She Brought Them All Kindly To Her Grave
of course i know what coldness is
apart from something that is cool
when mother died her hands were extremely cold
for my hold
i let them go
there was no sadness
there was that happiness of letting her rest
and giving myself a little space
for tomorrow
when coldness comes again in an empty room
with open windows
i know not what panic shall be
my hands are extremely cold these days
when i kiss them
my lips become frozen
they break like glasses
i cannot speak
there is no way that my tongue shall give in to
words
it cannot face coldness in the mirror
of my face
since you ask and you demand an explanation i open my hands
and i let your hands touch them
i cannot speak i am afraid i will be cruel
you must hold these extreme coldness for a long time
so you can all let them go
like white birds against a dark sky
so you can also experience what happiness
i had when i let go off
mama's fears
when mama closed her eyes
because what was important she knew
need not be said anymore
she brought them all kindly to her grave
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blocked
I walk slowly, letting the rain hit my face.
I try to zone out and stay in my own little world to block the coldness out.
BAM!
Coldness tries to bring me back to the other world.
BAM!
This time it takes me back.
I feel the coldness again and the sounds of yelling.
I plug in my headphones and try to go back, but the coldness is to strong and makes me
STAY
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Hells not hot its cold
Cold why is my heart so cold in the inferno of mans sins.
My heart has gone black, in this frozen pillar of ice.
My heart can’t beat anymore, in this place where love dies.
My heart isn’t strong anymore, weekend by these everlasting frozen tears.
My heart isn’t alive, where the dead are still breathing.
Coldness is what I feel, coldness is what God made to match my heart.
poem by Beating Tree
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What I Did Next
and then i went to the rest room
to touch the coldness of water
my fingers want to feel
what numbness is in my head
i see the woman crying
i see the child inside the niche
everyone is looking for the comfort
in each others hands
a hold, a stare, a word
to date, there is still none.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whatever Happens
whatever happens
i always care for you
wherever you are
whatever you do
i see you are crying.
i want to hold you but
i cannot. My hands are
frozen with the coldness
of distance. My lips are
sealed with the threads
of absence. My heart is
dead, long long time ago,
when i erased your name
from the bark of the tree.
I could have tried carving
your name in stone, but
my dear, you are not God
and I cannot be Moses
forever.I am alone, but
i am still as strong as the
day you left me for another
thanks, but i am a survivor..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Symbiosis
you are the glass
and on your open mouth
i am the water
i will fill every space
of your body
do not feel my coldness
you do not deserve it.
keep the thirst
i shall quench it.
do not be carried away
by my coldness
do not spill me
i need you as vessel
of my directionless fluidity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ambivalence
it easy to spot
our ambivalence
our lips want to kiss
but your hands
push my chest away
i want to hug you
and make love
with you
but my mind says
i may be
into a long range
trouble
i am thinking
of a room where
we can think
and speak our minds
where we can
forget the dangers
of our game
i reserve a day
for both of us
where we can
simply sit and
do not discuss
morality and what
people may say
yet my feet take
the cab and the
next thing i know
i am in a plane
warmed by my
own black jacket
my arms folded
my hands in
my pockets
i am beside
someone else
and the plane
touches down
and i cough
and it rains
and i step out
and i hide
in another room
far away from
you
and i tell myself
i will be missing you
the word is goodbye
it is never hello
it is never us
it is not the heat
but the coldness of
our coward hearts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Cold Tea Of Otteri
do i get a cold tea?
i prefer it hot really
and the green one
and a moist butter
cake to go with it.
cool...
the cold tea
or colder, i detest
the trauma is
still there in the coldness
of her body and hands
when she slept with me
she was dead
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Those Hands Joining
Great grandma’s hands
Grandma’s, mama’s,
sister's hands
Aunt’s and niece’s
Hands, they join today
An epic telling the stories
About touch, about prayer,
About reaching, about the years
Of caressing and holding on
To love, persevering and
Resting the hands on the
Hands of the other hands
Those moments of silence
When the hands speak more
When the mouths accept
The loss of the power of words
When even the hearts give in
Because the hands are warmer
And so comforting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jane and You and the Hollow Tree.
