The Corrupt Couple
at the dining table
they discuss how to finish
their big swimming pool
fronting their mansion
surrounded by a high
concrete perimeter fence
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sa talad kan-anan
naghisgot sila kon unsaon
nila paghuman ang
dakong swimming pool
sa atubangan sa
dako kaayo nilang
mansion nga
giaalad sa habog kaayo
nga konkretong labat
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alang sa mga makalolooy sabat palihog
Looy kaayo ko
Looy kaayo ka
Looy kaayo kitang tanan
Ngano ba?
Looy kaayo ko
Looy kaayo ka
Looy kaayo kitang tanan
Sus ngano ba gyod?
Looy kaayo ko
Looy kaayo ka
Looy kaayo siya
Looy kaayo kitang tanan
Sus ngano man gud ba?
Looy kaayo siya
Looy kaayo silang tanan.
Di na ko mangutana
Kay wa na akoy labot
ug di jud ko mangilabot.
Ambot.Period.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am Going For A Swimm
I am going for
Swimm in God's
Swimming pool
And at the same time
I feel that I am being blessed by God
While I am swimming in his swimming pool
poem by Aldo Kraas
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No Swimming Pool Or Tennis Court
A swimming pool and tennis court
for music, lyrics, Copeland thought
chez Brothers Gershwin, has to be
the way to go. I get no fee
for poetry, and have no mansion.
My home has much room for expansion,
and telling me my verse is gorgeous
won’t make my house as great as George’s.
In woods of Beverly this Gershon
is not like Hilly Gershwins’ version;
it’s far closer to a shul,
though I would not decline a pool
and tennis court in summertime,
when people think of Ira’s rhyme.
When Aaron Copeland visited the Gershwins in Beverly Hills, he was impressed by their tennis court and swimming pool, saying that he did not know that one could obtain either by writing music and lyrics.
10/1/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Asa Gikan Ang Kasilag?
Asa gikan ang kasilag?
Asa gikan ang kasuko?
Asa gikan ang limbong?
Asa gikan ang kabakakon?
Gikan ka na sila sa tawo.
Milayat kana sa iyang kasing-kasing
Miambak gikan sa iyang baba
Milayas gikan sa iyang mga kamot
Milalin gikan sa iyang mga tiil.
Kangil-ad gayod nga hunahunaon.
Ug ang tawo manumangil sa dagat
Sa dihang iyang gilumsan ang tawo.
Ug iyang itugpo ang basol ngadto sa yuta
Sa dihang kini milinog ug mikaon sa daghang
Mga bata.
Apil na ang adlaw, ang mga langit,
Ang mga bitoon, ug bulan, ug lakip
Na ang kawanangan. Kay kuno
Sila ang kasilag, sila ang limbong.
Sila ang bakakon.sila ang maluibon.
Mitubag sila. Mibalos lang sila.
Kay sa pagkangil-ad sa tawo
Natingala sila ngano nga wa pa
Nila gipagawas ang ilang tinagoang kaayo.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Summer Day At The Swimming Pool
A summer day at the swimming pool,
Women in their bathing suits,
Bearing their forbidden fruits,
Water glistening like a jewel.
Lifeguards like the judges rule,
And won't hear your refutes,
Though children still all act the fool
On a summer day at the swimming pool.
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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Pool Of Blood
I was swimming.
Swimming in a pool of blood,
That wasn’t my own.
I realised it was your blood.
It was your blood and it was my fault.
I didn’t mean to.
I didn’t think.
It happened and I cant change it,
But I’m going to drown in it.
I deserve to drown in it.
Don’t I?
It was my fault and nothing will change that.
So I’ll stop swimming,
I’ll drown and everything will be right again.
Everything will be normal.
Except, neither of us will be in the world.
We’ll be in this pool of blood,
Together, forever.
