My Place Is Still The Same...
i do not know you that much
it is just your picture beside a clean shaven man
whose hands wrap your body as you smile
prudently, shy and composed perhaps
no longer ashamed to tell the world that
you have found the right one for you
i do not know you
i have seen you once in the market place
looking for an ethical
fabric of your next creation
i wonder why i followed you
you do not know me too
you have no inkling as to who i am
this is not a matter of love or compassion
it has something to do with a curiosity
whether you are happy or sad
whether you have written some poems for our existence
some words for our despair and perhaps some notes
for this anxiety
you will never know me for i am far from what you have heard
or seen
i live somewhere beyond the address of my words and creations
you shall never know that place
peculiar in its colors and scents
there is no texture that jibes with any of my moment
somehow, guts tell me that we are born with the same fate
or defects or limitations
that is why i followed you because i wonder how you manage
with that disability
you are in the arms of someone now
clean shaven, looking like an innocent dragonfly
stopping over a leafless twig
and soon, shall die without a trace of why.
my place will still be the same
a cave covered by a curtain of waterfalls
old vines, and dry interior where i never put off the fire.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Cleanest Man....
he is clean
he prides about the beard
that he has
just shaven
he is clean
there is no hair left on his head
no hair between his thighs
and legs
he is clean
his chest is bare now
his heart slowly
beating
he is clean as he
is empty
like a room without
furniture and
drapes
he is clean and without
sin
he who has not done
anything
and can do not wrong again...
he is clean now
for he is dead....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Have A Happy
(words & music by weisman - kaye - fuller)
Now once it was told to me
Were born with a magic key
It opens the door to miracles of spring
It takes you to wishing wells
To ice cream and carousels
And yet this magic key wont unlock a thing
Unless you have a happy, ya have a happy
Have a happy, warm smiling face
I start believin, in believin
Let your address, be sunshine place
Theres love and theres joy Im told
Much more than your heart can hold
Its there like the ring you would grab
On a merry-go-round
The world isnt half as gray
With friends on a rainy day
But people keep away, when you wear a frown
Unless you have a happy, ya have a happy
Have a happy, warm smiling face
I start believin, in believin
Let your address, be sunshine place
Let your address, be sunshine place
Let your address... be sunshine place
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Clean
Eat clean,
Live clean,
Sleep clean,
dress clean,
Walk clean,
Learn clean,
Play clean,
Think clean,
dance clean,
Talk clean,
Sing clean,
work clean,
Because the world around you is watching what you do;
You are the only one on this earth,
So live and let us live too.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Picture Of Colors
A picture of colors
A purple forest of colors
A balloon of colors
A blue fantasy of colors
This is what our planet should be
A whirlwind of colors
A white world of colors
A resting place of colors
A red hideaway of colors
This is what it should look like
A ‘yes' world of colors
A yellow rainbow of colors
A graced hill of colors
A green meadow of colors
An overflowing basket of colors
An orange bowl of colors
This would be a perfect place
Clean
Today, everything was fine fine fine
Until roundabout quarter to 9, suddenly I found myself in a bind, a bind
Was it something I said
Something I read
And manifest thats getting you down
Dont you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye
Id sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean, clean
Tomorrow, what price will I pay
Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed, would you then give me
The time of day
I need a map of your head, translated into english so I can learn to not make you frown
Feel better if you vent, put your frustrations into four letter words and let them out on
Mine
The most weathered ears in town!
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean
Clean (x6)
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirt words come out clean
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean, clean
song performed by by Incubus
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My fault
I'm not sure what has changed me,
but I have.....
Ideas that have been set into my soul,
no longer grow.
I don't care if my house is clean,
I don't care if its someone to please,
I'm not mean, Life to me, a tease.
The importance I place,
living a life of no disgrace.
No material thing can make me happy,
what I really want is sappy.
Take me to a place full of nature,
show me things I've never seen,
can I do this...if all I do is clean?
Where do we place our boundaries?
Then ask why?
Life is a beautiful source of happiness,
I've tried to conform, I've tried to be perfect....
but in this world...
there is no such thing. I want to do things
that make my soul
SING! ! !
This is my fault,
probably why I soar alone, I'm not needing
a place to call home! ! !
I'm guess I'm just better off
when I roam! !
The War Is A Crime
Awareness and the wellness can make the world better place,
So let's spread the world the most precious words,
They are the Peace and the Love,
That all the world is suffering without,
So let's hold each other hands,
People we all are one,
We all have equal rights,
And we all are the creation of God,
So let the God judge our faults,
Please stop fights,
Stop putting discriminations among, theBlack and the White,
Poor You are or rich?
