Oriental Girl
she covers her mouth with her fan
she looks down when i look at her
and when i look at another
she fans herself as though she is fuming
with madness
she closes her fan
walks away
i am not foolish
i know what to do
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Middle Of Madness
(instrumental intro)
Dont you really love her, dont you really care
Youve been looking forever, how did she get you there
In the middle of madness, when all has gone
In the middle of madness, she walks, she breathes babylon
Isnt she so pretty, isnt she so fine
Havent you been blessed to hold her all the time
In the middle of madness, when all has gone
In the middle of madness, she walks, she breathes babylon
(cant figure out this part)
(instrumental)
Have you found a heaven, try to see the worth,
Looking at the future, shes right here on earth
In the middle of madness, when all has gone
In the middle of madness, she walks, she breathes babylon
In the middle of madness, when all has gone
In the middle of madness, she walks, she breathes babylon
(fade out)
song performed by by Ufo
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Cryptic Utterances Make a Foolish Kind Of Poetry
Cryptic utterances make a foolish kind of poetry
At the other side of the rose is a flower whose name we do not know-
Where the lights of love flicker the moonlight flickers also
Where we are in our lives and where we will be in our deaths
Are not the same song-
A man walks down a road and never comes home-
The cities on the hill are all filled with pioneering sadnesses-
Time and memory play out their losses without mercy-
All we are and all we know waits for us on the other side of a distant star-
Cryptic utterances make a foolish kind of poetry
And I in my laughter play a game with words
Until the silence like the waves of the sea
Covers us with miniscule grains unknown.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I have had fans make me the big picture collages of the photo books; I have had fans send me birthday cakes... sing to me on my voicemail. I have had fans flash me. I have had older fans give me their bras and underwear onstage.
quote by Puff Daddy
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Hot, Hot, Hot
it is hot outside
temperatures are rising
i am sweating
and i am also hot
for almost everything
you see
it is like a stone
surrounded by sand
the sun is up
and there are no trees
no grass
no grasshopper in sight
there is fuming in my mind
i am bursting
with steam
i send out a scream
' i am alive! ! i am fuming! !
i am human.
Now the world is listening.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fans Of Written Word Verse
fans I have no fans
fans are for past dead
fans are for present posers
I am not yet spent dead
I am still one of elite verse doers
I am still among rare word writers
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Entangled in Her Hair
Her hair
covers my face
she
kisses my mouth
kisses my kisses.
She chuckles.
I stroke her hair.
She sways &
...moves.
Her hair
covers my chest.
She
titillates a nipple
...it tickles.
I run my fingers
through her hair.
She sashays &
...moves.
Her hair
covers my navel
& there...&
there...abouts!
I…almost beside myself
neither...here...nor... there...
Lost in the anywhere
of an everywhere.
I clutch
her hair.
She shimmies &
...moves.
Her hair
covers my crotch.
She
licks it
into shape.
She
goes to say
something
it’s on
the tip of
her tongue.
But, she says nothing
only: “Mmmmm...! ”
& smiles
...smiles.
I close
my eyes.
My hands
entangled in
her hair.
*******
TREAD SOFTLY
We rest on the bed
your head rests against my head
sharing the same dream.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Alone
She walks alone
head bowed, the air around her
bristles with agitation.
Only the brave or
very foolish, approach.
One... an aquaintance of old
who senses her anguish
reaches out,
Is met with an angry rebuke
then again gently
offers understanding.
Eyes meet...
but the pain is too great,
unable to voice it
she walks on.
Alone.
poem by Angela Michel
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The gluttons
The food that is sweet in the mouth of the goat can kill the goat,
what other name can i give to GREED to make it mild in the mouth?
fear of tomorow has maimed Ngogo kingdom and her people.
Ah Ngogo, why are you fated for doom?
king wants the head of another king.
father dies, sons die
see government without humanity;
religion without God;
business without conscience;
democracy without people;
election without voters.
The death that kills the mother hen never allows its eggs to hatch.
O king! O prince! what have you gained,
that you acquire all but have none?
vanity! phantasmagoria!
what a foolish wisdom.
Iyolo the bird fetches water in the mouth,
keeps some on the wings, yet,
goes home with nothing.
Flying, that of the wings pours out;
Opening mouth to exclaim, that of the mouth pours away.
no one fetches water from the river with a basket.
king fights king-betrayal; breach of trust.
yes, it is a vainglory, Ngoma's gluttony to own the world and its fullness.
But the rich are poor as much as the poor are rich,
the foolish are wise as much as the wise are foolish. Brothers kills each other for selfish interesin wealth and power.
Foolish wisdom!
like father like sons,
is it not thier doomsday?
Why not eat and let them eat?
live and let live.
man dies; all in him, all he knows,
all he has.beauty too shall vanish.
now see, Ngoma mourns!
Here, see a dynasty lost!
poem by Randy Micheal
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a pot of flowering
magnolia
beside a window
below it
a man walks
innocently
i who sees what happens
next
closes my eyes
in utter
invocation of what must
be
only a simplicity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Comes Next Is Yours To Imagine
a pot of flowering
magnolia
beside a window
below it
a man walks
innocently
i who sees what happens
next
closes my eyes
in utter
invocation of what must
be
only a simplicity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lasagna
this is lasagna
your favorite dish
at the bottom is
love
on the second layer
is regret
the fillings of
meaty lust and
spices of
hot desire and on the
top layer is this
pretense
one does not bite it
and then
you settle for hate
fuming madness
of love
unrequited
you wish the tongue
is dead
or the teeth of the
non-taker
crumple into
sand
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Home, I Stand Alone
I stand alone I am yours
My beauty held in awe the anchor,
The place to get back to, my pad, home
A Reflection of self images covers my walls,
The colours are me, my comfort my likes.