So, I was swimming,
But now I’m not,
And I don’t know why?
poem by Rachel Brewer
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I Go Swimming
Ooh, I go swimming, swimming in the water
Swimming in the river, swimming in the sea
I go swimming
I go swimming, swimming in the water
Swimming in the pool, swimming is cool
I go swimming
The sun is burning, I am yearning
For the waterflow (waterflow)
Next to my skin i, like to begin a
Waterflow (waterflow)
Letting off steam I float in a dream,
I cant let go (cant let go)
Follow my wishes, follow the fishes
Down below (down below)
I go swimming
I need water, water to drink
Water on my brain, water sustain,
Water over me
I want water, water I need
Water to think, water to drink
Water over me
The sun is burning, I am yearning
For the waterflow (waterflow)
Next to my skin i, like to begin a
Waterflow (waterflow)
Letting off steam I float in a dream,
I cant let go (cant let go)
Follow my wishes, follow the fishes
Down below (down below)
I go swimming
I go swimming, I go swimming
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
I go swimming, I go swimming
I go swimming, I go swimming
Swimming, I go swimming
Oh I go swimming, I go swimming
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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There Is A Swimming Pool In A Small Town (Orléans Rondel Prime)
There is a swimming pool in a small town
where water sparkles as blue as the sky,
where some bikini clad girls draw the eye,
with skin tanned to mahogany brown,
where from a diving board people dive down,
where time gets wings and quickly rushes by.
There is a swimming pool in a small town
where water sparkles as blue as the sky,
where a myriad of beautiful girls daily lie,
where the garden is somewhat overgrown
and children buy sweets, chips and pie,
while teens frolic until the sun does die.
There is a swimming pool in a small town
where water sparkles as blue as the sky.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sa Gamay Pa Ako
Sa gamay pa ako gipakuyog ko nimo
Aron manginhas sa bukana, didto
Diin nagtagbo ang suba ug dagat, didto
Diin nangamang ang mga kinason,
Ang balat, ang mga gagmayng kasag,
Ug mga kugita. Ako nga dili pa kaayo
Suheto sa atong panginabuhi isip inahan
ug anak, sa imong pagpangita’g sud-an
Sa atong panihapon, nagkadam-ag-
Dam-ag taw’n ko sa danlog nga mga bato
Ug mga lumot. Nisyagit ko sa kasakit
Sa dihang natunok ko sa tuyom nga saag.
Gipaihi ko nimo ug imong gihidhiran
Ang akong lapa-lapa, duha na ang imong
Gipas-an sa akong katapolan- basket
sa atubangan, ako sa imong likoran.
Dihang ngitngit na, aduna na kita’y
Sud-an sa atong panihapon. Gihayagan
Sa lampara, naglugit kita sa mga unod
Ginamit ang alpirel samtang namati kita
Og drama kabahin sa mga sirena. Karon
Nga dako na ko, ikaw na ang gapandol-
Pandol sa atong nataran, sa atong karaan
Nga kusina. Labaw na sa lampara
Ang kahayag sa atong talad-kan-anan.
Dili ko ikaw biyaan, nay. Ako usab andam na
Pag-agak nimo sa imong paghinumdom
Sa atong panginhas dihang ako gamay pa.
- RIC S. BASTASA
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bigger Blue
Nothing is more blue,
nor anything more empty,
than a swimming pool,
it's dry leaves,
and cracked bottom,
a heart of light, and old rain,
glittered-out, with winking shards,
worn numb, by the concrete of
some Hollywood life,
drained into pictures,
turning to the skies,
sitting knee-sprung,
poised over,
an unreflective gulf,
with different strokes,
all triumphant blue is lost,
and as these moments,
are wind measured,
with floating dust,
cracked glass,
and shelved light,
perhaps i'll see you again,
returning,
like a swimmer,
or perhaps,
I won't see this day again,
a swimming pool, and an echo
a librarian, skimming pages,
splashed like leaves,
the colours of hopeful love.
poem by Guy Peppin
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Halku - 85
on the swimming pool
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slip unnecessary.
girl, is taking clothes off, now.
she has swimming cap.
poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
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Concrete Girl
Bleeding thoughts.
Cracking boulder.
Don't fall over.
Fake your laughter.
