The Clown
the blackeye of society
underneath the heavy paints
of faces
the teary eye
and the bruises
the gritting teeth
inside a cup
of ice cream
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the clown
the black eye of society
underneath the heavy paints
of faces
the teary eye
and the bruises
the gritting teeth
inside a cup
of ice cream
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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He Is The Clown
he is the clown
the blackeye of society
underneath the heavy paints of a face
the teary eye and the bruise
the gritting tooth
inside a cup of ice cream
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Underneath The Cream
Wait a minute...
Turn the, turn the phones up
Yeah...cool
Lookin' out the window of a big black limousine
Thinkin' bout your thighs
Wishin' I was somewhere in between
In one single motion
Deep inside your ocean
I just wanna be
Underneath the cream
Can't stop thinkin' about ya'...thighs
Somewhere in between
That's where I wanna be, that's where I wanna be
Underneath the cream
You and I
Somewhere in between
Your thighs
Cell phone, passport
All your inhibitions
Spread out on the floor
(Deep inside)
Deep inside your life-givin' ocean, sugarpop
Rests my consciousness just a little more
Is what I wanna do, babe
So talk to me
Don't get me started
Come into this wet dream-eternal
Pretend I am you and teach me without shame
Take my hand, put it in the place
That turned you out the most last time you came
Useless deliberation, the beast of frustration
Trust me, I know
Somewhere in between seven days and nights
That's how far, baby
You wanna go?
Underneath the cream
Can't stop thinkin about ya'...thighs
Somewhere in between
That's where I wanna be, that's where I wanna be
Underneath the cream
You and I
Somewhere in between
Your thighs, your thighs
Somewhere in between this wet dream, it seems
I never shoulda let you go
Now that you've returned I yearn to learn
All the feelings you never dared to show
Come into this wet dream eternal
Pretend I am you and let's, Oh
Somewhere in between, I dream/Underneath the cream
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Whatcha waitin' on baby, tell me
We can do this thing, yeah
Underneath the cream
We need to get right down
Cuz I got something
Groovy groovy groovy...
(Groovy underneath the cream)
It's groovy underneath the cream
Underneath the cream
song performed by by Prince
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Blackeye
Hey come old Blackeye
He's looking for me again
He's got a hard head
He's always stinkin' of gin
If he thinks he owns me
He better think again
He likes to hurt me
He don't love me at all
He never phones me
He's never there when I call
He's a low down dirty dog
It's time I leave him that's all
Bye bye Blackeye
He's a low down dirty dog
I don't need him at all
(Hey watch what I'm saying man!?)
Hey where you goin' Blackeye ?
When will you win?
You still got your shoulder holster
You still packin' yo' little friend
Well one thing's for certain
You're never gonna wipe that smile off my face again
Oh yeah
song performed by by Toto
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What Worms?
the strings of the violin are tightened, i guess in your mind
a hole deepens on a distortion, it seeps right through your teeth
gritting the devil's wisdom, and never stops vibrating inside your brain
and from your chair
all the faces of the trees seemed so thirsty
with an unbearable misconception
from where they stand, you seemed so far away
silent, and introverted and praying
in truth you were a frog inside croaking
praying for the rain
and you plunge deeper inside your heart
until you tasted pungent blood
and talked with the ruling worms that loneliness breeds
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Suppressed Anger
it is as if the belly of a woman
is pregnant with a very long snake
and slowly it exits its way
through the esophagus
but you cannot see it first
because the teeth is still gritting
and the mouth is still closed
but on the spur of the moment
when restraint gives way
the mouth suddenly opens
the teeth stops gritting
and the head of that very long snake
comes out
showing its sharp fang
and suddenly
without any talk
bites the object of its
affection.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If We Just Ask
Structured to withstand the blows of heartache.
Although we tremble within with emotion...
There is a healing taking place.
It may not show on our faces!
Or flow from shut tight lips,
Concealing teeth gritting.
We moan.
It is felt.
Sometimes unshown.