What your religion is?
Makes no matter at all,
What is really matter
my friend,
How good human being you are?
With kindness and love,
We can climb the highest mountains with trust,
Let's Join our hands and tell the world that (The War Is A Crime) ,
Nothing can be solved with blood and the gun,
An eye for an eye never can bring back the gone
It will cause more harm,
Let's awake the world and spread the peace all around,
No matter who we are or where we are from,
People we all are one,
Let's shake hands and spread the word of love,
Don't forget that our words can make big changes,
A word can heal another destroy,
Sometime with one word we can save the world,
Please Stop The War!
May Innocent children never again cry...
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Anxiety Hates Poems
Anxiety hates poems
It has no patience for them
It is out of place in them.
Anxiety does not have Beauty
And it does not have Hope
And it does not Love
And it does not have Music
It does not have
What makes so many poems live.
Anxiety hates poems
And Poetry is not so fond of it either.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Did You Know
Did you know that love can grow any place where people go,
And I can tell by what I see that you have found a place with me.
The sun is high the day is new and
I have found a place with you.
Ev'ry place and ev'ry face casts a spell and leaves a trace,
With you in mind and with you near, the myth is gone, the past is clear
And here with scars of now and then so you and I begin again.
Did you know I've been searchin'? Did you know I've been blind?
Did you know I've been touchin' anything I could find?
Did you know that here below, moving where my feelings flow,
You live with me in time that's new, suspended in a love that's true
And far beyond the fatal noise and bathed in all life's simple joys.
Did you know that love can grow any place where people go,
And I can tell by what I see that you have found a place with me.
song performed by by Don McLean
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Roy C.
he was not coy he was open
and he knows how to use words to make you
feel at home with his own
angst,
his name was Roy from Subic Bay
and he knew how to play the flute like a member of the heaven's choir
he was sociable and mixes will all the sectors
of the people
he was clean and spoke well about the necessity of being clean
and shaven
we envied him and we wanted to be like him in all aspects
and these made us lonely all the while
as we lost contact of the uniqueness of ourselves
we were lost along the way and we stepped out from the enclosure.
we came to know later
that Roy was gone and could not be accounted for.
how was that? we still ask that question all over again.
now i am 50, clueless and
realistic.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Real Poets
THE REAL POETS
The real poets are few in number and largely known by name
The rest of us are endless frustration in aspiration
Words upon words upon words
Dreams upon dreams upon dreams
Getting and going nowhere forever unheard
The real poets find their anthologized place
And we know them over and over and over again
The rest of us just appear this only once
If we appear at all
And our words and our hearts and our minds
Do not encompass and inspire the endless rereadings
Time and Time’s Wounds make again and again and again
We are once only always forever losts
Nothing will save us
These words too coming in the wake of a long night’s reading
Of the poems of others
Cannot sustain and redeem
Cannot be what they would be
Cannot help and cannot save
Me or you or anyone we love
Even as poetry.
God Who Knows All
And in the End Decides on Everything
Has made us smaller even than the Angels
And our place in the Divine Song
Is not as far as we know
Anywhere heard at all.
Goodbye world
We are going
We have done what we could
We have written and written and written
Oxymandias’ poet will remain
And we will not
The lone and desert sands will stretch away
When we are not even a single grain.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My kitchen is not a place to live in. I made it white so I can tell instantly if it's not clean-and I like it clean enough to be able to eat off the floors-or the tables, for that matter.
quote by Paul Lynde
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I Have Written Too Many Poems Of Despair
I HAVE WRITTEN TOO MANY POEMS OF DESPAIR
I have written too many poems of despair-
Too much complaint-
Too much sorrow grief sadness difficulty pain-
I should have written more of hope of youth of love-
I should have sung of happiness
I should have been been a poet
Who helps others love life more
I can try now-
But can words of ‘will’ really be poetry?
It is when the lines come to the mind and heart
On their own
Naturally
That the poem begins to live.
Does this sound like a ‘happy poem’?