My door closes behind me
Security seeps into your mind,
Keeping out would be strangers
Beggars and would be sales ladies,
It will only open by invitation.
A kettle whistles singing its invitation
Cleverly standing next to the tea caddy,
I obey with no restraint addicted
To the command... armchair tea tasting,
Carries air from my mouth...aaaaaahh,
A political doorknockers knock receives deaf ears,
More air leaves my mouth...aaaaaahh.
My door opens two children run in
Followed by a big man smiling
He smells the tea; he will get his just desserts
For he is the King of the castles washing up,
The sun goes down my curtains drawn
Everything is snug and warm,
My stairs gently creek
As all the family climb up to go to sleep,
In my little piece of heaven...safe and sound
No noise, only the ticking of the clock,
Annoying the little spider sitting on top.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Once I was foolish
Once I was foolish—
I thought I could nurture
A garden of flowers
In a desert
Once I was foolish—
I thought I could clad
A desiccated tree
In its lost foliage
Once I was foolish—
I thought I could restore
A bird missing
Back to its nest
Once I was foolish—
I thought I could swim
The length and breath
Of the oceans
Once I was foolish—
I thought I could ease
An aching heart
And wipe the tears
Once I was foolish—
I thought my dreams
Will bloom into colorful petals
That I might sprinkle in you way
I want to be foolish
Again and again…
22 Oct 2010
12.52hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Voices of the Fans
It is only 38 degrees here in the windy city on this first day of April. If you go by just the weather you can’t even tell that this is the 20th day of spring. Well I know it springs from the sounds my ears hear. Not bees buzzing or birds chirping but the voices of the fan. The fans of America’s greatest past time baseball. The excitement and hope in each fans’ voice as the season begins. Fans Argue with one another but not in anger but in fun defending their team. Every fans a manger and know exactly what their team needs to win. Yeah the weather might make it feel like it is still winter but the voices of the fans lets me know it is spring.
Madness Is Not My Poem
MADNESS IS NOT MY POEM
Madness is not my poem-
I have lived a life
Striving to remain sane.
Madness is pain and disorder-
Madness is the hurting that does not know its own end-
Madness is screaming and praying for the pain to stop
When the pain does not stop.
Madness is not my poem
I strive against Madness all my life
Sane I am even when sad
Madness is not my poem
Though I will die being afraid
It still might be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fans made me. The fans gave me a chance, and they made me. Beyond that, my career has been trials and tribulations and ups and downs, so I have to have true fans riding with me.
quote by P.Diddy
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Something Teased to Please In Prologue
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
Mental disruptions occuring without a stop.
Minds feed on evil by what's put into the mouth!
Dieting on meats and other chemicals for taste...
Takes away all senses one has,
And replaces them with those of hate.
Or something teased to please in prologue...
As those sit and wait,
For 'professionals' to debate their foolish fates!
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
And yet indoctrinations come to inoculate...
More brainwashing with empty speeches,
From those who pose no opposition,
As long as it is never too late...
To keep a leeching state of mind kept in place!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Foolish Thing To Do
I was thinking just the other day
How it started in such a strange way
It ended in a strange way too
And this is why I am singing this song for you
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a foolish thing to do
Give your heart to someone new
Its a foolish thing to do
(yeah)
Weve all made the same mistakes
One foolish glance one smile we made
A hundred thousand feel this way
While other people are just waiting for the day
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a foolish foolish thing to do
Go when you want it
When you need it
Dont just believe it
For the first an last time
Stop !
Youd better look around
One day youll walk into the room
Your eyes will meet
Youll fall in love too soon
The next time you might hesitate
The chance is all those rooms have eyes
So dont forget
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a such a foolish thing to do
To go and give your heart and soul to someone new
Its a foolish foolish thing to do
So when you feel it
When you can touch it
And you believe it
For the first an last time
Stop !
Youd better look around
Its a foolish thing to do
Such a foolish thing to do
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Mother Nature
I want her so bad
Mother Nature has a hold on me
I want her so bad
Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
'Cause it hurts my pride
To be tossed off like the morning covers
And crossed off, like her other lovers
Casually
I see her walking by my window- mhmmhmmhmmhmm!
It seems to me I know her well.
But like the flowers in the spring-time,
Growing toward the sunshine,
Her beauty falls upon me in a fragrant spring-time spell
And I want her so ba-aa-aad
Mother Nature has a HOLD on me
I want her so bad
Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
'Cause it hurts my pride
To be tossed off like the morning covers
And crossed off, like her other lovers
Casually
Is she an icy winter woman? Mm-hhmm!
That chills my body when she's near
Sweet fever in the morning...
I don't know if I'll survive.
She walks by me as though she didn't
Know I was alive
And I want her so ba-aa-aad
Mother Nature has a hold on me
I want her so bad
Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
'Cause it hurts my pride
To be tossed off like the morning covers
And crossed off, like her other lovers
Tossed off like the morning covers,
Crossed off, like her other lovers...
Tossed off like the morning covers,
Crossed off, like her other lovers...
song performed by by Don McLean
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Foolish
I was foolish to think you cared.
How could I have dared?
Everynight at the stars I sit and stare.
Why the should I even care?
All the love I shared.
It should have been spared.
Now all I want to do is hide.
I must have been so blind.
While I poured out my soul you sat there aloof.
Thinking of some other goof.
How foolish I was to think you could love,
a batty man of insanity like me.
I was foolish to think you would see the good,
or even care to find it.
So foolish to think I was worth your attentions.
Now here I sit still foolish thinking,
that after all these years you'll cherish,
Someone like me who is quite squarish.
Maybe one day I'll stop being so damn foolish.
poem by Michael McParland
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