The Dirty White Linen
after the love
you sleep facing the bed
down
you fall in a trance
of a fantasy fulfilled
the room is dimly lit
a glass half empty stands
below the lampshade
the dirty linen is set aside
stained
and ready for another
washing
tomorrow morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tomorrow is the laundry day
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though tomorrow’s bright and sunshine strikes
Seduce you to play outside
But duty must be priority
Washing the dirty to be clean again
And your day will feel light
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though tomorrow’s cloudy and can’t stop rainy
Bother you with damp laundry
But duty is duty
Washing the dirty so it won’t be stinky
And your day will be bright
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though your laundry is already loaded
And you don’t want to see or touch
But duty must be completed
Washing the dirty so it ready to be used
And your day will feel more comfortable
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though your heart grumbles “Later”
No, do not listen that lazy one
Duty is to be worked not be grouch
Washing is a fun job if your heart happy
And your day will be victory
After you do that
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Ready To Go Home
On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be born
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
So tired I lay down
With these memories
Breathe shallow deep inside of me
If time has run its course with me
Then
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
Ill let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Ready To Go Home
On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord, shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be home
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Sometimes I lay down with these memories
Breathe shallow, deep inside of me
Time has run its course with me
And Im ready to go home
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
I let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again
Music & lyrics by: andrew gold & graham gouldman
song performed by by Asia
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Can I Dry Clean?
washing the clean linen in dirty water,
makes the clothes to be dirty and colored,
white clothe will invite the color of contrast,
color of the water that it is dipped into.
When we think of the ills and manipulate with evils,
the souls that are born white, will be colored,
when we wash the evil thoughts in evil solutions,
our souls will be soiled, colored and in illusion.
believing the color that we possess is the brightest,
If it is the brightest of white, as white is pure,
then it is all right, even if we are in other colors,
don't worry, it can be bleached to white.
White and black are two extreme colors,
with extreme characters and properties,
when the white reflects everything as good actions,
the black absorbs everything as the mother nature.
Between these two colors,
there are thousands of colors,
blending of seven colors of rain bow,
where we live and be happy and sorrow.
Washing the clean linen of any color,
in the water of dirt and sediment,
will make the linen dirty and soiled,
Where shall we find the clean water,
to wash our dirty souls of multiple colors?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Tomorrow
I didnt know just what to say, when you turned and you looked my way
It doesnt happen to me every day, can we talk a while?
I didnt know just what to do, I couldnt seem to take my eyes off you
You know I wanted just to take you home, but thats not your style
And tomorrow, were gonna fall in love, fall in love
Tomorrow, were gonna fall in love, fall in love, tomorrow, tomorrow
I didnt even know your name, like a moth I was in your flame
I knew you wanted me to feel real good by the way you smiled
You didnt have to say a word, I tried to tell you, but I lost my nerve
You know I wanted just to slip away for a little while
And tomorrow, were gonna fall in love, fall in love
Tomorrow, were gonna fall in love, fall in love, tomorrow, tomorrow
Were gonna fall in love, fall in love, fall in love, fall in love with me
(but tonight, when the feeling feels so right, we got all the love we need)
I didnt know just what to say
This doesnt happen to me every day and thats not my style
And tomorrow, were gonna fall in love, fall in love
Tomorrow, were gonna fall in love, fall in love
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
(tomorrow) were gonna fall in love, fall in love
(tomorrow) fall in love, fall in love
(tomorrow) fall in love, fall in love, (tomorrow) fall in love, fall in love
Were gonna fall in love, fall in love, fall in love, fall in love with me
(but tonight, when the feeling feels so right, we got all the love we need)
song performed by by Kiss
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Field mice and Screech owls
Both of you disturb my precious sleep,
scurrying and screeching.
You have no pity for my beloved! ?
She scrubbed the whole day
and washed the dirty linen.
Now she is in a sound sleep.
For me I don't mind, , just a scribbler.
But you must look after her.
She gets up early in the morning.
Not only that, she is the one
who feeds you everyday.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Tomorrow's Gonna Be A Brighter Day
Well Im sorry for the words that I told you
But words only go so far
And if I had my way, Id reach into heaven
And pull you down a star, for a present
And Id make you a chain of diamonds
And pearls from a summer sea,
But all I can give you is a kiss in the morning
And a sweet apology.
But tomorrows gonna be a brighter day
There gonna be some changes
Tomorrows gonna be a brighter day
This time you can believe me.
No more cryin in your lonely room,
No more empty nights.
Tomorrow morning everything will be alright
Now, I know that it hasnt been easy
And I havent always been around
To say the right things and hold you in the morning
And help you when youre down, and in trouble.
And I never showed you much of a good time,
But baby, things are going to change.
