Retreating To The Coolness Of Life
the sea is calm this morning
and you try a little casual walk
along the shore
you stare at the horizon
you wish a cyclone
a tsunami
a whirlwind
a whirpool
you wish the eye of the storm
you wish for the
hole of the earth to open up
and swallow you
whole
no one of this nature
does it for you, however
the sea is still calm and the sands so soft and fine
the breeze touches your face
the sun ascends and finally on this sunny day
you go back to retrace your steps
find the shade of the tree
retreating to its coolness
now you still hope to find a dream
a body
life is patient and still wanting
you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Storm In My Sea Finally Subsided...,
the storm of my sea finally subsides
i am a chinese silk spread on the tranquility of the salty water
seagulls leave because there is no fish to hunt
and take upon their hungry beaks
i have no regret, i have finally seen the sun
across my whiter horizon
i see boats and nets spread on my surface
i am a very calm day
soon the children will come and play
throw balls on my white sands
fill this space with laughter and not one of them will ask
what a storm was, where there was a house here before but was
taken by the rage of the wind
gone,
the children have nothing to do with the past
they are not meant for that
an old man arrives with a grandson, being helped to sit on one of the chairs in the shore under a shade of a big old tree
he is the thinker of this storm this place
he knows everything, but he is silent as a dead leaf on his feet
he rests his head on a pillow puts his feet and hands in the fold
wears his dark sunglasses and stares at the far far horizon
i will join him when the sun finally sets, when the color of the horizon turns into orange and then black
as i turn off the light.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sea So Calm Today
The fury
it rages on
in me
The tsunami
in me
that would
take years to tame
the calm sea
So calm
it throws me
off balance
Stoic, unfeeling
after all the ravages
it lies so calm
A lesson
to face life adversities
the calm sea this day
so calm it throws me
off balance
This tsunami
in me that would
take years to tame
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Am Calm In The Pain
I AM CALM IN THE PAIN
I am calm in the pain,
And calm in the rejection,
And calm through the insult,
And calm through the anger,
And calm calm calm,
Though I feel so deeply
How I have failed
I am calm
Very calm
So calm
Until suddenly
In the middle of the morning prayer
I begin to cry to God
Cry with a terrible crying
And then when the prayer done
Calm calm calm calm calm.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Day For November Quite Warm
The day for November quite warm with only the faintest sign of breeze
And starlings from the trees to the garden railings flying and flying back again to the trees
The weather temperature in the high twenties from 27 to 29 degrees
And in the shade of the gum in the paddock the cow sits and chews her cud at ease.
White butterflies out in the sunshine they do not like the wind and the rain
Why they like the calm sunny weather do not ask me since I cannot explain
Anything of the workings of Nature of Nature's ways so little I know
Of Nature's ways I know as much now as I did five decades ago.
The poets love Spring for Nature's greenery her beauty them always inspire
In their words they always laud the Earth Mother of singing her praises they never do tire
And the artists try to capture some of nature's beauty on their canvas the flora and fauna of the woods and the hills and sea shore
I know of so many fine artists in fact there has never been more.
The day for November quite warm even warm for the time of year
And on the wattle tree in the garden the song of the blackbird I hear
'Tis said when birds sing in warm sunshine that rain cannot be far away
The radio weather forecaster says the weather is changing with thunder showers later today.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Find My Way Back
I remember the last time we talked
How I listened but still did not hear
A fool thinks he's wise to it all
Even as love disappears
Now I'm down on my knees like a wounded man
I've made mistakes that I just can't ignore.
I'll follow my heart down this highway
And hope it leads back to your door.
(Chorus)
If you could read between the lines on my face
You'd see just what I'm goin' through.
And if you believe in me, each step I will try to replace
Till I Find My Way Back to you .
It's hard to admit when your lost
When pride seems to stand in your way
And the blues is your only companion, walking these streets in the rain.
Still I know in my soul I can get you back
Your memory won't leave me alone
Is your heart free? Or still here with me?
Feels like I'm so far from home.
