She Likes It Here
she likes it here
inside this small aquarium
she is the most
beautiful goldfish
alone with
her own
bubbles
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Will Just Take One Flea And A Cat
it will just take one flea
to infest
this dalmatian
and a grey cat
to capture
the goldfish
in an aquarium
to create all the mess
in my house
on the frontline
where we are missing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Goldfish
Goldfish swim in aquarium.
Shiny scales, vegetarian.
Graceful twist of flowing tails.
Gossamer translucent ghostly veils.
This Goldfish In A Small Bowl For An Aquarium...
at 34 degrees
summer comes here
the roads are fuming
like hot rods
of a machine
it is making flints
with the metal of the shoes
the city people
abandon their small rooms
for a beach in the village
white sands, and cool shades of the
palms
i stay here
writing a poem
like a goldfish
lurking
in an aquarium
it is cool here
in my little world
of silence.
i shut out with
a glass wall
buffered by
a bowl of water
when i speak
it is only me who hears
it.
i bubble
with happiness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Aquarium Fun
Have you ever seen an aquarium
With fancy fish swimming around?
Well I saw the most wonderful
Aquarium that I’ve ever found
Every color you can imagine
You’d find in a fish tank were there
Beautiful background for those fish
Not a single thing was spared
The cat fish were so enormous
You could imagine them in a pan
Fryin’ up so crispy brown
So tasty they’d never be bland
But instead we just enjoyed
Watching these fish on display
Swimming ‘round and ‘round
I once even saw them in play
I hope sometime if you haven’t
Been to an aquarium like this
Can observe their beauty as I did
These delightful and colorful fish!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Shedd's Aquarium
To the aquarium just for the day
Down to Chicago, we’re on our way
To Shedd’s Aquarium and the lake shore
But first a wait of 40 minute’s or more
Once inside, we can see the ocean floor
With fishes, crab’s and shark’s galore
An octopus, the brightest color of red
Some dolphins, belugas and hammerheads
We touched starfish, in water sooo cold!
It was fun for all, the young and the old
A lobster that could feed a family of four
A snapping turtle so big, it couldn’t fit through a door
All of this we saw, all in one day
Then back in the car, to be on our way
8/9/09
poem by Rhonda Baker
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Painted Veil
Millions of bubbles; bubbles, bubbles, bubbles.
Who could have thought that so small
could be the curse of all,
and source of all our troubles?
Microscopic seeds
encasing nuclei of fire.
Each germinates and breeds
subtle filaments of desire.
Desire slides in and overpowers,
making our best intentions fail
and weaves the warp and weft of the painted veil
which shrouds this world which is not ours.
Lift it?
It proliferates with every minute.
See?
Our eyes are trapped within it.
The world?
The world's a vast, empty machine
which thunders on,
blunders on,
silent and unseen.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Fish vs. Humans
The fish swim in the coral
and we get stuck in school
Some fish are trapped forever in the aquarium inside the tanks
Some people are trapped by wrongdoings, and are put in prison instead of spanked
Fish swim in schools that look similar to them
Teenagers stay in clicks that I'm sure will never end
Sometimes I go to the aquarium and I admire all the fish
I wonder how many times fish think 'to be a human is all I wish'
poem by Rebecca Bell
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Privacy
Oh you who are shy of the popular eye,
(Though most of us seek to survive it)
Just think of the goldfish who wanted to die
Because she could never be private.
There are pebbles and reeds for aquarium needs
Of eel and of pike who are bold fish;
But who gives a thought to a sheltering spot
For the sensitive soul of a goldfish?
So the poor little thing swam around in a ring,
In a globe of a crystalline crudity;
Swam round and swam round, but no refuge she found
From the public display of her nudity;
No weedy retreat for a cloister discreet,
From the eye of the mob to exempt her;
Can you wonder she paled, and her appetite failed,
Till even a fly couldn't tempt her?
I watched with dismay as she faded away;
Each day she grew slimmer and slimmer.
From an amber hat burned, to a silver she turned
Then swiftly was dimmer and dimmer.
No longer she gleamed, like a spectre she seemed,
One morning I anxiously sought her:
I only could stare - she no longer was there . . .
She'd simply dissolved in the water.
So when you behold bright fishes of gold,
In globes of immaculate purity;
Just think how they'd be more contented and free
If you gave them a little obscurity.
And you who make laws, get busy because
You can brighten he lives of untold fish,
If its sadness you note, and a measure promote
To Ensure Private Life For The Goldfish.
poem by Robert William Service
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Oh, The Guilt
She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has to alter it
She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit
She likes to be
She likes to be
She likes to be
She's into guilt
Go
She likes to think
She likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time
She owns the time
She borrows time and has to self-invent
She seems too weak
She likes to see
She likes to think she has to alter it
She likes the sand
She likes to stand
She likes to sit
She likes to go
Go
song performed by by Nirvana
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Oh Guilt
She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she cant afford to sit
She likes to be
Shes into guilt
Guilt
She likes to think
She likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time
She owns the time
She borrows time to self-invent
She seems too weak
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sand
She likes to stand
She likes to sit
She likes to go
Go
She likes to be
She likes to go
Go
song performed by by Nirvana
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Oh The Guilt (Outtake '93)
She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she cant afford to sit
She likes to be
Shes into guilt
Guilt
She likes to think
She likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time
She owns the time
She borrows time to self-invent
She seems too weak
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sand
She likes to stand
She likes to sit
She likes to go
Go
She likes to be
She likes to go
Go
song performed by by Nirvana
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Growing Up
Folded in your fleshy purse
I am floating once again
While the muted sounds are pumping rhythm
All the walls close in on me
Pressures building wave on wave
til the water breaks and outside I go, oh
One dot, thats on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot
Two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
Three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe,
Three dot
Four dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, its all there,
Four dot
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
All the slow clouds pass us by
Make the empire state look high
As you take me in your sea-stained sweetness
It spills, it tingles and it stings
All the pleasure that it brings
til the door has let the outside inside here
Well on the floor theres a long wooden table
On the table theres an open book
On the page theres a detailed drawing
And on the drawing is the name I took
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
My ghost likes to travel
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
My ghost likes to travel
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside
My ghost likes to travel
Moving inside of your space
The breathing stops, I dont know when
In transition once again
Such a struggle getting through these changes
And it all seems so absurd
To be flying like a bird
When I do not feel Ive really landed here
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Very few of us have any idea whatsoever of what life is like living in a goldfish bowl, except, of course, for those of us who are goldfish.
