Prelude To Love
she undresses herself
facing the sun in the window
inside this house of
green curtains
she shows her back
and takes a glance at me
turning the left side of her body
and then she
smiles
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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His Loneliness
he undresses himself and
slides inside a tub of water
he buries his head to gain
the coolness of the water
he places his hands on the side
and looks beyond the glass windows
there the trees are green and the
clouds are blue and the sun is brighter
he closes his eyes and lies still
around his body are the foams and scents
he stops awhile for some thoughts
she is still there inside his mind
how can he ever forget her?
how long shall she stay inside his heart?
how can he be so powerless in this?
how can she be so beautiful still despite the years?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A House With No Curtains
(alan jackson/jim mcbride)
We still wear our rings
We still say I love you
We both play the part
Oh so well
But everyone knows
Its just a sad show
And were only foolin ourselves
Its like living in a house with no curtains
The whole world can see whats inside
You can turn out the lights in a house with no curtains
But the heartache has nowhere to hide
We could pack up and leave in different directions
If we just had somewhere to go
We just keep on pretending
Afraid of the ending
Admitting what everyone knows
Its like living in a house with no curtains
The whole world can see whats inside
You can turn out the lights in a house with no curtains
But the heartache has nowhere to hide
You can turn out the lights
In a house with no curtains
But the heartache has nowhere to hide
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Mad Cat
For Tiger
1981-1999
For everyone who has
or who have had a pet cat or dog
will know they have a funny five minutes
from time to time.
They get up to some silly tricks,
but to them it is just a bit of fun.
The story I am about to relate
is a true story about a late cat of ours.
His name was tiger,
but he was a big softy.
A gentle giant of fourteen pounds.
Every so often he would race around the house,
up and down the stairs,
over the settee and then up the net curtains.
One day while I was watching TV, he started his game.
He raced around the house like a mad thing.
Up the curtains, he went all fourteen pounds of him.
The stress was too much for the curtains,
and at the seem they ripped.
Tiger swung like Tarzan
from one side of the window to the other.
When he stopped,
he jumped off and lay on the settee
as if nothing had happened.
He then stared up at me
with his big innocent eyes as if to say.
Dad, what is the matter?
18 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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All Or Nothing
I hope you can hear this
A song for the way that I feel tonight
Were tired and fearless
And run out of places left to hide
So come along
Were better off dead
If we cant live for something
Im in all or nothing
I might be going under
But Im not going back
This time, all or nothing
Never stop to wonder
No turning back
Im all out of reasons
For keeping it all locked up inside
Theres no use in waiting
Im laying it out there on the line
So bring it on
Right or wrong
Theres nothing left for me to lose so
Im in, all or nothing
I might be going under
But Im not going back
This time, all or nothing
Never stop to wonder
No turning back
So come along
Were better off living like
Its all that weve got
Im in, all or nothing
I might be going under
But Im not going back
This time, all or nothing
Never stop to wonder
No turning back
song performed by by Lit
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Time Does Not Make Me Notice
been away
and been busy
the usual answer
to any inquiry
this time
i sit upon a chair
facing the sea
on the porch of the
old house
that papa left me
when he died
five years ago
the bamboo
on the side facing
the big mountains
has grown tall
and its leaves
are outreaching
the trees
i feel so small
like a sparrow
and i feel the
wings unfurling
feathers on my
sides
i have long
wished for this:
flying away from here
and not coming back
now it is a reality.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Attempt To Describe
i wish to describe
anxiety on a shaking glass of water
held by your hand, but i do not wish to be
tactless about it,
with due respect i transferred
my gaze to the other side
of the window and told you about
the dancing leaves of the bamboo
being blown by the gentle
wind from a very green mountain
on the left side of
our house.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Know You're Hurt
i know you are there in your usual
electronic silence, facing the monitor of your laptop.
the kind of person who keeps all the hurts inside her heart
you bleed and you simply let the blood flow from your hands to the floor,
and the blood flows like water spilled from your
drinking glass.
the beauty of your pain
shows through those beautiful flowers
sprouting on the floors
all the vines of green and blue tendrils
spreading on the window sill, the ceiling, the roof.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Before you bloom
I wonder if I'll see you in the future
will we cross paths
and commuinate face to face
not over a computer?
I know we grew apart
but perhaps
when we've finished growing we can make a new start
If I have money ill open up a bar
so we can have that lunch
hey
we can go for a drive to the coutry side in my car
we can go for a boat ride
we can sit on the hill top in platfields park
getting drunk in the sun until it becomes dark
we can leave the car
and we can get a taxi.