Jane waited for you
by the narrow road
that led to Linch farm
the water tower visible
against the afternoon sky
of pale blue and white
cold clouds
she was dressed
in a grey coat
and her dark hair
was pinned back
with grips
you noticed
blueness
about her lips
the cold taking toll
wasn't sure
if you would show
she said
the coldness
and such
I said I would
and I say
what I mean
you replied
once you were close to her
she took her hands
out of the coat pockets
and linked her arm
through yours
where shall we go?
she asked
you know it better
around here than I do
you choose
you said
let's go up
the dust track
to the hollow tree
on the way up
to the Downs
she said
ok
you said
and so you walked along
and up the dust track
side by side
and she talked
of the wintery trees
and what birds
there were still about
and how she liked
spring best with the coming
of flowers and birds nesting
and you listened
looking at her
as she spoke
watching her lips move
how when she spoke
her white teeth showed
and now and then
her tongue would show
and it reminded you
of that kiss she gave you
up by Diddling church
as you stood looking
at the grave stones
and she gazed at you
and then kissed
and her tongue
touched yours
and it was like heaven
as if someone
had opened up
your heart
and stuck
their tongue in there
and as you thought
about that kiss
she talked of some girl
of a cowman
who'd got pregnant
and how did that happen?
she asked
and you said nothing
but listened on
and then you reached
the hollow tree
and climbed inside
and sat down
looking out
of the hole
in the side
and it felt cosy
in there
like a small home
and she leaned
in against you
and there was silence
and you looked at her
at her eyes
and hair
and how her lips
were parted
and her white teeth
showed and her tongue
waiting to speak
and you wondered
about that kiss again
and whether
it would happen this time
there in the hollow tree
out of sight
of others
and she showed you
tucked between
her small breasts
a small locket
which used to be
her mother's.
poem by Terry Collett
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When I Need You
When I need you
I just close my eyes
And I'm with you
And all that I so want to give you
It's only a heart beat away
When I need love
I hold out my hands
And I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day
Miles and miles of empty space
In between us
A telephone can't take the place of your smile
But you know I won't be traveling forever
It's cold out, but hold out
And do like I do
When I need you
I just close my eyes
And I'm with you
And all that I so want to give you
It's only a heart beat away
It's not easy when
The road is your driver
Honey that's a heavy load that we bare
But you know I won't be
Traveling a life time
It's cold out but hold out
And do like I do
Oh I need you
When I need love
I hold out my hands
And I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day
When I need you
I just close my eyes
And you're right here by my side
Keeping me warm night and day
I just hold out my hands
I just hold out my hands
And I'm with you
And all that I want to give you
It's only a heart beat away
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Making Love Inside A Dream
when i go to bed tonight
my arms will be empty
i will be sad like a broken beam
no one repairs me
no one comes to this room to bring
a torch to put the curtains on fire
there is no delight on coldness of
the floors as though there is death on every footstep
that i make
i cannot be defeated
my empty arms shall be filled with my own body
i shall kiss my hands
like they are ten lips in all
i shall perspire like a candle
burning my own light
and then i shall sleep and travel another journey
towards that wish to be with you again
you are there softly treading upon a grass
i shall be there touching your body with my hands
we shall make love
we have no names.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am Time
i am time, more than that, i do not have only hands
i have feet, but like time,
i only move on, i cannot stop, i do not think anymore,
i just run
and i go round and round
not moving that far, i only move in the mind,
like time, i do not see, i have long plucked my eyes
from my sockets, but i still feel, like time,
i know what darkness is
what coldness is, and what anticipation is,
i sense the loneliness of my journey
the eternity of my dreams,
i heal because i forget,
and there is one thing that i wish, like time
weary of its round-the-clock work,
it wants rest, but there is none,
it wishes death, but still unknown.
i am time, and like the river i flow,
like the mirror, i reflect the lights of the world,
uncluttered, unfettered, unbeholden to no one
and there you are wanting to hold me,
like sand, i slip from the fingers
of this world, to space they say
i bend, i tell no one,
i am always moving,
and gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Groping.....