Burn the tear.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Way up here,
We stand on shoulders,
Growing colder.
Laugh or cry.
I won't mind.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Immovable shadows.
The concrete girl.
They'll rock your world to nothing.
And they're swimming around again, again.
And they're swimming around
The concrete girl.
Catch your breath like a four-leaf clover.
Hand it over.
Scream to no one.
Take your time.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Nothing to run from is worse than something,
And all your fears of nothing.
And they're swimming around again, again.
And they're swimming around
The concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down
In this broken world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't fall down, my concrete girl.
Don't stop thinking.
Don't stop feeling now.
One step away from where we were,
And one step back to nothing.
And we're standing on top of our hopes and fears,
And we're fighting for words now, concrete girl.
And we're swimming around again, again.
And we're swimming around now,
Concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down in this broken world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't fall down, my concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down in this concrete world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't break down, my concrete girl.
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Pagkalaay
unsang orasa na ba? maoy pangutana sa mga bintana diha sa mga silya nga atong gilingkoran, apan ikaw nga karon pa lamang miabot sa america wala gayod magpapugong sa imong gibati. unsang orasaha na ba? mibalos og pangutana ang mga bungbong diha sa mga bintana nga gusto na nga manirado, apan ikaw nagsugid pa gihapon nga didto sa sulod sa pultahan sa mcdonald's ikaw natulog kay wala ka nay kapuy-an didto sa chicago, ug wala ka na gani kwarta. naghuy-ab ang mga kurtina ug ang mga alugnan diha sa sofa nahikatulog na, apan ikaw sa imong dakong kahiubos sa america, nagpadayon sa tinuod nga panghitabo dihang ikaw nagbantay og mga tigulang nga milabay nimo og baso dihang ikaw nawad-an na sa paglaom. bug-at na kaayo ang akong mga mata. nangahapla na ang akong mga pilok. wala na ako kasabot sa imong mga gisugilon, sa imong lalom kaayo nga kaguol, diin ako maayong pagkahulog sama sa usa ka lalom kaayong dagat. gusto lang nakong matulog, apan ikaw nagsulti nga gusto nang mamatay, moambak sa usa ka tulay nga habog kaayo. wala akoy labot kang bisan kinsa. wala akoy labot kanimo. gusto lang nakong matulog kay ako gikapoy na og pamati sa mga kagul-anan sa ubang tawo nga walay hunong sa pagyawit. gusto nako nga moundang ka na, gusto na nakong magdamgo. palihog, gihangyo ko ikaw, nga atong kutloon ang mga bunga sa kahilom, sungkiton ta ang iyang mga dahon, ug atong ihapnig sa atong katre. palihog lang, mangatulog na kita. ay, kasakit! wala ka ba laayi anang kangitngit?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ang Akong Mga Amiga
ang akong mga amiga
sa kahanginan
nangawala na
wa na ko kasayod
kon asa sila
gipadpad
sa dakong unos
sa ilang kinabuhi
ania ako
naghandum kanila
nahadlok
kon sila kaha
gikaon na sa
dako nga bakunawa...
kangilngig ba
kahadlok ba sa akong
mga damgo
ako kuno
ang bakunawa....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Didto Sa Bukid Ang Mga Mannga Walay Tag-iya
Kaniadto walay mga labat ang mga balay
Pati na ang mga bungtod sa atong balangay
Kaniadto magsabot kita nga manglakaw
Paingon sa mga bungtod diin ang kamanggahan
Walay mga tag-iya. Diin didto kusog kaayo
ang hangin ug ang mga hinog talumtumon na
Sa katam-is, nangahulog ug wala gani namunit.
Nagdala kita ug sako. Nagpadidit kita sa mga palwa,
Nagdula sa taas sa bungtod sa bugnaw nga
Mga sagbot ilalom sa mga asul nga mga panganod
Nanaka kita sa mga punoan, ug ang mga bunga
Atong giduladulaan, gipahalok sa atong mga aping.
