Something Nuclear...
smallness creates a myriad
possibilities
tiny cannot be underestimated
i agree
the atom explodes
shock is gone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Love Explodes
My love explodes all over the world for you, yeah you
My love explodes in diamonds and pearls for you, just you
When the straight plastic bowler men
Grab your soul and pull you down down down
Call my name on your dream telephone
Catch a saucer and Ill be around
Blow em out of town
My love explodes
My love explodes like the stars up in space for you, yeah you
My love explodes with the whole human race for you, just you
When the walls are all closing in
And your paradise goes wrong wrong wrong
Spell my name on your pillow tonight
Catch a rainbow and Ill be along
Singing coloured songs
My love explodes
Ive got people billions of people
Waiting here for bliss
All it takes to free these people
Is the power of a kiss, my love explodes
My love explodes all over the world for you, yeah you
My love explodes in diamonds and pearls for you, just you
My love explodes
song performed by by Xtc
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Big and tiny creatures
Big and tiny creatures, are so unique each one,
But they're so amazing each one, out in the noon day sun;
For example, look at the spider, and the web she doth make,
So clever and wonderful, and the time she doth take.
Big and tiny creatures, I am amazed each one I see,
Look at the pigmy possum, trying to hide in a tree;
It's color goes in with the background scene,
But he will cover his steps to hide where he's been.
Big and tiny creatures, do you like the tall giraffe?
To think his neck is so tall, his length is longer than a raft;
Then there's the whale, out in the huge sea,
Moaning and groaning to his mate, amazing do you agree?
Big and tiny creatures, like the tiny crab, or the large hippo,
What about the large elephant, and the tiny ant on the go;
Each one has a job to do, yet both care for their young,
They travel far, travel wide, busy in the hot sun.
Big and tiny creatures, colors some so pretty,
Such as the butterfly, and the flamingo, agree;
Then there is the snakes, and the parrots too,
We should thank God for each one, where thanks is due.
poem by Margaret Haig
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This I Tell With A Sigh
THERE IS a name
alright
they baptize us with
a name
we had no choice the
but to be born
and then die
if we must even if we
do not allow it
but in between this
spaciousness
of life and death
there is an existence
of myriad possibilities
that give us
a sense of freedom
i am at this place
now
thrown in this situation
and i am doing most
of what i can
to call myself free
tomorrow when
the same sun that set
rises again
i proclaim without
timidity
that i am still here
with all my
options
to live and to live again
never to choose death
that kills
all my possibilities
the door that closes in
saying that it will open
again
but you see
it is different there
altogether
this is it
i must devour all
to be whole again
to keep the pieces
intact
within my soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wordlessness....
in the afternoon
after a walk uphill
exhausted
i sit down and relax
and do nothing
and then i formulate the
questions
and usually they remain to
be
as there are
in truth no possible
answers
it is this kind of acceptance
that makes life
so exciting so real
complacency subsumed
in uncertainty
the openness of the doors
of this tiny world of the grain
of sand
creates the necessary
space for breathing
the ocean of beliefs
chokes us essentially
the myriad choices
freeze us to a series of
mini-deaths
you shall be like the earth
receiving rain and sunshine
without communication
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Creates
Love creates mysterious things,
Love creates beautiful expressions,
Love creates everything we need,
Love creates without a thought :)
Love creates no thinking mind,
Love expresses from hearts,
Love comes through effortlessly,
Love becomes the place we share :)
Love is our greatest gift,
Love shares our hearts as one,
Love is creation and our intentions,
Love knows our beauty without pretending :)
Love creates ABUNDANCE always,
LOVE CREATES OUR INTENTIONS,
Love creates our endless wants regardless,
Love is our self expression SHARED :)
poem by Paul Jensen Jr
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Disagreement
With you, I do not always agree
Because I am not your ‘mini-me.'
Over the years, I have grown
And now have opinions of my own.
It must be a big shock when you find
I'm capable of making up my own mind.
From the things you say, I can tell,
That you think you know me very well.
You often say ‘I think this, don't you? '
But often I hold a very different view;
I do not mean to disagree,
But I am not you: I am me.
I do not mean to be a right pain,
But you and I are not the same.
It is all very well keeping the peace,
But, my own views, I like to release.
