Spontaneity
on a spontaneity
i begin to put words,
whatever comes, without much selection process
i put the word
without so much scrutiny as to what happens next
without weighing the possible consequences
i know the law of physics
much more the rules of a good composition
we were taught that in the university
but the the rules true to its standing
are meant to be broken
one gets a style of his own depending on the
kind of grief
the face of joy the state of compulsion
the phobia and the scruples that
crowd the head
the heart,
i sit on the chair facing the screen of the computer
and begin to put the line of words
one by one
like they are vines growing right from my mouth
coming out from my chest
and then
something shows
a face of words, the eyes of the certain mood,
someone moves in there
dancing and then stopping
on a pause
confrontational about what is this all about
and why.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How The Words Are Taking The Man
let me start with one word
another word takes in another
and they begin to talk to one another
i let the third word go
and they will ask another one
to equalize both sides
they will soon invite other words
until they will make a crowd
and the words get so many
now with mouths and no ears
like the drink the words take the man
and after so man y words have been uttered
you begin to regret every word that got in
so many and now you feel so empty.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Love Letter
She wonders how to begin her letter
She knows he will read each word
Greedily for any hint of love. She knows
He will sniff the paper for any scent of her
She leans an elbow on her writing desk
And clutches her pen tight. She has got
As far as, Dear John, but then the words
Stopped coming. Before she had sat down
To write, the words flowed through her
Mind like a rushing stream, now nothing
She sucks the end of the pen. Say what
You would if you were face to face, her
Mother always said. She tries to imagine
He is there before her and what she would
Say if he was, but still no words will come
He writes to her so fluently when he writes
He always seems to know what to write
And how to put it into words. She tries again
Puts the pen nib onto the paper, gripping
The pen tighter. She reads what she’s written
Dear John. The pen moves, the words begin
To flow, her hand moves across the page
The images come into her mind as she writes
The things that they said last time they met
The things they did, she blushes slightly
That almost being caught out by the maid
In a state of undress. She pauses the pen
And sits gazing at the painting on the wall.
She looks back at the paper and starts again
The words tripping over themselves to be put
Down in ink upon a page; the images open up
In her mind, the colours, the smells, the events
The pen now stops. The love letter is written
The writing done. She looks at the words
Then she seals it in an envelope and writes
His address. She pictures him reading it: in bed
In his room, sleepy, in a state of his usual undress
poem by Terry Collett
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Suffering Is Always Personal and Better Left Unshared and Unspoken
my words are waking me up
my hand is ready, the computer beeps
i like to write an email for you
how many times shall this happen?
this urge to let you know
this morning, i again blame myself
because i can't
i am thinking of the consequences
i know how painful is it to fall
how empty can the house become
how a night without a stars can make us cry
sometimes
how the sound of the river when you walk alone
gives you the sound of the cry of the pebbles
they break their silence
they scream
for truths still untold
to rules that cannot be broken
when you enter that empty room again
a ball of silence meets you
you sit beside it
it speaks to you
this is the first time that you have seen
its nature
it is dressed with lips
and when they begin to open to about to speak to you
you close your hands
turning them into fists
and you hit your chest
and the ball of silence moves away from you
it is respect for pain
when silence pretends again that it is just a ball
and that it can go away
for men suffer all alone
on unsaid proportion
with that ability to embrace no
description
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Human Mouth
The human mouth is great,
When sacred be the words,
That issue forth from heart,
To change a man’s sad fate!
But, none really know,
What uncouth words come out;
Unpredictable’s the mouth,
Of evil men/ women.
The scene determines words!
And words can do magic;
The face may lag behind,
The uttered words, sometimes.
Yet, words may do damage,
That ne’er can be undone;
Then, seal your lips and see,
Much harm can elude us!
poem by John Celes
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Broken Silence
My silence is now broken.
I can speak the words.
I can Just begin to speak the words.
But painfull it still is.
At least I can.
Now begin to speak.
I was silent for so long.
never could brake the barrier.
To allow me to speak.
Now my silence is broken.
I can speak about it very little.
But at least the
Door is open.
The journey
I can take.
But can I face it?
Soon I shall no.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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i teach my child by G. Abad
I.
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
They are hardest to learn.
Words like home,
Or friend, or to forgive.
These words are relations.
They are difficult to bear;
Their fruits are unseen.
Or words that promise
Or dream.
Words like honor, or certainty,
Or cheer.
Rarest of sound,
Their roots run deep;
These are words that aspire,
They cast no shade.
