Missing Link
So there you are
The missing link of my life
I was having something
Blank in my mind
And things do not fit
Nothing fits to this “”it”
A square pig
In a hole,
A fish on a hill
A chicken on the sea
A snail in the city
A fan on the freezer
Me to nowhere
You somewhere
For a time I was walking
Without a direction
Without anything in my mind
Things simply do not fit
And there you are
Standing not looking also for
Something specific
And we found ourselves
We fit
We simply talk without bumps
In our throats
We simply enjoy each other’s company
You laugh at my jokes
And I like the way you talk
We fit, now we must live together
I am the thread to your needle’s eye
We fit, you and I
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vacant Space
this is the vacant space
of my room, you may come
this is the vacant hour
you may barge and talk simply talk
this is the vacant lot of my being
you may build your home
this is vacant
fill it with space, drag your hours here,
start watering the roses in your garden
beside your house
this is a vacant hole in my ear
talk simply talk
i am always listening
this is my vacant line, please fill in the missing
word
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Missing you
Missing you is not easy, predictable the least. My mind tries to move on but my heart is in denial oblivious I can’t trust.
Missing you clouds my judgments of love, how can move on when I simply can’t, can I see you one last time, maybe just maybe my world can heal, simply basically be at ease.
Missing you ain’t easy, can barely sleep continuously unable to eat, and even dream, our love a day miskien a fantasy of iets.
Missing has ruined me, made me miss & disbelieve in love, I cannot even try to continue with moving on so please came back home.
Missing you has become my life, still trying in my mind to picture you as my wife, how can I live my life with you nowhere inside, I am dying inside, I still miss you by my side, but regardless I will love you for the rest of my life.
poem by Thato Maluleka
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Missing You Love
Missing you is not easy, predictable the least. My mind tries to move on but my heart is in denial oblivious I can’t trust it anymore.
Missing you clouds my judgments of love, how can I move on when I simply can’t ignore-ignore You & I, can I see you one last time, maybe just maybe my world can heal, simply basically be at ease.
Missing you ain’t easy, I can barely sleep continuously unable to eat, and even dream, our love a day miskien a fantasy of iets.
Missing has ruined me, made me miss & disbelieve in love, I cannot even try to continue with moving on so please came back home.
Missing you has become my life, still trying in my mind to picture you as my wife, how can I live my life with you nowhere inside, I am dying inside, I still miss you by my side, but regardless I will love you for the rest of my life.
poem by Thato Maluleka
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Sometimes Somewhere
there are times when i simply stand
beside a rail
on a platform that looks out to the sea
that does not exist
seagulls of the mind fly like white foams
fishing
for thoughts and digesting what solid resolves
are.
then the mind becomes a cloud that drifts
on another floating orange horizon
then the body becomes a river looking for
its banks
and then the eyes blink undecided
whether to become a moon
or a star
there are times when i simply sit and watch
time going by
and there is no certain direction
but i simply let all these doubts pass
hoping that they all die
like some kind of martyrs
namelessly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Missing
feeling weak today
run the risk of tears
falling down your cheeks
from all the lonely years
holding back your love
while she races up the hill
chase what you dream of
but always standing still
all and all you see
everything is history
think of all that you've been missing
and every now and then
shadows bring you back again
to think of all the things you're missing
lay the pictures out
pull the curtains down
don't let us see you breathe
your happiness you fake
sending up a flare
if anybody really cares
to talk a little while
the past to reconcile
all in all you see
everything is history
think of all the things you're missing
every now and then
i can almost picture him
think of all the things
of all the things
of all the things
well i do
i do
hear the morning creeping in
and the spirit sings again
well you will
you will
see the beauty in this moment
every time you're standing still
time you're standing still
these times are tougher weathered
someday the wind will carry you home
and you'll be free
and you'll be free
no one will pull you down
you'll wake up and look around
and never again
think of all, all that you've been missing
ohh ohh ohh
all that you've been missing
ohh
all and all you see
everything is history
think of all that you've been missing
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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All Things Are Simply Possible, Just By God's Saving Grace!
I aimed to accomplish one thing,
But turned to be yet another;
I thought I was unfit in life,
But God brought me out of all strife.
