That Something Which Went Wrong
there is a ripe papaya
too ripe for my hold and i climb it
too weak for my body
the tree swings to the other side
and then the papaya fruit falls to the
ground
crushed
something goes wrong somewhere
something that you are about to hold
and yet crushes to the ground
looks like a vomit &
you don't want to eat it
back
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Early Morning
the rain just stops showering.
the leaves are wet and some dews are staying.
the sun peeps.the petals of the flowers open up.
some buds follow. some fruits hang heavily on the mango tree.
a pig is tied under and starts burrowing the muddy ground.
some leaves fall. orange in color.
soft winds from the sea come.
the twigs sway. a ripe papaya falls.
a stone receives it.
a cat comes to check if there is any fish.
a dog barks.a bystander runs to the other side of the road.
the canal is full of rainwater. some leaves clog.
moss thickens on the side of the cemented drainage.
a cockcroach runs away and hides on a crevice.
a rat looks over a railing on the roof of the camarin.
an ylang-ylang flower gets caught on the tin roof.
the white sampaguita opens up finally to the
sunny sky. a butterfly hovers. a bee buzzes near my forehead.
my hand makes a snap. it escapes away.
some fruitflies find a new territory on the rotten apple
which i threw last night in the garbage can.
i start the engine of my car. and then to the office i am gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tree And The Branch
the tree looks
upon a branch
where a ripe
fruit is hanging
the tree says
it is mine
the branch say
i am holding it
the tree says
the branch too
belongs to it
angry about the
tree's greed
the branch lets go off
the ripe fruit
a hungry child
picks it up
and goes home
with a happy heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Queenie Wahines Papaya
(words & music by bill grant - bernie baum - florence kaye)
She sells sea shells by the seashore
But I know a girl who sells so much more
Queenie wahines papaya rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya put queenie wahine in perfect perpetual joy
though some peoples palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh queenies papaya youll truly desire
When that queenie wahine passes by
Queenie wahines papaya rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya put queenie wahine in perfect perpetual joy
though some peoples palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh queenies papaya youll truly desire
When that queenie wahine passes by
Queenie wahines papaya rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya put queenie wahine in perfect perpetual joy
though some peoples palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh queenies papaya youll truly desire
When that queenie wahine passes by
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A Loving Mother
I love you my mum
rest there for rest
your body I giving for earth to keep
rivers and green,
ground around you love it to snug rest
Mum your body which i give to them
to nourish the green give them fruits
you climb the sandy rock around you
of the beauty they hold.
the rivers and the green hold thy blood
the ground is my body which i give to them
I love you mum
you made me teach to love them the green trees around
and I wish to kiss every crevice and crack of this beauty land
I wish to touch the land the body of you
I am in love
as the ground where you take rest to mother earth
and gives fruit and life to this silly man
so will my love, and days to walk alone
rest in peace Mum
poem by Thampi KEE
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The Sound Of Children
it is their sound that makes
this world lovable still
under the mango tree
when the wind starts to blow
when the ripe mangoes fall
to the ground and the children
starts to scramble for their
share of the ripe ones.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Doug's Peach
The Theory of Non-Exclusivity states that:
Always right exists in left
And likewise left in right.
I went outside and picked a peach,
the episcopalian of the four.
Parts were ripe and parts were wrong-
if 'wrong' is 'not as ripe'.
And if 'wrong' is 'not as ripe',
then 'ripe' is 'right' for sure.
I ate some right, then ate the wrong,
then ate what right was left:
thus proving, sure as Al's my brother,
that neither right nor left is
exclusive of the other.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Ripe Fruit
Through eyelet holes I watched the crowd
Rain of confetti fling;
Their joy is lush, their laughter loud,
For Carnival is King.
Behind his chariot I pace
To ean my petty pay;
They laugh to see my monster face:
"Ripe Fruit," I hear them say.
I do not laugh: my shoulders sag;
No heart have I for glee,
Because I hold aloft a hag
Who grins enough for me;
A hideous harridan who bears
In crapulous display,
Like two grub-eaten mouldy pears
Her bubbies on a tray.
Ripe Fruit! Oh, God! It's hell to think
How I have drifted down
Through vice and dice and dope and drink
To play the sordid clown;
That I who held the golden key
To operatic fame,
Should gnaw the crust of misery
And drain the dregs of shame.
What matter! I'll get soused to-night,
And happy I will be,
To sit within a tavern bright,
A trollop on my knee. . . .
So let the crazy pipers pipe,
And let the rapture ring:
Ripe fruit am I - yea, rotten ripe,
And Carnival is King.
poem by Robert William Service
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The Judgement
By dickey betts
Copyright 1981 pangola publishing co.
Transcribed by paul gongola.
