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Passing By The Stalls...

As i pass by the stalls
along the dirty streets of the town
after the fiesta
when all the vendors have gone
selling the same wares to
another town
i feel the sadness of the constancy
of departures
i am comforted by the sense that time
passes us by
that there is nothing permanent in all days
sorrows and happy moments
and then i meet a little child
without a mother holding her hand
perhaps lost
and surely so neglected
and then i see this white dog
crossing the street
and then a big truck comes
over speeding
and then i see another element of time
the way it sometimes
snatches life
from a mere dog but there is this feeling
that strikes me
as though the little child is still there
as though the street is finally cleaned
as though i am
no longer alone
and lost
that res gestae speaks much
on such a dying declaration.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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London Town

I do believe
I must believe
I think I can begin again
Become again the man I was back when
So Im walking on your streets again
Feeling now as I did then
Ive since become a different man
London town, turn be around
London town, carry me back
O london town, lost and found
And I feel like going back
I can remember lots of time and space
If I lose the name, still I know the faces
Time as come and left its traces
London town, turn be around
London town, carry me back
O london town, lost and found
And I feel like going back
When I grew too old and dull to rock n roll
Like to hold on tight to you darling
And when my fires have all burned out
Id like to think I can still think about
The things I used to sing about
When I was spending all my time alone
By myself and on my own
Seldom seen and quite unknown
London town, turn be around
London town, carry me back
O london town, lost and found
And I feel like going back

song performed by by James Taylor
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A Street Child

Who will care for me when i am born into this world?
For day and night i've been walking on the streets;
And i have to struggle to survive for i am a street child.
No, not even one!
For many parents do not even know their children;
And i was born into a lovely home but now,
I do live on the street as a street child.

Lust and sex,
We were born out of it;
But how many parents still know that we do exist?
How many?

They really do not care abour us,
And i have to struggle to survive on my own;
How many days more left for me?
And i have to make ends meet from the streets;
Because there is nobody around to help me,
And i have no place called home again.

A street child that i am,
And of the many rivers to cross for my survival;
How many social workers do know of our plights?
How many?
How many streets do we have to sleep on?
How many? Hopw many governmenets do we have to wait for?
How many?
Yet still i am a street child.

Who really care about us?
And who really care about me?
My parents do not even know my where about;
Right from Kwazulu Natal Province to Tingitingi,
And from Obbia to Nima!
How many do care?
I am born into this world but,
I am living on the street;
And who will care about me?

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Death Comes To Any Age

There is one story that makes me shudder
And so with care I live each day
It is about a mother and a daughter
Who went to a mall for her birthday.

The mother promised the eight year old
For a cellphone as her requested gift,
Excited to call her Dad, she was told-
As they crossed a street, she ran so swift.

The daughter had crossed ahead and saw
That her mother was left at the other side
And so like a child she ran back although
The lights had changed for the street so wide.

The lights turned to green and it was a 'go'
As all vehicles started to go running
Cars and trucks speeding traffic flow
Not seeing the small child who was just then crossing.

The truck driver saw her but it was too late
The brakes did not have the time to hold
The little girl met her untimely fate
As the truck ran over that eight-year-old.

The hysterical mother went into shock
Seeing her child's brains on the pavement
In grief she almost had a heart attack
Screamed in tears all her anguished lament.

The lesson here that Death teaches us all
One may be eighty or be eight-year-old
But when He chooses to give us a call
With Him, there's no young and there's no old.

This is a true story that happened in our city in front of a big mall. All who witnessed the tragedy were affected by it.
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February 3,2010
Philippines

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Dirty Old Town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Springs a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Im going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

song performed by by Pogues
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An Ode To Marital Music

without you i know i will die
like a water bag ousted of
all its water

without you i know i will be
empty and disturbed and
lost like a child deprived
of its mother

without you i will not be
myself anymore i will just
be the ordinary man
on the street

stripped of a name and
robbed of my chosen
identity

without you i am a nobody
and people will no longer
know my name

without you i will have no place
to go without you i will be
without a house and a car
and all that i have will
be surrendered to you

..... i am happy, without you
i am still me. i am glad that all these
may finally be so unreal
that this is
just a very lousy poem from
me to you.

