Plain Cacophony
when i walk alone Colon
i remember being treated for free barbecue
by my sister during her student days,
(it may not be important to you but it is
to me, for it was the first time that i have
had a free barbecue
with white rice wrapped by coconut leaves)
nothing significant really like it is an ordinary day
but there is one thing that i cannot tell you
i have seen stars there,
people who shine ordinarily without anybody knowing
that they are stars in their own right,
ordinariness felt
something that pleases you when you walk
and no one knows you
independent, open, nothing significant
you become real.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Upon Visiting A Dying Woman In The Hospital At Room 108
actually the barbecue
is more than what it appears to be
its scent of meat
and the hotness of the spice
and delicacy of
the sauce
it is the front of something
that is hidden
there is something behind its shape
and odor
i cannot speak to you about it
so i offer you that
pork barbecue
i know that hunger that
does not want to be fed
time fills that
grief
that cannot be appeased
the barbecue is cold
set aside in one of the corners
of the table
grease is solidified
no one
not one from those who see
the emaciated body
of the dying woman
wants to take
the bite
someone does
but eventually there is that
obstruction in the
throat
and so the tongue
expels that piece
of pork barbecue
again
what a waste!
yet we can never voice
this matter out
the eyes speak a lot
but you know then
they have no voices
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Open Your Arms
Sitting under the money tree
look for the fruits of charity
best to pick them fast for they too far gone
they grow rotten to the core on the greedy man's farm
open your moth the words don't come out
even though the thoughts in your head seem to flow
are you so afraid what everybody thinks
are you so afraid to show what you know
to get along, with your sister your brother
get along, we all the same under this shell
brother to brother and sister to sister
and people are people and...
open your arms
monkey do monkey see
why you want to upset me
monkey go monkey say
but let me live my life today
monkey hear monkey walk
monkey you so full of talk
when are we every gonna learn
to fulfill the need to be free
feel free
be free
stand free
wont need mediocrity
brother to sister and
sister to brother and
brother to brother and sister to sister
open your arms
poem by Harlan Lovestone
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Ordinary Days
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That every day he finds just what he's looking for
And like a shooting star he shines
And he said
Take my hand
Live while you can
If we walk now we will
Divide and conquer this land
As he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Though they did not feel no
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine
And I know he's no stranger for I feel
I've held him for all of time
And he said
Take my hand
Live while you can, no
And if we walk now we will
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Please come with me
See what I see
Touch the stars for time will not flee
Time will not flee
And you must be
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
was it all in my head?
Didn't he ask if I would come along?
It all seemed so real
But as I looked to the door I saw that boy
Standing there with a deal
And he said
Take my hand
Live while you can, no
And if we walk now we will
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Divide and conquer this land
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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Got To Be Free
Hush little baby dont you cry
Soon the sun is going to shine
Were going to be free like the birds and the bees
Running wild in the big country
Got to be free to do what I want
Walk if I want, talk if I want
Got to be free to say what I want
Make what I want and play what I want
As free as the birds up in the sky
As free as the bugs and the spiders and flies
I dont know how but Im gonna try
Ive just got to be free
And it wont be long cos were right
And they are wrong
Weve got to get out of this world somehow
Weve got to be free, weve got to be free now
Got to be free to laugh when I want
Think what I want and cry if I like
Got to be free to do what I want
Say what I want and swear if I like
As free as the sun and the moon in the sky
As free as a flea or a proud butterfly
I dont know how but Im gonna try
Ive just got to be free
Yeah, weve got to get out of this world somehow
Weve got to be free, weve got to be free now
Got to be free to do what I want
Walk if I want and talk if I want
Got to be free to say what I want
Make what I want and play what I want
Ive got to be proud and stand up straight
And let people see I aint nobodys slave
Ive got to be free before its too late
Ive just got to be free
Got to be free to do what I want
Walk if I want, talk if I want
song performed by by Kinks
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The Barbecue
When summer evenings are nice and hot,
The thing to do is find a spot,
Where a barbecue can be set up,
So everyone can come and sup,
Relax with a bottle, and sit for a spell,
Which would be really nice and would end the day well,
And enjoy the light hearted, cheerful chatter,
With friends, who to you, truly matter.
Right!
The table's set, the flares are lit,
The music should be a real hit
The friends have arrived, the drink if flowing,
Laughter starts, the barbecue's glowing,
The cooking has started, the aroma's divine,
Everyone is getting along fine,
When!
The barbecue begins to smoke,
The chef, who's coughing begins to choke,
The chops are burnt the spare ribs too,
Everyone's looking very blue,
Conversation has now come to a halt,
What has happened, who's at fault,
There's thick smoke spiralling into the air,
It's now giving everyone a scare,
People are suddenly beginning to panic,
Good heavens, they are going manic,
What can be done, the food is no more,
The wine has been spilt all over the floor,
Everyone is utterly desolated,
For the poor old barbecue has disintegrated,
On top of that, it has started to rain,
It is really driving the guests insane,
The garden's looking a real shambles,
It really is just one of those gambles,
That the weather will go and change her mind,
But it's left such devastation behind.
