Old Couple
old couple taking a walk
around an oval
slow steps
story filled
post retirement commitment
to be with each other
rain or shine
they hold hands
with the sunrise as their witness
a middle aged woman with
sagging breast
jogs past them taking the speed
of the morning rush
the wind here is not really cold
soon it will be dusty as usual in the tropics of Cancer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunrise To Sunset
(coverdale)
In the morning when I wake up
Looking forward to the day
When I will take your hand
And sing you songs
And maybe you will say
Come lay with me and love me
And you will take my hand
And lead me to your chamber
Where I will be a man
I will love you from sunrise to sunset
Even when the skies are filled with rain
And when the morning comes and you are sleeping
I will love you when you wake again
And when we lay together
Realizing what it means
Drifting in the deep of sleep
Surrounded by our dreams
Yes we will have our sailing ship, our castles in the sand
And we will walk upon the shore forever hand in hand
I will love you from sunrise to sunset
Even when the skies are filled with rain
And when the morning comes and you are sleeping
I will love you when you wake again
I will love you from sunrise to sunset
Even when the skies are filled with rain
I will love you from sunrise to sunset
Even when the skies are filled with rain
I will love you from sunrise to sunset
Even when the skies are filled with rain
I will love you from sunrise to sunset
Even when the skies are filled with rain ...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Taking a Walk on Memory Lane
Taking a walk on memory lane
isn’t all that gray.
Taking a walk on memory lane
I see the sunrays.
Taking a walk on memory lane
isn’t all full of tears.
Taking a walk on memory lane
I have no fear.
Taking a walk on memory lane
not a dropp of rain in sight.
Taking a walk on memory lane
Every thing is alright.
Taking a walk on memory lane
is where I want you to come along.
Taking a walk on memory lane
is where we belong all lifelong.
poem by Lost Sierra
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The Early Morning Walk
the night is gone
the rains stop
to start with
i take a walk
to greet the early
morning with the silence
of my heart to listen
to the songs of birds
high on those trees
as i tread the grass that
covers the path where some
friends used to walk
someone so active has
succumbed to cancer of
the colon the other with
a white beard gave in
to a coronary defect
the old couple still take
their walk here and when
we meet we smile perhaps
thanking the Lord that we
are still here talking
our usual walk on an
early morning waiting for
the sun to shine upon our
weary minds.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shall I See You Again?
your long black hair
blown by the wind of the sea
you eyes closing to feel what is inside you
some tears unseen from a distance
you embrace yourself in the middle of this
ice-cold morning
you stand there like a lonely post in the desert
the wind howls and the rain begins to fall
you run for shelter
wet and cold and i see you but i shall not ask for your name.
i remain here also drowned by my own storm
but i am not running for shelter.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Old Friends
when we were children
we were already friends
in the middle of our own poverties,
we struggled to rise from the lowest
echelon. Years passed. And now
we see each other again.
His fingers are filled with diamond
rings, as big as a fist of a child.
His coat is expensive.
Everything in him is expensive now
His car. A picture of his beautiful wife.
A corporate lawyer too in the
city. He will be taking the bill
tonight in this expensive restaurant.
The finest wine. The exotice cuisine.
As usual, I will do the talking,
as always, since then, he had
always been on the side of silence.
Ask him to tell a joke, he says
he has none. Ask him to tell a
story about himself, he says
there is nothing nice about
his past. Ask him about his
present, he says there is nothing
worth talking about himself.
He has all the secrets hidden
inside his silent gazes. He smiles
to every story that i tell. He
likes my company.
Inside my mind, i could have
asked him: how many persons
have been killed in your name?
How many assets are taken
mercilessly from the hands of
your economic foes? What
brain is this that keeps on
acquiring and scheming and
killing who obstructs his way?
He is my friend, as always and
i do not have the right to ask.
The night is over. It is time to
go home. We are on separate cars
now and he tells me, 'take care! '
Sometimes, i ask myself if i understand
what life is all about really. I am home,
And i decided not to preach,
even to myself. I honk the car,
and the gate opens.
