Protesting Frogs
frogs protesting
picketing
on polluted pond
not only in the
Philippines.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But picketing - picketing for or against something, and handing out literature - these are conspicuously formal actions. They have to be understood as indirect communication.
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The Sound Of The Rain
do not mislead me with the
point-of-view of the frog
you croak and you say this
is how something beautiful
sounds, how ugliness feigns
i tell you i like the rain and
the frog likes it too, i am
one of those frogs bathing
and jumping on the pond,
but do not mislead me with
your sound, it does not sound
like the hush of the wind,
it has no color of the moon,
i am one of the frogs of this
pond, but i do not wish to
sound like you: i am in love
with the sound of the rain,
and this is the one that makes
me stay. It is not you, your
sound is not gentle, it is
rough like the skin of the
teething toad. I love the
rain, the way it sounds,
and that is enough
for my suffering.
Dripping.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do Not Give Poetry A Bad Name
The frogs should not have croaked a lot
when everyone is fast asleep
Aristophanes after all is right
These frogs should not live like the Clouds.
On the other hand
THe Philosophers should cling to being
Philosophers
Stay with the embrace of Reason and Not
Embrace the Strong Arms of Emotions
For Emotions belong to nothing but the
Realm of Poetry
aH! Lysistrata shall now wage her own
War against the Men
Claiming as she does
Her sole right to Eroticism
Honestly, i still love to hear the frogs croaking
In the Pond
I for the meantime loves to Keep
The Philosophers dwell in their Own
Cloud Point of view.
If Lysistrata obliges
One night with Her would be enough
After which, I shall work hard to
Give Poetry its Own Right Name.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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O Philippines!
O Philippines, my beloved country!
An archipelago of islands in Southeast Asia,
Rich in culture and society.
Her fame spreads like a 'flavored shisha.'
A variety of rare animals you'll see
Such as tarsiers, tamaraws, flying lemurs...
Marine species and coral reefs by the sea.
O Great Philippines! Her beauty shines!
Come now and visit Philippines.
Go to Boracay and Palawan Islands,
As one of the wonders of the world today
And join the hundreds of tourists each day.
And yes! I'm proud to live in Philippines
With so many loving memories.
O Philippines! I greatly admire!
For Her I'll give up my life.
She made me
Of who I am today,
An abiding citizen to the country.
O Philippines! I greatly admire!
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Reflection's on pond
Dragonfly gone frogs tongue,
Ripples another life’s page.
haiku by Ken e Hall
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Tadpoles swarm in the Graduate's Pond
He quitted the Socioeconomic further studies
And looked for a job.
His raving resume nobody accepts
And he decided to open a Tadpole farm
At the backyard isolated pond.
He breeds the Tadpoles
And when they become frogs
He sell them to the Scientists
They do research for various matters.
I heard the downright cry of dozy frogs
That's similar to Slaughter House screams!
It's really breathtaking
How the ridiculous educated Man turns to be a criminal?
I read the Encyclopedia and stumble in the Socioeconomic gap!
*How great a Simpleton among the Intellectuals?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A toad
why cry all alone?
get out and meet somebody
the frogs are croaking
for companion, why arent you?
get out, and get to know somebody
anybody is better than nobody
even a toad waddling in the pond
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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We cope with pollution
Water is polluted; air is polluted.
Earth and sound are equally polluted.
Man is doomed; the world is doomed, all cry.
See. Our longevity is on its crescendo.
Pulls and pushes will balance
the imbalance of Nature.
14.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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vivaldi on Two Mandolins
as it starts to rain
on the greenfields
of this rural town
the frogs are busy
dancing on the pond
without their tutus
seemingly the
synchronized
swimmers are
not yet ready
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Oppressed Frog
a frog
who is never given the pond
that he deserves
cannot appreciate
what beauty is,
and the white crane
whose beauty you
adore
who takes frogs
for dinner
of course
shall never be
his goddess
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Water so Deep and Profound
Water so sinuous and devious,
And as mystifying as you.
Water is always hiding its true self,
Never in one form.
Water can be the shimmer,
Reflecting off the light of the pond,
Making the pond seem magnificent.
Water can be the rushing sound,
As it escapes the secretive pond,
And runes down into the vast ocean,
Seeking adventure and unfound dreams.
Water can be the feeling of calmness,
As it sits there, overlooking the pond,
With wonder and seeing how it made it what it is.
Water so supple and wondrous,
The pond is born from the water.