Sometimes I agree for a quiet life:
Not wanting to cause trouble or strife;
But it is hard to agree all of the time
When the views you hold are not mine.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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A Poem About Excitement To Something Huge And Spread Like Space
i am tiny, like a nit
wit, and i look at you
spread like wall paper on the wall
something is beautiful there
like a face
something in there excites me
like a pulse on my wrist
i am tiny and i feel so tiny
watching you
like a wall paper on the wall, you
are indifferent
i am excited like a chick hatching from
a shell
i am growing feathers
like a chicken
something in you is so huge like a world
that i have never been
i am excited like a puppy to my master
getting out of his car
i love this feeling, this tiny feeling
this world that is expanding
you are my world now, and i fall into
a regret,
when tiny becomes lost
and when the hands melt while groping for the
truth
about beauty that is lost
about existence that is deleted
simply because you are too huge
like space
and i, this atom, unseen,
colliding,
invincible, and now unknown.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deconstruction
We talked up all night
And still came to no conclusion
We started a fight
That ended in silent confusion
And as we sat stuck
You could hear the trash truck
Making its way through the neighborhood
Picking up the thrown out
Different from house to house
We get to decide what we think is no good
We're sculpted from youth
The chipping away makes me weary
And as for the truth
It seems like we just pick a theory
Ah it's the one that justifies
Our daily lives
And backs us with quiver and arrows
To protect openings
Cause when the warring begins
How quickly the wide open narrows
Into the smallness of
Our deconstruction of love
We thought it was changing
But it never was
It's just the same as it ever was
A family of foxes
Came to my yard and dug in
So i looked in a book
To see what this could possibly mean
Yeah cause there's fate in the breeze
Signs in the trees
And possible tragic events
When forces collide
With the damage strewn wide
And holes blasted straight through the fence
Oh the sky starts to crash
(into the smallness of)
The rain on the roof starts to drumming
(our)
And laid up like cash
(deconstruction of love)
Your take on my list of shortcommings
And now the show starts to close
(the show)
I know how this goes
(starts to close)
The plots a predicatable showing
And though it seems grand
We're just one speck of sand
And back to the hourglass we're going
Back to the smallness of
(into the smallness of)
Our deconstruction of love
(our deconstruction of love)
We thought it was changing
But it never was
We're still in the smallness of
(into the smallness of)
Our deconstruction of love
(our deconstruction)
We thought it was changing but it never was
Our deconstruction of love
Our deconstruction of love
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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A Poet Of Your Caliber
oh, i very well agree
as you believe it yourself
behaving like a god
of the air and the sea
once the king of the
clouds and the rain
once the prince of
the hills and mountains
the only rightful heir
to the flowers and bees
i very well agree sir
oh holy one oh mighty one
a poet of your caliber
need not write
another poem for
the tiny tadpoles swimming
on a very small pond.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seemingly You Like The Grey Area
i admit i live there. I live
in the places of dawn
and twilights where
i have learned to
tinker about anything.
there are exceptions
and exemptions there.
it is no longer black
or white, or
either/or, it is a ray
a rainbow of
possibilities. I embrace
gradients.
it is the meeting place
of lost elements
when they do not fit
they come
looking lost and then
they say they finally
find a home.
here they are accepted
there they are excepted.
not that black and whites
are not acceptable. No.
and Yes. Not that.
it is, 'it can be'
it is always here a
myriad possibility
where you become
yourself that way
you want it. Taste.
Smell. Tick and Lick.
Imagination so powerful.
Unlimited thoughts.
Impossibilities becoming
possibilities.
This is the grey area.
I live here. I am happier.
Do you know where this is?
Come. Undress their colors.
And know at first that in here
color does not matter
they mix, and there
is no limit to their
shades and pastels.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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War...
war creates fighting that kills everyone...
war creates hate where love should be...
war creates tears that will never dry away...
war creates pain that wont go away...
war creates sadness that wont feel better...
war creates destruction that will take too long to fix...
war blinds us of what’s right or wrong...
war steals us of the right to be happy...
war creates gaps that keep us apart...
war creates a fire you cant put out...
war drops bombs on our hopes and dreams...
war creates children without a father, no one to tuck them in at night...
war makes it hard for a parent to say “everything will be alright” when then don’t even have anyone that they can say “good night”.
war scars a child's mind with things they cant erase...
war makes a good nights sleep a living hell...
war creates nightmares that are never-ending dreams and then, just screams
war creates guilt that eats you alive inside...
war makes you see things that make you scream inside...
war creates scars when all you've seen is blood and more...
war only leaves death when every body drops to the floor...
war creates silence after it ends, so how long till it starts again?
and when all the willing that will fight, die and say their last good night
the war will end, the living will mourn, all for peace but what was it all for? For all those people who died, just so now everyone alive, can do nothing to cope but cry...