It is 3 o'clock
in the morning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Modern Love Story
A boy a girla love story
but why did it end in misery
taking our chances getting our thrills
taking and taking but never getting our fill
And this is what I see a modern love story
love defined on our TV
telling us teaching us what we need
are we in love or just so alone
that we're looking for anyone to hold
And this is what I see a modern love story
when the prey is caught, the thrill gone
so we'll switch partners and move along
and we won't use our brains
because our lust is too strong
overlooking the person to whom
the body belongs
And this is what I see a modern love story
song performed by by Youth Of Today
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Cloudburst
Wake up! there's a new day dawning
think I'll take a little walk for a while
I need shades 'cos the sun is blinding
And I can see for miles and miles
Yeah I can feel the earth beneath me
And I lie down we are as one
And they look but they cannot find me
I'm off heading for the sun
Is taking me over
I feel a chill in the air
There's a change in the weather
Here it comes again
Now I can feel the rain
The wind that brings on the change
Is taking me over
The wind that brings on the rain
Is making me older
Downtown the moon is shining
I'm gonna dress it up in style
My business everybody's minding
Oh I need to get away for a while
I'm getting colder
I feel a chill in the air
There's a change in the weather
Here it comes again
Now I can feel the rain
Oh Yeah
The wind that brings on the change
Is taking me over
The wind that brings on the rain
Is making me older
song performed by by Oasis
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the big C
those who fear it cannot call it
by its own name
big C for cancer,
but cancer is cancer
no more no less
depends on what stage
then you are taken
as the next
victim by an old
expert culprit
so unforgiving
mercilessly taking the lives
of those
destined to die
cancer is cancer
no more no less
a friend of mine dies
today of cancer of the
liver.
period. I say another prayer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Is All That I Really Wanted
the path today is dusty
slowly, i walk and you pass by
on the same direction
you walk past me like you are in a rush for something
you're fast that is what you want to tell me
i do not really mind for you do not exist at all
i am thinking of pebbles. They are unmoved.
They are faceless. They are saying more important things
than your speed, your fast paced conclusions,
you think that you are as high as a cliff, and unreachable by the worm
you are wrong, i may have been drifting like a cloud
i gather rain and then i feed all that thirst on the earth
i vanish soon leaving no mark. That is all that i really wanted.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Smoke Rings In The Dark
(rivers rutherford/houston robert)
Well I wont make you tell me
What Ive come to understand
Youre a certain kind of woman and
Im a different kind of man
Ive tried to make you love me
Youre tried to find a spark of the flame that burned and
Somehow turned to smoke ring in the dark
The loneliness within me
Takes a heavy toll
cause it burns as slow as whiskey through an empty aching soul and
The night is like a dagger
Long and cold and sharp
As I sit here on the front steps
Blowing smoke rings in the dark
I- i- I know I must be going
cause loves already gone and
All Im taking with me are the pieces of my heart and
All Ill leave are smoke rings in the dark
The rain falls where it wants to
Wind blows where it will
Everything on earth goes somewhere
But I swear were standin still
So Im not going to wake you
Ill go easy on your heart
Ill just touch your face and drift away
Like smoke rings in the dark
I- i- I know I must be going
cause loves already gone and
All Im taking with me are the pieces of my heart and
All Ill leave are smoke rings in the dark
song performed by by Gary Allan
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the man sitting alone at the cafeteria of Perpetual Succor Hosptal
he is black, native Filipino
wears a coat, white polo shirt
fat and big tummy
sipping coffee and alone
a book on the right side of his table
he is not reading it
an attache case is on his left leg
he is at the side of the glass window
of the second floor of this hospital run by nuns
below is the garden of palm trees and
grass and perennial violets and vietnam roses
he is not taking any breakfast
perhaps he is waiting for someone
i sit over a corner fronting him
i am observing the details of his existence
i know it is another sad story
but he is not talking about it
i know there is no use
what for is sharing another story
about life's tragedy?
will it be another story of a husband
contemplating about his next move
what to do with a wife stricken with
breast cancer at stage 4?
i look around
there is another man in shorts
riding on a wheel chair
pushed by a woman in her forties
an old woman, a child crying, etc. etc. etc.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But Hold Up
I'm with someone who had loved me.