Im going to make up for all of the hurt I cause,
Gonna love away all your pain
And tomorrows gonna be a brighter day
There gonna be some changes
Tomorrows gonna be a brighter day
This time you can believe me.
No more cryin in your lonely room,
No more empty nights.
Tomorrow morning everything will be alright
Come on tomorrow, come on tomorrow..fade
song performed by by Jim Croce
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Empty Room
Empty room, empty room
How am I gonna fill U?
How am I gonna fill this empty room?
Lonely hearts, worlds apart
Why must they be broken?
How am I gonna ever fill this empty room?
And what is wrong when love is strong?
Why can't it last 4ever?
How could U go and leave me all alone?
Tears fall on barren walls
But what's the use in cryin'?
I gotta find a way 2 fill this empty room
song performed by by Prince
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33 - Dirty Linen
Dirty linen hanging on the line
Mistress romps spilled red wine
Extra overtime and late nights
Blood stained gutters and fist fights
Secret whispers behind closed doors
The speculation you try to ignore
Your life and lies become black listed
People you hurt wish u never existed
Dirty linen hanging out to dry
The sanctity of marriage cheating ways defy
Mistress romps spilled red wine
$2 a minute sex hot-line
The smell of cheap perfume lipstick collars
Meaningless love for a night, a fistful of dollars
The cause of her pain and dulling heartache
The vow of marriage this man did break
poem by Nicola Burkett
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A Private Eye Bajadere
Monday morning, washing day, clothes, linen,
towels, sneakers, socks of course - before I start
I need a shot of dreams, a fantasy to carry me
through a mundane job of cleaning things
I could be an old-fashioned galley slave working
away on a ship crossing the Caribbean, or I could
be a fairy banished from fairyland forced to toil
a human life in order to earn fairy Brownie points
Or I could be a Private Eye posing as a household
drudge in order to fool all the street thugs while I’m
watching their every move, sending information
to my spy friends through secret signs
Suddenly, while I’m still sending signs pretending
I’m washing windows, someone grabbed me from
behind, I screamed, Rudi laughed; enquired about
my funny game, I told him my Private Eye fantasy
He became a rich Mafia boss seducing this Private
Eye to tap her brain, then fell in love and took her
for himself, mmm, Rudi understands my games
so well, next I’ll be his Bajadere
He’ll get to be the god Siva just as he is for me,
tomorrow I’ll immolate myself upon his pyre and
ascend to heaven in his arms...
(When our lecturer asked me what is a Bajadere,
I answered modestly Ein Dienstmädchen, he
smiled paternally and said we’d leave it at that)
‘Der Gott und die Bajadere’, a ballad with the sub-title ‘Indische Legende’ written by J. W. Goethe in June 1797, and published in the Musenalmanach for 1798. It is the story of an Indian prostitute who is visited by the god Siva, unrecognized in human form, and is seized with true love for him. The human shape is found lifeless in the morning, and the Bajadere immolates herself upon its pyre. She ascends to heaven in the arms of the god.
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poem by Louise Tredoux
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I Thought You Are Asleep My Dear Friend
two o'clock in the morning
snow must be colder and thicker
but your eyes are awake
like an empty basin still
wanting to be full of the
day's warm air, but my dear
you need sleep and you
must now sleep and be
with your colored dreams
they shall speak like friends
with gossamer wings,
and some will be like jokers
and princes, and princesses
sleep now my dear friend,
you need them to guide you
what poem to write next
when another morning breaks
again in the shutters of your mind.
sleep now, step into the world
of magic, the garden of fantasy.
who knows someone so lovely
waits for you there, saying hey!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Garden VI: A Peach
IF any sense in mortal dust remains
When mine has been refin'd from flower to flower,
Won from the sun all colours, drunk the shower
And delicate winy dews, and gain'd the gains
Which elves who sleep in airy bells, a-swing
Through half a summer day, for love bestow,
Then in some warm old garden let me grow
To such a perfect, lush, ambrosian thing
As this. Upon a southward-facing wall
I bask, and feel my juices dimly fed
And mellowing, while my bloom comes golden grey:
Keep the wasps from me! but before I fall
Pluck me, white fingers, and o'er two ripe-red
Girl lips O let me richly swoon away!
poem by Edward Dowden
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Love Sometimes Goes Out Of The Window
when two mouths go hungry
when there is no glass
or water
when the house is empty
or when there is nothing
to even smell
when everything are but shadows
of a bat
when the only song is the song of
an earthworm
that you can hear only in your mind
there is no use of playing
games to delay
the flight of love out of the window.