Your asleep on my shoulder
Im looking out of the window wishing upon a star
I awake you when we arrive
and when you get out Im left with the smell of your perfume
the driver smiles
and I tell him
I didnt go with you
because I know you havnt got the room
because youve got a husband and two kids
we are two friends
you are the love I was once with
we were two kids.
The driver takes me back to where I used to live
Im a stranger in a home thats a sweat home
the neighbours are new and Im stood all alone
in the dark looking,
staring at my house
I dont wanna knock I tell myself they're out
I stand staring
still
the lights are on but I know
it means theres nobody home
and I
I'm ready to go when the blinds move to the side
a ten year old boy looks at me and waves good bye
he smiles
he looks happy
he doesnt look sad
yet Im looking at a house where theres no mum
theres no dad.
Going to the park to get my car
I ring you
I remember what you said
I let you go.
I knew you had to put the kids to bed.
I'm Sitting on the hill
I'm whishing I was looking into your eyes
instead
Im alone
watching a lonley sunrise
boy and girl they are on a boat ride
and I can still smell your perfume
us kids
we're like flowers
we bloom
We do
I just whish I'd have bloomed with you.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Shying Away....
it is not the falsity that makes
someone shy away
it is the truth that like a turtle
plunges deep inside a pail
of left-overs
showing its head only
when all of them
leave
and as he again recovers
his privacy
he finally shows the house
of its body.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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i do beleive in God
there may be doubts
like pebbles along the path towards a house
there may be darkness
at the end of day
but there is still a candle to light
a gas lamp by the side
of the door
outside the house covered by a glass
you see how even during the storm
through the window
transparent on the curtains
there is still this flickering light
despite the wind
even in my sleep my nightmares
faith still glistens
like a distant star
amen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Frame of house...
Frame of house, and side walk,
Split at the king car passage.
Watch earful.
Sail routs, away from the land.
Pink tree & hills curtains
Watch from the window
Breath people heads
Hide on the shelter, like snakes, on the shadow sun
Hill's view of miles, park side
See the mallard duck,
feed on lakes & bread
under the oak brunch bad.
One step, two step, go back.
Damn
poem by Luca Menin
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Snow And The Love Of Home
inside that cheap apartment
you sit on the chair facing a dining table
a bowl of oatmeal
a cup of coffee
three asparagus sticks
sea noodle cup ready for lunch
crackers and biscuits for dinner
Mozart is played as you look beyond
the glass doors and windows facing
a clean sheet of snow covering the path
leading to the gate and the road
on the other side of the house
Facebook is open
and you just take a peek on those that dropp by
and say hello
you write a line saying,
'dear friend i am editing some pictures...'
taken last night at the party and you will be emailing
some of the happy pictures back home
those with the smiles of the big snowman
it is another lonely night
you want to kill yourself but you just
can't because some people who love you
wait for you back home
as you promised
'whew! The pictures are simply out of focus! '
your hands keep
busy
always on some other things
to keep them out from
that barren desert
'Cool! ' you make a comment on the Friendster picture
of a friend hugging a new boyfriend in Hongkong.
It is so cold. It is so lonely.
But it does not kill you somehow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Marcie
Marcie in a coat of flowers
Steps inside a candy store
Reds are sweet and greens are sour
Still no letter at her door
So shell wash her flower curtains
Hang them in the wind to dry
Dust her tables with his shirt and
Wave another day goodbye
Marcies faucet needs a plumber
Marcies sorrow needs a man
Red is autumn green is summer
Greens are turning and the sand
All along the ocean beaches
Stares up empty at the sky
Marcie buys a bag of peaches
Stops a postman passing by
And summer goes
Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper
Winter blows
Up from the river theres no one to take her
To the sea
Marcie dresses warm its snowing
Takes a yellow cab uptown
Red is stop and greens for going
Sees a show and rides back down
Down along the hudson river
Past the shipyards in the cold
Still no letters been delivered
Still the winter days unfold
Like magazines
Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars
Make a dream
Dream back to summer and hear how
He tells her
Wait for me
Marcie leaves and doesnt tell us
Where or why she moved away
Red is angry green is jealous
That was all she had to say
Someone thought they saw her sunday
Window shopping in the rain
Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket
And went west again
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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As They Dance
The heat rushed through her body
as she moved her body along side his
The movements were fast and breath taking
as they moved with the tempo of the music
His body bends back
as hers bends forward
His body bends forward
as hers bends back
Their bodies intertwined
as a vine on a wall
Their bodies move side to side
up and down
The music keeping the beat
as the danced
The stage lights dimmed to green
as they moved together
His hands run down her body
as she sways side to side
Her mouth open her eyes closed
his eyes on her body
He keeps his hands on her hips
as she ran her hands up his body to his face
Their lips met and their hearts raced
as the music stopped
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Until The Silence Reigns
and so it happens
the clock strikes seven
you dream about curtains
catching flames
the house screams
and you discover you
are but a wall of this
structure
you look at the clock
on your side
it is seven
but seven what?
