nORTH
there is no need for you to ask
because there is nothing to be understood
there is no answer
and there will be no answer that will satisfy
the thirst of your mouth
and your mind
stay there and listen
see the unfolding of that which closes and
opens before you
this is rather exciting
a mushroom standing on its own roof
an anemone opening and closing its fingers
in the slightest notice of your presence
the rocks and the sands are terrible
they stand there
witnesses of so many crimes against the sea
yet their silence is sealed with the permanence
of the hiding, a concealment of
things which must not be revealed.
there is nothing here worthy reading
there is nothing waiting for an understanding
there is only a state upon itself
without a clap, a buzz, a slip of the tongue.
why must one insist that there is a code
a hidden secret embedded in one of the words
a phrase to guide to the exact location of
the treasure of Monte Cristo.
Let us be silent. Nothing is meant.
Nothing is called. Nothing is trapped.
There is only a caravan of words like camels
in the desert. They do not know a thing
about this journey.
It is only me. The Bedouin with an oasis
mapped in the lines of my palm.
A star overhead. The North of my existence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Her Confusion.
The little words, the simple moments, how they bothered.
A family that wasn’t prejudice let out the many slips.
The words that cut the confused kids mind.
That allowed the slices on the skin.
Trying to understand, trying to stay hidden.
Her little secret, her deep wounds,
Words that they let slip, unknowingly affecting.
Quietly hiding her truths away, pretending the boys were cute.
Closing her eyes to the awkward,
Letting the words go on.
She wiped her tears in the bathroom, hid the torn flesh.
Went about her long days, keeping her secret,
As the school days passed, the pills swallowed kept back the pain,
The little words, the little slips,
Digging into a confused kid’s brain
poem by KenZ Lauren
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Okon
You are an astute policeman,
But with words flowing out of your mouth like the River Jordan;
So do learn from the Bible Code and,
Keep your life going at all times to satisfy your wants.
You need to do your best at all times and,
Do face the world around you with peace than hatred.
Of camels loaded with spices,
Come ans spice up my love with the sweet muse of life;
Like the caravan of Ishmaylites on a desert road.
Okon, how is life over there in Nigeria?
And do take rest in the afternoon!
For, i am now walking better in the wilderness of life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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An Exhortation On Some Lines....
something is missing in your lines.
i regret to tell you that.
it does not speak well of yourself
or the world
or any moment, it is like a desert and all we have is space and
a horizon
there is even no wind to blow the sands away
i do not expect rain in the desert
but i could have seen a camel or a line of trucks or a
caravan
or even a Bedouin riding on his black horse with a scimitar
here i am again
in my worst self trying to tell you what to do so that you can be what you are
your lines are straight and too clean and that make them appear
dishonest
people love crooked lines and those that move in free directions
lines that are cold like the wind
and yet vibrant at night
not really dead, but simply grieving in silence for the loss of
someone so loved and missed.
i do not want you to change your lines, they are yours to
show,
i may be unfair wishing that your lines may be like mine
but mine are too sad and always sounding like a lover abandoned.
the beautiful lines are not clean.
they are imbued with our errors, erasures, blasting in our faces
like explosives
where shattered as we are on the fields of our disasters
only in a few seconds
we become silent spaces again.
mine are sad, and lonely and abandoned.
they are the only ones i have now, and so i must be compelled to
have them and love them
just the way they are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Zeroing....
back to the desert
finding out that the only dater palm is dead
the oasis is gone
the caravan of camels and Bedouins
fade in the distance
the woman in silky veil
rides in her black horse
in the opposite direction
the howling sound of the night
shakes the full moon
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Circle Song
If you see me speak without words
Know that i am speaking of the wind
And if you see my words like wind
Know that soft tongues cut through stone
And if you see my tongue like stone
Know its wisdom lies in silence
And if you see my wisdom in silence
Then with you i will always be
And if you doubt my true love is true
Just see how you have no mockings on your hands
And if you see you wear no chains
You are free like poor men
And if you see your freedom in being poor
Pleased you'll be with the treasure of your mind
And if you're pleased with the treasure of your mind
Then with you i will always be
And if you wonder how it is that i left
Just watch the sun set slip away
And as you watch that sun slip away
Know some things are better left unseen
And if you know things are better left unseen
Then night shall carry you in her arms
And if you see i carry you in my arms
Then with you i will always be
With you i will always be
song performed by by Jewel
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Forever And A Day
Look at me while I look at you
Seeing eye to eye we can never do
You try to tell me what is right
I may not know a lot but I know one thing
CHORUS
If you've got the answer
Then I don't want to know
If you've got the answer
Just keep it your own
I wonder why our world is ablaze
Sometimes I speak aloud to hear what people have to say
I try to have an open mind
But your brain and mouth must not be connected
If you've got the answer
Then I don't want to know
If you've got the answer
Just leave me alone
I would be patient but it takes so long
I don't want all this misinformation
All the words that you say
Lean on me while I lean on you
If we destroy each other
We might save a life or two
A little sun, a little shine
Separates us both by forever and a day
CHORUS
If you've got a vision
Then I don't want to see
If you've got a notion
Don't waste it on me
song performed by by Offspring
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A Poetry Of Smell
a smell, your smell,
that perfume that sticks
to my skin,
your sweat, that wetness
between us,
dry before us, desert sand,
nothing to talk about oasis,
camels in a caravan
under the stars one evening,
you are my tent,
i live there, but you are not
there, there is this blankness
that i face within me,
there is this trail that smells
like you, i follow,
and then i stop, it is not us
there, there is no us,
there is the star that shines
one evening
it does not last,
but every evening it comes
back to me,
too near, in my mind,
too far, in reality.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Say My Name
She says
my name
so sweetly
then wraps
it in silence
I listen to my name
hiding inside the silence.
