Something Harsh
something brash comes in the afternoon
life has overslept on the hammock of time
something harsh knocks on the door
you try to shoo it away and it comes anyway
less the courtesy of knocking or greeting
something insensitive sits on the sofa of
the house where life has been relaxing and
the confrontation begins which is actually
unnecessary, but just the same the inevitable
happens. Life has big ears, and the holes extend
from the right side to the left side, like north pole
tunneling its secret passage to the south pole
Life learns its lessons well. Now it does not bother.
It is not bothered. It sits like a young boy looking
over the window. It whistles a song to the sky.
It sleeps well on the ground where the grass
is green and cool, where dew is not a metaphor
for tears, where black birds assume a new meaning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Other Side of You
I say black and you say white
I turn to the left, you move to the right
No matter what I do
I'm always on the other side of you
I'm always on the other side of you
I want to play but you like to fight
I rise in the morning, you hide in the night
No matter what I do
I'm always on the other side of you
Like paralell lines, so near yet so far
Like North Pole and South Pole, we're oceans apart
I'm always on the other side of you
You let go, I try to connect
You always remember, I try to forget
I'm always on the other side of you.
song performed by by Nazareth, music by Manny Charlton (1986)
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Do You?
Do you hear the rain drops on your window?
Do you feel the wind touching your body?
Do you feel the sun smiling to your face?
Do you hear the birds singing?
Do you?
This is life going through your veins,
This is reason to be happy and fulfill.
Do you feel my love knocking by your door?
Do you want to open it?
Sometimes love knocks only one time and goes away,
But love always knocks,
And if you hear knocking,
And you opent it
There is something waiting out there,
Something that will make your heart get crazy,
Something that will turn your world upside down,
But it will be a crazy happiness,
Because at your door it will be
The meaning of your life,
Woman of your dreams,
Key of your answers,
Me.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Summer Side Of Life
He came down throught fields of green
On the summer side of life
His love was ripe
There were no illusions
On the summer side of life
Only tenderness
And if you saw him now
Youd wonder why he would cry
The whole day long
There were young girls everywhere
On the summer side of life
The talked all night
To the young men that they knew
On the summer side of life
Goin off to fight
And if you saw them now
Youd wonder why they would cry
The whole day long
He came down through field of green
On the summer side of life
He prayed all night
Then he walked into a house
Where love had been misplaced
His chance to waste
And if you saw him now
Youd wonder why he would cry
The whole day long
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Make Grass Green On Your Side
Grass is always green on the other side
But one has to know the other side, to see, weather how green the grass really is?
If you’re trapped then you can feel life in a shell
And not see how good life can be.
All those things that looks green and good to eyes
Just turn our own precious hearts go green.
Be content,
At least try to be…
Enjoy every thing…even waiting in a queue…
Life will soon be sunny! ! !
poem by Shruti Modi
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She's The Girl
She's the girl who sits in the corner
Tears streaming down her fae
Thinking her life is a waste
She's the girl who sits in pain
her life becoming harder and harder
Will she last much longer
She's the girl who cuts her wrist
hating every thing
that life had to bring
She's the girl who balls her fist
punching holes into the wall
In her eyes she is so small
She's the girl who wants to hide
She's the girl who wishes for Suicide
poem by Lizzie Resendiz
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The Blind Man
Within a corner of this windowed room
He sits, and seldom speaks, and seldom
moves.
Forever left within eternal gloom,
He thinks of those he left, and those he loves.
The clouds were his, the colours of the day,
The purple mists, the deepest shades of blue,
The yellow flames, the stars, the milky way,
And smiles and frowns, and stretching moon-
light too.
He knew the sun upon the eastern sea,
And watched it set behind a western hill.
He saw the depth of waters, - space, - the free
Ascent of birds. All these he knew until
The bursting shell. And now, as life is long,
He sits alone, and whistles some old song.
poem by Leon Gellert
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What is Life? What is its Meaning?
What is Life?
When mind enters the matter,
matter develops the mind,
Truth that splits into Three,
It is like fragile glass tree,
Three roots Father, spirit and Son,
Turn that hour glass,
the time starts with
Fusion of gametes,
In the game of love,
Father sits on throne,
Spirit fuels thirst, hunger and desires,
One day life itself starts wondering what is Life?
When life gets kicks for its desires and deeds,
Stands up and asks,
What is meaning of Life?
When metabolism shifts equilibrium,
Rate of catebolism exceeds anobolic rate,
Then starts thinks about fate!
What is the meaning of life?