Or yet another lament for what I am
And have not been?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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No Hiding Place
Every time Ive run away from you
You searched me out and found me
I build a wall, surround myself
Youve found a way around it
Everywhere I go into this big old world
Youre just one step behind me
I turn around and there you are, ready to remind me
Woah, baby, let me, let me go
Honey dont you know
There is no hiding place, nowhere to go, nowhere safe
There is no hiding place
There is no where sale, to disappear without a trace
There is no hiding place
I walked the streets, I drank in bars
Tryin to forget you
I rode the subway end to end
I wish Id never met you
Its in your smile, the way you dress
A little on the wild side
I cant get away from you babe, no matter how I try
Woah, baby, let me, let me go
Honey dont you know
There is no hiding place, nowhere to go, nowhere safe
There is no hiding place
There is no where sale, to disappear without a trace
There is no hiding place
Woah never let me, let me go
Honey, dont you know
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Foreigner
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Trapped In Despair
I was placed in sadness
I was placed in darkness
I was placed in fear
Trapped in a place called despair
Despair is cold
Despair is unkind
Despair he lingers all the time
You find yourself clinging to the light
Just praying for that light
Please light save me for I am…trapped in despair
Then you see the light and it turns to your eyes
it turns to your smile
at the sound of your angelic voice…
the place grows warm
all fear flees
the light that is your eyes fills this place the darkness is chased away
My sadness has vanished
You extend a firm hand and rip me from despair
You wrap your arms around me and whisper in my ear…
Never again will you be…trapped in despair.
poem by N.S. Colette
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Fates fickle hand
I have missed so many years of your life, but I know fate did not have us set to collide until it was ready
Most people place demands on relationships that are impossible,
making it impossible.
Love is but a moment in time, which only lovers can extend to fill their lives as long as they want it too
You have invited me in as I am, and that alone leaves me awestruck at times
Eventually you did collide with my heart
Love found its place amongst debris that was there
Sweeping away the dross, making a clean start in which to flourish
Fate has at last taken my hand and said now is the time
poem by Gordon D Wilkinson
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Words strung across the sky
Words strung across the sky
~
Words strung across the sky
Waiting to be heard
Talk of peace and love
Building a heavenly utopia
To aid our sleep, to ease our guilt
To answer a call to faith
Wealth matters not to words
The class of man falls away
The only judgment is by the self
The words chosen and used
The words listened to
It is people who make a place
And words which bring them together
Let them be written or spoken
As they are found
By the soul of man
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Weird 'A'
Melbourne, Australia, 3/17/95)
I seem so overcome, yeah...
Words seem so out of place
words they fall off my altar
How did I get to this place?
Seems so, sounds so familiar
Lost in my dying, cold cry...
All their dreams, there's a million, yeah...
So does it feel time to say a prayer?
Hey, yeah... (2x)
Words they seemed out of place
Words they seem out of place
Falling out on my face, yeah...
Words just seem out of place
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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There Will Be No Words So Accurate Perhaps...
my wish is to simply tell you
what i was, am
and can possibly be,
i do not wish that you extend your hand to me and take me to your place
i am here
and that is the only fact that i am
i can manage myself
just like everyone else
i do not know about helping hands
i have mine somehow
my wish is simple enough
to find the words to give you the picture
of what we are
who we were, where can we be
and what shall we be,
the words have not been well enough
they are shorter and inaccurate for
the size of our dreams
i still wish to find the words
and i am getting older
and older
sooner shall i realize perhaps that
there are no such words,
that what we are
are but dreams and aspirations
and that there are
and there will be no words
exact for all these
when we die, they will bury us, and then they will give us
the perfect sigh
and if you take a closer look, they speak through the
flowers and the stones
their tears and their hands
and then
finally on the marks of their footsteps
away from us....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Poet And The Lonely Lady
one summer a poet writes about
true love
and happiness
and this lonely lady
chances upon the lines of this poet
and she has tasted the sweetness
of happiness that love can bring
she loves every word in the poem
feels the ecstasy of every line
and every night
she says she cannot sleep
thinking, feeling,
wanting to be lost and be held in
his arms
she decides to love
the poet
ultimately
she travels to the place stated in his address
hoping to see him
so she will finally know
his love that touches her
in the bottom
of her heart
only to find out
it is sad
that the address does not exist
and the poet does not live there
and does not even
exist
perhaps only in the imagination
of those who want to love
and be loved
she is so sad she jumps into
a conclusion that love is a
lie
that the poet is a
liar
since then, she stops reading the poems
of that poet
(or any other poet)
who never dies
because he for once never ever lived
in the first place
except the poem
perhaps
which to date still convinces lonely ladies to live and believe
to love and be loved
that which defines
what love is
where love is found
and find it somehow in the arms of one
who is real, like it is alive, like it is true
to the one beside her
who touches her
with his
warm hands
who melts
her in his eyes
because
even unwritten by any poet
this love is still so beautiful....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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