then she unwraps
the silence
& says me
again.
I listen
to myself
upon her tongue
her mouth
forming me
framing me
within her voice
as if I were
a masterpeice
newly painted
still wet
glistening with
the secret of
its mystery
oh say me
again
say me again
I in an ecstasy
of being
my name
kisses upon her
lips.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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The Celibate
as expected the celibate
has written a poem about a desert
the listener junks it
for it makes her feel thirst and gives
a hint on death
the poem is revised
speaking now about the princess bathing
in the oasis
singing
attracting the black bird perched on
the date palm
she rises from the water
her breasts supple to the wind
she is waiting for the horse riding Bedouin
to carry her
to his kingdom
the reader is overjoyed in this
and sheds
the tears of joy
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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for J....
I am glad
having said
i could have loved you more...
it is sad
when love withers
due to your suns
when the desert bears more sands
because you hated more
about dreams of waters
rains are strangers
and the caravan of camels
are trains of thoughts
traveling at night
and not knowing what days are...
i am an oasis
and i have no place for you anymore
the leaves of my date palms
do not recognize your songs
anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let It Be
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speakin' words of wisdo-om
Let it be
And in my hour of dar-arkness
She's standing right in front of me
Speakin' words of wisdo-om - Let it be
Let it be, oh let it be-ee
Whisper wor-ords of wisdom
Oh let it be
When the night is cloudy
There's still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow-ow
Let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speakin' words of wisdo-om
Just let it be
Let it be-ee, oh let it be-ee
And there will be an answer
Just let it be
And when the broken hearted people
Livin' in the world agree
There'll now be an answer
Oh God let it be
Though they may be parted
There's a chance that they will see
There will be an answer-er
Let it be
Let it be, let it be-ee, oh let it be-ee
Whisper words of wisdo-om
Ahh let it be
Let it be..., (let it be, let it be)
There will be an answer
Just let it be
(Let it be-ee, let it be-ee-ee-ee)
There will be an answer-er
Just le-et it be
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Where Am I And Where Am I Going
those are not questions now.
and i do not need to answer them.
for you.
where am i, i am here, my hands
owning a set of fingers. fingers that
grope for words. for us.
i like to think
i am groping for
the words of love. for you.
i like to see how a leaf sways
caressed by the wind that
loves it. gently. for us to think about
for a time, being, here.
where am i, i am beside
a big box. a house. i am inside.
this big empty box, where
a loud music is played
and my ears are dying
to be sealed by fate
to deafening indifference
of you. from me. i am here.
saving on words. scribbling
some meanings. for us.
i am in the middle of
an overuse. i am in need
of a recluse. for us. to fuse
again.
some birds tweeting
the sound of departure.
is this the mating season
of the wind and the water
and the river and the sea?
where am i going?
i am going nowhere.
i am staying i am loyal
to this seat
i am warm like
a palm. i am going,
let me tell you honestly,
i am going to make a difference.
for us. we shall never be the same again.
you grip my hand. I escape through the fingers
of my watery self.
as usual, you will see me: a river, and then i am
the sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let It Be
When I find myself in times of trouble, mother mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be , let it be
Wisper words of wisdom, let if be
And when the broken hearted people, living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be , let it be
There will be answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be , let it be
There will be answer, let it be
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Let it be, let it be, let it be , let it be
Wisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow, let it be
I wake up to the sound of music, mother mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be , let it be
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be , let it be
Wisper words of wisdom, let it be
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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For Wanting To Write....
