Of My Beloved
my bed is cold, my pillows too
my blanket not taking the heat of my body
the window of my room is open
to the brightness of the moon tonight
i wish to hear the sound of familiar steps
on the bamboo leaves....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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in my room the window is open
as i sleep tonight
you shall be the moon
as i wait for your shining light
in my room the window is open
come tonight
wrap me with the warmth of the
fullness of your moonlight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In My Room The Window Is Open
in my room the window is open
as i sleep tonight
you shall be the moon
as i wait for your shining light
in my room the window is open
come tonight
wrap me with the warmth of the
fullness of your moonlight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Hush
as i wait for you
i shall hear the wind blowing
from the sea
to the mountains
i shall hear the gentle hush
of the leaves falling
i am listening
for the coming of your steps
by the side of my door
and then with all my pleasure
i shall have it opened
because tonight i am all yours
come inside my room
and i will tell you the magic of the moon
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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as i wait for you
i shall hear the wind blowing
from the sea
to the mountains
i shall hear the gentle hush
of the leaves falling
i am listening
for the coming of your steps
by the side of my door
and then with all my pleasure
i shall have it opened
because tonight i am all yours
come inside my room
and i will tell you the magic of the moon
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Try this to kill Your Pain (any pain including cancer)
The moon glows
in bright yellow
The moon takes in all my pain
to glow in bright yellow
The more the pain
the greater the strength of its glows
The moon comes a-calling
first peeping
through the window
then takes leave
from the sky
roll from the tree,
and over the window
to the table and to my bed circling softly round
comforting my head
taking in all my aches
encasing them all in her
round body
The more it take my torments
The brighter it becomes
till my pain is now
a bright great mersmerising moon, rolling, rowing
over my whole physique
a mom taking all care, bearing all sins
to make sure her child is in full ease
the moon, with each
throb of my pain
it increases in its brighteness
the moon with each
throb of my pain
it increases in brightness
giving my life
a new lease of hope
taking away all my aches
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Window
Open the window's
On the home
New air and light
Come with you...
The sun
The moon
Birds sound
working sound
speaking sound
t.v.radio sound
Around all are
Come and speak to you...
you are ready to
Open the home window?
You are did not
Open the window
your home only
Silint...
But; you are a
Very vailent....! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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About An Open Window
let me now talk about an open window
the one that lives in that room
where the window is open
be it day or in the dangers of the night
its blackness threatening
it was even rumored that a monster flies
and eats the sweet flesh of women
is a woman, oh, she is as beautiful as
the north star that guides lost pilgrims
oh, she is as sweet as the honey of cultured
bees, she as as tender as treated beef,
her window is always open
waiting for the full moon
to make love to her once a month
when she too is on heat
like a wild, wild beast.
that monster brings the moon
and beastly, the beautiful woman knows what love
is there
by the window that is always kept open
because it fears no one
her lover
the beast, none other.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deep Into The Personal Affair....
there is a place
where i cannot take you
i live there
and everyday i see what my life
is there
when you see it
i know what you shall feel
do not follow me
the door is
too personal
it only opens for me
but not for you
i like to take you there
but the room
takes only my body
there is no sun there
not even the moon
stars fall on the floor
flowers are my pillows
a blanket of grass
an ocean of dreams
the night is my mother
that lulls me to sleep
i have no company there
but only
the memory of you and
i.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Have Attempted To
you have attempted to,
cloud my mind like,
a wonderful garden of green,
where could you be? ,
snapping a camera window,
taking a picture to last,
but it does nothing because,
I can't touch you to see how,
it feels to you,
you have attempted to,
sex with you,
play with your toes,
under the hot heat sun,
rub our backs tonight,
Kiss-hug-& tell,
spin the bottle,
til that dress comes off,
hey boy she said quit,
got so hot today,
the heat from the sun,
warming the room through,
the open windows we had,
open last night too,
keep down you yelling my name,
she looks like a queen,
Inside her country church dress,
no he said she said here,
didn't listen in school,
teacher the wife type,
typewriter write a story tonight,
abc~one~two~Three,
oh me how can it be? ,
you have attempted to,
cause me confusing through heartache,
I can't believe,
talking to you one minute,
then boom all dreams come true,
Hold on Tommy keep your head up FizTzle,
Hey homies I know how you feel,
doing music or poetry,
keeps me stress free.
poem by Tommy Laster
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The Weary Old Man
weary, the old man from his garden
goes inside the house
with unwashed feet all muddy
rests on that bamboo bed,
he finds no meaning
why he must still live for another day
weary, he closes his eyes
forgetting supper
prepared by his granddaughter
who mother left her
under his care
weary the old man is
now asleep
as the moon which used to be full
fades completely
in a very dark sky
on that open window of his room
the cold winds are getting in
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Seeing You...
On Seeing You...
