Sometimes Somewhere
there are times when i simply stand
beside a rail
on a platform that looks out to the sea
that does not exist
seagulls of the mind fly like white foams
fishing
for thoughts and digesting what solid resolves
are.
then the mind becomes a cloud that drifts
on another floating orange horizon
then the body becomes a river looking for
its banks
and then the eyes blink undecided
whether to become a moon
or a star
there are times when i simply sit and watch
time going by
and there is no certain direction
but i simply let all these doubts pass
hoping that they all die
like some kind of martyrs
namelessly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Missing Link
So there you are
The missing link of my life
I was having something
Blank in my mind
And things do not fit
Nothing fits to this “”it”
A square pig
In a hole,
A fish on a hill
A chicken on the sea
A snail in the city
A fan on the freezer
Me to nowhere
You somewhere
For a time I was walking
Without a direction
Without anything in my mind
Things simply do not fit
And there you are
Standing not looking also for
Something specific
And we found ourselves
We fit
We simply talk without bumps
In our throats
We simply enjoy each other’s company
You laugh at my jokes
And I like the way you talk
We fit, now we must live together
I am the thread to your needle’s eye
We fit, you and I
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Senseless?
senselessly
make sense by being senseless at times
we all need that
to realize we are not what we are after all
we too are what we are for what we are not
senseless and
numb
senselessly why worry about sense at all?
bipolarity
flesh and spirit
mind and matter
brain and brass
don't you worry
take some beer and smoke
watch what happens to the world
in conflagration
of senseless thoughts
loafing is the work of another genius
when the mind simply drifts like a butterfly
on a windless day
shopping for petals in the garden
of no-man's land
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Labourer and His Owner
Black and white -
His spade always wakes up the dreams
in the sands,
Except when he hugs
the coconut trees;
Sweat drops decorate his body
under the sun.
His owner, of the same age,
who simply stands
Or simply sits in some shade.
"A blessed man",
My mind always murmurs.
Now -
In the same coconut grove,
though very aged,
The same labourer decorates his body
with sweat drops.
But in the place of the old owner,
his dear son
Simply stands or simply sits.
Many years after,
My mind murmurs again, "Who
is really blessed? "
FABIYAS M V
poem by Fabiyas M V
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It's About Time
Time Is….
Ethereal and immaterial,
as a wisp of vapour
Untenable, impalpable,
as thoughts in the mind
Indescribable, invisible,
yet worth more than treasure
Ne’er carried with one,
yet ne’er truly left behind
Oft times borrowed to live on
Oft times spent in haste
Oft times forgotten or foregone
Oft times given to waste
Time can be given as a loan to a friend
Can be borrowed just as well
Time Can be given and time can be taken
And Time can be Heaven or Hell
Time moves so slowly
When we’re in a state of anticipation
Yet moves far too fast
When we’re enjoying exhilaration
Time can be measured quite exactly,
As a second, a minute, or a day
Even though exactly, what it truly is,
no one exactly, can truly say
While it can’t be seen, described, or held in your hand
There’s one thing we do know for sure
When you use up your share and it starts running out
That’s the time we’ll always want more
Time touches us all with it’s almighty hand
And it’s effects, are so impossible to resist
So strange to be so immaterial, and yet so very grand
Time absolutely, and most truly…simply does not exist!
poem by David Whalen
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Afternoon Musings 7
sometimes i miss a friend
who talks to me without knowing
what time is
one who is carefree and freewilling
like the way we blow the bubbles
of soap and water in the air
when we laughed so loud
when we were those naughty children
sometimes i miss the times
when we bathe in the river
naked with our innocence
plunging in the noise and the rage
of the rippling waters
and not thinking about
what we are or who we are
or what do we become of ourselves
i miss the times when we simply bask
under the sun to dry our wet tight bodies
when we close our eyes under such a strong light
and see the comfort of orangeness inside us
i miss the times when we simply sit on the grass
on early afternoons watching the sun setting on the sea
waiting till it becomes dark when the stars come
like an array of friends to the full moon slowly
ascending, and how all of them shine and though
so distant from us, they all appear to be happy
in that glimmer and glitter, on that summer
many years ago before the coming of death & despair
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Like It Here (part Two)
i like it here
i speak my lines i deliver them and there is no one to listen
how do i know you listening?
