Living In A Very Silent World
tonight is like
diving in the
deepest part
of the Surigao
Trench, there
is so much
silence and
all the rocks
and corrals
and fishes
and seahorses
and urchins
and grasses
are not talking.
all i see are bubbles
rising to the surface
and the bottom
of a boat passing
over my head.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Have The Storms On Time
We have the storms on time
in time for more stories to tell
A ship sank carrying a load
of 600 passengers lost and
unaccounted,
A loaded boat
lost in the middle of Surigao
Trench,40 passengers lost
and unaccounted including
a new born child and a sick
mother and the expectant
father:
More stars are shining
tonight and then fade against
the black clouds and the strong winds.
And in the morning
a fifteen-minute silence
for all those that perished,
we say all our prayers in solemn silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Reconnection
Koi feeding on
my hand
in the clear pond
beside
the neighbor's house
it is the first day
of this year
bubbles of water
rising to the surface
green moss and
rocks
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Room
... it was simply wider
for me
i was like a pebble
falling to the
ocean floor of
the Surigao
trench
...it made me lonelier
it made me think of you
that room was a night
of long sleeplessness
the following morning
my eye sockets deepen
like a black hole of
my self
made universe
i am still looking for myself
and i am
afraid
i have not found it still
someone is talking
and writing and i do not recognize
it
it is strange and it seems to be
the truest of my
lie.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ha Ha Ha Happy Family
See see Papa Trench Bottom
dig in the mines happily, laugh ha ha happily
and drink at night and hear him
snore before the day
happy happy Papa Trench Bottom
he he he he he ha ha happy happy
at home and at work
See see Mama Big Bottom
she she she he he ha ha happy
Dance happily Cook with joy
toss with levity
and puts dishes aplenty on the table
for all in the family to eat and be merry
See see Teenage Tough Dude
he he he happily walks in the streets
Cool at school
Very Pop with the babes
and eating lots at home, with gravity
very serious in look, sparse in his words
but loves his mom, dad and sis
deep deep within, ha ha happily happily
Happy Happy Teenage Cool Dude
And see Sister Barbie Doll Pretty
Curls and dimples and cute smiles all
Happy hours in the ha ha bathroom
many more hours texting and chatting
and lots and lots of FaceTime
Happy happy walking sexy
all the way to work
and chirping all day like a Paradise Bird
at work at the Rainbow Fast Food Outlet
happy happy talking talking all workday
Ah See Happy happy he he he
she she she happy happy Family
Trench Bottom family he he he
and she she she all day and night
Happy happy Trench Bottoms
Happy happy he he ha ha Happy Family always
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Lust Sailing On The Sea Of Desire
sail with me
on my boat to the sea
your breasts my paddles
my pelvis your floor
sail with me
in the ocean of desire
lust with me
on this little leak of my
boat to the sea
sink with me
to the deepest thoughts
of the sea
learn with me
the meaning of love
the true meaning of true love
death of desire
rising at the end
to the greater joys of foam
at the surface
the sun, the moon and then the stars
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Rocks And The Cliff In Front Of Me
the rocks in front of me
are layered like sheets of paper works
a load i must suppose for
centuries unread
the grasses of the desert
have come to cover
a part of the history of their
shale
i am the shadow at noonday
asking
what these rocks can do for me?
or shall i say
rocks, rocks, boulders of rocks
tell me the heaviness of your
burden
tell the secrets of your
strengths
the echoes keep on rebounding
sounding like the
laughter of a madman
asking the questions and
figuring out the answers
from the same sound
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Get Erotic
Some get erotic,
When the bottom drops...
And they hit the rocks.
Like their heads had knocked against,
Acknowledged nonsense.
Some get erotic,
When the bottom drops...
And they hit the rocks.
Like they got up from a shock,
That all their bubbles popped!
And they found out...
They were isolated and locked.
And they found out...
Life is not about what they've got!
And they found out...
They were isolated and locked.
And they found out...
The bottom rushes to the top.
When you're dropping,
Isolated.
When your'e dropping,
And locked.
Some get erotic,
When the bottom drops...
And they hit the rocks.
Like they got up from a shock,
That all their bubbles popped!
And they found out...
They were isolated and locked.
And they found out...
The bottom rushes to the top.
When you're dropping,
Isolated.
When your'e dropping,
And locked.
When you're dropping,
Isolated.
When your'e dropping,
And locked.
Some get erotic,
When the bottom drops...
Like they got up from a shock,
That all their bubbles popped!