you get up from bed
and proceed to the CR
wash your face
feeling like a wall still
you rub the soap
and feel your cheek
you slap it
you feel like a wall
and the curtains continue to burn themselves
the house scream at its loud voice
you are still this wall
and you do not really care
to ash from ash
and to ash you shall return
there is no hurry no fright no panic
let death come with grace
the wall is flat and inanimate
let the curtains burn let the house scream
until the silence of the ash reigns
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Twisted
I think it started
The way you twist my words
This world can get so shallow
I feel so tired
I still loose myself in other voices
I cant help myself
The mirror must fall
Its falling to pieces
And I feel twisted
I dont want to be with you
A million night faces
Turning inside out
The lies in their hands
All I do is smile
I dont want to be like this
A million night faces
Turning inside out, inside out
The names on the wall
The pain to remember
I am not what I seem
I have to balance
I have to think
Can I give you something more ?
Christ on the cross
The faceless bodies
And angels calling to me
Please seduce me
Please let me use you
And I feel twisted
I dont want to be with you
A million night faces
Turning inside out, inside out
All I do is smile
Too many secret smiles
Heh , heh, sarah
Too many secret smiles
Heh , heh, sarah
I feel so twisted
I feel so twisted
Too many secret smiles
Heh , heh, sarah
So twisted,
Etc ...
song performed by by Xymox
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Should I Let You In
Should I let you in
Into my house with its concrete walls
Should I let you in
Into my room with its curtains drawn
I want to open up
And let you walk right through my door
Can you tell me
Is it worth
The risk anymore
Should I let you in ?
Should I let you in ?
Should I let you in ?
Should I let you in ?
Should I let you in
Into my far from perfect place
Should I let you see
Where I keep my secrets safe
I want to open up
But Ive been hurt this way before
Can you tell me
Is it worth the risk anymore ?
Should I let you in ?
Through my window
I see you now
Youre looking in
Im looking out
My heart will make up its mind somehow
Should I let you in into my house
Should I let you in inside these walls
Should I let you in into my heart
Should I let you in inside my world
Should I let you in ?
Should I let you in ?
Should I let you in ?
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Turning Japanese
Ive got your picture
Of me and you
You wrote, I love you.
I love you, too
I sit there staring when theres nothing else to do
Oh, its in color
Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel
And soft as clouds
I often kiss you when theres no one else around
Ive got your picture, got your picture
Id like a million of em over myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
Youve got me turning up, Im turning down, Im turning in, and Im turning round
Im turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Ive got your picture, Ive got your picture
Id like a million of them over myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
Youve got me turning up, Im turning down, Im turning in, and Im turning round
Im turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder its dark
Everyone around me is a total stranger
Everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger
Everyone
Thats why Im turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
(think so, think so, think so)
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
Turning japanese, I think Im turning japanese, I really think so
(think so, think so, think so...)
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Big Wheels
Ive been thinking it over
So many times they say
You got it made
They never understand
The answer lies within your soul
cos no one know which side
The coin will fall.
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning...
Save it for a rainy day
For when the cold wind blows
Just to see how they run
I thought theyd know
I tried my best, all I could do
But somehow it was not enough for you.
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning,
Turning, turning...
Chorus:
I remember the dead of night
A lonely light that shines upon the window
I see it all so clear
The tenderness, the silent tears
Out here in the pouring rain
Through cold dark waiting days
I see you standing there
I see the big wheels turning
Never ending, on and on they go.
I think Im going home
I think Im gonna have to start again
Its rather sad
Because Ive looked around, cant seem to find
Whatevers always rolling through my mind
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning
Turning, turning...
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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That Solitude With The Stars And Harmless Words
the last night
together our fingers entwine
i keep your love inside my palms
i keep it inside my heart
when i leave bound for home
at twilight
you go
you keep yourself in your freedom
you go alone
where your heart takes you
the last embrace
i leave all that is valuable to myself
on your shoulder
i left some tears on
the white blankets
as souvenir
i will be back in the house
where i am alone again
inside the car
i weep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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