(Chorus)
If you could read between the lines on my face
You'd see the regret showin' through
And if you believe in me
Each step I will try to retrace (...to find my way back..)
If you could feel the tears I cry in the night
Only silence when I call your name
And if it takes all my life
I'll Find My Way Back to you.........
(Bridge)
I'll Find My Way Back to you
I'll Find My Way Back...
I'll Find my Way back to you.
(Refrain)
And If you believe in me
Each step I will try to retrace...(to find my way back)...
If you could feel the tears I cry in the night
Only silence when I call your name
And if it takes all my life
Each step I will try to retrace
Till I Find My Way Back to you.
song performed by by 38 Special
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Tiptoe in the Sand
arise the shadow
of the night, head forward in the
direction where the sky deem
so bright
remember the sounding wave capture
the shore with silent breeze
looks the face of the blue moon
she waits when
the time hail on the sacred field of the
Cherry Blossom, the
laughter of the bird hear beyond the
night of grandeur spirit
and the sea calm down the roaring
Sea Leon, feasting the
season of summer
life fish the horizon of vertical
sublime of reality, walking in the
clever sands of memory until time comes
beneath the tiptoe feet of water
lower than the eyes that touches
the sediment of change
go never feel the pain, since only
the episode of smile remember
the change, the perfume touches the skin
as you leave this portal of life
say hello and thanks’ comes
once again...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Madagascar
I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore
No I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought back in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore
No, I..
No, I...
Forgive that they teared down my soul
Bless them that they might grow old
A dream that's forgotten may know
That it's never too late
So many times that I've seen life before me
I searched and found the way to choose to the end
I found a way, to know, why it had to be
Mired in denial and saw all the rain
If we ever find it true
Love will have its way to choose
Three more to tame
We can be ever
I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought down in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
And I can't find my way back, my way anymore
No I won't be told anymore
That I've been brought back in this storm
And left so far out from the shore
That I can't find my way back, my way anymore
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Landscape #2
4 o 'clock in the morning
dusk retreating and morning light advancing
a boat floating ashore
the wind is timid and the sand is still a very clean slate
you look behind you
you find your own steps
you think someone is chasing you
and you walk that fast enough
afraid to be finally caught
by your own fears
you stop to find out if the mountain moves with you
the sea taunts you
alone and weary and so poetic at this time of the day
the wind whispers to your devotion: who reads you somehow?
who cares? who loves you?
someday? sometime? the sand is still a clean slate
you are not this kind of man who gets easily intimidated by this void
you sit on the shore and then you begin to write the initials of your name
someone loves you and you know
it begins foremost with you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A go back
I shall say good luck
Do not come but go back
Before night sets
And birds return to nest
The sun has blazed all the way
I was tired throughout out the day
I could find no refuge
The ordeal seemed to me very huge
How long the coolness may remain
It may prove hollow and cause pain
Sea may calm down with blue water
Only some noise from ship's hooter
I need some rest
It is enduring test
How to retrace and come back?
There is slight pain in neck
Eyes too have given up the quest
The sun is heading towards west
Soon everything may calm down
I may be left alone to claim it own
What would I get from your lovely stare?
Where will it take and lead me where?
Am I not comfortable and happy here?
With your memory I have no fear
Don't trouble me with eye's glare
I am lost and simply unaware
How do I say or deny it as unfair?
I shall watch it closely at upstairs
I can hold you close to the chest
I have nothing to worry about rest
Should I be shunted back or pushed?
There is no need to be rushed
Do not look at foot prints on sand?
They may represent emissary or brand
They may speak volumes of past
Still the day may not be over so fast
The body and soul may separate
One may blame and not equate
Why should I go for it and narrate?
I should accept it as mere fate
I did not wait for rain to drop
I simply considered show as flop
I might have failed it to manage
This may go off only with age
It is not stab from the back
It ism admission very frank
There may be some compulsions
We may have to face the diversions
Not all the rivers may reach deep sea
She may not realize it in hours of wee
It is rushing madness in speed
Who will care for advice and heed?