but even if i know you are there
it does not really matter
i am here only to speak
and i do not want to hear you talking back
i like it here
this place is simply perfect
for my circumlocution
my monologue
the way i speak to the moon
when the stars are so silent and unminding
the way i talk to the river when it simply passes by its banks
the way i talk to a stone, a tree, a pole, a cloud,
the way i talk to a glass one day whose water i have all drank
the way i talk to a horse, a dog, a cat,
or even to a pillow all wet with my tears.
i like this monologue.
i burst and then i live anew
for another day
tomorrow.
yes, i like it too
talking to your picture that i keep many years ago.
black and white and scented
with moth balls.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Is Simply Love for the Feast of Valentine
There is no black love
For the feast of Valentino
There is simply: LOVE.
There is no white love
In the cappuccino
There is simply: LOVE.
Coffee will always be black
Milk is sometimes white
And chocolate on occasion brown.
Mix all three and the ending product
Is just kaleidoscopically divine
Out of this world, almost perfect.
Love has a great mind
That’s why he or she is blind
This is something that is hard to find.
Love has no color
Love has simply great flavor
And great taste like a classic wine.
There is no Negro love
No Caucasian love
And no Hispanic love.
There is simply: LOVE.
poem by Hebert Logerie (February 2012)
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The Way To Create Meaning
there is nothing
wrong with
believing that when we
die
we simply return
to our
original nature
atomic particles
reduced neurons
roving neutrons
simply
untangled from
a body
it can be harsh
it can be truthfully harsh
but i am given
a choice
whether to be
literal or
figurative
whether to see
a landscape
or simply an
array of
random particles
floating in
air in silence
meaninglessly
what makes me distinct
is my imagination
as of now i am
a body
with all my senses
on
when i die
i can still be
a flying spirit
unseen
and still as
beautiful as
i think myself
to be
even if death
reduces me into
atomic particles
i can still
dance in the
mystery of
my own
fantasy
i refuse to be
simply
a meaningless set
of dust
beneath the
feet of
this earth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dusk and Dying
Dusk purple trees reach out high,
Gently brushing the Cotton Candy sky,
The nostalgic horizon passes by
And time races toward the time to die.
And I cannot help but wonder “But Why”?
Time is simply passing by, passing by,
Passing by….
But does it pause for me? Not I.
For me time simply passes by,
Like these leaves that patch this somber sky,
Time simply passes by
Like these leaves that have dried,
Skipping over the concrete, so spry.
“Simply live and let live! ” I try,
But life and living keep passing me by.
So, as my verse so aptly implies,
Whether I live, or whether I die,
I simply bid you fond goodbyes,
Like the sun as it sinks ‘low the cotton candy skies…
poem by Rachel L. Moore
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Wonderful Christmastime
The moon is right
The spirits up
Were here tonight
And thats enough
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The partys on
The feelins here
That only comes
This time of year
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The choir of children sing their song
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding ohhhh
Ohhhhhhh
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The word is out
About the town
To lift a glass
Ahhh dont look down
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The choir of children sing their song
They practiced all year long
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
The partys on
The spirits up
Were here tonight
And thats enough
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The moon is right
The spirits up
Were here tonight
And thats enough
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Christmastime
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Rain drops fall from heaven
Tears swelling up in my eyes every night
Rain drops fall from heaven
Simply a walking disguise in the light
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wondering when i will be alright
Rain drops fall from heaven
Growing so weak no energy to fight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Losing all hope in my mind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing that i could simply unwind
Rain drops fall from heaven
As time goes love makes me blind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i didn't have to leave her behind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wanting to make everything right
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i could see her in sight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing I had the strength to fight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i could hold her tight
Rain drops fall from heaven
Never knowing if she remembers me
Rain drops fall from heaven
Never know if we were meant to be
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i had more time to see
Rain drops fall from heaven
My family that always loved me
Rain drops fall from heaven
Thinking back to the times we had
Rain drops fall from heaven
Smiles and laughter but yet so sad
Rain drops fall from heaven
Just sitting here all alone
Rain drops fall from heaven
Wishing i was way back home
Rain drops fall from heaven
Now the only thing that is on my mind
Rain drops fall from heaven
Is the memories i have way back in time
Rain drops fall from heaven
The tears from my eyes and deep inside
Rain drops fall from heaven
Matches the drops that come from the sky