love also needs a little convenience
such as a glass of orange juice
a slice of cake
and air that enters a room
to sleep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tomorrow Never Comes
(words & music by ernest tubb - johnny bond)
Oh you tell me that you love me
Yes you tell me that you care
That tomorrow well be married, oh
But tomorrows never there
Oh tomorrow never, never comes
Oh tomorrow never comes
Now you tell me that you love me, oh
But tomorrow never comes
Many weeks now have I waited
Oh many long nights have I cried
But just to see that happy morning, happy morning
When I have you right by my side
But tomorrow will never come, oh no, no
Tomorrow never gonna come
Now you tell me that you love me
But tomorrow never, never comes
So tomorrow Ill be leaving
Yes tomorrow Ill be gone
But tomorrow youll be weeping, oh
But tomorrow will never, never come
Well tomorrow will never, never come
Oh no, tomorrow aint never gonna come
Yeah, yeah, you tell me, you tell me
That you love me, but tomorrow never comes
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Defamation
Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child?
How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing!
You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-
is that why they call you dirty?
O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because
it has smudged its face with ink?
For every little trifle they blame you, my child. They are
ready to find fault for nothing.
You tore your clothes while playing-is that why they call you
untidy?
O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smiles
through its ragged clouds?
Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.
They make a long list of your misdeeds.
Everybody knows how you love sweet things-is that why they
call you greedy?
O, fie! What then would they call us who love you?
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Dichotomy....
the room there was spartan,
empty except for
a pair of dirty pants
hanging on the side
of the wall,
the atmosphere of wood
and dust and
bareness
i was lonely, i was always lonely
and some say
that i was sick almost all the time
there was either cold or
fever
mother and father died almost together
when they were alive they were not close
they always quarrel on something
be it fish or dog
or linen
they died a long time ago and there was that moment
when they both visited me in the room
and ask me if i was alright
if i want then to go with them and join them in their new place
and without hesitation i said: nope, thanks, i have my own world
and i like to keep it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Empty Room
Empty room today
And here I sit
Chalk outline upon the wall
I remember tracing it
A thousand times, the night she died.
Why? [why? ]
Theres no sleep today, I cant pretend
When all my dreams are crimes
I cant stand facing them
Now who will come
To wash away my sins
Clean my room, fix my meals
Be my friend?
song performed by by Queensryche
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Monday Morning
I love to sleep all day,
Or play all night.
But I must get all ready,
For Monday morning so tight.
I have to go to school,
On this very cold early morning.
Perhaps I wish was a fool,
Who would sleep till tomorrow?
But I am no fool,
On this very early morning.
Hence I must go to school,
So my friend will not be laughing
Waking up this day,
Drives all joy away.
The little ones play,
With gladness all day.
Monday morning it is,
For I have to wake up early
So I would not be caught,
Pouring cold water on my body so dry.
Today is Monday morning,
The most boring of all days.
Which bring back all sorrows,
Running to school so noisy.
Yet I sit in class,
And listen to the teacher.
Who come in a pink dress?
As the pastor preaches.
My face I bury,
Deep, deep in my books.
Which I take no delight in,
Yet still I must read or I would not eat.
How can I be born for joy?
Yet still sit in this cage.
And listen to the other boys,
Who I despise as much as dirt.
Today is Monday morning,
I have to go to school.
For I would not sleep till tomorrow,
Because I would be acting as a fool.
poem by Samuel Donkor
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Stand Beside Me
He left me cryin late one sunday night outside of boulder
He said he had to find himself out on the road
I guess when love goes wrong
Youve gotta learn to be strong
So I worked two jobs and I moved three times
I ended up south of memphis workin down in riverside
I may not be so lucky in love
But the one thing Im sure of
I want a man that stands beside me
Not in front of or behind me
Give me two arms that want to hold me not own me
And Ill give all the love in my heart
Stand beside me
Be true dont tell lies to me
Im not lookin for a fantasy
I want a man that who stands beside me
I didnt expect to see him one hot july morning
His hair was longer but his eyes were the same old blue
He said, Ive missed you for so long. oh baby, what can I do
I said, I want a man that stands beside me
Not in front of or behind me
Give me two arms that want to hold me not own me
And Ill give all the love in my heart
Its hard to tell him no when I want him so bad
But Ive got to be true to my heart this time
Im not lookin for a fantasy
I want a man who stands beside me
I want a man
Who stands beside me
Stand beside me
Stand beside me
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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The Small Lamp
the small lamp
beside the bed in the empty room,
burns strong with silence,
and waits without reason.
the pawprint of the dog
beneath the window,
identifying emptiness.
and the broom in the corner,
stands ever on guard.
the book of passage unread,
urine stained sheets.
even god almighty
cant control the wind,
that blows through the window,
and fills the room.
while babies are born,
and wars are stopped.
yet the earth waits without breath,
for the coming of love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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