Preoccupied...
the paths mend
themselves
grasses know how
to sew what
familiarity is torn
the rivers too
know how to wind and
unwind
they curl upon
the banks and
carry those lonely
rocks
the tree that were cut
are quick with
their buds
the clouds that flee
come back with
glee
the horses that die
always replace
what is gone
with a number of
their youngs
these changes
mesmerize
these new views
hypnotize
and those unwary
and preoccupied
do not notice that
we have long been
gone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Medusa
Finally
I have seen the lights in your eyes
And now
I am gloryfing my tragic destiny
Dreams can be wholesome for me
Life is a tormented dream for me
Mesmerize me, enchant me
Mesmerize with your eyes, now
Enchant me, hypnotize me
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, hypnotize me
I found the lies in your words
And now
I am gloryfing my tragic destiny
Dreams can be hard and mean
I still wonder if you are aware of this
Dreams can be hard and mean
Life is a tormented time, now
Medusa medusa
Medusa
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, hypnotize me
Enchant me, mesmorize me
song performed by by Xymox
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Rock & Roll
Its been a long time since I rock and rolled,
Its been a long time since I did the stroll.
Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back,
Let me get it back, baby, where I come from.
Its been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.
Yes it has.
Its been a long time since the book of love,
I cant count the tears of a life with no love.
Carry me back, carry me back,
Carry me back, baby, where I come from.
Its been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.
Seems so long since we walked in the moonlight,
Making vows that just cant work right.
Open your arms, opens your arms,
Open your arms, baby, let my love come running in.
Its been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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Rock And Roll
It's been a long time since I Rock and Rolled
It's been a long time since I did the Stroll.
Ooh let me get it back let me get it back
Let me get it back baby where I come from.
It's been a long time been a long time
Been a long lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely time.
Yes it has.
It's been a long time since the book of love
I can't count the tears of a life with no love.
Carry me back carry me back,
Carry me back, baby, where I come from.
It's been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.
Seems so long since we walked in the moonlight,
Making vows that just can't work right.
Open your arms, opens your arms,
Open your arms, baby, let my love come running in.
It's been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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Reverie: The Orchard on the Slope
1 Thin ridges of land unploughed
2 Along the tree-rows
3 Covered with long cream grasses
4 Wind-torn.
5 Brown sand between them,
6 Blue boughs above.
. . . . .
7 Row and row of waves ever
8 In the breaking;
9 Ever in arching and convulsed
10 Imminence;
11 Roll of muddy sea between;
12 Low clouds down-pressing
13 And pallid and streaming rain.
poem by Raymond Knister
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Working of the wind
Wind doesn't always topple trees
and shake houses to pieces.
Wind plays
all overwoods with weighty ghosts,
in swing in thousands
sinsing from ever branch.
Wind doesn't always rattle windows
and push, push at walls.
Wind whistles
down curl de sacs and wrorries,
dry leaves and newspappers to leap
and curl like kite tails.
Wind dosen't anways
dry out sweaty shirts and blouses.
Wind scattters
polllen dust of flowers, washes
people's and animal's faces
and combs out birs feathers.
Wind doesn't always whips up waves
in to white horses.
wind shakes up
tree shadows to dance on rivers,
to jig on grass, and hanging
latern lights to play signalman.
Wind doesn't always run wild
kicking tinny dustbin lids.
Wind makes
leafy limbs bow to red roses
and bob upand down outside windows
and make desk papers fly up in doors.
poem by Bethany Ford
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One Is Such A Lonely Number
I never knew when you walked in the room.
I sold my soul to a stranger, an angel face yea.
I never had this kind of sight before,
This kind of vision white, hang on tight yea.
I dont know, girl, youve been around.
Dont you go, dont you let me down.
One is such a lonely number, to make the world go round.
Three is just a little too much to touch, now honey, to make the world go round and round and round.
One is such a lonely number.
I think about what this has done to me.
Im going back to the start, back to school days.
I never had this urge inside of me,
To hear the sound of a heart fill the airwaves.
Theres a love line, its tied to the ground.
Leave you here, never let you down.
One is such a lonely number, to make the world go round.
Three is just a little too much to touch, now honey, to make the world go round and round and round.
One is such a lonely number, to mend a broken heart.
Three is just a little too much to touch, hey honey, to make the world go round and round and round and round.
Theres a love line, its tied to the ground. leave you here, never let you down.
One is such a lonely number, to make the world go round.
Three is just a little too much to touch, now honey, to make the world go round and round and round.
One is such a lonely number, to mend a broken heart.
Three is just a little too much to touch, hey honey, to make the world go round and round and round.