All things are simply possible,
Just by God's saving grace!
I travelled by a road I chose;
It led me to an alien place;
I thought I had a blunder done;
God gave me timely rain and sun!
All things are simply possible,
Just by God's saving grace!
I felt awful and depressed oft,
And life had turned quite meaningless;
To God, I cried in despair, ‘Lord! '
My strength returned reading His Word!
All things are simply possible,
Just by God's saving grace!
I saw the modern world of man,
Afilled by sin and wickedness;
I felt like asking God, ‘But why? '
Hope filled my heart anew from sky!
All things are simply possible,
Just by God's saving grace!
I found all earthly life futile,
And wished from heart to earlier die!
But God renewed my spirits high,
And made my earthly stay worthwhile!
All things are simply possible,
But by God's saving grace!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 17=11-2012
poem by John Celes
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Happy Way
Live life laugh
Every day...
Laugh wanted every
Time each theday...
Laugh is gift
For the life
So -
Laugh for your
Mistakes and your
Funny mind working way...
Laugh is taken
The life somethy
Day today's....
Don't laugh
Another person
Life the way...
Simply laugh
And making life
Your happy way...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Dusk and Dying
Dusk purple trees reach out high,
Gently brushing the Cotton Candy sky,
The nostalgic horizon passes by
And time races toward the time to die.
And I cannot help but wonder “But Why”?
Time is simply passing by, passing by,
Passing by….
But does it pause for me? Not I.
For me time simply passes by,
Like these leaves that patch this somber sky,
Time simply passes by
Like these leaves that have dried,
Skipping over the concrete, so spry.
“Simply live and let live! ” I try,
But life and living keep passing me by.
So, as my verse so aptly implies,
Whether I live, or whether I die,
I simply bid you fond goodbyes,
Like the sun as it sinks ‘low the cotton candy skies…
poem by Rachel L. Moore
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To Say That I Am Miserable Is To Say That I Am Like Them
my friends will have a hard time
figuring out the real compass
of my north, for i make the impression
that i am bound south,
slow and not so sure, i keep walking
and they do not really know if i am with
them or against them
when they begin to talk i
pretend that i am their best friend
and when they laugh
i do not really join them
they always suspect that there is something
wrong with my capacity for
honesty or they simply leave me
for what they think i am,
secretive man, always keeping things
to himself, only wanting to survive
life's harsh treatment of himself,
i do not tell them, actually of some
miseries
i fear that i will just be another one
like them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The larger meaning here is that mainstream journalists simply cannot talk about things that the two parties agree on; this is the black hole of American politics.
quote by Michael Pollan
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Butterflies
Butterflies
In my stomach
Like a dropp on
A roller coaster
It's happens
Every time I look at you
It happens
Every time we talk
You make me smile
You make me laugh
Your what I've wanted
For a long time
You always say the
Sweetest things
You always know
What to do
But it's forbidden
When we're older maybe
Right now I am simply content to
Have you in my life
poem by Autumn Winds
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I found out that many of our Catholics simply don't know what the church teaches, and why, on a lot of issues, and therefore are saying things that they think are okay. They simply don't know.
quote by Roger Mahony
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I Like It Here (part Two)
i like it here
i speak my lines i deliver them and there is no one to listen
how do i know you listening?
but even if i know you are there
it does not really matter
i am here only to speak
and i do not want to hear you talking back
i like it here
this place is simply perfect
for my circumlocution
my monologue
the way i speak to the moon
when the stars are so silent and unminding
the way i talk to the river when it simply passes by its banks
the way i talk to a stone, a tree, a pole, a cloud,
the way i talk to a glass one day whose water i have all drank
the way i talk to a horse, a dog, a cat,
or even to a pillow all wet with my tears.
i like this monologue.
i burst and then i live anew
for another day
tomorrow.
yes, i like it too
talking to your picture that i keep many years ago.
