The Asker...
i hear the sounds of engines
running the road, and then the children
holding hands lead by the mother
there are screeches of brakes
a busy street, a mob of people
an entrance to the mall filled with
so many people,
i see a taxi unloading passengers
i chance upon a falling rain
and two lovers running for shelter
blinking lights against a dark night
smoke from the lips of waiters
clicking high heels of women on
shiny tiles,
how can i just be another disinterested
onlooker? how can i seal my ears and
live a world where i am just the only
occupant?
how can i cease to be this one kind
of child asking so many questions?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Boozer's Blunder (2) (Drunk-Driving)
On a busy street,
during rush-hour peak,
the cars running at high speed.
the tyres of them screech,
the dark smoke they reek,
the road signs the drunk bus-driver never heeds,
the pedestrian's heart rapidly beat,
the passengers praying repeat after repeat,
the bus running into the front jeep,
making some people suffer wounds so deep,
and profusely bleed,
so severe that to death it leads,
causing a lot of grief,
wailing and weep,
spending many nights without sleep,
the victim family's mind is devoid of peace.
Running On Empty
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one
I dont know where Im running now, Im just running on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But Im running behind
Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I dont know when that road turned onto the road Im on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But Im running behind
Everyone I know, everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I dont know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, thatll be all right
If I can get you to smile before I leave
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I dont know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But Im running behind
Honey you really tempt me
You know the way you look so kind
Id love to stick around but Im running behind
You know I dont even know what Im hoping to find
Running into the sun but Im running behind
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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The Sun & The Rain
Its raining again,
Im hearing its pitter patter down.
Its wet in the street
Reflecting the lights and splashing feet,
Nowhere to go,
And nothing I have to do, have to do.
Its raining again,
I follow the christmas lights down town.
Im leaving the flow
Of people walking all around,
Round and round,
I hear the sound of rain falling in my ears
Washing away the weariness like tears.
I can feel my troubles running down,
Disappear into the silent sound.
Just walking along,
My clothes are soaked right through to the skin,
I havent a doubt, that this is what life is all about,
The sun and the rain.
Scraps of paper(? ? ? ) washing down the drain.
I feel the rain falling on my face
I can say there is no better place
Than standing up in the falling down
In so much rain I could almost drown.
Its raining again
A crack in the clouds reveals blue skies
Ive been feeling so low(low)
But now everything is on my side
The sun and the rain.
Walk with me fill my heart again
I hear the rain falling in my ears
Washing away the weariness like tears.
I can feel my troubles running down,
Disappear into the silent sound.
I feel the rain falling on my face
I can say there is no better place
Than standing up in the falling down
In so much rain I could almost drown.
Do de do do de do do do
Do de do de do de do do do
song performed by by Madness
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You Sit On The Car And Call Yourself, Stupid
you sit inside the car
as i drive on this busy road
in the city, on some dangerous
intersections, and you hold your hair
with your left hand
leaning on the mirror
seeing the flow of people
on the pedestrian lane
and you quip,
why do you love a stupid
woman like me?
i focus myself on the road
and it begins to rain
and people are running
everywhere seeking
for shelter
you ask,
do you really love me?
i am sorry
putting you on this mess.
i am really sorry,
tears begin to roll
from your eyes
the rain goes heavily on
the glass and i cannot clearly
see the road
it is dark and i turn on the
front lights and drive
the car slowly on the side
of the road. I stop
for a while,
it is hazy, i said.