Rain drops fall from heaven
If you could even begin to wonder why
Rain drops fall from heaven
It is simply those tears from lies
Rain drops fall from heaven
Every time it rains i stare to the clouds
Rain drops fall from heaven
Hoping one day she will simply fall
Rain drops fall from heaven
Right into my arms where she belongs
Rain drops fall from heaven
So that i can sing her a song
Rain drops fall from heaven
A song that tells her how i feel
Rain drops fall from heaven
A song that is nothing but real
Rain drops fall from heaven
That will be the day that will bring me joy
Rain drops fall from heaven
Too bad it wont happen to this boy
Rain drops fall from my eyes 24/7
poem by Joshua Thomas Gage
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Wonderful Christmas
The moon is right
The spirits up
We're here tonight
And that's enough
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The party's on
The feelin's here
That only comes
This time of year
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The choir of children sing their song
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding Ohhhh
Ohhhhhhh
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The word is out
About the town
To lift a glass
Ahhh don't look down
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The choir of children sing their song
They practiced all year long
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
The party's on
The spirits up
We're here tonight
And that's enough
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The moon is right
The spirits up
We're here tonight
And that's enough
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Ohhhhhhhhh
Christmastime
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Doodle
do not follow my thoughts
for they do not have direction
no place to go
or rest they simply travel anywhere they want to
searching for nothing at all
they merely
watch without even noting what is there to know
free thoughts
like birds flying on the horizon as though they know where home is
know now my dear
that i am but a spectator of my own dreams
sighing
and breathing and wondering all for its own sake
no use no purpose just looking plainly
on the sand feeling the heat and not looking for any cover
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the sweeteness
lies
when the two of us
simply wish
upon a single star
when we look forward
in the same
direction to one sky
no matter
how dark
when we wish
for the moon
to shine
upon us
when we do not have
time
to look for the speck
of dust in each
other's eye
when we close our eyes
and dream
we we lose ourselves
in us
without asking why
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the sweetness
lies
when the two of us
simply wish
upon a single star
when we look forward
in the same
direction to one sky
no matter
how dark
when we wish
for the moon
to shine
upon us
when we do not have
time
to look for the speck
of dust in each
other's eye
when we close our eyes
and dream
when we lose ourselves
in us
without asking why
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sweetness Of Us
the sweetness
lies
when the two of us
simply wish
upon a single star
when we look forward
in the same
direction to one sky
no matter
how dark
when we wish
for the moon
to shine
upon us
when we do not have
time
to look for the speck
of dust in each
other's eye
when we close our eyes
and dream
we we lose ourselves
in us
without asking why
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Simply Alone
Simply alone as an angel cries
Becoming empty as all her
Hope hides
Simply alone she sits by a window
Bearing wishes of death to Un-fold
Hope lies
Simply alone with out her own home
Beside a story of healing worry
Simply alone and simply Un-known
Hope cries
Simply because she is simply alone
Hope hides hope lies hope cries does hope die?
Or does hope again try?
poem by Susan Covington
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Star Alone Star
star
alone star
shining, twinkling, moving
just being what you are;
star alone star
though watching minds make of you a meaning
a wish, or a symbol
but alone star you are simply what you are;
star alone star
unlike men, women
unlike intelligence that must form and associate
who must be this or that
conditioned and grown and nurtured
and shaped
and programmed;
but you star
alone star
not like this or that
but simply natural, what you are
poem by Raj Arumugam
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What is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply don't understand
for when I speak she captures my breath
and her heart flutters deeply inside her chest
like a small bird that trembles inside the nest
What is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply cannot work out
for when I kiss her my senses she grasps
and her body feels faint for the want of a gasp
like a butterfly wishing the summer would last
what is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply wont be without
for when I caress her she captures my mind
with a passion and fire of a volcanic kind
like a bee in a rapture of honey he finds
what is the love of a woman.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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What The Moon Does to You
at night the moon simply does
what is expected from it naturally
as you stand
it is showing you
your own
shadow
afraid that you may see the whole
truth
which in some details may be
gory
it simply casts you
in the general view
of a man from
a distance
a silhouette
with fingers less the nails
a face
without eyes
nerves
lifted from the darkness
of your skin
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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