Water so deep and profound,
Just like you,
The pond so incomplete without water,
Just like your family.
poem by Music Galore
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A Mole In My Face
with what is happening
in our political arena
(i am speaking of my
philippines my philippines)
the mole in my cheek
has become a curse
whatever good i do
becomes suspect.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Soweto Flames
In 1976
In Soweto
The time was 7 o'clock
It was 16th of June
Children marching
Through the streets
Children chanting
On the streets
Protesting against Afrikaans
Protesting against Afrikaners
Children were gunned
For protesting against Afrikaners language
Children were gassed
For protecting African language
Afrikaans language
Afrikaners language
Africans baggage
poem by Barati Lesetlhe
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I'm against picketing, but I don't know how to show it.
quote by Mitch Hedberg
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Early Morning Scenario
the frogs are singing
gratitude for the heavy rain last night
the pond has ripples
some fish jump with joy
the trees are tall and fresh
the rainbow appears
the grasses are still filled with dew
disturbed by a little bird that flew
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tad & The Bullfrog King
Bullfrog King did summon Tad
“I have a task for you young lad”
“A task for me? Egad! ” said Tad
“Fetch your club and kilt of plaid”
“I’ll teach you how to public speak
You’ll learn the art of war
One day you’ll be my president
By then you’ll know the score”
Years passed, Tad became a frog
‘You’re ready now” said Bullfrog King
Come sit by me and sip some grog
Today I’ll give to you my signet ring”
“You’ll campaign, with speeches thrill
Then there will be a sham election
You’ll landslide win and beat my shill
There will be no ballot box inspection”
“When in command, you’ll do my bidding
Through my shrewd, hand-picked cronies
Just look good and lie Tad, I’m not kidding
Heed my generals and assorted phonies”
Tad went on to be elected, as planned
The Bullfrog King was very pleased
A cry of hope did raise thru-out the land
Frogs knew not their pond dis-eased
On campaign promises Tad did renege
Followed in the footsteps of him before
While bankers and military danced a jig
Tad’s actions were to heinous to ignore
King made plans to rule all world ponds
He’d name the plan “A New World Order”
With all frog liberties he would abscond
Tad became his World Prison-Warder
Many frogs rebelled, many did comply
Jailed & tortured, some were euthanized
Toad mercenaries were hired to pacify
Frogs wailed, gnashed teeth n’ agonized
The FROG GOD was faced with a dilemma
What would He do to stop such madness?
He decided to give all the ponds an enema
To help restore peace, harmony, gladness
He unleashed a torrent to flood the earth
Made every tiny pond part of a raging sea
“Behold I make all things new by rebirth'
“A New Beginning” He Chuckled Affably
He reached down to Earth for a pinch of mud
From this He fashioned skin, bone and blood
Into a “New frog” and placed him in a puddle
From frogs rib he made some changes subtle
With male and female frogs complete
FROG GOD SPOKE,
“It is Finished, My Love’s Replete”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Words Like Pebbles
Words like pebbles
Thrown down a pond
Will cause some ripples
That go around.
Words like pebbles
Never come back
They sink in people
That they attack.
Words can create
A thousand circles,
Pain resonates
As hurts unfurl.
Words released
Like pebbles drown;
The friendships cease
As they go down.
Hold your words
Hide your pebbles
You cannot afford
To cause the ripples.
The pond is calm
So be blessed
Be friendship's balm
Speak what is best.
'Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise
brings healing.'
Proverbs 12: 18
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Written May 11,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Most Of What I Have Is
Anger, bull anger, dragon anger
Tiger anger,
Strong anger of twisters,
For the one I truly and truly love,
The desert and the volcanic ash
The ungiving, the unyielding
It is like,
A dead pond
Murky, brackish water,
It is the dwelling of
A porcupine-fish, just that,
It does not even swim
Or tried learning the art
Of swimming
It is my pain
This is my pain that I painted
On a piece of paper
One dark line in black
At the end at the rightmost tip
Is the red
Tip of iron-hot jagged-edge acetylene torch fire
It is aimed in my head in my heart
It is anger
That is angry to itself
And so everything in this pond dies,
The moss, the lilies,
The tadpoles the catfish the last catfish
Of this pond
Died the other day the frogs Stopped croaking since
The toads found warts on their throats
It is anger
A blizzard
Burst my eardrums
She may sing the songs
Of love to my deaf
Ears
Perforated Eardrums of anger
It is anger That keeps me alive
Its only desire Is to kill This anger this looseness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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P.
in the same manner
i never expect you to take me
to you,
lighten my load
and please me
with your ways
swan-like and
peacock colors
there is the solitude of
your pond
the pale blue in your
clouds
there is the reality
of the croaking of your
frogs
the imaginary place
has welcomed me
like i am a part of you
since
no regrets i take
you as you take me
in this marriage
of our arts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I asked a couple of months ago if anyone would like to start picketing the gas stations.
quote by Ron Ziegler
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