But it's taking time for them to see...
The real me.
'Cause they counted on their so called friends,
Of showing them a remedy.
To lessen liabilities.
And having the ability,
To remove the hurt and agony...
And be free.
I'm with someone who had loved me.
But it's taking time for them to see...
The real me.
It's taking time for them to see...
The real me.
It's taking time for them to see...
The real me.
'Cause they're counting on their friends,
With the giving them identity.
Accepting it and to believe...
Who they were and whom to please.
What to think and what to eat.
And how to rest to feed-those-needs!
I'm with someone who had loved me.
But it's taking time for them to see...
The real me.
I don't know what it would take them to see,
The real me.
Hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
Hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
Hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
And that 'ever'...
Maybe never,
Together...
Forever!
I'm with someone who had loved me.
But it's taking time for them to see...
The real me.
It's taking time for them to see...
The real me.
It's taking time for them to see...
The real me.
But hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
Hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
But hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
In the morning,
At the dawning...
And that 'ever'...
Maybe never,
Together...
Forever!
But!
I don't know what it would take them to see,
The real me.
Hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
In the morning,
At the dawning...
And that 'ever'...
Maybe never,
Together...
Forever!
I'm with someone who had loved me.
But it's taking time for them to see...
The real me.
'Cause they counted on their so called friends,
Of showing them a remedy.
To lessen liabilities.
And having the ability,
To remove the hurt and agony...
And be free.
In the morning,
At the dawning...
And that 'ever'...
Maybe never,
Together...
Forever!
But hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
In the morning,
At the dawning...
And that 'ever'...
Maybe never,
Together...
Forever!
But hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
But hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
In the morning,
At the dawning...
And that 'ever'...
Maybe never,
Together...
Forever!
But hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
Hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
But hold up!
What would it take for them to see,
The real me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just live a good life
I wake up early this morning
Opening my computer
To read the emails and to
Write some thoughts in my mind
You pop out on the screen
With a big Good Day to me
You were fast on your pessimism
As I sip my coffee and read you
The world is ending
The climates changed
There is so much CO2
Humans have become
Slanderers and blasphemers
And God shall take his day
For this world’s destruction
I ask, if you have taken coffee
A pineapple juice or simply tea
I ask, if you had good sex last night
With your wife or someone else
I ask, if you are writing another poem
I ask, if you are taking a morning walk
With your dog or your son or daughter
I ask, if you have seen the sun rise
I ask, if you had a nice conversation
With a friend or an officemate
I ask, if you are living a good life
I ask, if you are being good and taking
Care of yourself, if you are praying, if
You are on the good side of the fence
You may not answer, I am taking a walk
I have just written a poem, I am answering
Emails of friends, I am seeing a beautiful
Sunrise today, its rays coming out from the trees.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Art....
it is just a matter of having it in
and it gives the usual
pain or joy, no choice, the feelings
are always there
and the sense of knowing and
being too analytical seemingly destroys the
beauty indescribably
setting
she gives a sigh
when nobody seems to be clapping hands
when no one is bowing
or saying a name at least that one makes it right
and rhyming
'at last, i do not really care'
this is autonomy
of indiscretions of feelings and all these are but
streams
of consciousness the usual candle tears taking shape
in a bowl of cold water
'we let it go'
we tell ourselves mutually about the release of what had been kept
for years
and we know no one understands what is these all about
a sewing machine
a pillow, a veil, a pin, an injecting sting,
a rope, a blanket,
an authority, a cushion, a bluffer,
a clown, and so on and so forth
you are finally misled about all these things
a scissor, a triangular cloth,
an umbrella,
a starfish,
the usual moon resting upon the trees
the sun peeping between two mountains early morning
the kid in town
finally planting the rice seeds
and the buffalo still enjoying the day in mud
there is plane that lands at the airport at 2 o'clock in the afternoon
when you are still taking your siesta by the verandah
and you are irritated and you tell yourself
'oh yes! ' this is all about it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Thoughts Early Morning
it is another morning
in the cancer of the tropics
the chickens jump from
the trees where they roost
for the night
the cocks faithfully crow
you can hear the cackling
as sounds of the day
later the motorcycles
ramble their engines on the
roads
of this small village
where i live
people dress themselves
for work
children go to school
with their colored bags
and tiny shoes
days are always usual
faithful to their routine
like a clockwork
like a machine
who wants to change it
and create a confusion?