Be happy. I have decided
finally to take a break, and possibly

i will not be coming back.

p.s.
please read my note
under our marital bed.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Declaration Of Life

Declaration of life
Is a written paper
That I keep in the drawers of my desk
It is a declaration of life that is truly an amazing gift
Sign, sealed, and delivered by God
At the time I was born
And at the time I had entered his world
I had grown and seen all his world
Today I am a believer
I am the one who is falling into God's footsteps
And God is life
This day was made for me
Bring it on I will
I will look on your side of the world
Because there are places
Which are brighter
Filled with thy love and peace
God tells me I will take care of you
Many years to come
Declaration of life
Live my child
Live well my child
Enjoy it my child
Drink my child
Eat my child
Sleep well at night my child
And don't forget about me my child
Child I am the one who signed the declaration of life
In your heart, mind, and soul I live
Child take time to consider grace
God the landscape grows green with your love
Eternity isn't something we wait for-it's what we breathe
God

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Happy

Sadness had been close as my next of kin
Then happy came one day, chased my blues away
My life began when happy smiled
Sweet, like candy to a child
Stay here and love me just a while
Let sadness see what happy does
Let happy be where sadness was
Happy, thats you
You made my life brand new
Lost as a little lam was I till you came in
My life began when happy smiled
Sweet, like candy to a child
Stay here and love me just a while
Let sadness see what happy does
Let happy be where sadness was
(till now)
Where have I been?
What lifetime was I in?
Suspended between time and space
Lonely until happy came smiling up at me
Sadness had no choice but to flee
I said a prayer so silently
Let sadness see what happy does
Let happy be where sadness was till now

song performed by by Michael Jackson
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White Town

Its midnight down in sector two
Little girl walkin dressed in innocence and cool
Only fourteen and dressed up for the score
Hold that breath now boy, he(? )
She dances, baby, to the beat
Of breaking glass and running feet
Down in white town
Down in white town
Down in white town
Oh, she comes home from work and grabs something to eat
Turn the corner and walks down her street
In a row of houses, chic, shiny and dirty and grey
Disappears like the scenery in another mans play
And as she dances, oh, to the beat
Oh the trooper stickin dresses for the number on the sheet
Down in white town
Down in white town
Down in white town
Down in white town
Yeah, mr. outside, youre walkin so free
If you turn your eyes so you dont see
You act like youre the hand turns the key
And you become the hand that turns the key
And no matter how I try I cannot understand
The way that they will turn a man
Into a stranger in his own land
Down in white town
(repeat to fade)

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Belfast Child

When my love said to me
Meet me down by the gallow tree
For its sad news I bring
About this old town and all that its offering
Some say troubles abound
Some day soon theyre gonna pull the old town down
One day well return here,
When the belfast child sings again
Brothers sisters where are you now
As I look for you right through the crowd
All my life here Ive spent
With my faith in God the church and the government
But theres sadness abound
Some day soon theyre gonna pull the old town down
One day well return here,
When the belfast child sings again
When the belfast child sings again
Some come back billy, wont you come on home
Come back mary, youve been away so long
The streets are empty, and your mothers gone
The girls are crying, its been oh so long
And your fathers calling, come on home
Wont you come on home, wont you come on home
Ome back people, youve been gone a while
And the war is raging, in the emerald isle
Thats flesh and blood man, thats flesh and blood
All the girls are crying but alls not lost
The streets are empty, the streets are cold
Wont you come on home, wont you come on home
The streets are empty
Life goes on
One day well return here
When the belfast child sings again
When the belfast child sings again
Music : traditional arrangement : simple minds words : simple minds reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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Walk Down The Street Of Life

walk down the street
like a good child
walk and walk
like you are
enjoying every
walk
in this road of life
where you
do not know
where you
are going
and where
you are
from
but deep inside
you
like a good child
you always
have a sense
of home
a sense of
direction

in you
the good child
time does not
exist
and the world
is nothing
but a place
lived
for a moment

nothing permanent
nothing worth staying really

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Still Feelin' Blue

Time can pass and time can heal
But it don't ever pass the way I feel
You went away a long time ago
And why you left I never knew

The lonely days and lonely nights
I guess the world knows I aint feeling
right
And when your gone the hours pass so
slow
And now I'm still feeling blue

And baby since you walked out of my life
I never felt so low
Can't help but wonder why you had to go
There are many girls but I can't say
They come and go but still I feel this
way

And ever since the day you said goodbye
No one treats me like you used to do
I hope your out and happy now
And doing up the town 'cos you know how
Everytime I hear your name I want to die
And now I'm still feeling blue

song performed by by Kasey Chambers from Barricades & Brickwalls
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Street Fighting Man

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Hey my name is called disturbance
Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servants
Well what can a poor boy do
For sing for a rock n roll band
In this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man

song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Dirty Old Town

(ewan mccoll)
Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canalkissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old towni heard a siren from the dock
Saw a train set the night on firesmelled the spring on the sulfured wind
Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old townwere goin to take a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fireand well chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old towndirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town
And oh well chop you downoh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town
Dirty old town, dirty old townand oh whoa-oh dirty old town
Chop you down one of these days

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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