And unknown to those who know us.
The pain alone we bear!
Unable to share a bit of it.
But God knows what it is that we go through.
And it is God that knows what we must do!
And that comes to pass...
If we just ask.
If we just ask...
That which seems to leave us to grieve,
To go.
Will!
If we just ask God to make it so!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Teeth
But she will not let you go
But this time Im not coming back
She will not let you go
But this time Im not coming back
Keeps holding on
She will not let you go
Keeps holding on and on
She will not let you go
No, no, no, no, no!
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
I cannot go through this again /x8
No, no, no, no, no!
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
Youve finally found the place where you belong
It comes on strong
She makes you hard
The rules have changed, the line begins to blur
To what you were
Wave goodbye
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
And it runs deeper than you dare to dream it could be
The black seal
She makes you better than anything youve tried
Its in her kiss
She comes along
She gets inside
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Jackass
You wish me to be specific?
Like an island in the Pacific?
You wish me to lay it on the line?
To ease and bring a comfort,
To your confused mind?
Okay...
I will!
Your ignorance is not unique.
Your inability to comprehend...
Is commonly found upon these streets.
And your clinched fists,
With the gritting of bared teeth...
Is overdone.
Protecting what has long been observed,
You should do your best to overcome.
But like the others with wishes to protect themselves...
You're boring with excuses,
You use to self induce.
I see it for what it is.
Consider my comments as positive!
I am not the one from you or it to run.
You asked,
Jackass!
Why do you look at me as if you are stunned?
What did you think I would offer you?
A cup of coffee with cream and sugar?
Perhaps gossip over tea...
As we eat cinnamon buns?
I don't take time for that!
Or numb my head by smoking 'joints'.
But...
If you've got one...
I'll share it with you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Go Slow
Why you get your Gucci's in a bunch,
Because some folks...
Are out to lunch.
And they want to crunch and munch,
On little biddy pieces of your weakness.
Why let them squeeze you into a heat,
Untill you're gritting all of your teeth.
You would allow each one to be pulled,
Without amnesia just to please.
Then a dripping of foam is released...
As a deep growl is heard.
Begin to sing songs you know they know,
And can hum along.
Carry chocolate kisses.
And with this you can't go wrong.
Or...
Do the electric slide,
With steps you know are easy.
And don't try to rush through them...
Go slow.
Why you get your Gucci's in a bunch,
Because some folks...
Are out to lunch.
Why let them squeeze you into a heat,
Untill you're gritting all of your teeth.
Carry chocolate kisses.
And with this you can't go wrong.
Or...
Do the electric slide,
With steps you know are easy.
And don't try to rush through them...
Go slow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lament
Today there was a tragedy
Underneath the bridge
A man lamented
Cold and blue
Into la ment
The sky coloured perfect
As the man slipped away
Waving with a last vanilla smile
Somewhere at a table
Two drowned fools
Smoking
Drinking water as they talked
Of how they loved our lady
And oh the smell as candles die
One more ice cream river body
Flowed underneath the bridge
Underneath the bridge
song performed by by Cure
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At the Grave
all souls day
at the cemetery
eyes are asterisks
to love stories
teary eyes
are those who
have just lost a love one
mica eyes are
those who have learned to
submit to divine law
wishing prayers would
mend ways
time heals
the next time around
the teary eyed would be back
with mica eyes sniffing pain behind
new teary eyes
those at the fresh boundary
between this world and next
a boundary they could only
but mark with teary eyes
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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An Artist
An artist paints with brush so old
Makes his painting worth gold
He paints the nature's gifted gifts
The flowing rivers in the midst
Of all he paints is a pretty face
A girl dressed all in lace
Portraying her beauty he is lost in time
The beauty she possessed is hard to find
Was it her beauty he tried to captivate?
But what a pity time doesn't wait
For she has gone so far away
Leaving her image with the artist to stay
Who paints her all through day and night?