no one dares
even death
takes a pattern
and so the days keep grinding
us with boredom
unless a terrorist comes with
a new bomb
shakes the world
and cause it more shock
so that new questions come
demanding for
more innovative solutions
who likes it that way?
no one.
we are like old rivers
old water taking the same path
to that same ancient sea
when we arrive there
there is no greeting
no welcome at all
just the usual fusion of
anonymity
and exhaustion and
the unburdening of that
load
some prepare for the big storm
and that is
something new
to entertain
this poem begs for meaning
again that is
a routine.
you ask it too
and it does not make any difference at all
you are as ancient in your question
as the snake in that myth
about Eden.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At The Top Of The Mountain
at the top of the mountain
where all of you are heading
nights and days trekking
rain or shine on half breaths coping
as i go down taking the usual trail
i am sad
seeing excited faces imagining
the beauty of the top
the feeling of that grip of power
i have something to tell them
but i know belief is rare
the faith is stronger to find something bigger
than our small existences like motes
in our eyes
up there
there is nothing, there is nothing
but the wind and the fog.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Know Them, And To Care!
we who walk
with the stink
of humanity...
who know the tears,
and name the sorrows
that only darkness holds...
who nurse at the breasts
of the woman branded...
who wash her hands and feet
as she lays dying....
who hold the orphaned children
close... taking their sickness....
who pray with the murderers,
who share with the thieves.
who walk with the crippled,
and hold the shaking addict....
we are by them blessed....
to know them, and to care!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In twin
It needs a couple of wings
To fly
A couple to walk
A couple to talk
And for love a couple of hearts
to beat
To rain it needs a couple
To shine it needs a couple
And the life it needs to share
With couple
For one smile it needs
two hearts
In one band
in the bundle of love
The heart is not alone
Not bachelor
That is way
They beat
In twin.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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Love Is A Cold Wind
Black/bourke
Love is a cold wind
When it blows away from you
As you watch it go, it hurts to know
Theres nothing you can do
Youre all alone again
And love is a cold wind
Love is a rain storm
But it only rains on you
And theres no one there who seems to care
No one to pull you through
And inside youre never warm
cause love is a rain storm
But when she was here
Love was a breezy morning
Filled with the sun
Warm as her smile
But now its done
Love is a cold wind as it blows away from
So you find your way, to yesterday
What else is there to do
Youre all alone again and love is a cold wind
But when she was here
Love was abreezy morning
Filled with the sun
Warm as her smile
But now its done
Love is a cold wind
As it blows away from you
As you watch it go
It hurts to know
Theres nothing you can do
And youre all alone again and love is a cold wind
Youre all alone again and love is a cold wind.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Home
It's a long way from Miami to L.A.
It's a longer way from yesterday to where I am today.
It's a long way from my thoughts to what Ill say.
It's a long long way from paradise to where I am today.
All that's in my head is in Your hands.
It's a long way from the moon up to the sun.
It's a longer road ahead of me, the road that Ive begun.
Stop to think of all the time Ive lost,
Start to think of all the bridges that Ive burned that must be crossed.
Over, over, over,
Take me over
I've been poison, I've been rain.
I've been fooled again.
I've seen ashes shine like chrome.
Someday Ill see home.
Home...
Home...
I can see the stars from way down here.
But I can't fall asleep behind the wheel.
It's a long way from the shadows in my cave
Up to Your reality.
To watch the sunlight taking over, over.
Taking over.
Take me over.
I've been poison, I've been rain.
I've been fooled again.
I've seen ashes shine like chrome.
Someday I'll see home.
All that's in my head is in Your hands.
If it's in my head, it's in Your hands.
It's in my head, it's in Your hands.
It's in Your hands...
song performed by by Switchfoot
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