The hostess takes a deep breath and swallows her pride,
Waves everyone goodbye, takes it all in her stride,
Clears up all the mess, and calls it a day,
But will book another date and just hope and pray,
That the weather forecast might treat them well, so
With friends once again, they can dine alfresco.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Date
three red chilis
on top of two sliced calamansi
beside the cup of white rice
inverted in form
the chicken barbecue is glazed
with butter
above a banana leaf
we have nothing to talk about
we eat
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Know Where I'm Going
Don't know where I'm going.
Don't care who I am.
No place I need to be.
No face I've got to see.
Don't care if I'm loved.
Don't care if I'm not.
What arises arises mindlessly.
What business has it with me?
Imagination's just another word for free.
Free, free, free at last
I've let my people go.
I walk without a shadow.
There's nothing about tomorrow
that hasn't already passed
and yesterday's a prophecy
of what isn't waiting to come.
One thing suggests another
and worlds are arrayed before me
like the stillness
of the lost feather of the moon
on running water.
I endure my own weather like the sea.
The lightning strikes itself like a match
to take a look
but there's no one to witness the clarity.
I don't taunt my ghost like a man
who's going to live forever.
If I flower I flower.
If I shine I shine.
Whatever appears
in the black and white mirrors
of the infernal or divine
may or may not be
the meaning of my roots.
My affirmation refutes
what my denial ordains
and the cause doesn't
account for its effects.
I am the perfection of all my defects
so enlightenment and ignorance
are two waves of the same awareness in me.
The fool and the sage speak with the same voice.
Desire beatifies my heretics
like lies I've told to the stars
but their election was never a choice
and my wounds don't seek the truth
in the afterlife of my scars.
The old man does not say I am old
nor I am young, the youth.
Autumn is not older than spring
and spring isn't apprenticed to fall.
I can hear my own footsteps
coming down the hall like time
to meet me after all these years of looking
through everyone else's eyes
but even when I take my face off
at the end of the day
like a tired sky
and point to the stars the light concealed
my self-portrait is always a disguise.
And nothing is revealed.
poem by Patrick White
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Walk On
I hear some people been talkin me down,
Bring up my name, pass it round.
They dont mention happy times
They do their thing, Ill do mine.
Ooh baby, thats hard to change
I cant tell them how to feel.
Some get stoned, some get strange,
But sooner or later it all gets real.
Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on.
I remember the good old days,
Stayed up all night gettin crazed.
Then the money was not so good,
But we still did the best we could.
Ooh baby, thats hard to change
I cant tell them how to feel.
Some get stoned, some get strange,
But sooner or later it all gets real.
Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on.
song performed by by Neil Young
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The Genius In Each Of Us
the genius in each of us
lies in the ordinariness of the clothes we wear
and the ordinary walk that we take on ordinary lanes
the genius of air, and sunlight, and wind
the one that gets inside us without notice
yet makes everyone live
the one that caresses us without feeling
so important and yet makes us survive
the one that refreshes us in the shores
along ships that we are in
taking us to our destinations
tell me if they have special names and special
functions
the ordinary air, the ordinary sunlight, the ordinary wind
is that not the genius of the earth
the fire, the land, the sky
are they not so ordinary for us to take and use and love?
they are the strokes of the genius of the Lord
and yet they never have names of their own
they are everywhere, they are anywhere.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.
Please Remember
Time, sometimes the time just slips away
And your left with yesterday
Left with the memories
I, Ill always think of you and smile
And be happy for the time
I had you with me
Though we go our seperate ways
I wont forget so dont forget
The memories we made
Please remember, please remember
I was there for you
And you were there for me
Please remember, our time together
The time was yours and mine
While we were wild and free
Please remember, please remember me
Goodbye, theres just no sadder word to say
And its sad to walk away
With just the memories
Whos to know what might have been
Well leave behind a life and time
Well never know again
Please remember, please remember
I was there for you
And you were there for me
And remember, please remember me
Please remember, please remember
I was there for you
And you were there for me
Please remember, our time together
The time was yours and mine
While we were wild and free
Then remember, please remember me
And how we laugh and how we smile
And how this world was yours and mine
And how a dream was out of reach
I stood by you, you stood by me
We took each day and made it shine
We wrote our names across the sky
We ride so fast, we ride so free
I had you and you had me
Please remember, please remember
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Old to New
Days carry on,
Such endlessly.
My thoughts fill my head,
Daydreaming of better days.
Tonight is time
To break free,
From the past
Into the future.
Lights shine from above,
The stars call out to me.
Let me be stong enough,
Let me be brave enough.
Breaking free.
The hardest thing.
The time is right.
The time is now.
Let my breath be steady.
My heart aches,
Yet it yearns.
For the unknown.
Goodbye,
Yet hello.
From the old,
To the new.
Wish me luck,
On the journey.