black and white and scented
with moth balls.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Time After Time
She makes me laugh
Shell make me cry
And when we talk
She wonders why
That I cant breathe into this life
With the things she says I wanna die
All the things we talk about you know they stay on my mind
On my mind
All the things we laugh about theyll bring us through it everytime
After time after time
Cuz you're all I wanted to find
Cuz you're all I wanted to find
And I would drive, the whole night through
Just so I could spend it with you
I know youre mine, and I hope its true
That when we fight, we will make it through
All the things we talk about you know they stay on my mind
On my mind
All the things we laugh about theyll bring us through it everytime
After time after time
Cuz you're all I wanted to find
Cuz you're all I wanted to find
Im falling, Im falling, Im falling down
Im falling, Im falling, Im falling down
Im falling, Im falling, Im falling down
Im falling, Im falling, Im falling down
Down, down, down
Cuz you're all i wanted to find
Cuz you're all i wanted to find
Cuz you're all i wanted to find
Cuz you're all i wanted to find
Yes you're all, yes you're all I wanted
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Life... is not simply a series of exciting new ventures. The future is not always a whole new ball game. There tends to be unfinished business. One trails all sorts of things around with one, things that simply won't be got rid of.
quote by Anita Brookner
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Writing is like
One that I had in a dream
I was a bird flying high
Smooth air on my wings
Then I suddenly
Fell down
I did not experience any
Cut on any of my wings
They simply stopped flapping
And the air slipped
Sucked by some
Monster in space
It is like writing
I fall down today
From the heights of
Inspiration and
My mind simply
Breaks down
No thought
No dictation
From up there
Every word is sucked
Into nothingness
And all the boredom
That I have confessed to you
Once twice and always
Such that
You believe that I am
Simply inventing things
For attention,
All these are true.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Please Do Not Be Disappointed With My Poetry
in the first place i do not really rhyme
not that i can't but i don't because i like it to be just that
like my life, i do not really rhyme with the world
there is more conflict
than harmony, i do not jibe and jam well with
yes, anybody, it simply takes time for them to really understand me
more more time for me too to understand them
and like them
and like me, as though living life is just a matter of liking each other
period, and not really trying to learn and be compassionate
and have this little sense of tolerance
this sense
of perhaps, he is just ekking his way to a steep mountain of his
trying hard
(copycat) of just trying to live in authenticity
honesty, that is the simplest word we can say
i always think of other things
sometimes people are just cruel
they want patterns they want people to be like other people
setting models
and trails made also by men and women with the usual human brains
poor judgments come and we do not bother we simply want others to
live normal lives
nothing deviant, shy away from the genius of ingenuity
trekking new paths
not minding the dangers of the unknown spreading like a red carpet
before our feet
back to poetry, this is my poetry and by now you have noticed
they are written as they come inside my mind
no patterns no molds no shape no expectations no
AA BB CC DD
just plain talk, spontaneous, like a tear falling from your eyes
shaping itself to pain and then falling without style
like a candle melting to the fire and shaping itself
in the air
there is simply no dictation of where and how and what
like ourselves our lives like chocolates in the box
of Forest Gump
we just don't know what we really get
we just let go
and let live and then die and be buried
tears for a while, and then
yes, forever forgotten.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.
Waiting For The Time That I Have No More To Say
i am simply waiting
for the time when i have nothing anymore
to say and
then i will just sit there
in the corner looking at the sun
that will no longer rise or set,
not
really static,
it simply passes,
as though nothing happens.
and
when i have nothing more to say
it simply means,
goodbye,
i have freed myself
at last,
from the bondage
of speech from
the opression
of words,
from the anxiety
of the syllable,
from the demands
of certain
letters to finally form
a word,
from the
mandate of a blank slate
searching for
its own meaning
in whatever i speak.
and write
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pause 6
pause
silence
more silence
it is my belief that in times of our silence
when we pause a little bit
from so much talk
and (nonsense)
we simply let God pass
and we pause some more sensing this air of holiness this divinity
that is simply
not found in ourselves
malice sometimes gets shamed
and we are silenced
but i know with our caliber, it will not be for long
we talk again
unceasingly as though the words in this world will be out
and there is no more word
left for tomorrow
(oh, what a lot of nonsense!)
let us pause again, i am a little bit tired
for once let us be silent and be happy within the confines
of our soul
leave me alone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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