quote by Graham Taylor
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Small Soul
Small soul’s alone in the night
It’s small
But it’s still a soul
The tiny light
That shines in the dark
Small soul glows dim in the fight
It’s small
But it’s really a soul
Though it looks weak
It’s struggling inside
Small soul keeps attracting my heart
It’s small
But it’s a beautiful soul
It may easily disappear
But it could also grow stronger
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Small is indeed BIG! ! !
Small brooks together make a big RIVER.
Small giggles together make a big LAUGHTER.
Small mickles together make a big MUCKLE.
Small chuckles together make a big CACKLE.
Small steps together make STAIRCASE.
Small bubbles together make EFFERVESCENCE.
poem by Meetika Srivastava
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Our Future Leader
Can you imagine?
What kind of person will become a leader
on two years from now?
Is that should be a professor?
Is that should be like a religious people?
Is that should be like a lovely person?
Is that should be a too kind and generous people?
Is that should be like a strict and rude people?
A leader is like a gold fish inside aquarium
People will see from many side
Sometimes it looks so cute
Sometimes it looks so ugly
Sometimes it looks so brightly
But you know, it still gold fish
No one can deny it
This fish never bother what people think
This fish only think that it has part
To bring a nice view inside aquarium
I think our future leader should be like that
Because if we choose them it means
This person can be seen from many sides
And this is our fish
We should trust it and be a good viewer
Sparky's Inside Your Cat
My dad bought me a goldfish,
Of him I was really fond,
His jar was really far too small,
So my dad built me a pond.
I called my goldfish Sparky,
In honour of my dad,
Full of life and boisterous,
He really was quite mad.
My neighbour used to say to me,
I don't want you to fret,
But if you don't watch your goldfish,
He'll make a meal for my nice pet.
She said her cat liked real fish,
That really made me worry,
I'd have to buy a safety net,
I needed it in a hurry.
Despite all my precautions,
I felt really put upon,
For when I checked on Sparky,
I found that he had gone.
I really did my best for him,
My God how hard I tried,
Yet despite all my best efforts,
My Sparky had now died.
When My neighbour heard me crying,
She asked me what was wrong,
When I told her what had happened,
She said you must be strong.
It's what nature had intended,
The cat has got its wish,
My feline friend has won the day,
It has ate your little fish.
I said to her well such is life,
One cannot tell a lie,
Everything alive on Earth,
Including cats must die.
It was then I knew the answer,
For my pain to be relieved,
If I dug a grave for Sparky,
I'd feel that I had grieved.
When I prepared his resting place,
I put in all his toys,
My neighbor then peered over and said
Who's making all that noise.
I said I was burying Sparky,
To ease my awful pain,
I explained he'd gone to Heaven,
But one day we'd meet again.
My neighbour burst out laughing,
She said don't be so absurd,
You don't even have his last remains,
She hadn't listened to a word.
She laughingly then asked me,
Why dig a grave as big as that,
I told her the reason was simple,
‘'Sparky's Inside Your Cat''
She Likes Night
She likes night
Not wish to be in day light
How beautiful is this night
Everyone is sleeping so delight
In the night she can breath freely
No one upset her unnecessarily
In the day she is endeavoring to hide herself
People wandering to ensnare her by themselves
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
In the day she has to go to school
Fear of flattering in front of other children be fool
Her school fees not yet paid
She is wandering for money to be made
In the day everyone wears beautiful dresses
But she has nothing to impresses
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
In the day she do not go to church masses
Everyone glazing in to her eyes not to Jesus
Tried to close her eyes towards other
But still she can hear the murmurs from the air
In the day she cannot see dreams
For her the time is so extreme
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
In the night she can shed her tears
In the night she can murmur her prayers
She can see her parents on the sky
They are there among the stars looking into her eyes
She likes to be one among them
But still she is living for someone
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
Aswathi
poem by Aswathi Asok
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He Likes To Roll
(carly simon)
Why do I try to win the love
That Ive already wooed and won
(chorus)
cause he likes to roll he likes to roll
He likes to roll he likes to roll
He takes the flower from his button hole
When he likes to roll, he likes to roll
I tend to lose my self control
When he likes to roll, he likes to roll
Here in this little sunny bay
Once a day he comes and goes
(chorus)
He likes to roll...
The moon is down but the odds are high
That seeming me, he wont pass me by
(chorus)
He likes to roll...
song performed by by Carly Simon
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To Remove A Boredom
anxieties live in the hair
like the number of locks
the white particles in scalp
someone suggests that to remove them
one must try loving a goldfish
that you put in an aquarium
one that you can love and yet cannot love back
one that you speak with
and yet cannot answer back
it is a love in silence where
silence becomes a necessity
or to see an aggression
one need put too little food to so many fish
and see how they all display
actuation in the middle of their hunger
sometimes one feels it too
walking under the rain some people are looking
yet we cannot look back
somethings like what they tell us
and caress us
with all our hands tightly tied
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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