Tam-is kaayo sa atong panumduman: Nanguli ta
Uban sa sinako natong mga mangga. Nagkanta-
Kanta kita sa silong sa takdol nga bulan sa gamay
Tang agi-anan padulong sa atong balay. Halok
Sa kamot ni nanay ug tatay. Bag-o lang kong niuli
Didto sa atoa. Wala na ang mga kamanggahan
Ug ang mga bungtod gipanglabat na. Wala na
Ang kanhi gagmayng natong agianan. Wala na
Ang mga bata. Ug si Nanay ug Tatay patay na.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Under Cover Of The 'rain
Under cover of the rain,
it does this too you some times
and under it we are kissing.
I let you touch my face,
which like the tidal pool has expectations.
Your song of love, this song and does each lullaby
and the rain is quite never has it slept, this silent,
swimming pools, i and you look up.
Full the swimming pool which in the night
when the ground it shimmers and makes some other song
which sleeps as music under your pink tin roof,
some times i think you are eccentric,
but the water made in France is too expensive, love.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Playboy Mansion
If Coke is a mystery, Michael Jackson History
If beauty is truth, and surgery the fountain of youth
What am I to do?
Have I got the gift to get me through
The gates of that Mansion
If OJ is more than a drink, a Big Mac bigger than you think
If perfume is an Obsession, then talk shows confession
What have we got to lose?
I'll never push my way through
The gates of that mansion
I never bought a Lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space
And the banks feel like cathedrals because casinos took their place
Luck, come on down
I wake up, she'll come around
Sex is a kind of religion
We're down for playin' hard luck
I never did see that movie, and I never did read that book
Luck, come on down, let my numbers come around
Don't know if I can hold on
Don't know if I'm that strong
Don't know if I can wait that long
Til the colors come flashing and the lights go on
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
And though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe
We'll go diving in their pool
It's who you know that gets you through
The gates in the Playboy Mansion
The Playboy Mansion
In the Playboy Mansion
Then will there be no time for sorrow?
Then will there be no time for shame?
song performed by by U2
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The Arrangement
You could have been more
Than a name on the door
On the thirty-third floor in the air
More than a credit card
Swimming pool in the backyard
While you still have the time
You could get away and find
A better life, you know the grind is so ungrateful
Racing cars, whisky bars
No one cares who you really are
Youre the keeper of the cards
Yes I know it gets hard
Keeping the wheels turning
And the wife she keeps the keys
She is so pleased to be
A part of the arrangement
You could have been more
Than a name on the door
On the thirty-third floor in the air
More than a consumer
Lying in some roam trying to die
More than a credit card
Swimming pool in the backyard
You could have been more than a name on the door
You could have been more than a name on the door
You could have been more
You could have been more
You could have been more
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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The Three Sunrises
If Coke is a mystery
Michael Jackson...History
If beauty is truth
And surgery the fountain of youth
What am I to do
Have I got the gift to get me through
The gates of that mansion
If OJ is more than a drink
And a Big Mac bigger than you think
If perfume is an obsession
And talk shows, confession
What have we got to lose
Another push and we'll be through
The gates of that mansion
I never bought a Lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space
The banks feel like cathedrals
I guess casinos took their place
Love, come on down
Don't wake her, she'll come around
Chance is a kind of religion
Where you're damned for plain hard luck
I never did see that movie
I never did read that book
Love, come on down
Let my numbers come around
Don't know if I can hold on
Don't know if I'm that strong
Don't know if I can wait that long
'Til the colours come flashing
And the lights go on
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
And though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe
We'll go diving in that pool
It's who you know that gets you through
The gates of the Playboy mansion
The Playboy mansion
The Playboy mansion
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
song performed by by U2
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She Likes It Big & Loooong
she asked me
was it big:
(being the man that I am)
i said it was.
she asked me
was it long:
i said looong enough,
to satisfy her
plus two of her girl friends.
and if… she had any doubts
about it,
that she was welcome to
come to my house,
to see how large
it really was.
when she came over,
i dived right in it.
both of us
was totally satisfied-
back strokin’,
swimming in my
newly built…
swimming pool.
poem by Ronald Stroman
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