Pre-departure Dialogues...
now my words
have become
an ordinary conversation
at the pre-departure lounge
of the airport
everyone is anticipating
home minding the number
of their luggage and
checked-in baggage
there are talks
but no one takes them
seriously
on the level of
superficiality...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The departure lounge.
Many times,
I have been near the departure lounge.
Never knew the how or why.
Only too near tears to cry.
Time to leave.
Cliches on your sleeve.
Ready to be 'sold'.
Like cards up, an armful ready.
The departure lounge.
What is this place?
The only sensible option!
Many times,
I could have gone
Rather than see and play out-
Bitter endings.
The departure lounge!
A better place to be looking at
From a comfortable view
Than actually arrive at.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Anticipating that most poetry will be worse than carrying heavy luggage through O'Hare Airport, the public, to its loss, reads very little of it.
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Concealing That Nocturnal Existence....
you realize that there is nothing that you keep
or can
at night a stranger of the house talks about
a departure
you listen as he is putting music to his flute
it is a sad one
it is like the sonorous sound of the rain at night
it is windy
the departure shall be early before the sun comes up
you never sleep
anticipating the excitement of the departure
there are only two of you
before the sun comes up between the two hills
both of you have already dissolve in the distance
blend with the trees, walk on grasses,
there are no traces, the two of you never exist
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Ain't Your Ordinary Girl
(Robert Jason)
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She don't love carelessly that's what I've always heard
'Can't use the usual lines she measures every word
No empty promises proof is what it takes to win her heart
The truth and nothing less, simple things that set her far apart
Save your diamonds and your furs she's not your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, no she's not
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, oh no
She ain't your ordinary girl
No midnight alibis, no foolish games for her
And if you cross the line you'll get what you deserve
But when you see her smile nothing seems to matter anymore
And in a little while you'll feel like you've never felt before
Like no other in the world, she's not your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, no she's not
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary, oh no
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
Save your diamonds and your furs, she ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
She ain't your ordinary
She ain't your ordinary girl
song performed by by Alabama
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And What About Us Who Write Poems Every Minute Of The Day?
what words can we take pride in
these poems like our daily breaths
ordinary words we utter in ordinary
conversations we have
come breakfast come snack time
come lunch come dinner
the talks we have on the park
in the marketplaces of our ordinary days
unplanned, unscreened, unedited
ordinary words to ordinary occasions
an embarrassment, can these words be?
unscheming and devoid of meaning
the lines of the common places?
the dialogues of the fool and the unwise?
you do not have to mind
this is my journal, a record of nothing
but ramblings of my mind and there you are
carefully reading putting meaning where there was
really none
this poem of day to day, unwavering
trying to be but nothing, a mode of nothing but just
plain thinking
do you too have this kind of breathing?
tell me why you breathe, then?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Couldn't Have Said It Better
And you said nothing at all
Well I couldn't have said it better myself
Tonight the conversation takes the fall
Just love me like you love nobody else
Little lady, I think there's something on your mind
I've known you long enough to know
The words are not that hard to find
And the harder you try and the longer you go
Well there's nothing but love in those eyes anymore
You know what to say but you never know how
You can keep your mouth shut because it doesn't really matter right now
I will guide you all the way
Because I know exactly what you're trying to say
You have the right to remain silent
I'll get the lights...you get that smile
And you say nothing at all
Well I couldn't have said it better myself
Tonight the conversation takes the fall
Just love me like you love nobody else
Meatloaf: I see the angels, they're standing right outside your door
Girl: They're watching over me, they're watching over us all
Meatloaf: You can send them home tonight, because you won't need them anymore
Girl: In your arms I think I've found the safest place to fall
Meatloaf & Girl:
When I step in the door and I stare at your face
There are so many things that I wish I could say
Well I struggle with words but they put up a fight
You can keep your mouth shut, because it doesn't really matter tonight
Meatloaf:
I will guide you all the way
Because I know exactly what you're trying to say
Girl:
You have the right to remain silent
I'll get the light...