These are not words
To speak.
These are the words
Of which we consist,
Indefinite,
Without other ground.
II.
My child
Is without syllables
To utter him,
Captive yet to his origin
In silence.
By every word
To rule his space,
He is released;
He is shaped by his speech.
Every act, too,
Is first without words.
There's no rehearsal
To adjust your deed
From direction of its words.
The words are given,
But there's no script.
Their play is hidden,
We are their stage.
These are the words
That offer to our care
Both sky and earth,
These same words
That may elude our acts.
If we speak them
But cannot meet their sound,
They strand us still
In our void,
Blank like the child
With the uphill silence
Of his words' climb.
And so,
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What My Heart Wants To Say
you're amazing
so amazing
have I told you
enough
you're my angel
guardian angel
god knows I've been blessed with love
but if I been gone tomorrow
would you know how deep my loves goes
have I ever told you
you're the one
if the words don't come my way
hope its still love
hope it still shows
if the words don't come my way
hope you still know what my heart wants to say
words so tender
I surrender
to this feeling
so true
my affirmation
my inspiration
darling I have been blessed with you
if the words don't come my way
hope you still know
hope it still shows
if the words don't come my way
I hope you still know what my heart wants to say
but if I be gone tomorrow
would you know how deep my loves goes
if I was gone forever
would you know how much I care
you make me feel like flying
and failing all emotion
that everytime you look at me
you see it in my eyes
if the words don't come my way
I hope you still know
if the words don't come my way
I hope you still know
I hope it still shows
if the words don't come my way
I hope you still know
what my heart wants to say
if the words don't come my way
I hope you still know
hope it still shows
if the worst don't come my way
I hope you still know
I hope it still shows
I hope still you know
what my heart wants to say
song performed by by Gareth Gates from What My Heart Wants To Say
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i teach my child by G. Abad
I.
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
They are hardest to learn.
Words like home,
Or friend, or to forgive.
These words are relations.
They are difficult to bear;
Their fruits are unseen.
Or words that promise
Or dream.
Words like honor, or certainty,
Or cheer.
Rarest of sound,
Their roots run deep;
These are words that aspire,
They cast no shade.
These are not words
To speak.
These are the words
Of which we consist,
Indefinite,
Without other ground.
II.
My child
Is without syllables
To utter him,
Captive yet to his origin
In silence.
By every word
To rule his space,
He is released;
He is shaped by his speech.
Every act, too,
Is first without words.
There's no rehearsal
To adjust your deed
From direction of its words.
The words are given,
But there's no script.
Their play is hidden,
We are their stage.
These are the words
That offer to our care
Both sky and earth,
These same words
That may elude our acts.
If we speak them
But cannot meet their sound,
They strand us still
In our void,
Blank like the child
With the uphill silence
Of his words' climb.
And so,
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rosanna
Rosanna makes my day begin
With kisses for a king
And coffee on a silver tray
She sees the shape Im in
And if she should ever break away
Id follow close behind her
cause rosanna yes rosanna
Rules my heart
Rosanna knows the times I keep
A fire softly glows
And the shadows lick the walls
She knows when Im asleep
The dinners served at eight oclock on time
And all is well by nine
cause rosanna yes rosanna
Rules my heart
Rosanna moves across the floor
Her perfume fills the air
As she walks beside my easy chair
I touch her hand once more
And I may never sleep again
I like the bag she put me in
Rosanna knows the ways of a man
But not the way I feel
I dont really care what happens now
Its catch me if you can
For no matter what occasion should arise
She likes to sympathize
cause rosanna yes rosanna
Rosanna, rosanna
Rules my heart
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Internet Love
He's on the internet with such kind words
Thinking he's telling her, things she hasn't heard
The words he says, are so flattering to her
She's with the one she loves, this can't occur
She will never leave his side to come to you
Him and her have something special, to him she's true
She's sorry for your loneliness, and hope you find
A love for yourself, not the internet kind
On the computer, friends will come and go
Some will touch your heart and some your soul
Some gone in an instant, some hang around
Others want what you can't give, to a marriage bound
So this lesson we have learned for now
Be kind to everyone, this you can allow
Don't take serious, pretty words you may hear
These kind of words, we must stay clear!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Words.... (Poetry Itself)
words do not heal the broken hearted,
words do not end wars.
words do not change the face of indifference,
words do not impress god!
words do not feed the hungry,
nor set the captives free.