One is such a lonely number, to make the world go round...
song performed by by Roxette
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Irony Of Me
I can fix a flat tire
I can fix a bike
I can splice a wire
I can drive a spike
I can tune a car
or plaster a wall
I can weld a metal bar
can cut a tree and watch it fall
I can install a floor of tile
I can sharpen a blade
I can make little chidren smile
or make a golf ball fade
I can do most anything
But I can't mend my heart
It's lonely and abandoned
and broken apart
I can ski most any slope
and can skate any frozen lake
I can tie knots in rope
I can even bake a cake
I can play a song
and sing a tune
I can work all day long
or trim and prune
I can mend a fence
and fillet a fish
I can hammer out dents
or create a tasty dish
I can do most anything
But I can't mend my heart
It's lonely and blue
and broken apart
I can diaper a baby
and burp them too
I can turn a 'no' into a maybe
I can tighten a screw
I can swim many laps
and catch a fish with bare hands
I can find my way with map
and read a set of plans
I can decorate a tree
and place a star on top
and make coffee or tea
good to the last drop
I can do most anything
But I can't mend my heart
It's lonely and hopeless
and feels torn apart
poem by James T. Adair
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Lorna
See you smile
Angel child,
Thats all I ever wanted to do.
See your laugh
In a photograph,
Thats all I ever wanted to do.
See your swishin walk,
And talk your baby talk,
Thats all I ever wanted to do.
Lorna,
Lorna,
Thats all I ever wanted to do.
Carry you,
Carry you down by the banks of the river,
All along down,
All along down the grasses [throne ? ].
Carry you, carry you,
By the banks of the river,
Thats all,
Thats all I wanted to do.
Ill carry all your books to school,
And maybe be your fool,
Thats all I wanted to do.
Ah, just to hold your hand
All along the golden sand,
Thats all I wanted to do.
Lorna,
Lorna,
Thats all I ever wanted to do.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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These Bends
I’m more than a little lost and found
But this town, it is dead
And there’s to many hypocrisies in my head
And it just wind, wind, unwinds me out
Just give me some time
Then give me a place, (somewhere new)
Bewildering concepts of time and space
They all just wind, unwind, wind out of me
A year and a day and three broken hearts are
Books lined up on the shelves of
Too many words I said
But I just wind, wind, unwind myself
Ghosts of a thousand memories
Have taken over this place just
Faces in dreams and corners
They help me wind, wind unwind myself out
Of this place and at this time
I need a new escape
When is my next escape?
Or release, from me, my mind, my fears, my dreams
So I don’t wind, wind, unwind, myself out of here
poem by Victoria Mcvicar
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The storm that hangs threatening
From Margate beach
I see a ship sailing past,
with people that are
dots on it.
The summer sun is hot and high
but there’s a strong wind
that swishes over the sea
and waves that like white spectre horses,
curl and twist and rise foaming
and shattering
fall to death against rocks and the beach
On the horizon grey clouds hang ominous,
where a storm is rising
and the sky breaks the water.
I am caught up in a life
that is broken into pieces
and I wonder when
the storm is going to overwhelm me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Lonely Lady #17
Lonely lady one, she run away.
And number two, she do the same.
Lady number three walk out on me
Like number four.
Whos keeping score?
Lady five, oh how she lied.
She made me pay some dues.
Six and seven, eight, nine, ten,
They really were bad news.
Oh no, theyd only break my heart.
Thats how it seems.
And then I finally came upon
A lady seventeen.
Lonely lady number seventeen,
She stayed a while.
She had the style.
Lonely lady number seventeen,
She got to be with lonely me.
Lonely, lonely lady number seventeen, yeah.
Lonely lady!
Ladies eleven, twelve and thirteen,
They came and went.
Baby, I still can hear them sayin
Its time to repent.
I turned around,
And there she was
With such a sweet surprise:
A lovin face,
Lovin smile,
And love lights in her eyes.
Lonely lady number seventeen,
You stayed a while.
You had the style.
Lonely lady number seventeen,
Come on and be
With lonely me
Oh no, when lady fourteen walked out,
Thats when I screamed.
No luck with lady fifteen
Or sweet sixteen.
But lonely lady number seventeen,
You stayed a while.
You had the style.
Lonely lady number seventeen,
Come on an be
With lonely me.
Lonely, lonely lady
Number seventeen, yeah!
Lonely lady!
She makes me feel so sociable
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Blonde Hair
America has become like your kitchen,
gone for a week
without notice, and back again on another
day, without so much fuss,
you walk back
trace the steps of your past on grounds
filled with dust and dry leaves
pebbles without dew, buds that wilt,
roots that stop to spread,
this is still
My Philippines, dusts or fresh air,
storms or drought, i keep walking its paths
without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Long....
How long will i cry for help?
How long must i cry to you?
It is like swimming things,
Who do have rulers upon them.
How long shall this take to get to you?
How long should i wait for your love?
I will stand my watch and will be,
More fierce than the evening wolves!