and i just love to kiss you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Ponderous Moment At Pizza Hut, Cagayan De Oro City
i am sitting in one of those commercial benches
of Pizza Hut
the glass walls divide me from the rest of this world
the sidewalk is filled with people rushing in different directions
the main road of this dusty city is filled with cars and trucks and
buses
if only i can hear their rush of horns and screeches of their rubberized wheels
i should have know better how noisy will it be
across the road is another set of people walking, rushing, running
they are all busy, and the dusts on their shoes have become too visible
like clouds of brown and gray on the surface of the pavements
and roads
inside is this peace of comfortable living
i have a plate of hot vegetable pizza, ice cold red tea,
vanilla sundae
as it is too early for the mall to open
there is only myself and the waitress who has well kept hair
a red apron as uniform and a very smiling face as mandated by the
rules of the establishment
inside the kitchen the chef is busy with his recipe and dough
i am pondering, why should people be too busy to forget about
how is it to be at peace with themselves
like having to do nothing with roads and dusts and work
i am at peace with myself, arrogating upon myself the much needed
vacation
this is my time, when i am not a part of the busy world
attached to no one, with no vested interest, no itinerary
i do not know yet what to do do really with my own spare time
how to make it productive as the Establishment would want me to do
i am at peace, and this is what i want, and this is what i mean,
Others are none of my business,
as i am too, am none to them...
sometimes i ask, why should i be busy? why should i be a part of
all these useless crowds?
i have only one life to live, and it is not that long enough for some
long range projects,
i must learn to enjoy it, to the full and so tomorrow i shall be shutting
myself off from everyone,
i am set to go in a far away island, swim on its blue sea,
rest upon its sand, bathe on the rays of the gentle sun.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Death Comes To Any Age
There is one story that makes me shudder
And so with care I live each day
It is about a mother and a daughter
Who went to a mall for her birthday.
The mother promised the eight year old
For a cellphone as her requested gift,
Excited to call her Dad, she was told-
As they crossed a street, she ran so swift.
The daughter had crossed ahead and saw
That her mother was left at the other side
And so like a child she ran back although
The lights had changed for the street so wide.
The lights turned to green and it was a 'go'
As all vehicles started to go running
Cars and trucks speeding traffic flow
Not seeing the small child who was just then crossing.
The truck driver saw her but it was too late
The brakes did not have the time to hold
The little girl met her untimely fate
As the truck ran over that eight-year-old.
The hysterical mother went into shock
Seeing her child's brains on the pavement
In grief she almost had a heart attack
Screamed in tears all her anguished lament.
The lesson here that Death teaches us all
One may be eighty or be eight-year-old
But when He chooses to give us a call
With Him, there's no young and there's no old.
This is a true story that happened in our city in front of a big mall. All who witnessed the tragedy were affected by it.
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February 3,2010
Philippines
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Instinct
Pop
Standing on the borderline
Between joy and reason
Tending carefully my fire
Waiting for my season
I know who these people are
I know what they stand for
Corruptions built into this plan
Nothings under the other hand
Tricks and trials await the child
Instinct keeps me running
Running like a deer
Instinct keeps me running
Running through the grinning shadows
I have seen the sludgy beach
And the poisoned river
I have met the lordly rich
Theyre just getting stiffer
This whole place is like a maze
Or like some medusa
Let me out I cant accept
A certain read life story
Tricks and trials await the child
Instinct keeps me running
Running like a deer
Instinct keeps me running
Running where the sorrow bless me
Instinct keeps me running
Running like a moose
Instinct keeps me running
Running to keep one chance open
Marks on walls, the common outlet
Tell the truth and always will
Marks on wall destroy the thought
Of perfect sunny civilization
Tricks and trials await the child
Instinct keeps me running
Running like a deer
Instinct keeps me running
Running through the grinning shadows
Instinct keeps me running
Running like a bear
Instinct keeps me running
Running to keep one chance open
Instinct keeps me running
Running cause I dont believe it
Instinct keeps me running
Running through the bare emotion
Instinct keeps me running
Instinct keeps me running
Running
Im running, running, running, running
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Where Are We Running?
Where are we running?
Are we running away from the homeless people of the street?
Where are we running?
Are we running away from the rain
Where are we running?
Are we runnimg away from the cold wind?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Taxi! Taxi!
