sing a listened tune?
Lullaby and melody,
Old rhymes that sleepy mothers croon?

Has rhythm gone from poetry?
Quick as a dance-step, slow as a glide?
Laughing now; now weeping; now shouting with glee –
Dancing round you, singing, can’t catch me…

Has magic gone from poetry?
Spells that summon fairy Fates?
Incantations solemn spoken,
Heroes, giants, to danger woken?

Have light hearts gone from poetry?
Hearts that know the tears of life,
hearts that know the grief of strife,
yet sing and dance and laugh with glee?
Who loves, who loves not poetry?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Has music gone from poetry?

Has music gone from poetry?
Words and music, still agree?
Dance and rhythm, song and laughter,
Do they echo, now, hereafter..?

Has singing gone from poetry?
Words that sing a listened tune?
Lullaby and melody,
Old rhymes that sleepy mothers croon?

Has rhythm gone from poetry?
Quick as a dance-step, slow as a glide?
Laughing now; now weeping; now shouting with glee –
Dancing round you, singing, can’t catch me…

Has magic gone from poetry?
Spells that summon fairy Fates?
Incantations solemn spoken,
Heroes, giants, to danger woken?

Have light hearts gone from poetry?
Hearts that know the tears of life,
hearts that know the grief of strife,
yet sing and dance and laugh with glee?
Who loves, who loves not poetry?

*

(revisited)

poem by Michael Shepherd
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I’m Falling

I’m falling;
I’m falling,
falling in love again.

The sun is out,
love is in the air
and I’m falling
in love again.

No black clouds on the horizon,
only white ones trimmed with gold.
Tell how two hearts
tell each other secrets untold.

Blue birds are singing on every vine.
Singing sweetly,
oh darling will you be mine.

For I’m falling
and falling
in love again.

The sweet scent of roses
drifts through the air
which makes the heart lighter
and want to dance on air.

All because
I’m falling,
I’m falling,
I’m falling in love again.

14 July 2008

poem by David Harris
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My emerald dreams

The rain falling down for whispering my silence
That silence breaking my emerald dreams.
And those clearview shields with rising bubbles and flutes of renaissance
The rain falling down onto our round stones, keeping our kisses,
Coming down onto petals....

Those petals more than yellow sun...

Those petals of the sweet lemon flower,
Blooming as doves that fly in clouds...

And those birds searching their freedom in the unlimited horizon...

Your eyes water, thinking of me
Allowing the door to be left open
While allowing viewing through the window from the inside....
Feeling the sun growing cooler,
Understanding your passion of flame.....

Trying to milk it - drink from it-deeply
Trying to feel its flow
Between your lips and my hair...

Moving the middle to the top,
self- fashioning moving to the bottom as well...

Feeling the blazing hot sun
And the light
As it waits within
And at the end the avid breath
Draining this light inside each other
Like the moon shining inside of the sun....

Hands passing of time
With your smile...
With dedication...
Is It Poetry? Yes, it is......

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Defense Mechanism

you have offended me
and you know that i do not demand any explanation
for like the way all things go
as nature to its due course must take
planets keeping its own orbit
galaxies moving to its charted direction
flowing and floating
you very well know me
i do not demand an explanation

i owe you nothing and the guilt inside you
grows like the usual cancer
i carry within me this innate peace
this peace that i treasure
a song it whistles

something in you owes me
but receive it i will not

nature shall i let go
not i, but it, shall take the inevitable revenge
your misfortune comes like a flood
the clouds are heavy with rain
and you, the lonely river, shall catch
the burden of too much water

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunshine On A Rainy Day

I see you in the darkness
I see you in the light
I see your eyes shining
In through the night
Make me feel, make me feel
Like I belong
Don't leave me, you won't leave me here
All Alone
Cast your eyes
Like summer skies
Blue earth and the ocean
Clearer than the skies, yeah!
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away
You touch me with your spirit
You touch me with your heart
You touch me in the darkness
I feel it start
Make it feel, make it feel
So Unreal (so unreal)
Like a wind in the desert
Like a moon on the sea
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away
Make it feel, make it feel
So Unreal (so unreal)
Like a wind in the desert
Like a moon on the sea, yeah!
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away
Sunshine on a rainy day (sunshine)
Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away

song performed by by Zoe
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Its Croaking Shows Its Presence! !

The croaking echoes through the neighborhood,
the blasting croaking echoes as braying,
sometimes as barking, another time as whistling,
the sounds of croaking may crack our heads,
in the tropical region where it rains,
every other day and musical begins,
with the mono syllabic cricket,
house lizards join them occasionally,
The frogs repeats one day and one night,
as the Native American folklore says,
brother sun agreed and the bear hibernated,
the frogs repeat one day and one night,
it may not be alive the next day,
unnecessary croaking,
is being heard by something,
that slithers and hungry,
its croaking showed its presence,
right to the mouth of that reptile.
In the middle of the meetings,
some of us croak to show our presence,
Croak the wrong information,
out of our peanut brains,
sometimes we croak in the viva verse,
mostly something the invigilators unaware,
fail us then and there,
keeping quiet, sometimes good,
people assume that we know many things,
Politicians croak,
clergies croak,
our teachers croak,
our parents croak,
our children croak,
you and I croak,
our nature make us to croak,
most of the times we get caught,
because we croak a lot.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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You And I In This Little Nook...

your life is never an
empty page, every-days are
scribbles
figures and landscapes of
hills and buffaloes and
waters making
the usual turns on the hillsides
there are blue clouds
caressing treetops,
birds never rest, and the air
keeps on blowing beyond
the edges of
your margins
i am putting sounds, music,
strings, colors,
i am letting the ears of your
books hear,
i am speaking in some chapters,
want you to
to be be bold and firm
like me
hard cover, book bound.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Flowers In The Rain

Woke up one morning half asleep
With all my blankets in a heap
And yellow roses gathered all around me;
The time was still approaching four
I couldnt stand it anymore
Saw marigolds upon my eider down.
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow,
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain keeping me cool.
So I lay upon my side with all the windows opened wide
Couldnt pressurize my head from speaking
Hoping not to make a sound I pushed my bed into the grounds
In time to catch the sight that I was seeking.
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow,
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain keeping me cool.
If this perfect pleasure has the key
Then this is how it has to be
If my pillows getting wet
I dont see that it matters much to me.
I heard the flowers in the breeze make conversation with the trees
Believed to leave reality behind me
With my commitments in a mess my sleep has gone away depressed
In a world of fantasy youll find me.
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow,
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain keeping me cool.

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The Light Of Love

Standing at the terminal I can almost hear the music
Coming from the cold and chilly l.a. night
And when we get to the gate, baby
All of the things that were said
Will they turn you round and bring you back
Will they bring you back
Will you come back home cause you know Im waiting
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
Baby, are you lonely, dont talk to strangers
Im trying to tell myself you wont be gone for long
And when we get to the part baby, where all of the tears start to come
Will you turn around, get on the plane
Will it bring you back, will you come back home
cause you know Im waiting
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
Keeping the night watch
Keeping the night watch

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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