Seeking pleasure deep inside
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Man Of 1,000 Faces
I walk the streets by day, I never know quite what to say
It doesnt matter anyway
Man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, whos the man
For years Ive lived inside my dreams
Somehow Ive made them real, it seems
I made my own rules, because I am a
Man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, whos the man
I can put on any face, you all know me, but its no disgrace
The king of night, he understands
Man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, man of a 1000 faces, whos the man
Whos the man of a 1000 faces, whos the man of a 1000 faces
Whos the man of a 1000 faces, whos the man
Im the man, Im the man, Im the man, Im the man
Im the man of a 1000 faces, Im the man of a 1000 faces
Im the man of a 1000 faces, Im the man
Im the man, Im the man, Im the man, Im the man (to fade)
song performed by by Kiss
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What I Feel Today
what i feel today is this
i am scooping some ice cream for you
five scoops of vanilla flavored
ice cream with marshmallow toppings
i hand them to you
with a very sweet smile
and you start licking and munching
marshmallows
inside my mind
is this pain inside my heart
is my aching tooth
but i am not telling you
or anybody
i am a very considerate man
trying always to please you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paints Life Theme Canvas
research scientist
paints water colours
paints poetry brush strokes
paints poetry beaker pigment
paints life theme canvas
research insistent
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In The Grips Of Tough Times
In the grips of tough times,
It's hard to hold back...
From gritting on teeth.
It's even more difficult to be real nice...
To someone seeing life,
Sugared and spiced.
In the grips of tough times,
Childish minds can much annoy.
And giving this attention can cause a big riff,
When an immaturity is involved in it.
In the grips of tough times,
It takes a lot to find peace of mind.
But if it means leaving petty scenes,
Don't waste a dime or the time leaving this behind.
In the grips of tough times,
It's hard to hold back...
From gritting on teeth.
It's even more difficult to be real nice...
To someone seeing life,
Sugared and spiced.
In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Scars Of Lovers....
a sharp sword
sharpens itself against
another sword
metal to metal
to the sound of the gritting teeth
one wants to imagine
an ecstasy of
a wound
blood dropping from
a slit on the
hand
there is none here
for this is but an affair
of a sword to another sword
thinking that
there is no war but love
in the air
sweet sounds of birds
sex moans and
calls for a mating
of the season
there is this hate that hides
inside the chest
where there is no option but
to sleep with
the one that never tickles you
not a bit
where love is feigned and
subdued
by need by survival by
pretenses
that man understands it
one can see the scars
not the stars......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Teary Ink
Making something is easy,
But it also depends on it,
Just motivate yourself,
Everything will be fine.
You can make a poem,
You can make a song,
You can make a world,
A world that suits you.
Just put a teary ink,
On everything you write,
On everything you discover,
Just put a teary ink.
Teary ink means will,
Will means to success,
success means your done.
Done on your goal,
That you can die anytime,
Cause it completes you
poem by Rudy Rico Castillo
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The Air Is Tense, The Air Is Dense
It was a silent evening, this silent
evening,
When a land whose air was tense,
Heard the cries of its children,
As a plane whose air was dense,
Hit the ground and broke its wings.
It was a teary morning, this teary
morning,
When friends had lost friends,
And parents, children,
And children, parents,
And all, something.
It is a painful thing, this painful moment,
If while reading this out loud,
Your voice begins to fade,
As your heart carries pain to your chord.
It is a thin line, oh thin children,
We are here and we are 'is',
And in one step,
We are there, and now 'was'.
It is a marvelment, to my marveled
mind,
When a man wakes and brushes his
teeth,
Holds a bag and hits the streets,
Stands in the middle of an oblivious
crowd,
And offers them transportation to the
world beyond.
It is an ache, in an aching heart,
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
I write that peace and love be born,
And wisdom and hope not be put to bed.
In this age, in an aging world,
Live each day as thy last,
And in no time you will be right,
Hurt no more and hurt no one,
For the air is tense and the air is dense,
And though time like man has come and
gone,
Time will be here and man no more.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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