perhaps, because of this
i may end up
with a head cut, or
a body shredded like
cheese,
tired limbs like
burnt toast,
perhaps because of that
i may not reach
what destination is reserved by
the lines of my palms,
perhaps i may not even end at
all,
because here you are
reading these lines
and you will like them
not because they are as palatable
as exotic friend frogs
but because you have felt sorrow
and have the smell of pain
the sound of acidic rain
over your hair
now melting and before you notice it
you too have become bald
because of having known much
than what is permitted by all these lines
it is about us,
it is about our being part of this vast
nothingness
sands of the desert
light of the moon spreading on sands of the desert nights
hushing wind
taking all the possible directions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let It Be
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right it front of me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
when all the broken hearted people
Living in this world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
and though they may be parted there is
still a chance that they will see
There mustbe an answer
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
there will be an answer
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
there must be an answer
Let it be
And though the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow
Let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
and Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
oh, Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
song performed by by Tom Jones
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N3
there are always options
nobody tells us what are they
before we know it
we have become our own
myriad options
self-preservation
love of self and love of the other
obeying rules
not discarding them
making new rules
and understanding some new ones
do not listen
you have your light within
pray
for we are weak and
of limited understanding editions
move on, life always begins
on something exciting
who cares? this is my life
this is my own journey
climbing mountains
sitting on stone
watching another day
pass by
on a caravan of memories
on desert thoughts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Code Of Rainfall
i live my life by the code of rainfall,
and sounds without faces in the night.
i believe in that which i can taste,
and listen to what i feel.
i walk in time with the wind,
without past or future destination.
i know well the language of silence,
and see with eyes accustomed to darkness.
things i know cant be defined by thought,
and my heart does not need words.
i have spent my time in waiting,
and now i face the storm.
what i stand before i've always been....
to some the grave,
to others a star!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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to the One Beyond Words
i stand at the coldness of the night, counting the stars
believing that i can do it.
my mind had just closed
i stroll at the sea shore enjoying picking up some pebbles
of different sizes and colors.
oh! my eyes and my body
turn restless
i paint and picture beautiful places, feeling that my interest
would be the answer of my busy hour.
it gives me boredom
i walk in a little while, knowing that it would give a little space to
relax. i find nothing but a day of tiredness
and wonder what i really want
i partake the party, go with my friends, painting the town red, still the
emptiness within me keeps me wondering
i mingle with my friends in every social gathering, attending congressional services. it doesn't satisfy my
longing which i can't describe
in a very simple word
i look up again in the sky, believing that the answer to my inquiry,
my imagination, my question, my longing, my happiness, my anger
my hope, my blindness, my doubt and even to the
extent of asking why, i have lived this
crazy question of life
i have no reason why this precious inquiry i have would mean to me
for i know that no exact word or words can describe
the word which i want to feel. my heart searches all the fulfilling satisfaction of my soul. yet! confusion and nothing
has achieved as to what is life
at the end the emptiness of my soul reveals that it is beyond words
is the answer of what is today. it is a moment of moments
the essence of our destiny, an existence that life
has to live to its fullnest
in this migthy words
poem by Antonio Liao
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When I Write These Lines
when i write these lines it is as good as
thrown paper, some words are written but
they are meant to be discarded because they have
occupied much of sadness
worn out memories
overused mumblings
they are meant to be crumpled
and thrown away
this one, this one is not meant to be kept
it is written
but meant simply to be deleted
some words are meant to be said
and be forgotten
because of pain and because they do not mean anything anymore.
goodbye lines, goodbye
take your time, there will be a little waiting
until another fool takes you in
another poet in the state of an inevitable
writer's block
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To kill a son
He won't say to kill son
There are various reasons
What can be dearer to kids?
Find out the correct leads
He meant to shed the dear one
No one took the notice and bothered none
Same age old sticking to orthodox views
Time is ripe now to think about dews
What do we offer in turn?
Is that only prayer for good return?
Sincere words for only well being?
Think not of worshiping to become king?
We just picked words but not spirit
It was clear and could be read even in dimly lit
It was meant to be understood by all
Good message with divine call
It is no different today
We have found the excuses on the way
We want the hope with bright ray
But do not heed what He has to say
Only three words he wanted to give
Love to others and make it to believe
No return for sins and try to forgive
Try to bear the pain and help to relieve
Poor and downtrodden are two eyes of God
Believe in Him and conscious not to be sold
Help them and get in turn all what you desire
He is there to look after all and admire
Many religions of the world has come up of their own
It had blessings from God and nicely given
Always on some understanding for followers
They will uphold the values and not lower
When some words are taken as spoken form mouth
You can’t interpret it as north for south
They are well intended and not meant to flout
The religion and preaching is all this about
It has survived the bad taste of the time and age
We have still preferred to confine to the cage
We conviniently hold the views to our advantage
We try to act differently even after reading from golden pages
God will never demand precious things from you
This is paramount fact and quite true
Nothing else is expected except true understanding
It will ever lasting and always binding
He is true father and rescues us in the time of crisis
There is laying of so much emphasis on this
He will direct us to do what ever is within our capacity
As he is fully aware and conscious of our ability
So love any religion you believe in
Pray any God you think you can close in
There may be overall change in your approach
The influence is ever lasting as such
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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