The body that so far felt
Like a hollow shell
Thrown on the beach
By a vagrant child
The body that so far felt
Like an empty piece of severed bamboo
Fallen on an untread forest path
No longer felt hollow or empty
The shell vibrated with the roar of the sea
The bamboo set ripples of mystic music on the waves
Strangely enough, even the half-moon
Sprayed brightness on the dark niches
Your joy resonated in my heart
Sealing all the crevices and pushed the body
Towards the one loved…
Ah, the stuff dreams are made of
13 May 2011
Evening
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Circles Round The Moon
Tonight I drew a circle round the moon
This night I drew a circle round the moon
Through a glazed up frosty window
I drew a circle round the moon
Tonight I stood on the end of a pier
And the moon flooded the bay
And as it caught the rolling tide
I swear the waves stopped dead
Tonight I ran through dark streets
And cut the heads off all the flowers
And replaced them with something beautiful
That could never ever die
Tonight I lay by my open window
And listened to the rain
Gently lapping the ground outside
And smiling, I lay still
Tonight on the end of that pier
I longed for someone to hold
To share this beautiful sight with
And see the circles round the moon
Tonight the moon told me something
The moon it told me to live
It told me to live, not merely exist
So I could decapitate the flowers
But I didn’t take any notice
And killed myself instead
And if you look up at the sky tonight
There’ll be a circle round the moon
poem by Perfect Fool
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I Don't Feel Very Receptive Today
This door has been shut for days
And it's all too familiar
Can't I just crack a window
Can't I just shake it off?
I'm sure I've tasted this before
Everything is out of reach
And I just want to see outside
The air has been getting thin
I feel like cutting it open tonight
And falling on the floor
There's nothing left unused in here
There's nothing left to say
I haven't talked in days
and I'm really not too sure
What I sound like anymore
My vision has gone and my mouth is full of sores
I feel like dripping it dry tonight
Over and over again
It's time to open up the door
song performed by by Underoath
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Night Piece
Climb, claim your shelf-room, far
Packed from inquisitive moon
And cold contagious stars.
Lean out, but look no longer,
No further, than to stir
Night with extended finger.
Now fill the box with light,
Flood full the shining block,
Masonry against night.
Let window, curtain, blind
Soft-sieve and sift and shred
The impertinence of sound.
Now draw the silence up,
A blanket round your ears;
Lay darkness close and sure,
Inverted cup to cup
On your acquiescent eyes:
Dismissing body's last outposted spies.
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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To A Neighbor
hot noodle soup that's newly cooked
outside the night is cold
as stars begin to twinkle, the moon to hover
on top of the banana palms
the sound of bamboo leaves shall serve as music
to a choir of cicadas singing
can you share your time for a cup of noodle with me?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What A Coincidence! Love Is Calling Me Too
this will be my last poem for tonight
in here, it is 11: 32 in the evening.
someone is naked inside my room.
she is a beautiful bird making her love call.
she is a flower, and i will be her only dew.
she is the only moon, by my open window.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alone On A Stormy Night
flashes of lightning
roaring thunder
heavy rains and
flooded highways
the street lights are off.
there is total darkness
the strong straight light of the car
guides me towards home.
i park the car beside the
the house. I get out and
open the front door.
winds blowing stronger
the veranda is drenched
the gutter with leaves
overflows with water.
i open the door of my room.
undress myself and wipe my body.
i am dry. Silent. Uncomplaining.
i am finally alone.
I decided not to argue. Not to think.
Relax. Sleep. Dream.
Too much reason, too many arguments
When what i need is only this pillow
This blanket,
A window closed. A safe house.
A glass of water perhaps. But later.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fun Tonight: The Early Years
(hues / feldman)
Deep in the world tonight
Our heart beats safe and sound
Let those who want to fight
Just let yourself go down
Everybody have fun tonight
Everybody have fun tonight
Everybody wang chung tonight
Everybody have fun tonight
Everybody gotta hold so tight
Everybody loves someone
Everybody have fun
Well dance in every room
Well dance out in the snow
Ill hold you so close
Everyone, lets go
Everybody have fun tonight
Everybody have fun tonight
Everybody be one tonight
Everybody have fun tonight
Wanna go out with your friends tonight
Everybody gotta feel all right
Everybody have fun
Ill drive a million miles
To be with you tonight
So if youre feeling low
Turn up the radio
Everybody have fun tonight
Everybody have fun tonight
Gonna get someone tonight
Everybody have fun tonight
Everybody gonna find someone
Gotta dance on the moon and the sun
Gotta have some good time fun
And everybody
Everybody have fun tonight
Everyone
Everybody have fun tonight
song performed by by Wang Chung
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Gas Panic!
What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain
And in me he starts to confide
That my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
My eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
And if there's a god would he give another chancer
An hour to sing for his soul
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Then you get on your knees and you better pray
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
song performed by by Oasis from Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants
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Too Much Thinking
you are like a window
half-open
still in a crisis of whether
to close
or open
or perhaps simply sifting
what wind
shall be allowed to enter
always indecisive
as to what really must be done
tonight
perhaps i am thinking that
much
about you
underestimating that all you wanted
to have
in this sophisticated minding
is just the soft light of the moon
on that window
that is always half-open
and that really
there is nothing much to it
to debate upon
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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