The hands on the clock seem to stick to the face
But the seconds are turning to minutes
And minutes to days
I try not to look at the grin on its face
But I know that it knows that I gotta get out
Of this place
Time to close the day
Time to lock the door
Time to greet the street
Im so happy Im walking on air
People staring but I dont care
Taxi, call a taxi, yellow taxi, taxi taxi
Dont take the subway dont go that way
'snot a safe way dont go that way
Gotta cross town dont want trouble
Got to get there on the double
Shell be waiting Ill be running
Shell be thinking Im not coming
I cant wait to talk to you
Tell you what Id like to do
Well find a little restaurant
A little vino for the ambiance
In the candlelight were holding hands
Time flies when you really
Dont want it to
The waiters are staring at me
But Ive only got eyes for you
Leave us alone we dont wanna go home
Put your chairs on the tables
We can let ourselves out when youve gone
Time to take your home
Time to say goodnight
We dont wanna part
Lets be together tonight
Lets be together tonight
Taxi, call a taxi, yellow taxi, taxi taxi
Dont take the subway dont go that way
'snot a safe way well go our way
Gotta cross town back to my place
Pull the shades down screw the rat race
Were alone now undercover
Hang the sign out dont disturb
Now Im really close to you
Tell you what I want to do
I wanna take you to a tropical place
Beneath the stars Ill see the love in your face
In the pale moonlight
Were holding hands
Following the footprints in the sand
Its been a hell of a day in the city
Now its time to get away
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Running For Cover
Spent the best of my life running scared
In the city
Left my shoes and my clothes and
My lovers behind, yeah
Oh but I felt incomplete
Living out there in the street
I was always alone and afraid
Such a pity
Little girls just dont know what comes
Out after dark
But the devil wasnt in here
Down on that dead end street
And I say
Running for cover
Running for cover
Running for cover
Its take keeping me running
Im just scared that hes out tonight
Its keeping me running
I dont know why, but its getting dark
Say the devils in the park
And its already after dark
Running for cover
Running for cover
Running for cover, now
Life is really so hard when you live in the city
No one know what a young girl
Has on her mind, yeah
But youre headed for defect
Down on that dead end street
Never learned of the lesson
You should, such a pity
Still and all youll stay away
The others behind
And the promise in the dark
Is that the devils in the park
And I say
Running for cover
Running for cover
Running for cover
Its take keeping me running
Im just scared that hes out tonight
Its keeping me running
I dont know why, but its getting dark
Say the devils in the park
And its already after dark
Running for cover
Running for cover
Running for cover
Spent the best of my life running scared
In the city
Left my shoes and my clothes and
My lovers behind, yeah
Oh but I felt incomplete
Living out there in the street
Running for cover
Running for cover
Running for cover
Its take keeping me running
Im just scared that hes out tonight
Its keeping me running
I dont know why, but its getting dark
Say the devils in the park
And its already after dark
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Empty Streets
The town is quiet, empty
Street lights cast shadows
In doorways and windows
Curtains drawn, people sleeping
A night rain is falling fast
Through the amber halos of street lights
Lighting the roads and pathways
There is not a soul to be seen or heard
The parked cars line up colourless
The dull reflection of a shop window
Offers little comfort in passing
A stray cat sits ahead in some shade
Staring intent before running away
Into the empty night gone
What little wind there is, cold
A car passes, unknown passengers
The temporary warming light
Soon gone disappeared
Hand fishing for keys in pockets
Through a door into shade
The empty streets replaced
poem by Matthew Holloway
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An Accident
Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure of a woman
hazy in the rain
against the furious lights of the car
in the middle of the city
it is tense
i mean the feeling when you are
in the middle of the street and it is raining
and there are furious lights of the car
on a busy street
and what you see
is the figure of a woman
against the howls
of the sirens of the ambulance
and people running
wanting to see
what happens finally
inside that
yellow line
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sounds of Christmas
The sounds of Christmas surround us all
From the streets, to our local mall
People all busy making a fuss
Lights decorate everything from trees, to a bus
Choral voices sing on high
The birds even listen to their lullaby
Snowflakes everywhere be them real or fake
Decorating the world, for Christmas sake
Church bells ring in their steeple
A choral of bells, rung by people
All the sounds of Christmas time
Fill my world and make my rhyme
12/8/08
poem by Rhonda Baker
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Running...