The words are the thunder
The thought is the lightning
The telling of the tale is the storm
The defendant must be guilty
As he waits impatiently
As the wooden stake is driven
And the angel sounds the horn
The cornered lion is not within the realm of reason
Fear is like the cracking of the lash
You want to run, you want to fight
Lightning flashes in the night
You finally turn away to hide your face
As the judges file in to take their places
You got to hold your ground
Hold your ground like a man
Sometimes youve just got to hold your ground
When the truth has finally been tasted
You can tell them all their time has not been wasted
You got to hold your ground
Hold your ground like a man
Sometimes youve just got to hold your ground
When the truth has finally been tasted
You can tell them all their time has not been wasted
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Kiwi
Fruit without a stone, its shiny
pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny
black microdot seeds. Skin
the color of khakiImagine
a shaggy brown-green pelt
that feels like felt.
It's oval, full-rounded, kind
of egg-shaped. The rind
comes off in strips
when peeled with the lips.
If ripe, full of juice,
melon-sweet, yet tart as goose-
berry almost. A translucent ring
of seed dots looks something
like a coin-slice of banana. Grown
in the tropics, some stone
fruits, overlarge, are queerly
formed. A slablike pit nearly
fills the mango. I
scrape the fibrous pulp off with my
teeth. That slick round ball
in avocado (fruit without juice) we call
alligator pear:
Plant this seedpit with care
on three toothpicks over a glass
of water. It can come to pass
in time, that you'll see
an entire avocado tree.
Some fruits have stones, some seeds.
Papaya's loaded with slimy black beads.
Some seem seedlesslike quince
(that makes your tastebuds wince.)
Persimmon will
be sour, astringent 'until
dead ripe,' they say. Behind
pomegranate's leathery rind,
is a sackful of moist rubies. Pear,
cantaloupe, grapefruit, guava keep their
seeds hidden, as do raspberry, strawberry,
pineapple. Plum, peach and cherry
we know as fruits with big
seedstones. And fig?
Its graininess is seed. Hard to believe
is prickly durian. It's custard
sweetand smells nasty.
But there's no fruit as tasty,
as odd, or as funny
none
as fresh-off-the-vine New Zea-
land kiwi.
poem by May Swenson
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High
So hello, how is it been?
Twentyfive years is still the same
Is its me the night to take me here
Run for, holding the door
Apparently I missed
And risk to fall
Nightmares turned me back
Into a little girl
Blind me, I fly over some place
In those days we used to run in hard
Surely sooner clock wakes me up
Your nightmares seen
And become the part of this existance
It is not too high
I can make it
Some things better lead our way
It is not too high
I can make it
Wake me
The wind falls, into a wave
Shadows calling Im the ache
Nightmares turned me back
Into a little girl
Stop in the mud
Try was so clear
When suddenly
And the body starts
To shiver hold me
It is not too high
I can make it
Some things better lead our way
It is not too high
So if you
So if you
Hold me
It is not too
Hold me
Hold me down to ground
And my body starts
To shiver hold me
If you lie
If you fly
If you lie
So if you
If you
song performed by by Guano Apes
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When a durian tree is already ripe and sweet, many of the durians will fall to the ground.
Honey and lemon
Honey and lemon, I know how
The taste blends, and honey and
Pancakes, I know the taste
And lemon in ripe papaya
so sour so sweet
And Honey, how about you and me,
Do I blend like lemon to your honey?
or do i blend more as a yellow slice of
lemon
to your margarita?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tree (a Repost)
the tree
when the big tree falls
hit by lightning
roared by thunder
when the big tree finally falls
and i am there
the big sound
of a giant old tree
falling finally to the ground
the arrogance
that used to be
of that big old tree
we all look up
it is so high
and we do not
climb it anyhow
we fear
and
perhaps we too pay respect
for its grandeur
and today this big tree falls
hit by lightning and roared by thunder
the universe claps upon the
fall of arrogance and pride
and a tree's belief about
its hugeness and
strength
now this tree falls
and i am here watching it
you are not here
you are in some foreign country
how can i tell you
that this tree has fallen
and there is nothing to fear anymore?
when a tree falls and you are not there
your logic tells
there is no tree
there is no tree of such strength and posture
there is no tree like that
that can ever fall
all because a lightning hit it
and all because the thunder roared
without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hold On Hold Out
Hold on hold out, keep a hold on strong
The moneys in and the bets are down
You wont hold out long
They say youll fall in no time at all
But you know theyre wrong
Known it all along
Hold on hold out, keep a hold on still
If you dont see what your love is worth
No one ever will
Youve done your time on the bottom line
And it aint no thrill
Theres got to be something more
Keep a hold on still
You know what it is youre waiting for
Now you just hold on
Hold on hold out, hold on
Give up your heart and you lose your way
Trusting another to feel that way
Give up your heart and you find yourself
Living for something in somebody else
Sometimes you wonder what happens to love
Sometimes the touch of a friend is enough
Hold a place for the human race
Keep it open wide
Give it time to fall or climb
But let the time decide
Sometimes you wonder whats in this for you
But you wait, and you see
cause its all you can do
Just to hold on
Hold on hold out, hold on
For the countless souls beaten by their goals
Keep a hold on now
And the ones betrayed by the deals they made
Keep a hold on
If you hold your ground itll turn around
Keep a hold somehow
Hold on hold out, keep a hold on tight
Tonights the night
Wake up and turn on the light
You fight, and youre right--
Its gonna take all your might...