The life finds answer in life itself,
Life finds answer in its question itself,
Father, spirit and Son trinity,
When son is full of spirit,
Wants to eat, drink, dance and make merry,
Forgets he has to cross the great ferry!
but when spirit stops fueling life, the son,
Thinks of father and sits somewhere alone,
In solitude looks at and screams
O, Father where are you?
When life learns neither matter, nor the mind,
But the truth that became God and satan,
The tree and the serpent,
Mind that was in confusion,
Asking what is Life,
Learns that life is not that,
Neither friend nor foe of life itself,
Only that confusion,
like a boy went to a fair to
purchase trained horse for race,
but lost its money on amusement
only able to purchase an old useless ass!
Life is like that,
If life rides life, life gets kicks and reach a dead end!
If life is led by life, life can live life full of bliss than full of fun and fun to other life it becomes,
When slips footing on its own shit,
Instead of flying like inter galactic space ship!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Secret Life Of Arabia
The secret life of arabia
Secret secrets never seen
Secret secrets ever green
I was running at the speed of life
Through mornings thoughts and fantasies
Then I saw your eyes at the cross fades
Secret secrets never seen
Secret secrets ever green
The secret life of arabia
Never here never seen
Secret life ever green
The secret life of arabia
You must see the movie the sand in my eyes
I walk through a desert song when the heroine dies
Arabia (secret secret)
Arabia (secret)
Arabia (secret secret)
Arabia
Arabia (secret secret)
Arabia
Arabia (secret secret)
Arabia
Arabia (secret secret)
Arabia
Arabia (secret secret)
The secret life of arabia
Never here never seen
Secret life ever green
song performed by by David Bowie
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Days
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well I need one now
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And theres little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
With redeyed pain I'm knocking on your door again
My crazy brain in tangles pleading for your gentle voice
Those storms keep pounding through my faded heart
I'll play your sooth my sorry soul
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
song performed by by David Bowie
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At The Rural Side Of This World
when i step out of my door
i see a road lined with mahogany trees
an empty wide road
but not that muddy really
at this rainy season of the year
i hear the chirping of birds
and the hushing of the wind
greeting me with the coolness of
an after rain,
the grasses are still wet with dew,
the paths still dappled with water,
the pebbles glistening
to the sunlit view of
the hills which are so green and vibrant
the distant mountains shaded blue
tall and huge their tips almost touching the sky
there are no cars here just wooden sleds
pulled by the cows
of the working men
at the other side of the river nearby
some water buffaloes are restive on
cool wade in their mud holes
their tails whipping their butts
to drive away the gnats
i am waiting for the bus going to the city
the only bus for the day
and it will pass by here at eight.
on the bench opposite where i am seated
three girls are giggling
a handsome boy riding on a horse whistles
at the one with the long black hair
the sun is shining brightly on an ordinary day like this
on the rural side of this world that i have chosen to visit
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Knock Two Knocks
One knock, Two knocks
Who's at the door?
Come out once more
One knock, Two knocks
Who's at the door?
Come out and see for sure
A world melts, as one developes
A world ends, as one begins
One Knock, Two knock
Who's at the door?
Open it once more
One Knock, Two knock
Who's at the door?
Come closer and it just might poor
Devastation has come to me.
I hear it like the knocking
The ground is rocking
Given the eyes of a blind man I once again can see
With wings I rise and soar.
Thoughts with clarity I explore
Got to get a better view, maybe from an enormous mountain up so high
Focus on the crystal ball, reading a fortune from the sky
Oh such, such pretty pretty ball
Just let it fall, down to a place full depravity, and derogation
With one Revelation after another they come
knocking knocking on my door
Will I answer, oh will I answer
Only if I must
And its forever open with one fell gust
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Life..?
A life that I live for my dreams,
A life that will extend far beyond my realms..
A life to live without anything to fear,
A life to fulfill the wishes of my dear...
A life that has meaning even though not understood my most..
A life like a wave, stumbling to reach the coast..
A life of solitude desired by none,
A life of peace in search of someone..
A life that in size small might be,
A life which forever, end will never see..
A life in which luxuries might not be there,
A life in which happiness is everywhere..
A life in which the value is of time,
A life till its end will always be mine..
poem by Abhishek Shah
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For Fear Of Losing The Poetic Side
for fear of losing the poetic side
i go back to the secret garden
where my footsteps are forbidden
and i play a certain duality
the one that i do not like and yet i love
the one that is always hidden and yet so delicious
the one that i kiss and yet hurts my lips
the one that i embrace and yet burns my arms
i take the entrance only to find another exit
door of another door window of another window
i take shelter in the house that i do not wish to dwell
i assure myself
this is temporary but i never make promises that i will never be back.
this is the secret of poesy: heresy, lust, the forbidden
the apple in paradise
so crunchy and so sweet
that i begin to forget the reason of life
yet there is this life, this shortness of breath
all of it, it is everything that i have
that now i give, that now i must lose, to be whole again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Maker
South pole, north pole,
Comets, asteroids, and black holes.
