Making The Choices...
from my rotting belly
words like words are coming out
no one likes them
worms are beguiling
i am misled myself
because from my rotten belly
the worms without my minding
have become
tiny butterflies
then they fly towards my hair
which have become some kind of little flowers
and i can smell the sweet scents of chili
i have forgotten my body
i have become a forest with all these safari stuff
and orchids and wild birds
to my big surprise of course
because i am never asleep i am awake
oh, this workings of the mind
from a rotten body, this junk of our history
shall rise
the wonders of our future, a forest, birds, safari, rivers,
clouds, skies,
everything, everything, you simply have to make the choices...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Surfin Safari
Lets go surfin now
Everybodys learning how
Come on and safari with me
(come on and safari with...)
Early in the morning well be startin out
Some honeys will be coming along
Were loading up our woody
With our boards inside
And headin out singing our song
Come on (surfin) baby wait and see (surfin safari)
Yes Im gonna (surfin) take you surfin (surfin safari)with me
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Everybodys learning how
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At huntington and malibu
Theyre shooting the pier
At rincon theyre walking the nose
Were going on safari to the islands this year
So if youre coming get ready to go
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Surfin' Safari
Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learning how
Come on and safari with me
Early in the morning we'll be startin' out
Some honeys will be coming along
We're loading up our Woody
With our boards inside
And headin' out singing our song
Come on baby wait and see
Yes I'm gonna take you surfin' with me
Come along baby wait and see
Yes I'm gonna take you surfin' with me
Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learning how
Come on and safari with me
At Huntington and Malibu
They're shooting the pier
At Rincon they're walking the nose
We're going on safari to the islands this year
So if you're coming get ready to go
Come on baby wait and see
Yes I'm gonna take you surfin' with me
Come along baby wait and see
Yes I'm gonna take you surfin' with me
Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learning how
Come on and safari with me
They're anglin' in Laguna in Cerro Azul
They're kicking out in Dohini too
I tell you surfing's mighty wild
It's getting bigger every day
From Hawaii to the shores of Peru
Come on baby wait and see
Yes I'm gonna take you surfin' with me
Come along baby wait and see
Yes I'm gonna take you surfin' with me
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Surfin safari
Lets go surfin now
Everybodys learning how
Come on a safari with me
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Early in the morning well be startin out
Some honeys will be coming along
Were loading up our woody with our boards inside
And headin out singing our song
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Yes Im gonna (surf route) take you surfin (surfin safari)with me
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My Silence Shall Be
i find this in the forest of trees
long trees, shady, such that what you can see
are only shadows of leaves
and what you hear is only the sound of the wind
choked between tight walls,
this is my silence,
moist, and soft, between a growth of wild
ferns
rotten leaves heaps and heaps of
rotten leaves
layer after layer of rotten leaves
thick and pushed still to the roots
smashed to the ground
some seeds from the oaks
or maybe from the flowers of the orchids
or some sweet fruits and red berries fall
in there
and they begin to grow
rich as humus is this soil down
the darkness of this forest,
this is my silence
deep inside me
moist, rotten, but soon
lots shall grow
seeds turning into sprouts
to trees again
perhaps taller than ever
some fruits so sweet and colored and shiny
some flowers scented and so lovely,
this my silence
shall be, i am keeping it for years
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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my silence shall be
i find this in the forest of trees
long trees, shady, such that what you can see
are only shadows of leaves
and what you hear is only the sound of the wind
choked between tight walls,
this is my silence,
moist, and soft, between a growth of wild
ferns
rotten leaves heaps and heaps of
rotten leaves
layer after layer of rotten leaves
thick and pushed still to the roots
smashed to the ground
some seeds from the oaks
or maybe from the flowers of the orchids
or some sweet fruits and red berries fall
in there
and they begin to grow
rich as humus is this soil down
the darkness of this forest,
this is my silence
deep inside me
moist, rotten, but soon
lots shall grow
seeds turning into sprouts
to trees again
perhaps taller than ever
some fruits so sweet and colored and shiny
some flowers scented and so lovely,
this my silence
shall be, i am keeping it for years
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For Kemberly
Her body, already rotting, was found dumped, along with seven other guerrillas, deep in the forest of Concepcion, days after the Dec.15 encounter. (Inquirer, April 8,2010)
at first they were surprised about the changes.
there were no more cocktails
parties are shunned
and you stopped reaping honors
for yourself in the state university
in a wink of an eye you were gone.
where?
you assumed new names.
you've been living with the poor peasants
in nameless places.
you are Adriane, Ms. Nurse,
or God knows who
they know later through the papers.
i am shocked too about your untimely death
your rotten body
beside the new people's army guerrillas
deep in the forest of the mountain in Bukidnon
beauty and brain and idealism all
gone.
at the end of all these
sufferings
on the temple of giving all that you have
what they give you is a poem
the one that does not make any dead man rise
the one that never heals
the sufferings of those
who love you more than them
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Reminder For All Of Us
according to the laws of evolution something that is not used
may finally be lost. It fades. It is gone. So like the fins of a fish
who migrated to the island, they slowly fall out and from there shall
grow a set of wings and claws. They become birds.And they soon
learn to fly. They dream of clouds.