Meatloaf & Girl: You get that smile
Meatloaf:
And you say nothing at all
Well I couldn't have said it better myself
Tonight the conversation takes the fall
Just love me like you love nobody else
And I know you feel the same
Meatloaf & Girl
You've been searching for the words
Now you know what to say
Meatloaf:
Just say nothing
Don't say a word
Silence is gold
Don't say a word...shh
Meatloaf & Girl: This is the moment we've been waiting for
Girl: If I exercise my right
Meatloaf: And I will take your body language
Meatloaf & Girl: And hold it against you tonight
Meatloaf: And I know you feel the same
Meatloaf & Girl: I've wondered all my life, if this moment comes would I know what to say
Meatloaf: Then you say nothing at all
Girl: So many time I've stumbled on the words that I've wanted to say
Meatloaf: Then you say nothing at all
Girl: So many thought I should have just let my heart explain
Meatloaf: Then you say nothing at all
Girl: So many ways we could turn the words around
Meatloaf: You said nothing at all
Girl: So many nights our hearts came crashing to the ground
Meatloaf: You say nothing at all
Girl: So many dreams that are finall coming true
Meatloaf: Well, I couldn't have said it better myself
Girl: Now you finish me off when you finish my thoughts the way you do
Meatloaf:
You say nothing at all
Well I couldn't have said it better myself
Girl: I love you
Meatloaf:Tonight the conversation takes the fall
Girl: Like nobody else
Meatloaf: Just love me like you love nobody else
You say nothing at all
Well I couldn't have said it better myself
Tonight the conversation takes the fall
Just love me like you love nobody else
Meatloaf & Girl: You say nothing at all
Well I couldn't have said it better myself
Tonight the conversation takes the fall
Just love me like you love nobody else
Meatloaf & Girl: You say nothing at all
Well I couldn't have said it better myself
Tonight the conversation takes the fall
Just love me like you love nobody else
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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An Ordinary Girl
From an ordinary house, in an ordinary road,
From an ordinary town there came an ordinary girl,
A face that looked surprised, a book of dog earred loans?
Never made a sound, never said a word,
Nothing was ever seen, nothing was ever heard,
In an ordinary town, and an ordinary girl.
She's feeling, outrageous, so daft and courageous,
She's laughing, flirtacious, we're falling, unconscious,
She's selfish, and needy, she's wanton and greedy,
She's mugging, her lovers, she's bleeding her brothers from the level?
In an ordinary house, in an ordinary town,
Upon an ordinary street, nothing was ever found,
By an ordinary girl who never made a sound.
She's up in, the attic, she's bristling, with static
???
She's wanton, and needy, she's selfish and greedy,
She's mugging, her lovers, she's bleeding her brothers from the level?
The ones she's, been kissing, are strangely, gone missing,
The day when you wed her, you saw me unteather,
This feeling, no never, they all went together
With an ordinary girl
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Tale of a conversation
Tale of a conversation
~
A conversation like no other
Began with a nervous look
A charge felt in the air
History being rewritten
The talk changed that night
Something drew closer
Like an unseen force
Was it the wine talking
Or the words being spoken
Were the one wished to hear
A step taken closed distance
A hand held in a hand
A short silent moment hesitated
The first kiss between lovers
When all did change
A feeling unplanned happened
Seemed so perfectly natural
That there was no fear
The conversation like no other
The talk that drew together
Two lips anticipating
The touch of the embrace
Upon waking in the mornings light
All those words spoken
Became clear
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Seven Eleven Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it’s high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 11,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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711 Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it’s high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.11,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Seven Eleven Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it’s high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 11,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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711 Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it's high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.11,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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There are two things in ordinary conversation which ordinary people dislike - information and wit.
quote by Stephen Leacock
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At the Airport
Fingers drumming on his lips
Eyes gazing deep into space
Baggage tucked between legs
Still unsure when the flight will take off
Fellow passenger waits at the airport.
Another one's serious, reading a novel
Adjusting the Nike cap to cover his eyes
Newspaper shuffles with a purring sound
A professional reviews his assignment
What a place to gain some knowledge!