Youre a hold out
Well Im a hold out too
But it took me all this time to figure out
Something you already knew
Will love be true? can it pull you through?
How long? how strong?
Somethings depend on you
See-- I always figured I was going to meet somebody here
And I dont know why
Why should love come down and suddenly just sweep me away
I want to fly
But there are so many things in my way
Anyway...
I guess you wouldnt know unless I told you
But...
I love you
Well just look at yourself--
What else would I do?
Hold on--
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Love Is Giving
love is giving
and it gives all
love surrenders
and it surrenders all
that love has,
love bares its body
and love for love
takes the body
opulence and abundance
cascading hair on the shoulder
the test is when everything is given
and nothing is left
and if the other remains
having taken all
that i think is what love is all about
when you give it all
without regret
like a tree giving away all its ripe fruits
to the indifference of
the grass and the ground
a seed soon sprouts anyway
to regain back what was lost
without forgiving.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Is Giving And It Gives Everything Away
love is giving
and it gives all
love surrenders
and it surrenders all
that love has,
love bares its body
and love for love
takes the body
opulence and abundance
cascading hair on the shoulder
the test is when everything is given
and nothing is left
and if the other remains
having taken all
that i think is what love is all about
when you give it all
without regret
like a tree giving away all its ripe fruits
to the indifference of
the grass and the ground
a seed soon sprouts anyway
to regain back what was lost
without forgiving.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dont Stop To Watch The Wheels
Patrick simmons/jeffrey baxter/michael ebert
I was trashed, ridin on my 74
Goin out to even the score
She pulled the top down on her convertible
Ive got a lot of miles to cover
But if you think you need a lover
All right
Climb on, hold tight, I got a long ride tonight
Look out, hold on
Dont stop to watch the wheels go round
Look out, hold on
I got to cover ground
Well, I flashed the colors that I wore
I got to have a little more
Of this sweet, sweet thing
Ive got a lot of miles to cover
But if you think you need a lover
All right
Climb on, hold tight, I got a long ride tonight
Look out, hold on
Dont stop to watch the wheels go round
Look out, hold on
I got to cover ground...
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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The Tree
when the big tree falls
hit by lightning
roared by thunder
when the big tree finally falls
and i was there
a big sound
of a giant old tree
falling finally to the ground
the arrogance
that used to be
by that big old tree
we all looked upon
it was so high
and we did not
climb it anyhow
for fear
and
perhaps respect for its grandeur
and today this big tree falls
hit by lightning and roared by thunder
the universe claps upon the
fall of arrogance and pride
and a tree's belief about
its hugeness and
strength
now this tree falls
and i am here watching it
you are not here
you are in some foreign country
how can i tell you
that this tree has fallen
and there is nothing to fear anymore?
when a tree falls and you are not there
your logic tells
there is no tree
there is no tree of such strength and posture
there is no tree like that
that can ever fall
all because a lightning hits it
and all because the thunder roared
without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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when the big tree falls
hit by lightning
roared by thunder
when the big tree finally falls
and i was there
a big sound
of a giant old tree
falling finally to the ground
the arrogance
that used to be
by that big old tree
we all looked upon
it was so high
and we did not
climb it anyhow
for fear
and
perhaps respect for its grandeur
and today this big tree falls
hit by lightning and roared by thunder
the universe claps upon the
fall of arrogance and pride
and a tree's belief about
its hugeness and
strength
now this tree falls
and i am here watching it
you are not here
you are in some foreign country
how can i tell you
that this tree has fallen
and there is nothing to fear anymore?
when a tree falls and you are not there
your logic tells
there is no tree
there is no tree of such strength and posture
there is no tree like that
that can ever fall
all because a lightning hits it
and all because the thunder roared
without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The tree
When the big tree falls
Hit by lightning
Roared by thunder
When the big tree finally falls
And I was there
A big sound
Of a giant old tree
Falling finally to the ground
The arrogance
That used to be
By that big old tree
We all looked upon
It was so high
And we did not
Climb it anyhow
For fear
And
Perhaps respect for its grandeur
And today this big tree falls
Hit by lightning and roared by thunder
The universe claps upon the
Fall of arrogance and pride
And a tree's belief about
Its hugeness and
Strength
Now this tree falls
And I am here watching it
You are not here
You are in some foreign country
How can I tell you
That this tree has fallen
And there is nothing to fear anymore?
When a tree falls and you are not there
Your logic tells
There is no tree
There is no tree of such strength and posture
There is no tree like that
That can ever fall
All because a lightning hits it
And all because the thunder roared
Without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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