Like the moss of the rocks by the shore
by the lake. They envy the worms. They dream to wriggle
and move and push their tiny bodies.Soon the acquire the gift
of motion. Soon they become worms and crawl their way up
on the leaf. They even become caterpillars. Soon they become
the new butterflies.
So it will be with us. If we do not walk, our feet will soon be forgotten.
They will become mere skin. Our feet shrink and become part of
our bottom. If we do not think and use our minds, soon the brain
becomes a stone. Hard. Brittle. Soon they become part of the river
where a passerby simply steps upon it. Upon us.
Soon we will just be the sand. And the river flows upon.
If we do not love, soon we will just become a wall, a floor,
a house whose doors will close. A place for nothing
but merely departure.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Girl of Wilderness
The girl I met on the bushy land, heaped
Beyond paddy fields, was peeping
For birds, their nests, eggs and babies
An endeavor to help birds to survive.
She glanced at me with her sapphire eyes pair
I saw oddity in the point of her look.
My gun loaded to kill a prey to eat
Glad as she could help a tiny bird to live
Desprate was I, could not catch one to gulp
Innocence was her mark,
Traded me at heart
My solitude catught her fragrance
I left my gun
Begged her feel
I loneged her scent, delicate and versatile
I invite her in my wild dreams
Her lofty haughty breasts
The butter cone of temptation and
The wild burries hot and sweet on it
The belly which pated my liking
And the belly button
Naval and the hidden marvel split
Thighs dart across
She is in her wild innocence
Scard of the touch of man
Does not want to to be pregnant
As scared of a painful child birth
She remains in the wild, helping birds
That's, what she like, her life.
poem by Sam Varghis
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Notes From Mambukal
i am learning
from the towering trees
i have seen the right of birds
to have a home
the co-existence of bats and
snakes
the essence of ripe fruits
that must remain on the ground
until they are rotten
when birds leave the seeds
after consuming all pulp
and flesh
the songs of birds
love calls
the hisses of snakes
the chants of earthworms
it was a night
when i dip my body to that hot spring
with healthy sulfur breaths
from volcanic
woman
when i make my self still
listening
always listening
and simply feeling what is warm
and tender
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If Nature Survives
Once upon a time dense forest
Now stands open field with no trees to rest
No green branches and no noise of birds
It has become rare chance for melody to be heard
Where has our cuckoo gone?
Why has she deserted morning tune?
What have we done to her go in exile?
I thought she has lost her refuge for a while
The sparrows have disappeared too
Quite in numbers could be seen through
In window hole or in little hide out
They were happily seen to be heard about
They have gone too and become extinct
Probably to far off places and in interior districts
Now villages too have adopted same way
Little trees and forest is done away
You find no crows, owls or eagles
Sky is seen barren and no formation of love triangles
Nature has turned off its kind eye
Not enough of birds could be seen to fly
Deforestation is on rise and on high side
Gap is apparent and looks very wide
We are doing enough of damage to wild culture
As if we have taken out right control for future
Who to be blamed for this outrageous act?
Earth has tolerated it but so far refused to react
Of late natural calamities are on rise
It may spring anytime big surprise
Large population insects and birds stay in forest
It is their birth place and permanent refuge for rest
We need not disturb ecological balance
Let each tree cut be replaced by more to make it dense
If nature survives we survive too
In defiance we fell apart and disintegrate too
No one can survive long its absence
Nature is our mother and real essence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On the open plain (Catena Rondo)
Some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds,
blooms appear with heads searching for the sun;
on this earth so it's been since time begun,
some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds,
blooms appear with heads searching for the sun
they rejoice over a day that is new
are fresh with the glistening morning dew;
blooms appear with heads searching for the sun
they rejoice over a day that is new
as bees and butterflies flutter along
birds do sing the happiest kind of song
they rejoice over a day that is new,
as bees and butterflies flutter along
wild deer graze at the soft tender green grass
while they in massive herds do slowly pass
as bees and butterflies flutter along
wild deer graze at the soft tender green grass
some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds
grow to strength in a world full of big weeds,
wild deer graze at the soft tender green grass,
some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds,
blooms appear with heads searching for the sun;
on this earth so it's been since time begun,
some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Lonely Woman
she sings her songs
in the desert
time and again
those that hear her
under the moon
remember oasis
bridges and rivers
and seagulls and
date palms
wild birds in the safari
tigers and lions
with cubs
and forests never
before imagines
such a sad woman
wanting to free her people
from the loneliness
of the dunes
the cruelty of the sun at
noon
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Magic Of Forest
.Nature around me, leaves rustling in the wind,
Dewy green grass in mornings, under my steps,
To breathe deeply the fresh, pure air of forest i enjoy.