words do not give shelter to the homeless,
or hope to those ridden with despair.
words do not stop discrimination,
words do not bring justice.
words do not bring forgiveness,
nor do they bring understanding...
words do not fill the empty,
nor erase the scars of love...
words do not define dialogue!
it is only then,
the hands and feet of the human heart...
and poetry itself is nothing more,
than the action of involved compassion!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Violet roses
Violets are blue / Violets are blue
Roses are red / Roses are red
Love still lives / Love still lives
While romance is dead / While romance is dead
-
You walk down the hall / He walks down the hall
Slowing your pace / And I slow my pace
Just to get a glimpse / To sneak one glimpse
Of my remarkable face / Of his beautiful face
I turn my head towards you / He looks towards me
As you quickly glance away / And I quickly glance away
A bluch on your cheeks / A bluch on my cheeks
That'll last for the day / That'll last for the day
And once we're in class / And as we go into class
It's me you ignore / It's him I ignore
You pretend you don't care / I can't show I care
While begging for more / But I'm dying for more
You talk with your girls / I begin talking to friends
About me I assume / About him and my doom
What move is the right one / Wondering what move shall I make
To make in this room / In this tiny classroom
You get up from your chair / And when it's decided
And walk towards me / I get up from my chair
With some lame excuse / To deliver a line
That's not what it seems / And a quick silent prayer
'Can I use a pencil? ' / While I ask for a pencil
Is your favourite line / My typical line
Though in your head the question / My heart changes the words
Is 'Will you be mine? ' / Into 'Will you be mine? '
You've never asked directly / Though I haven't asked him out
If I'd go out with you / And my heart lies askew
Though all the rumours say yes / I know someday I will
It's probably not true / When all rumours are true
For everyone knows / For everyone knows
Your not a girl I'd date / I'm not girl he'd date
It's not your fault sweetie / I know it's not possible
You know it's just fate / But could it be fate?
But what's there to do / So tell me what's there to do
When you never seem to go / When these feelings won't go
It's maybe hard to accept / When my heart screams hang on
But even your being slow / And my love doesn't show
Your head isn't too thick / When my head is too thick
Too comprehend what I say / To hear what he'd say
But your mind becomes blank / In the back of my mind
And you stare into space / And somewhere in space
And I know that there's butterflies / With the wings of butterflies
Flying in your chest / Beating in my chest
And I really must apoligize / Somedays I feel the need
For laying these feelings to rest / To put all feelings to rest
But a broken heart is needed / But a broken heart isn't wanted
For the message to clear / While all dreams remain clear
Because though you may want me / And even though I'm not welcome
I can't have you here / I'll plant my feet and stay here
-
Roses are red / Roses are red
Violets are blue / Violets are blue
You've always loved me / You've never loved me
But I've never loved you / But I've always loved you
poem by Silence Dogood
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Please
do
not
submit
poems
that
include
words like
(f.ck,
a.shole,
p.nis,
v.gina,
b.stard,
s.ck,
s.n o. a b.tch) .
Please
do not use
such letters
as
u.......to complete the f.ck
s......for the a, shole
s
e
a
a
u
f
i
e tcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
Please read all of the formal rules written on this page.
The poems that do not meet these rules will be removed.
l.od and c.ear
c.py & p.aste
what if i write a poem
with some letters missing
wo.ld yu. l.ke t?
we; ; per.onally i like to u.e the wo.d f.ck too
and the v.gina
in some other artful ways
and the p.nes
in some medical means
just a matter of contexting...
poetry, you deals with how we feel
when v.gina meets the p.nis
in some wildlife parks
to create the sparks of life, one of those nice gifts the Great Lord
has given us
and for
f.ee.
well, rules are rules are rules for our peaceful co-existence
but honestly
i have not seen anybody die yet, or being killed by this certain disease
by simply uttering the
word
f.ck.ou
s.it
what i see is the feeling of relief in a democratic state
where one whose chest
or breast is filled with so much oppression and having not means
of satisfying himself
or retaliating from the walls of oppression
the ones inflicted by the
Board of Censors
against his purity of honest expression
when you have no other remedy except to say
F.CK
just to relieve yourself, and then you sit and drink your beer
and lift your feet high against the mighty sun
shielding your face your eyes from such a mighty stare
and
indeed F.ck is the only right word
and you get healed.
i copy. i bow. i am
diminished.
half-beast half-man
are we,
we cannot deny always the other
lurking just behind our backs
ready always for a kill.
half-man, half-best
half-angel, half-devil,
truly i am,
and if this angel has the right to say
praise God in the Highest
let the other one say also what is buried in his
real heart
the f.CK his only right to say
and be himself too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Get the Hint?