It is accepted as fate not accomplished
Still life moves on and not finished
It may sometime on the way perished
Still it will not lower the attempts to be rushed
Come back or go back doesn't matter
Nothing is left behind to utter
We may be shuttling the ferry here and there
We got to find rest point somewhere
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Clarity
do not eat words
do not eat my poetry
do not attempt to chew it
do not swallow it whole like how a boa swallows the whole pig
take your time. look at it. from the first word to the last.
think of this poem as syllables, not as thoughts, not as my thoughts.
or your thoughts. think of this poem as a feeling.
a baby sleeping. a calm look at the eye. a stare.
a grip. a hand grasping another hand.
a breath suspended in cold air.
two hands in prayer. think of this as the sound of a distant bell.
an orange dressed monk walking at the shore.
a leaf falling on the white sand.
a last step on the trip.
a beginning of a dream.
do not think now. Feel the sands slipping from your fingers.
See the sands falling on the floor of the sand.
do not move. Do not swallow your saliva.
And then speak the first word of this line.
This i think is clarity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wheel of fortune
Don’t know when the turn goes wrong
Don’t know if I can hold on
When I choose my decision
That time I sealed fate my own
Don’t know what game I follow
Don’t know what next will show
When I pull the plow
I should carry on no matter it flows
Calm down, calm down, my body
We have gone through it so many times
We will go through this at time
Don’t know when pain strikes the wound
Don’t know when regret gets the crown
When my luck never won
I won’t blame it lower for my down
Don’t know when fool always glows
Don’t know laugh is sorrow
When the count only left now
Face it and start to throw
Patient, patient, my mind
Though the road becomes rougher from here
We will find the power somewhere
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Beauty Speaks In Silence
early morning
along the white sands of the shore
there are no people here
most of them are still asleep
the sea is calm as silk
clear as glass
the sun is rising gently
in the gray horizon
it is beauty that speaks
my words are shying away
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But Don't You Give Up, Man!
When things go wrong as they sometimes can,
Think afresh, find the cause(s) and solve;
But Don't You Give Up, Man!
When troubles come incessantly,
Maintain your calm, just do your best;
But Don't You Give Up, Man!
When hounded by ‘foxes and wolves',
Find an exit or climb a ‘tree',
But Don't You Give Up, Man!
When failures stare in ways galore,
Recharge and make a newer start,
But Don't You Give Up, Man!
When feeling lonely, forsaken,
Remember God is your best friend,
But Don't You Give Up, Man!
When facing life's ‘troughs, vales and downs',
Think of the mounds and hills near-by,
But Don't You Give Up, Man!
When caught by wrong foot in your life,
Use the other, steady your stance,
But Don't You Give Up, Man!
When pushed towards the ledges's edge,
Apologise and save your life,
But Don't You Give Up, Man!
When found amidst life's storms and gales,
Be patient till the calm arrives,
But Don't You Give Up, Man!
When grief and sadness overwhelms,
Take heart again, for bliss is near,
So, Don't You Give Up, Man!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 20-07-12
poem by John Celes
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Another Moment
this is another moment of being alone
in another place
where you will find time
to be yourself
on the beach
with two seats and a single roof
there will only be one
blue towel
only one seat shall be
salty
no boat or a raft
the sea is so calm
you hear a sorrowful sound
of breeze
the sea urchins are too many
ready to prick
any of your toes
but you are careful this time
not believing all my stories
my alibis
the sea is calm
you must think some more
another moment
may strike you
i have never loved you
even for once
the sea is calm
and i will not be around
to see the coming storm
this moment
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tsunami In Me
heartless tsunami
how calm the sea lies today
please rush to me
raise your fury
console me
how calm the sea lies
after all the ravages
the loved ones that have gone
how calm the sea lies today
this tsunami in me
that would take years to tame
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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This tsunami in Me
heartless tsunami
how calm the sea lies today
please rush to me
raise your fury
console me
how calm the sea lies
after all the ravages
the loved ones that have gone
how calm the sea lies today
this tsunami in me
that would take years to tame
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Spirit of Love - The Little Crustacean
transparent, white
but the lines distinct
the little crustacean
the little prawn
so little it touches
the softest spot of my heart
throw it back
throw it back
the world screams to me
in each successive wave
the breeze soothes
my ruffled feeling
halcyon day
everything peaceful, calm
the little prawn
waves to me
as i take a look
at it again
wanting to be my friend?