The pride of your hearts have deceived you,
Like a great wind over the sea;
Three days and three nights,
A cry from the great fish to teach us all.
How Long....? Oh how long.....? !
Consider your ways like,
A cry from the Fish-Gate;
This seed will grow successfully.
Red horses,
Of each man and his cane;
Black horses,
Of each woman and her cane;
White horses,
Of the seed that will grow successfully;
Dappled horses,
Of the art of a design in my mind;
Bay horses,
Of the great wind at sea;
How long will i cry for help?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Two Cats
Two Cats
One up a tree
One under the tree
The cat up a tree is he
The cat under the tree is she
The tree is witch elm, just incidentally.
He takes no notice of she, she takes no notice of he.
He stares at the woolly clouds passing, she stares at the tree.
There's been a lot written about cats, by Old Possum, Yeats and Company
But not Alfred de Musset or Lord Tennyson or Poe or anybody
Wrote about one cat under, and one cat up, a tree.
God knows why this should be left for me
Except I like cats as cats be
Especially one cat up
And one cat under
A witch elm
Tree.
poem by by unknown author
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T8
there is a winding river
beside tall mountains
you must know that we have
crossed this river
ten times already
it is the same river
winding through the banks
of these foggy mountains
the tall cogon grasses
can deceive us and so
are the boulders of rocks
that lie along our paths
we are grasping for air
to reach the highest peak of these range
of mountains and valleys and
plains
at the topmost
there we can see the truth and negate
that we can never step twice
on that same river that winds through the hillsides
snake, boa, venomous circuitous foggy paths
damned, we stepped on the same river more than twice
this is the tenth, and this is the highest peak
the world is nothing but a winding snake.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Listen
Listen
to the grasses breathing in the breeze
to the sky unfurling without cease
to the sea waves caressing the shore
to the tree leaves rustling even more
to the raindrops tapping on the roofs
to the rivers rushing through the grooves
to the icetops breaking in the creeks
to the rocks unsettling, rattling peaks
to the thunder trashing into sound
to the rhythm of nature, shifty lands
to the wind in deserts' moving sands
to the voice of silence, moonlight dance
to the ocean humming a lullaby
to the hills asleep under the stars
poem by Amber Breeeze
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Remember Lot's Wife
One is taken and the other is left down,
One is spoken to and the other is written to,
But remember Lot's wife and learn!
For if your child ask you of fish,
Will you give him a snake? !
Then think twice before you leap.
Life is full of ups and downs but,
Be very strong always to carry on;
And like the fig tree planted in the vineyard,
be very focus on your dreams.
Red horses and black horses,
White horses and dappled horses,
And with the bay horses to write this muse;
Life is guided by the four spirits of the heavens but,
Yu've sown much and brought in a little.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sirens Harp
Our long roads to faraway, but not to safety
fair in advance, a violent gain, of our eternity,
there, we seek our childhood's white clouds,
why ocean-paths are ornaments of shrouds?
So you ask me, glorious beauty, to adore,
of lone paths you have chosen, way before,
years to guide us back, to opaline nacreous
darkened mislays, of my strength ominous.
Shrills of Ghosts belt down anything gleaming,
or hopes, to dusk in dreams again, dimming,
to abate in Stygian trips, a devoid emptiness,
consent Styx darkness, renounce brightness.
Pearlescent were our trips, along Milky ways,
beaming in ocean paths, our childhood bays,
in Stygian dew, how unassailable they will be,
even from us! and decorate a dim Sirens' glee.
And then you escort an illusion in Star quays,
again, your faraway projection, entirely stays,
within Utopian hopes to embrace a lone ghost
reverberant will be, sailing lonely to foremost.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Cloud And The Wind
back to the basics of our longing
back to the cloud and the wind
and the river
and the grass and our shadows
those were the times when what we need is all that we carry
light and cloudy
less light more shadows
less words more of the silence
there was more understanding then
no arguments about
the winding paths as to where these may finally lead us
to destruction or construction
to life or death?
i zip my pants and then move on.
you stay and settle for more imagination
i am the cloud and the wind
pieces of lightness and shapelessness
you are the earth and the tree
heavy and stuck
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Pine At Timber-Line
What has bent you,
Warped and twisted you,
Torn and crippled you?
What has embittered you,
O lonely tree?
You search the rocks for a footing,
dragging scrawny roots;
You bare your thin breast to the storms,
and fling out wild arms behind you;
You throw back your witch-like head,
with wisps of hair stringing the wind.
You fight with the snows,
You rail and shriek at the tempests.
Old before your time, you challenge the cold stars.
Be still, be satisfied!
Stand straight like your brothers in the valley,
The soft green valley of summer down below.
Why front the endless winter of the peak?
Why seize the lightning in your riven hands?
Why cut the driven wind and shriek aloud?
Why tarry here?
poem by Harriet Monroe
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