the language is barbaric,
do not equate it violence but with something that
we cannot understand
because no matter what we do
open our minds like windows
scrub the floor to start with a clean slate
even take the roof
at its senseless option
the vessel still cannot hold on
to what is given
perhaps the vessel is just too small
or the message is
egyptian
like thai characters or
arabic
we give up
perhaps there is nothing to be understood at all
but something only to be felt
like warm or cold,
or hot potato or melting ice cream in our tongues
yes, do not figure out
because there is nothing to be
figured
it is a jargon, a drool,
a language of feelings,
so miserable and
enigmatic simply because
the hands of thoughts are groping in the darkness
and there is nothing there
except the coldness
and the silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Cautionary Note
there is a way to
reach other minds
teaching can be
a tool
to let them show
how mushrooms
grow
on fields of rotten
hay
there are more than
other ways
to make our coldness
felt
not growing hands
not having to add
more feet
on such a grotesque
alternative
funny clowns
at a certain time can be
entertaining
but we get bored of
what happens
almost every time
when they please us
again with the
usual images of
thick lips and
curly hair
i tell you about
Plato's midwife
and the woman
who conceived and
gave birth
to new ideas
it is this
teaching, this medium
to make minds open
like some
peaceful corals
untouched by
our hands
an open heart
arms that always mimic
an embrace
blinking lights
of towers
asking ships to
dock away
from storms
as i type all these
please take note
i demand nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Hands
my hands have ten rivers
there are furrows of sorrows in the destiny of my palms
no mountain peaks to view the world
holistically,
my hands have ten crystal clear ponds
my hands mirror my face
my hands surrender
my hands open
they are all yours too and you are so cruel
you are telling me like you detest me in the residence of your full moon
you do not need rivers, you had enough of my surrender, you are ashamed
of open hands, you touch me and then you make a plea
'please close your hands and with your ten rivers, please sail away from me! '
i know what a full moon is. I too had enough of its light and silence.
i have the nerves of the stars, and i know what sailing away means.
let me thank you for your dark skies, your clouds are too heavy for me.
i am raining tears, too salty for my ten rivers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I Need You
Writers: albert hammond & carol bayer sager
When I need you
I just close my eyes and Im with you
And all that I so want to give you
Its only a heartbeat away
When I need love
I hold out my hands and I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day
Miles and miles of empty space in between us
The telephone cant take the place of your smile
But you know I wont be travelin forever
Its cold out, but hold out, and do I like I do
When I need you
I just close my eyes and Im with you
And all that I so wanna give you babe
Its only a heartbeat away
Its not easy when the road is your driver
Honey thats a heavy load that we bear
But you know I wont be traveling a lifetime
Its cold out but hold out and do like I do
Oh, I need you
When I need love
I hold out my hands and I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day
When I need you
I just close my eyes
And youre right here by my side
Keeping me warm night and day
I just hold out my hands
I just hold out my hand
And Im with you darlin
Yes, Im with you darlin
All I wanna give you
Its only a heartbeat away
Oh I need you darling
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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09. Do not stand at my grave and weep
when i am dead, i am dead
the world goes out of me and i out of it
there is nothing anymore in between
do not stand at my grave then and weep
for these ears will not hear, and these eyes will not see
and there will be only coldness in between
if you really love and care, show it all to me now if you can
for when i am dead, i am dead
the world goes out of me and i out of it
these ears will not hear and these eyes will not see
there is only coldness in between
warm me up if you can now when i am still alive
for tomorrow the sun may never rise again
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Our Hands
My hands once warm,
And clothed in yours,
my hands once full,
and held in yours.
Empty hands,
Cold hands,
my hands have lost their,
Partner as you once were for me,
Your hands at once rough,
and soft,
Always gentle when in mine,
our hands would meet to fill the cold,
My hands now empty cover tears,
my hands once warm now with
a freezing touch,
your hands are gone,
the warmth they held has left,
these hands of mine.
poem by Rebecca Adams
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A Little Disturbed
at 2: 01 in the morning
you switch on the light
a little bit dim
not to hurt your eyes
and you get out of bed
naked
you open the door
towards the kitchen
and get a glass of water
you drink
you want to satisfy thirst
wetting your tongue
and gargling the coldness
swallowing it gently
feeling this creeping
coldness to your
throat down
to your abdomen
something is burning
inside
and the water is
not killing it
you sit and think
a while and stare
at the light
there is nothing there
except the glare
now you wonder
sleep is still nowhere
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Look Me In The Eye
Look at me in the eye
I am strong now. I can
Look at you closely
Unharmed. You change
Me to stone? You can’t
I am ready. Look at
Me in the eye. I am not
Scared anymore. I can
Look at you with nothing
To feel now. Years of
Binding.In the room
Of love I have confined
Myself. To your coldness.
I could have died. But
No, I have managed
To keep this heart
Soft. Alive. I am not
Broken. I have not
Allowed it. Look at me
In the eye. I have loved
You. Time heals. I have
Gone beyond loving you.
I am now free. You
Cannot own me forever
In your cold hands.
My heart has wings.
It has its own feet now.
Jumping with joy
To its newfound
Freedom. Love of myself.
I am now myself whole
Again. I love you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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