its life and death
in my hand
in my hold
i let it lose
into the vast sea
this time feeling myself
tiny as it is
in this wheel of life
trillion, zillion
like the lines
of the shimmering waves
buddha sits in infinity
teaches about the hereafter
each of us in this realm
taking turns to be each other
the good, the bad and the ugly
the role cast by love and hate in the hearts
the wave heralds my spirit of love
as the little prawn swims free
out of my sight
the wind carresses my face
the waves gently lap onto my hands and off
the ebb and tide of life
i know too that someday
somewhere, somebody would
let me lose too from predicardments,
tribulations
INSPIRED FROM
Dream Within A Dream
==================
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Myth of Strangling Flotilla
let the sea find its horizon, with the dune touches to the
sand in the seashore of no where, nothing left but
a skeleton of vulture crib
hard to find a tree that nay touches its root to the ground
and as the birds fly in the running water of doubt, envy
and fallacy torch the day with a flame of the night
hand over the cards, nothing lost, something to pull, and
the weather seems sunny and cloudy though the dark covers
the day empty yet fulfilling the traveler vulture of the flesh
let me dear open the eyes of friendship, for the moon
blinks for sometimes to light the deem world of lost, all
my words hear and listen the voice of the unknown Being
tie together and hold on the sacred whisper of the Lord
God....
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Nature Of The Storm
Glare at the cloud
Guarded by fog and shroud
And see the storm will be here
Soon it will be quite near
Brace yourself my dear
And yet before
We have to be torn at the core
Torn to and fro, there will be a calm before a calm
A time where there shall be no qualm
And yet the calm is terrifying
The silence before war is maddening
It is not the nor consoling calm of peace
But a maddening roar of quiet
I fear the calm more than the storm because sometimes 'Not Knowing'
That's the worst
poem by David Knox
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I Did Not Die (Butterfly Vision)
I drempt I was a butterfly
In a hurricane;
The world was the storm,
I just wanted to fly...
The wind controlled
But could not contain me
For I would not quit -
Trees and mountains moved
All was tattered and torn
From the earth's core
To the surface of the moon...
Still I would not quit,
My desire to live, too deep
My heart too sure, too strong...
For years the savage storm raged
On and on...
My wings bent and nearly broken
The suns light gave out, ceasing to shine
Black smoke hid the sky
In that tremulous passing time...
And yet, I refused to die.
Houses crashed
Hearts broke
Indeed, life itself did churn and choke,
All so very lost,
For those who count such cost...
But, not I; No,
I refused to die!
My spirit too strong
My dear dream drempt for so long,
I would not stop
My hope I could not drop
I flew steadily on,
My goal the Western horizon
Where the sun sets bright
And the winds find calm
In the night... and now,
The storm has gone
The dusk so clear
The stars of vision draw ever near
Beckon hope's true dawn,
Sunrise is assured.
Dreams finally realized,
I kept my dream
I would not let it go,
I did not die.
Now, forever freely
May I fly...
I am the air
The wind
The sky!
On my wings shines the sun,
Says it to me: ' Welcome home
Little butterfly, well done.
You never sold your dream, so now
Freedom and lasting love
Are forever yours,
Never again
Will your wings be broken or torn,
By any storm. '
From thus dream
I did there awake,
With a feeling light as air
That nothing has been able to shake.
Now when things around get crazy
And my mind, like my heart
Feels so hurt, its purpose rather hazy,
I close my eyes... and let my soul go
To that far, inner place, where once again,
I am the butterfly
Whom shall never ever die.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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