And isolated,
When their droppin'
Isolated,
And locked.
Isolated,
When their droppin'
Isolated,
And locked.
Some get erotic,
When the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
Some get erotic,
When their droppin' isolated and locked.
Some get erotic when the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
Some get erotic,
When their droppin' isolated and locked.
Some get erotic when the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
Some get erotic when the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
Some get erotic when the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
Some get erotic when the bottom drops...
And a lifestyle stops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Island Of Desire
i live here in this island of desire
i am happier here now
on this circular island surrounded
by so many colored fishes
and corals and rocks and urchins
i live here alone and yet so happy
in this solitude where i am
the only truth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What I Need
a rising sun between two breasts
of mountains green and lushing
trees and a blanket of daisies on
grasses soft and rivers with waters
flowing on a bed of rocks and stones
and sand, a hushing sound of a song
a maiden young and wondering if i
this man shall kiss her lips tonight
when the moon is full when the stars
are glistening like diamonds in the skies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Goodnight Song
you're my backseat lover who never wears a seatbelt
my angel who can't keep her halo straight
you've got a shoulder for me to cry on
and another with a devil to steer me the wrong way
so let's go, let's go
bottom's up, bottom's up, baby girl, tonight is the night that maybe
tonight, tonight, maybe i will get some sleep,
i won't be thinking of you
goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, so long,
this is the goodnight song
you're a hardcore version of a damsel in distress
cut my heart, pour the salt, and press
then you kiss it to, heal the wound
now the sun's rising, morning's coming soon
so let's go, let's go
bottom's up, bottom's up, baby girl, tonight is the night that maybe
tonight, tonight, maybe i will get some sleep,
i won't be thinking of you
goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, so long,
this is the goodnight song
your tongue's so evil, the skin on your teeth peels off
but you're everything my dreamcatcher caught
your tongue's so evil, the skin on your teeth peels off
but i'm never gonna ask you to stop
so let's go, let's go
bottom's up, bottom's up, baby girl, tonight is the night that maybe
tonight, tonight, maybe i will get some sleep,
i won't be thinking of you
goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, so long,
this is the goodnight song
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Reconfigure A New Route For My Mind 6.1.2008
A New Route
The sensation of lukewarm sea water
too shallow for swimming, perfect for
drifting; then sitting under ten-storey
high fir trees, the sea and wind sighing
You’re playing with your new cell phone
while I’m caught in the nightmares of a
Castaneda, wrapped in my own mind,
in need of shifting my focus
To things that I like, because I’ve heard
and read too many things that are sad
and threatening – time to reconfigure
a new route for my mind!
Water And Currents And Rocks
Your new diving mask let me see psychedelic
bubbles in its strange colouring; I was the last
one swimming in the sea, the wind strong;
but stronger in me the enjoyment of the deli-
cious sensation of currents washing over my
body; staring at sliver glimmers of fishes;
savouring the feeling of gliding through water
powerfully, feeling as free as a fish myself;
in the end Tiaan forced me to leave, he was
freezing, so was I, but the heavenly sensations
were making me delirious, I can’t wait
to go back, to feel it again: Water and
currents and rocks and enchanting
fishes to see!
A New Way Of Living
I changed into a dreamer today, clad
in a black evening gown, sallied forth
to enjoy a magical night on the town,
I imagined my favourite characters
There; thought up a whole scenario
of lovely delight; while we shopped
and talked, watched out for hippo’s
and crocodiles, saw rhinos and
buffaloes, my characters discussed
philosophy, poetry and the prospect
of a new universe where the imagi-
nation was free to invent new ways
of living and being and seeing, new
ideas for interaction and creating
and making and thinking – I had the
most marvelous time, with you and
the kids talking away while I smiled
with little to say, recreating the world
in my mind – a new way of living and
loving and being and seeing!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Writing At That Time When You Were Sick...or Dying
when you write
when you are sick and having fever throughout the night
there is no one beside you
there is no electricity, and there is a storm raging on your roof
the house is shaking
you feel that in a short while this house will be blown away
and you just do not know what happens in mid-air
when you write these lines
you hear voices asking for help as though they are buried by the waves
twirled and taken to the bottom of that deep and dark ocean
some bodies
of children and women
some still holding each others' hands
lay dead beside the black corrals and the sea porcupines and urchins
finally, you are carried by this horror
your body shakes in terror like the house shaking its beams and walls in mid-air
you give up the pen
let go off the paper
you give up that consciousness
what you have and what you are now
is air,
strangled like a throat
all breaths finally
sucked
in a vacuum
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Between Us Is This Mystery
when our two bodies fuse
giving off
so much energy that we
can ever imagine
in the spark of my mind
when i close my eyes
lies this chasm
i fall in there
and till date
even as i open my eyes
and leave you with my fingers
i still feel no bottom
i am a leaf with nowhere
to land
there is no surface of the water
there is no sand
at the bottom
the bubbles keep mesmerizing
the mind lost in
ecstasy unimagined before
the first touch
of your nipple to my
upper lip.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sweet Miracle
I wasn't waling on water
I was stadning on a reef
when the tide came in
swept beneath the surface
lost without a trace
no hope at all
no hope at all
Oh - sweet miracle
oh - sweet miracle
Of life
I wasn't walking angles
I was talking to myself
rising up to the surface
raging against the night
starless night
oh - sweet miracle
love's sweet miracle
of life
Oh salvation
Oh salvation
I wasn't praying for magic
I was hading in plain sight
rising up from the surface
to flight into th night
song performed by by Rush
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At The Surface Of These All.....
