The Goat
you are the goat
set free on the field
of green grass
and you eat every
herb that your
eyes feast upon
unleashed your
feet jump for your
freedom
now your master
has come and
takes a glance
of your beautiful
body
he stares at you
looking closely
in your face for
that last laughter
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What for? If only the goat can tell.
O! The silly goat could have been a dove
White and meek
Soundless in the journey to air
Dove to another dove
Satisfied from among its likes
The horns could have been feathers
In a bird’s body
Another completing dove could have waited
Only if the silly goat knew
The transfiguration of its feet to claw
Its whiskers to beak
The goat’s life would have been complete
And fulfilled
But this the silly goat will never know
& learn and untie
& solve the crazy knot
That it has never untangled
Never has he learned from all the ages
Of his grass life
The seeds that the dove peck
And keep on its throat down to its guts
Its tummy
The goat stays
In the open field
Preoccupied with grass
And grass alone
Abiding by the rules of his master
Imprisoned in its cage
To the rules of their games
Suffering
But never understands the same
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Giggles, Laughter and Stabbing Stares
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
It would kill them to be nice,
It would hurt them to be kind,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
The notes are being passed around,
They don’t see, no one cares,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
Tearing at all I’ve built up,
But it won’t work anymore,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
What they don’t know is,
I just don’t care,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
Every one is doing it,
But I just sit and laugh,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
It’s so funny they think I care,
They are stupid to think I do,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
I laugh and laugh
Because they don’t see that no one cares,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares…
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares…
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares…
poem by Bloodlover16 Loveblood
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Watch Closely Now
Watch closely now
You'll observe a curious exchange of energy
Are you a figment of my imagination
Or I one of yours?
Watch closely now - are you watching me now?
Your eyes are like fingers
They're touching my body and arousing my soul
Ridin' the passion arisin' inside me
How high can I go?
You're comin' with me girl
I'm gonna show you how
When it's scary, don't look down
Watch closely now - are you watching me now?
I see the hunger arise in your eyes and it's a-urging me on
Higher and harder and faster and farther
Than I've ever gone
You're comin' closer lady
Don't ya leave me now
We're gonna make it
Don't look down
Maybe I'm takin' me too many chances
With no net at all
Maybe I'll teach you at least that
You've got to be free when you fall
Watch closely now - are you watching me now?
I'm the master magician, who's setting you free
From the lies you've been told
When they're breaking your back
Bring your last straw to me
I turn straw into gold
I'm gonna need you later
When you're not around
But I can take it
Don't look down
Watch closely now
Are you watching me now?...
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Year 2012
Green hope green road green field green dream
Green green grass of future
Dhamma is distinguishgedly seen in the world
Wonderlands of future generations
peace, harmony and wisdom
love for humanity
rebirths of democracy
cool breeze of mind
building morality of tomorrow
a beautiful mind
Beautiful minds
a beautiful mind
Beautiful minds
a beautiful mind
Beautiful minds
The world is a beautiful place to live, to meditate and to contemplate
For the purpose of keeping truths alive and fight for undaunted wisdom.
Laughter - Laughter
LAUGHTER - LAUGHTER
laughter - laughter here I come
to make my friend smile and calm
jump and jump to the left to the right
thru the day time and night
laughter - laughter here I am
to make true all the sweetest dreams
like my friend always has in sleep
thru the very beautiful night
that will never skip
laughter - laughter here we are
my friend and I are blab - blab - blab
and we are happy and careless
cause the better future are waiting for us
laughter - laughter, who are you?
WHAT! you don't recognize me?
I am sorry, I thought I know you
but just let it be
because a real friendship doesn't care who we are
(build a strong good friendship among us)
poem by Juahta Sitepu
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You Cannot Stop Me....
i am a free man by choice.
you've allowed me to read, to question,
and to reason....
now nothing you can do to me
will take away my freedom.
you can imprison or kill my body,
but this body is old and dying anyway.
you can silence my mouth,
but my eyes will sing.
you can pluck out my eyes,
then my feet will sing.
you can cut off my feet,
and my heart will sing.
you can bury my heart,
and the very earth will sing.
i am free!
you cannot stop me from singing!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Freedom and Beauty
It is a beautiful mind to feel free.
It is a beautiful feeling to set someone free.
Freedom is the hard statement to get.
Freedom is the only feeling to get.
*
Freedom is the statement that shows your independence.
Freedom is the power that shows your right.
But while speaking of almost 7 billion individuals on the earth
At least 7 billion needs and rights that might complicate their life.
*
Showing his independence might be more important for some people.
Feeling responsible for others may be more important for other people.