Age 14
poem by Alexander SaPonte
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Mother creates the Universe
Mother creates the Universe
Mother creates Prakriti
Mother creates Purusha
Mother creates the world
Mother means creative power
Mother is Shakti
Sakti is Brahmaswarupini.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Shock Me
Your lightnins all I need
My satisfaction grows
You make me feel at ease
You even make me glow
Dont cut the power on me
Im feelin low, so get me high
Shock me, make me feel better
Shock me, put on your black leather
Shock me, we can come together
And baby, if you do what youve been told
My insulations gone, girl you make me overload
Dont pull the plug on me, no, no
Keep it in and keep me high
Shock me, make me feel better
Shock me, put on your black leather
Shock me, we can come together
Come on
Shock me, baby, shock me, oh yeah
Shock me, baby, shock me, oh yeah
Shock me, make me feel better, oh yeah
Come on and shock me, put on your black leather
Baby, Im down to the bare wire
Shock me, we can come together
Oh yeah, I wanna feel your power
Shock me, make me feel better
Baby, Im down to the bare wire
Shock me, put on your black leather
Baby, come on, come on, shock me
song performed by by Kiss
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There Once Was A Tiny Girl
there once
was a tiny girl
who grew up
in this world
there once
was a tiny girl
who cried herself to sleep
every night
there once
was a tiny girl
who wore the same dress
every day
there once
was a tiny girl
who wouldn't go out
and play
there once
was a tiny girl
who would bleed and have bruises
from head to toe
there once
was a tiny girl
who begged
daddy, please no more
there once
was a tiny girl
who the angels
heard her prayer
they came down
and took her
to a better place
where that tiny girl
found love
instead of hate
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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Some Possibilities Of Moving Up The Ladder Of Awareness
the first possibility is,
and this is what we believe,
that there is really light
beyond us, and we will soon
see after so much sufferings,
the test, the trials, the fittest
the blessed shall see,
how can we refuse to
believe it without being
condemned to float
in an eternal abyss
without a bottom.
the second possibility is,
there is none. this nothingness.
that we are not after all blind.
that we are given the light
inside our little minds.
that we are fireflies of the
night and the reality is
nothing but just this tree
this dark sky this cold air
the moon above us. mute too.
there are other possibilities.
myriad possibilities. under the sun.
everything is possible. we believe
what we want to. endless theories.
what matters most is you believe.
for those who stayed, they admit they are blind.
and for those who left, they brag that the have seen the best light.
words, ideas, beliefs. faith and a little
disturbance. this ripple in the water
because a raindropp has started to fall
and i feel it right now.moving on to the next ladder.
but another doubt backsteps my feet.
onward. my own little mind, seige the light beyond.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I was a Reagan backer. It was a shock for some people that I could agree with anything that man would say.
quote by Neil Young
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Atom Age
Im heading into the atom age
My contemporary house is all the rage
My wifes getting lazy going gadget crazy
Wants a pallette shaped coffee table and a matching settee
Im heading into the atom age
My kids have gone obscene want to marry at fourteen
Want a pallette shaped coffee table and a matching settee
Im heading into the atom age
I flick on the video to soothe me
Its better colour than the real thing!
I relax to a three d porno movie
Hey does anyone remember what ever happened to string?
Im heading into the atom age
song performed by by Xtc
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Valentine's Day
Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south,
Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream;
I would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth,
And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream.
I would sing about the blossoms, and the sunshine and the sky,
And the tiny wife I mean to have in such a cosy nest;
And if some one came and shot me dead, why then I could but die,
With my tiny life and tiny song just ended at their best.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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The Grains Of Potential
A banyan hides in its tiny seed.
A whale resides in its mini egg.
An explosion waits in an atom.
A vast mind power rests in one's head.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Symbols Of A Song
The strength of knowledge and manipulation of words are powerful.
The rhythm of music and the sense of sound are controlling.
When these elements are merged, they form a song.
Two extremes in one mind-blasting theme.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
Have you ever tried studying work, hours upon hours;
And forget everything on the day of the exam.
But if you have heard a song at least three times,
You will find that you have memorised almost half of it.
Perhaps if you put your work into song,
It is guaranteed that you will pass any exam.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
A song can tap into your emotions;
It can change your mood to positive or negative.
It can influence the words you say and the choices you make.
There is always a message being carried.
Whether it makes the fullest of understanding,
Or if it makes no sense at all.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
A song can encourage others to sing along or to dance.
It can boost up worship to God.
It can sooth then motivate others to be cheerful.
It can entertain people and draw them to dance.
This is persuaded by commands in a song,
Or just those soothing music vibes makes you want to move.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
poem by SarahLee Emilaire
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