it is nice at the top
there is more fun in there
at the surface one sees
sun and landscapes of
plains and trees and houses and
trains and
roads,
at night, it is a city of
glittering diamonds
and you are on top of this
situation
it is nice swimming at the surface
seeing the rest enjoying their splash of
days
but it gets lonely
sometimes, at first, then most of the times
the nights are like clinging hands
pulling you down to
some depths of your
kept oceans
showing you the dark side
of your existence
the most silent part of it
this one
tells you the truth
and speaks straight to you
without
the flowers of
euphemistic living
you are plunged into a vast silence of the
deepest part in you
and you take all the risk
that somehow because of too much pressure
you break down into
pieces of
broken stars
porcelain, glass, cracking
and this inability to join the pieces together
makes you
incomplete again into the emptiness of your
being
what i hear is sighs in the depths like
some kind of
whales communicating that there is something greater
down there
rather than the top the surface which may offer you
a loud life laughing
but then deep inside their is this wailing and mourning
as though someone so well loved
has just passed away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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You know how fighting fish do it? They blow bubbles and in each one of those bubbles is an egg and they float the egg up to the surface. They keep this whole heavy nest of eggs floating, and they're constantly repairing it. It's as if they live in both elements.
quote by Audre Lorde
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Brand New Feeling
Its a brand new feeling
That I never ever had before
And Im always amazed at the range of my emotions
Cause its a brand new feeling
Getting better every minute of the day
And it fits me like a glove
And it rocks me like a boat
On the ocean
Ah whod a believed it
Oh I must be getting lazy
Spending so much time
With just one girl
Lord this is crazy
But Im not running anywhere anyhow
Im staying right here
Itll do for now
Cause its a brand new feeling
That I never ever had before
And Im always amazed at the range of my emotions
Cause its a good, good feeling
Getting better every minute of the day
And it fits me like a glove
And it rocks me like a boat
On the ocean
Brand new feeling
Brand new, brand new feeling
Cause you look up and smile
This never happen before
God this is really strange
Let me have some more
Mmmm coconut butter
Pull the curtains tight
Feeling better already
Im staying in tonight
Cause its a brand new feeling
That I never ever had before
And Im always amazed at the range of my emotions
Cause its a good, good feeling
Getting better every minute of the day
And it fits me like a glove
And it rocks me like a boat
On the ocean
Brand new feeling
Brand new, brand new feeling
I said it fits me like a glove
And it rocks me like a boat
On the ocean
Its a brand new
Its a brand new
Its a brand new feeling
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Vic 1
THE boat is ready
you hold the paddle
and you step on it
and take the ride
there is this peace
that the pond offers
there is this solitude
of the heart
that speaks the silence
of the water
the boat wades with
you
then you let everything
float away
beside the river bank
a tree grows
with lush leaves
you lay your head
on the side of the boat
you close your eyes
and then dream
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Today I Say Thank You For The Silence
thank you for the silence
when you tap my shoulder without saying a word
that was all that i need
thank you for the smile
without uttering any word that smile has spoken more than
what i need for the day
when i finally hit the rocks at the bottom
thank you for the company
it was more than the flowers and the money and the food
even for that short moment
way beyond my longer days of sorrow
you have given me comfort
now, in my solitude, i need more of the silence
thank you, you also know how to leave me
always at the right time
when silence becomes so precious
when we call it
golden
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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