*
To be honest with you, i never felt free,
Because I didn’t know what it is.
After I realized what freedom is,
I saw how hard to recognize that you are free.
^
How hard to know that you are free to live.
How hard to know that you are free to speak.
How hard to know that you are free to love and trust.
How hard to know that you are free to be loved and trusted.
^
That what you have in your everyday life, is your freedom.
This is not just everyday schedule, that’s your freedom.
How blind are we to not see how free we are.
How ugly is it to not see how beautiful freedom is.
^
Freedom is beautiful, but hard to see.
Freedom is beautiful, but hard to feel.
poem by Sukhee Bukhbat
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Afraid Its Too Late
She sits at the window
All dressed in white
Been a long time since shes cried
Tears called ....tumbling down
She remembers her childhood brown
Shes afraid its too late
She steps out on the porch
Takes a minute from her day
Just like when she was a child
To listen what the wind would say
She was carefree like the children are today
Say, ? ? loves you, wont you come out and play
Shes afraid its too late
When she was a child
She had crowns hiding gold
With such awe, each flower she did hold
And she...the grass beneath her feet
How she hated things that were already late
They took away her laughter
They took away her crown
They said hey girl, you gotta keep your feet on the ground
She said oh, but they are
They say well laughter wont pay your bills
A flower fell from her hand, falling still
They taught her to be respectable
Responsible somehow
They taught her to be in every....
She forgot how it felt to have leaves of grass beneath her feet
Now every thought screams to return to her childhood royalty
Shes afraid its too late
She takes one last moment
Before going inside
She takes a coat
To dry her eye
She ... and it all becomes clear
Its probably laughter that gets you what you need
....more than here
Shes afraid its too late
La la la la
La la da da laaah
song performed by by Jewel
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Freedom Now
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping soo hed die
That his body and spirit would waste away
And soon after that his mind
But every day is born a fool
One who thinks that he can rule
One who says tomorrows mine
One who wakes one day to find
The prison doors open the shackles broken
And chaos in the street
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping his memoryd die
That the people forget how he once led
And fought for justice in their lives
But every day is born a man
Who hates what he cant understand
Who thinks the answer is to kill
Who thinks his actions are gods will
And he thinks hes free free free free
Yes he thinks hes free free free free
He thinks hes free free free free
Soon must come the day
Whe the righteous have their way
Unjustly tried are free
And people live in peace I say
Give the man release
Go on and set your conscience free
Right the wrongs you made
Even a fool can have his day
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Free our bodies free our minds
Free our hearts
Freedom for everyone
And freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Jump Jump
Wearing stripes, arms up high, as tall as can be,
Nothing more than a frozen smile to see.
In the cage hell defy all thats logical.
Under lights, stay up all night with his formula.
In the grip in the step of potential rage.
Oh its hip, formulated to fascinate.
If you do it like this: jump! jump!
Do it like this: jump! jump!
She moves faster than any eye can see,
Moving parts that arent moved normally.
In the haze what it isnt is what you see.
On and off, up and down, like a yo yo string.
Try to do it like this: jump! jump!
No, no, like this: jump! jump!
Do it for a kiss: jump! jump!
Do it like this: jump! jump!
They shine, we shield our eyes to see what is the dazzling and the enchanted.
They whine come closer to me.
That is the dizzying, the dancing sorcery.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Whoa whoa, my little doggie, he does a trick.
Ruff ruff!
He went to school to learn how to sit.
We were excited, delighted having fun.
As we decended the exit, got off the bus,
We got friends, we got fans now, and this is proof.
Can you tell me why that guy is on the roof?
Oh ho, do it like this: jump! jump!
Try it like this: jump! jump!
Do it more like this: jump! jump!
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.
song performed by by Blondie
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Through the field I See
A field of green grass awaits me.
I have been on this grass before and it brought suffering and
anguish.
I wait for the pure colors of pink and red to cover all of the
envious grass.
In this field of colors I have not experienced.
Many a people, hand in hand, take this path of red and pink.
Through many a people take the field of grass choosing the
poison of which they will drink.
poem by Stephen Howard
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Care for the Worst
Yellow flowers absorbed around her feet
Tears that reflect mother’s golden sun rays
A quiet walk in the arms of placid fields
Where no one sees her restless body lay
Her weak fingers trace drawings in the dirt
As the day brings warmth to her little face
Slowly she drifts farther away hurtles
To her own creation of bliss places
People with sparked sympathy of sad stares
Embrace the earth stroking her dainty hands
They only take notice to express their care
When the worst grows and takes a dreadful stand
Yellow flowers absorbed around her feet
An eternal moment of spirits free
poem by Marijke McKinney
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Nature
MR VAVROOVAHANA PATRA, nabarangpur, odisha, India
NATURE
Grass is green; on it falls the sun-shine.