If you read my words,
You wouldn't have to ask
What it is I meant.
If, indeed, you say you understand...
What you confess to me makes little sense.
If one comprehends,
A flow that is out of the box.
Where does the conflict begin to start?
If you say you understand,
With your head and heart!
If you read my words,
You wouldn't have to ask
What it is I meant.
Unless you are seeking more from me?
Like if I brush my teeth,
With regular toothpaste...
Or if it is scented with mint!
Since nothing else you have said thus far,
Does not entice me to ask you...
To move in with me and share paying my rent.
It you are reading my words,
You should know by now...
Being alone to me is not lonely!
And my peace of mind has been heaven sent.
Get the hint?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words
Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
poem by Sara Fielder
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there is a mountain of words
an ocean of words
a continent of words
there is a rain of words
a flood of words
a river of words and true to their being words
they also disintegrate as syllables
on the other hand some form the clauses
conditions and terms
some make sentences and paragraphs
a world of words full of words
i am not a word and i am buried in a mountain of words
a sea of words i drown
a continent of words i am condemned to walk all the days of my life
too may words my ears do not listen anymore.
my eyes do not like to read anymore.
i like something not having to do with words.
what about a touch? what about a picture?
what about a kiss?
why don't people just make love without saying a word?
let us start touching the hearts of people
to avoid this war of words that lead us to our own perdition.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ah late Grandma Is Back
last night late grandma showed her face
on the screen of my mind
perhaps that's her way to say
she had received the merits sent her
from the supplications
at the Mahavira buddhist temple
the temple where new year candles flicker
in little red cuplets filled with oil
through the night on festive occasions
on grandma's face is a spirituality
i had never seen before
she looked a different person
after so many years, she has been to somewhere
and yes she has put on weight
like before not a word was spoken
but who needs words when one's face itself
can tell a story more profound than a thousand words
who needs those lengthy descriptions when a mere look
at a face is able to show us the spirituality of another realm,
and hers tells me the spirituality she has imbibed is thicker
than the one i am in
sure she has been to places all these nine years or so
you know through her ace there is a religion somewhere
governing us all, a spirituality that carries us through
each realm, each day
a God can be seen through the face of those
who have journeyed into eternity
if you have the blessings to have them back to you
for a split second or two, right on the screen of your mind
a spirit keen to share with us the graces they have imbibed
since the day they left, a holiness no words can tell
a face treasured for the all the stories it can tell
without the need of words
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Naughty Words!
Often words are but tiny turds of humor and of wit,
Flotsam in a poets mind…“Oh my, what junk, what shit! ”
Alas, it’s true at times words can form a perfect line,
“How wonderful, how clever” the words are so sublime
When all is said 'n done, its truth that’s clear 'n real,
By writing what we see 'n hear...especially what we feel
Write on poets!
There be no rules that we must heed or follow
Drink in the gifts of words sweet chums...
But don’t forget to swallow!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Boy Boy (I'm The Boy)
Words that pull the trigger
Fear the laughing sound
Haunts you
to consider
Love might turn you around
To face a blind emotion
Words like hey let's try
Words like thinking it over
They just don't apply
I'm the boy (you made me)
I'm the boy
I'm the boy
I'm the boy (you made me)
I'm the boy
I'm the boy
Love is...
What you make it
Love the overflow
Play if you can take it some...
They just don't know
If all the rules they're making
Break somebodys heart
Whats the use in taking
Babys fall apart
I'm the boy (you made me)
I'm the boy
I'm the boy
I'm the boy (you made me)
I'm the boy
I'm the boy
You made me realise
That love is just a word
That goes unheard in a situation
Where love is nothing
And you...
Are all I can see
this boys in love with you
You're everything
I can see
This boy's in love with you
You have taken it all
Away from me
song performed by by Culture Club
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Words Can
Words can hurt
Words can heal
A simple word can mend a broken heart
Just put them out like some people do
The damage that is done
You can never undo
So think of what you are trying to say
Because some words never fade away
They are held in the heart or stuck in the mind
Coming to the surface from time to time
To raise us up or bring us down
Sometimes the words that hurt the most
Are the words we don't say
The ones that use to flow freely from our lips
Telling someone how much we care
Just don't come anymore
poem by David Kush
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