Running4Christ.
Running to race.
Running to live.
Running to stay fit.
Running to find myself.
Running to save lives.
Running to heaven.
Running for Christ.
Running for faith.
Running for Love.
Running for God.
Running for Life.
Running for Records
Running for Russia.
Running Till The End..
poem by Joseph Fuller
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Bad Boys
(coverdale/sykes)
I know you, you know me
Im the black sheep of the family,
Im in an out of trouble
Im the talk of the town
I get wild in the street
When the sun goes down
I steal around, like a thief in the night
Dancing til the break of day
Bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city
I see you, you see me
Just a black street boy in society
With high-heeled women full of champagne an lies,
Getting wild in the street
til the hot sunrise
Stealing round like a thief in the night
Dancing til the break of day
Bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city,
Wild in the city,
Wild in the city
Bad, bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city
I know you, you know me
Im the black sheep of the family,
Im in an out of trouble
Im the talk of the town
I get wild in the street
When the sun goes down
I dont care what the people think,
I cant hear what the people say,
I steal around like a thief in the night
Dancing til the break of day
Bad, bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Bad, bad, bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city
Undercover of moonlight...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Going Back Home After Days Of Desolation
you hear the noise
of the day
drums beat so hard
on the city
streets
on a mardi gras
people march with the sound
of victory
upon a mass demonstration
of their
mobbing slogans
masks of faces
that you have not fully
figured
crowd the mall
outside
you hear the loud
screams of the heavy rain
the blowing horns of
the cars and
the jeepneys
on those rush hours
people are running
women are holding on
to their kids
from school
lights are turned on
blinding
your view
this is the horror of
the
daily bustle
the noise of
every day's struggles
the existential
angst
that no philosophy
can hide
time knows no one
and the hours
treats no one with
specialty
x x x
you rest your head
upon a green velvet sofa
and you remember
hearing once again the variant
bustles of the hour
at the center of
this huge mall
the sounds have turned into pins
and thorns
in your brain
there is no rose
nothing red nothing blue as a
cloud
x x x
when you finally go home
to the house that you leave
days ago
which you think
created the worst loneliness
dragging your life
like a steel ball
to your chained
legs and arms
x x x
you close the door
and then you know how beautiful
is silence
for now
how satisfying like water to your thirsty mouth
how comforting like the softest pillow to your head....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Big Getaway
I keep running, running
trying to get away
my feet are moving, my heart is pounding
I keep looking back, trying to see if you are behind me
time is an issue here
I'm falling
I'm hurt
but i got to keep on running.
your'e always there,
running behind me
My pace has slowed up
these feet are not sure, if they can make it anymore
running out of reasons to leave
you even memorized them
challenged me, when i named them
sounds kind of cruel now
my energy level has been destroyed
stripped from me
i am not on a high anymore
i'm begining to wonder
if it is me, that is unhappy
Are things all that bad?
bad could be worseconfusion sets in
am i losing my mind?
gotta get out of here
gotta keep up with the pace
pack my things
i must go
loving you shouldn't be painful
I should be running to you, not away from you
don't follow me please
no, not this time
don't ask me any questions
no not this time
i gotta run, keep going
i don't wanna hear the complaints no more
the demands
stay focused!