Taking chances,
Dancing with fire.
poem by Mariah Simpson
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The Sounds Of Summer
it is the air that blows the song of summer
the birds chirp and the sky is ready for their wings.
the sands of the beach are whiter
and the waves of the sea are bluer.
the mountains lush and the paths are clear.
someone waits for you on the other side
the coconut wine is bubbling and the
dance with the wind shall soon start for
a thanksgiving. The rice cakes on the
banana leaves, the pork barbecue,
the raw mangoes with shrimp paste
and the relatives from the cities are coming.
News, stories from far, bits and pieces
and poems, and more merrymaking
i heard that she is coming and i am waiting.
This time, we shall explore a new avenue
just friendship, and a lot of reminiscing
no regrets, a little glance, and then we part.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the genius in each of us
lies in the ordinariness of the clothes we wear
and the odinary walk that we take on ordinary lanes
the genius of air, and sunlight, and wind
the one that gets inside us without notice
yet makes everyone live
the one that caresses us without feeling
so important and yet makes us survive
the one that refreshes us in the shores
along ships that we are in
taking us to our destinations
tell me if they have special names and special
functions
the ordinary air, the ordinary sunlight, the ordinary wind
is that not the genius of the earth
the fire, the land, the sky
are they not so ordinary for us to take and use and love?
they are the strokes of the genius of the Lord
and yet they never have names of their own
they are everywhere, they are anywhere.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And You Know The Time
And you know the hair that would be a love,
Never are the stars and moon and sun beheld
By the lovers of the night, the beloved speaks too hard.
You would come hither, and bend you leader’s head
To see a sorrow and find the stars, of the wild birds.
Light has a trick you discovered when young.
Under a time is the tree of unbroken love,
Though lasses contemplate when they die,
Knowing hair is significant after dawn.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Free At Last
Now I am trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give you insight might just change your life
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free from fooling round wasting time,
Floating in this abyss of your dreadful love
Free is a feeling so high in the sky
Higher higher higher
Free from the quarrels unsatisfaction
Free from the false dream that you planted
In me with your submissive love
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Now I am open like the sky
For the sun to shine and colors true
To find me blue
Oh what a joy to be free
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
Im free of cheating your poor heart at my own damn expense
The cost was heavy and it rent as a thunder cloud
A hurricane sure racked in my heart
Now the rain is gone and I am gone
Yes, I am moving on
Im free at last, Im free at last, Im free at last,
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Just Run
(walk)
I walk to my destiny
I walk to my life
I walk to without care
I don't want to be here today
I walk without enthusiasm
I walk without life
I walk to my destiny
I walk to my life
(Run)
I run to my destiny
I run to my life
I run with care
I'm glad I'm here today
I run with enthusiasm
I run to life
I run to my destiny
I run to my life
With walking comes bitterness
With running comes sweetness
People who walk with life
They taking no chances,
no risks
People who run with life
are free
Free to be them
Remember when you're walking
don't be so bitter
try a light jog
Remember when you're running
be cautious
but stay who you are
For those of you who don't
know who you are
that's not a problem
not a problem at all
All you walkers out there
get up and live
All you runners out there
stay true to yourself
Never stop running
Never stop running at all
poem by Lillie Ellis
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Let It Shine
Another lesson learned
Wrapped around my soul
Another journey ends
Another story told
Innocents, forever burns
A light in the window
Until your dreams return
Let it shine
Shine on you
Cause you got the power
To make it come true
Let it shine
Shine on me
I need you to help me
Gotta help me believe
Now the magics here
Like the moon and stars
Imagination comes
No matter who you are
You are free
Free to believe
In the light in the window
In the power of your dreams
Let it shine
Shine on me
You got the power
Power to make it come true
Let it shine
Shine on me
I need you to help me
You gotta help me believe
Let it shine
Shine on me
Cause you got the power
To make it come true
So let it shine
Shine on me
Need you to help me
You gotta help me believe
In the world
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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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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A Neighborly Guy
Baptist churches and brotherhood
In a tired, aging town
A moribund neighborhood
Where faith and fraternity are found
Cleveland Ohio’s a rust belt town
Ordinary citizens, still work out the days
Life comes and goes, has ups and has downs
But some neighbors are different in unusual ways
Take Anthony Sowell, a neighborly guy
A smile bright as the sunrise, none brighter or quicker
Liked to sit on his porch, by and by
Sippin’ from a bottle of King Cobra Malt Liquor
Had a few girlfriends over, seemed a regular guy
Neighbors came over for barbecue at times
Always said “good mornin’ and evening” and “hi’
Scrounged up ol’ metal for nickels and dimes
Neighbors at times notice odd scents
Of dead things or spoiled meat
Seemed to be coming from beyond a fence
Of a sausage maker just down the street
But Anthony sowell, a neighborly guy
Had compliant companions who sat quietly inside
Four on the couch slowly rotting
and three on the floor where they died
A few in the hallway
several upstairs in the bed
One in the bathroom,
on his workbench, a severed head
Anthony Sowell, a neighborly guy
was led in handcuffs through his front gate
Left his neighbors imaginations to fly
As to what was in that barbecue they ate
Anthony seemed such a neighborly guy
Some said they’d forever feel sickened
Some said they’d never eat barbecue again
Some said it tasted a little like chicken
poem by David Whalen
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