Canis and feline,
The lion and the hind,
Blazes of bush fires,
Maple trees, willows and firs.
The fall and the spring,
Snakes and birds on the wing,
The glory of a rainbow,
The silent snow,
By the millions declare your praise-
Praise to the ancient of days.
Spiders spin their orb;
Proclaim you Lord.
Whales sing the same;
The rocks cry out your name.
Your voice is in the thunder;
Your creation holds us in wonder.
Thou art our father, Jesus Christ:
You made us from dust.
Forgive our trespass,
Forgive our deficient praise,
Remind us who we are-
And who thou art-
Father of nature,
Our God and Maker.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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The Other Side Of Life
(alan obryant)
Praise God I feel like singing
Im on the other side of life now
All my days of sorrow
And tears for my loved ones
I wish I could tell them the door that I feel
Though my body is weary
My soul is uplifted
My sins are forgiven and my jesus is real
Praise God I feel like singing
Im on the other side of life now
Though my eyes are dim
I see heaven clearly
Though my voice grows feeble I sing just the same
In my heart theres a song
As I see the gates open
Ill sing forever my joyous refrain
Praise God I feel like singing
Im on the other side of life now
Praise God I feel like singing
Im on the other side of life now
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Music And Song
To song and to music people dance along
And life all the better for music and song
When the musicians play and the singers do sing
Great joy to so many they always do bring
Music and song belongs to all people not to any one race
And amongst every culture commands a high place
From the North to the South Pole from Brazil to France
To song and to music people inspired to dance
The gifts of the gods to humanity
Without song and music far worse off we would be
To every tune ever born there's a song to be sung
And music and song are for the old and the young
They were born as soul mates and as soul mates they remain
And for music and song let us hear it again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Metaphysical Discussion
inside the class in philosophy
the professor stans, an old jesuit, with a long white beard,
on a very silent disposition, like a buddhist monk, but in white cassock,
he sits there in front of us, puts his black book on the table,
sits like a Frenchman, and begins to open his mouth, stands
and writes on the blackboard:
WHAT IS DEATH?
that is the lesson for the day, the year was 1982, at the ateneo
de manila university, his name was Fr. O'shaugnessy, Irish, and wise,
finished his doctorate in Loyola University, and he looks at me and
asks me, 'What is death, Ric? '
and i had the answer ready from the metaphysics of Hiedegger
. The word.... has a crucial role in the work of...Hiedegger. Hiedegger defines....an individual's confrontation
with meaningless
and the discovery that the only
justification for one's demeanor
comes from within....that responsibility will
therefore be acknowledged.
that i will surely die
but between life and death
i must be responsible enough
for confront the inevitable
later
that for the meantime
i must live
and confront the demands of life....
and then my teacher
faced the wall, not listening well about
what i had been saying
on the verbosity of it all
and he wrote on the blackboard
below what is death,
what will you do if you will die today?
write an essay, he made the instruction.
i did not submit anything
and for that he gave me an 'A'.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happiness, A Visit
happiness comes
she knocks at the door
and sits on the sofa
sips tea
takes little bites
of black forest cake
opens up a short
conversation about
us
solitude wants more of her
and attempts to please her some more
with a poem
when it was about to be read
she butts in saying
she is not staying long
she still has to meet a lot of other people
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Cat, The House And The Trees
there is this cat
that looks like a feline version of batman
though without a cape
and a bat-mobile
it sits on a fence
and waits
the trees murmur
and the house stares at it
curiously without blinking
this cat has one life to live
the other eight it lost to the
years of his giving up
that despair and
psychological confusion
now it is prepared to give
the last one
the house is afraid
and closes its door
the wooden fence shakes
like a bridge losing its hold on the other side
tomorrow the cat shall be dead
yet it is prepared with an epitaph
of no regret, its life is always lived
for another
and this is it that really matter
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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X Celestial Blue and Green of Grass
High over the white clean clouds
she serves hot coffee in the sky
Smiling pretty stewardess
with one green, one blue eye
(alluding to her dual life -
celestial blue and green of grass)
He saw her left side first,
an all embracing smile,
a green, then a blue eye...
Ah, secret charm of dual life!
Unearthly pleasure of the flight.
Not far away from Earth,
a casual face hints at the
closeness of an unknown space.
poem by ONElia AVElar (5 July 2008)
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