keep running till i'm safe
strong enough to getaway and stay away
strong enough to free my mind
for 'The Big Getaway'
Adrienne C. Strachn
Dedicated to woman who
wanted to get away but couldn't
4/05
poem by Adrienne Clark Strachn
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An Altercation
when i step there
for the first time i know
the difference between
silence and
shutting up, that soundless scream
that only your ears
can hear and people wonder
what is happening inside
your tiny world
where you always live and
there is no
specific address
as the streets wind up to nowhere
the world is full of noise
and as you see you imagine people
as like you
all in the flurry of the winds
of disgust
and then i ask you to see the
light at the post
it is 6: 30 in the evening
and lights begin
to make a claim of their
own islands
amidst the crowd of
passers-by
i ask you once again
to listen to the clicking of the
watch inside your
heart
and try to erase the
imagined scream
i agree it is an evening
loveless in itself
there is only you
and no one else
for i am but a stone to you
in your garden
of sands
i urge you to listen
carefully and close your eyes
and open them
once again
searching for the red
color of the
longing
it is deep into the night
when trees are but
shadows
and the winds create
a stir of
falling leaves
those that last only
for the night
and i assure you
there is nothing
here but leaves
yes, leaves and
leaves
softly falling to the grass
carried by the
sounds of the flurry
of invisible wings
and i am telling you
it could be
hope dressed
like maple.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The ritual of morning
I went out early this morning to take a walk and see the world
At its unfolding, Skies grey and moving slowly away from light,
The dim lights, Pushing away dark clouds vice versa tugging each other Perhaps not wanting to part (Whatever happened last night? Nobody wants to recall)
Towards an edge on the right corner of the gym, Everything is shadowy (Like a dawn tryst In a tight room so foul
Filled with cheap perfume Beating warmth like Pink baby rats)
A black outline of coconut trees, Some houses appearing as smoke
Rising to the skies Like men smoking, Letting go off The sighs inside
their hearts
They are huge and keeps a chest full of Frogs wanting to jump
Into the pond, their dreams croak and croak
Throughout this hot summer Pleading to the white heronFor rain and more rain Lest they die
What arrived instead is the plow, Their territories cut into small pieces
And some will have no place to live, I am referring to the frogs
like men And the children Of the little space This pond drying itself
To death. The air is thin and sharp to the feel Of guts
Gathering the early dusts of the south bound road, And few raindrops
Fell on the chalky pathways some two or Three farm children running for cover,
I walk fast, trying to outrun The children, the frogs, the men,
And the shadowy coconut trees, Fast and faster still Like my thoughts running and running In circles Oval to this gym
The first ray is coming out From the edge of a grey cloud Pushed towards a darker side To my eyes Lights stab and light
With more light Gushing forth from the stomach
Of dawn.
Someone just performed The ritual of morning The birth Of another day, I walk past time And must go home on time
I have my lover for breakfast Waiting And some thoughts
Running and running thoughts wanting To stop.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I went out early this morning to take a walk and see the world
At its unfolding, Skies grey and moving slowly away from light,
The dim lights, Pushing away dark clouds vice versa tugging each other Perhaps not wanting to part (Whatever happened last night? Nobody wants to recall)
Towards an edge on the right corner of the gym, Everything is shadowy (Like a dawn tryst In a tight room so foul
Filled with cheap perfume Beating warmth like Pink baby rats)
A black outline of coconut trees, Some houses appearing as smoke
Rising to the skies Like men smoking, Letting go off The sighs inside
their hearts
They are huge and keeps a chest full of Frogs wanting to jump
Into the pond, their dreams croak and croak
Throughout this hot summer Pleading to the white heronFor rain and more rain Lest they die
What arrived instead is the plow, Their territories cut into small pieces
And some will have no place to live, I am referring to the frogs
like men And the children Of the little space This pond drying itself
To death. The air is thin and sharp to the feel Of guts
Gathering the early dusts of the south bound road, And few raindrops
Fell on the chalky pathways some two or Three farm children running for cover,
I walk fast, trying to outrun The children, the frogs, the men,
And the shadowy coconut trees, Fast and faster still Like my thoughts running and running In circles Oval to this gym
The first ray is coming out From the edge of a grey cloud Pushed towards a darker side To my eyes Lights stab and light
With more light Gushing forth from the stomach
Of dawn.
Someone just performed The ritual of morning The birth Of another day, I walk past time And must go home on time
I have my lover for breakfast Waiting And some thoughts
Running and running thoughts wanting To stop.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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