One sips a coke, one takes a bite
Group of three play cards, a world unto themselves
A couple talk to their daughter
While the baby sleeps in mother's arms
Baby bottle and bags packed on the cart.
Behold the few that await an arriving flight
Man and lady developing a dialogue
One looking through the glass window
With all the eagerness on his face
A place filled with all emotions and moods.
Commotion rises as the boarding's announced
Baby and the family enter and then one by one
March through the corridor and fill up the plane
Waiting lounge's empty as the final call is made
I'm early for my flight and await my cycle.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Claim Check
Its true girls come with baggage,
be she starlet or plain Jane.
The trick for guys is finding one
whose baggage they would claim.
Its said all girls are crazy,
and experience proves it true.
the secret is to find the girl
who’s crazy about you.
Its not as if we’re perfect,
We have baggage of our own.
It‘s the burden we must carry
if we’re to every have a home.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Twist 10
what we have thrown away
as garbage
or extra baggage
or unused luggage sometimes
come to us asking
why
and since we are definite
as eyes that never
blink on truth
we respond to all these
in that respect of
silence
deep inside we swear
we owe no one an explanation
not even
to our very selves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Talks About Love
Once in a lifetime....
Down at the end, the end of the line
There's a girl who waits for love
She is the one he's hoping for
But there's another one she's thinking of
She doesn't know his name, doesn't know his face
She'll recognize the feeling in any case
She'll be swept away by the flies inside
Make her beautiful, make her come alive
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love
She falls and she falls but never laughs
In the arms of the one she wants
Fights for a dream she's never seen
In a world of rocks and stones
Ands she knows it's there, knows it does exist
A feeling oh so real, almost divine bliss
Takes her breath away, a gem beyond compare
Makes her weak in the knees, she knows that love is rare
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love
The measure of time
Will prevent what's mine
She believes in once upon a time
Once in a lifetime
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love
song performed by by Vitamin C
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All Of Those Who Look On Him As Ordinary
He has never been lauded for courage
Or been a soldier and fought in a war
Or from his Hometown in the country
He never has travelled very far.
To most who know or know of him he seems ordinary
Yet those who are ordinary themselves are slow to realize
That the one who to them is quite uninteresting
Is one who happens for to be very wise.
He is not into football or sports of any kind
And to them he seems lacking in manly elan
So between them they have come to the conclusion
That he is just one more boring man.
He is not one who drinks at the local pub
Or talks about sports or on t v watches football
And all of those who look on him as ordinary
Do not really know him at all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Subtle Goodbyes
I've been practicing how to say
Goodbye
Words are hurting
So i try casual ones
Unannounced like an uncertain hour
A place not named yet
X x x
You put a paid bill or a
Red rose in bed
A well folded towel beside it
A taxi rushes you to the airport
Cellphone is turned off
At the departure area you
Write another poem
It is not sounding sad
It's anxious for the next stop
Planes keep arriving
And leaving
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life's Journey
First you take the road to memories
that looms up on your left
then you find yourself on roundabouts
that offer life and death
then take the road to solitude
and the bypass that avoids
the steep hill down to hades
which is when you'll hear the noise
of angels near the airport
all hymns and organ sounds
then take the first road on your right
the one marked 'sacred grounds'
there's a car park there convenient
and a man who marks a card
that indicates precisely
where your car should now be parked
the man who runs this parking lot
st peter is his name
will always wish you all the best
but not invite you back again
it's a short walk to the airport
once you have left your car
you may not know where you're going
but 'departures' is a start
the airport's traffic is unique
it's essentially one way
all outbound flights none inward
all hours of night and day
no need to take your luggage
so please travel very light
just be happy you've been chosen
for God's galactic flight
the cost of one way tickets
the only one's he sells
is that promises you'll always keep
or else you'll go to hell
there's no business class nor first class
all the seats are just the same
and the flight is never-ending
it's just a part of God's great game.
poem by David Keig
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