I listen the twitter of birds that i so much adore,
I love to walk along rivers,
Blossomed flowers to smell and admire.
I adore the forest, the marvelous trees,
I want to live there forever,
Till the end of my days.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Sorry Girl
but it is not my habit to
find out how you are doing when you are no longer there to greet me
when i arrive from a very long trip with someone else that you do not know
that you are not interested with
since it simply inflicts that pain
that you are getting used to
hello is strange word now.
it is not my friend, neither is the word goodbye
do not tell me that once i have said the word
i get tired of its face
the 'why' embedded in it
is perplexing
if at all i give it a thought
or a piece of my
mind
i like birds with strong wings
those that travel far away and do not come back
it they come back
they only bring memories
and sad stories
do i have to make a pool of tears again
where some 'unfit' organisms for a time swim and then die?
i like birds with claws those that know what wars to fight out there
sharp claws
that promise them to live some more years
do not underestimate my capacity for sorrow
my love for death
besides the birds i also have worms,
lots of worms as friends
they are too sympathetic to our causes
accommodating to our weariness
they know when to eat and rest
and sing the funeral hymns.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Rotten Row
In Rotten Row a cigarette
I sat and smoked, with no regret
For all the tumult that had been.
The distances were still and green,
And streaked with shadows cool and wet.
Two sweethearts on a bench were set,
Two birds among the boughs were met;
So love and song were heard and seen
In Rotten Row.
A horse or two there was to fret
The soundless sand; but work and debt,
Fair flowers and falling leaves between,
While clocks are chiming clear and keen,
A man may very well forget
In Rotten Row.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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A Bad Day, That Is What It Is
there is no gas for the stove
and the fish is half-cooked
the rice smells like rotten worms
and the kitchen looks like
a garage full of junk
she is still praying
and you wonder if breakfast still exists
you pack your things
and move out trying to spell out
other women's names
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
All the birds sing words and the flowers croon in the Tiki, Tiki, Tiki, Tiki,
Tiki Room. Welcome to our tropical hideaway you lucky people you. If we weren't
in the show starting right away we'd be in the audience too.
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
All the birds sing words and the flowers croon
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
The bird of paradise is an elegant bird. It likes to be seen and it loves to be
heard. Most little birdies will fly away but the Tiki Room birds are here every
day.
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
All the birds sing words and the flowers croon
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
Our show is delightful we hope you'll agree. We hope that it fills you with
pleasure and glee. Because if we don't make you feel like that, we're gonna
wind up on a lady's hat
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room All
the birds sing words and the flowers croon
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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I Cannot See
I cannot see the flowers
if you're not with me.
I cannot even smell them.
Their perfume is lost on me.
I cannot see the birds fly
if you're not with me.
Their wingless flight escapes
along with their melody.
I cannot see the butterflies
if you're not with me.
The beauty of their colors
are only a memory
of when I saw all these things
and love was in full bloom
when the flowers, birds and butterflies
lifted my lonely gloom.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Putting It On Record For Now...
there is this lady-judge
who had two talented and intelligent sons
with leadership qualities
she loved them so much
her husband is a lawyer who defended the poor
and the oppressed
they live on top of a hill away from the rest
they live a very private life
and mind their own affairs
her sons believed in an ideology of liberating the poor from their chains
left her home and fled to the mountains
the military searched them
and they vanished
there were many things that were rumored
one body was found beside a river ridden with bullets
rotten and worms were consuming each wound
another body was later found on the other side of the mountain
under the forest trees with a face that is severely disfigured
they speculated that they were the bodies of her two sons
missing for years and now thought of dead
the lady judge is strong
we do not speak about it
if she were weaker she would have gone insane
her husband got sick
and found no meaning in lawyering for the masses anymore
i must remember this
and write about it
because no one has done it
this i put on record
we did nothing to appease her
we did nothing to
put into the hands of the law those culprits
those were the harsh times
we only prayed
we only offered flowers
we only left towards our own respective homes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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three flowers ڙ ڙ ڙ
and two worms ~ ~
and some cloudy complaintsڛ ڜ ڝ
and there you are giving this advice
→
i am worried about the
three flowers ڙ ڙ ڙ
i need some birds
to take the two worms
away from me ~ ~
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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