The peasant on the field with a plough looks thin.
The paddy plants look beautiful and green,
Goats graze in the field; they are nine.
A stream flows down with a muttering sound,
Attracts poets as drunkards to wine!
The mountain is bald but still looks beautiful;
The river water’s sound is tuneful.
Moon-beams kiss the paddy plant,
Fulfilling the desire of peasants and their wants.
God’s nature is mysteriously beautiful,
Deriving pleasure from it, farmers become dutiful.
THANK YOU
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Song Of The Rain VII
I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.
I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens.
When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.
The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.
The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the mad elements and ends
Under the upraised wings of death.
I emerge from the heard of the sea
Soar with the breeze. When I see a field in
Need, I descend and embrace the flowers and
The trees in a million little ways.
I touch gently at the windows with my
Soft fingers, and my announcement is a
Welcome song. All can hear, but only
The sensitive can understand.
The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with
The strength she takes from him.
I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.
So with love -
Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Ole' Rufus
A field of white petals with a yellow center
As far as the eye could see
Not a flower most prefer
Wild and free
Slinking and stalking
Old Rufus the cat
Listen closely and you can hear his squawking
As he spies an opossum rat
Twice his size
But ole’ Rufus is fearless
Green eyes spy and off he flies
A giant pounce and success
Rolled up in a ball
Mr. Opossum plays his role
Playing his death call
Confirming his triumph with a swipe of kitty’s claw
And ole’ Rufus is back on the prowl
Guarding his territory
Giving his master a good morning howl
Then pouncing off to begin another story
poem by Patricia Gale
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Don't Cry My Green Eyes
Don't cry my green eyes
I'm not that far away
Just close your eyes
and you'll see me
standing there
I'm always here
watching over you
I may not be
around in person anymore
Death can't keep
me away from you
My love for you
is just too strong
I can't stay away
no matter what
I'll be here as
long as I can
Because it hurts me
to see those tears
So please don't cry
my beautiful green eyes
I really want you
to know
That I'm in a
really good place
I'm really happy here
with family and friends
It was just my time
I know you weren't ready
But my body was
just worn out
I tried to hold on
so I could see you again
It wasn't meant to be
Don't cry my green eyes
I'm always here with you
Always in your heart
one of your most
treasured memories
So please don't cry
my beautiful green eyes
(written in loving memory of my grandpa Raymond Eugene De Vasure. (Love u and miss u))
poem by Grace Hays
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Strange laughter
Strange laughter brings tears to my eyes
The tear is also strange
Burn my eyes and ignite the fire inside me
My soul is at war with my body
She want freedom
And my body is asked her to stay
My heart is conversing with the other
Where is my love? Where are you?
Questions like a bullets through my chest
A time is come and it's separation
I still laugh
Strange laughter brings tears to my eyes
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Pain and Feasts
The pain in my body
Is pulsating -
Screaming!
Alarming!
And yet I have
to go out and feast
I must shallow the palliatives
from songs, art, prayer and dance
I must lock my pain
In the box of oblivion
Until the day is done.
Let me beautify all around me
With my smiles and laughter
Let me fully feast and celebrate
With friends and loved ones
Till the day is done.
And when the day is done,
Let me listen to the murmurs
And tortures of my bodily pain
And let me swing my cradle
With the wings of joy
Gleaned from the life
of merry field feasts.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Green Eyes
got green eyes
as green as grass
on mama's lawn
got green eyes
over greener pastures
on the other fence
got green eyes
baby over your green eyes
when i stay
and you leave me
when you tell me
it is over
got green eyes
as green as
broccoli & lettuce
for my salad
that i serve
and share with my
newly found lover
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cantlets
The wind is blowing. In my blooming field
fragrant! So, I said, My heart be steady
my solitude blossoms latent to yield
a Sunday noon, dim oracle it was and shady
A lonely song cries, in the wind, I said,
brings a murmurous voice, she comes lithe,
and I respond, it is a feast, my timid wed,
my loneliness, loving was a Hades scythe.
I kindly my wrists, I said, I kindly offer,
to a deity that stares, that stares iced
in Hades, my life then will belong to her,
pastoral, lifeless I 'll wonder and demised.
So, I said, to mountains and clear springs,
I wanted to be free, with her to away fly,
a sempiternal wedding not to accept or rings
not to connect our destinies and see her cry.
I 'll be alone, my soul, I said, I 'll stay
next to melodic flowing sweetest rivulets
next to the greenest field I saw her sway
amid angelic voices, our house's cantlets.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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