The Hope For A Reunion...
for one who believes in future reunions
departures are not
goodbyes
but merely temporary separations
for the moment
as soon as the right time comes in flashes of
light and alterations of gray and black
and dimmer
not to exclude the glimmer and the glamor
of some outburst of feelings like
lightning and sparks
we shall have the hope of meeting again
remembering
and opting to be one again with each other
like long lost friends meeting
in unexpected places of the heart
shaking hands
deciding to have coffee at the veranda
of a beach resort
sipping slowly what time is left
until then...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Meeting Love
Im so nice - making love
Together were as one - in a time
We have found our way - to another day
So tonight well stay
Jungled us - we cry
Never yours and mine
Love meeting love say baby
Take my soul
Being in this place - to the night
Hoping in your arms - and take me in
And well start again
Moving to the park - sepry our design
Love meeting love youh youh
(interlude)
And floating - lost in love
The world is all they want - next to mine
Time is standing still - for you end me
So silently
Talking in there eyes - knowing your goodbyes
Love meeting love yeah yeah
song performed by by Level 42
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Meeting Again
Meeting again when time goes fast,
meeting again when time won't last.
A look at the wrist to check the time,
a glance in the mirror to see if I'm
alright from this.
Already I miss the time that will crawl.
Keep the memory alive. You must not fall
into a saddened, depressed state.
You will continue to wait and wait
for a meeting again when time goes fast,
a meeting again that will not last.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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With thoughts provoked, how time swiftly flies
Thoughts and feelings, they all come
Like undaunted memories
When you face them there will
Be lots of hugging and pleasantries
Exchanged, like long lost friends
Meeting in a cafe, some even
Shout with joy, tap some shoulders,
The usual gimmefives, the
Lighter and lighter conversations,
Like how you are doing now,
Where have you been all these
Years, I have seen Rose and Dave
In Chicago, while we were going
For a cruise, and so on and so
Forth, it was still morning, thoughts
Of friends, and long years, so well
Provoked, some coffees do get
Cold, not sipped at all, and you look at
Your watch, it is dark, and
We have done nothing but talk
And get so excited still at all these
Thoughts and feelings, & what we
All used to say, we all miss you
Yes, time swiftly passes us by.
time, time, swiftly flies, and
we still do not have the wings.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Massaging The Queen
My hands anticipate the final moment..
Where from your shoulders
down through upper-arm's
pass your forearms
and onto meeting your hands...
Their length my hands will travel..
In a gentle grip caressing every muscle
while pulling every joint..
Bridging-over to your back
continuing from the top of your bottom
through your exquisite waist with flat palm's
and tender loving fingers..
Slowly moving over lungs searching cautiously
seeking your pleasure..
With eyes close I will become one with your body
and you one in blissful Zen..
My hands will meet your shoulders once again
there they will travel towards each other
until meeting your neck
and rise scrapingly through your hair
until meeting your crown..
I will whisper my adoring passion to your ear
assuring my devotion to your kingdom..
poem by Gengis Capote
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After This Meeting
after this meeting
you must forget that we have met
whatever was said
or felt
simply disregard everything
like you have taken a bath with me
shed off each drop
to the river
let each moment pass
and float and then go back
to where they must belong
some things
some moments are better
forgotten
i do not want to remember
sweetness or pain
i do not want to feel
what was once there
let them go
for nothing belongs to me
time, words, thoughts
they all pass through me
i never own them
after this short meeting
when you think you fill me
(like a glass of water
or a cup of coffee
when you think you have
quenched my thirst
when you think that for
a time
i shall not hunger)
let me be
an empty space again
let me be another drop
of silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Time & Time Again
(jay gruska / robbie buchanan)
Here we are again
Off and on again
Every year just slips away
We keep meeting here
No-one else is near
Still, theres always more to say
I know, you know
Theres no end
Still Ill always tell you
Friend, I love you
When the night finds us together
Time and time again
When the feeling just gets better
Time and time again
Can the moment last forever?
Time and time again
She never knows of me
And never wants to see
Sometimes you are in my eyes
Still, well go home to them
Until we meet again
How well weve come to know goodbyes
I know, you know
Theres no end
Still Ill always tell you
Friend, I love you
When the night finds us together
Time and time again
When the feeling just gets better
Time and time again
Can the moment last forever?
Time and time again
And the feeling does get better
Time and time again
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Our Paradoxical Natures
for we are like
the darkness and light
when we meet
we are twilights
we are the dawns of time
the sunsets that
they love to watch
where passions subside
and then rekindle
we are the meeting points
of parenthetical departures
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Time And Time Again
(jay gruska / robbie buchanan)
Here we are again
Off and on again
Every year just slips away
We keep meeting here
No-one else is near
Still, there's always more to say
I know, you know
There's no end
Still i'll always tell you
Friend, i love you
When the night finds us together
Time and time again
When the feeling just gets better
Time and time again
Can the moment last forever?
Time and time again
She never knows of me
And never wants to see
Sometimes you are in my eyes
Still, we'll go home to them
Until we meet again
How well we've come to know goodbyes
I know, you know
There's no end
Still i'll always tell you
Friend, i love you
When the night finds us together
Time and time again
When the feeling just gets better
Time and time again
Can the moment last forever?
Time and time again
And the feeling does get better
Time and time again
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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And Doth Not a Meeting Like This
And doth not a meeting like this make amends
For all the long years I've been wandering away --
To see thus around me my youth's early friends,
As smiling and kind as in that happy day?
Though haply o'er some of your brows, as o'er mine,
The snow -- fall of time may be stealing -- what then?
Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by wine,
We'll wear the gay tinge of youth's roses again.
What soften'd remembrances come o'er the heart,
In gazing on those we've been lost to so long!
The sorrows, the joys, of which once they were part,
Still round them, like visions of yesterday, throng.
As letters some hand hath invisibly traced,
When held to the flame, will steal out on the sight,
So many a feeling, that long seem'd effaced,
The warmth of a meeting like this brings to the light.
And thus, as in memory's bark we shall glide,
To visit the scenes of your boyhood anew,
Though oft we may see, looking down on the tide,
The wreck of full many a hope shining through;
Yet still, as in fancy we point to the flowers,
That once made a garden of all the gay shore,
Deceived for a moment, we'll think them still ours,
And breathe the fresh air of life's morning once more.
So brief our existence, a glimpse, at the most,
Is all we can have of the few we hold dear;
And oft even joy is unheeded and lost,
For want of some heart, that could echo it, near.
Ah, well may we hope, when this short life is gone,
To meet in some world of more permanent bliss,
For a smile, or a grasp of the hand, hastening on,
Is all we enjoy of each other in this.
But, come, the more rare such delights to the heart,
The more we should welcome and bless them the more;
They're ours, when we meet -- they are lost when we part,
Like birds that bring Summer, and fly when 'tis o'er.
Thus circling the cup, hand in hand, ere we drink,
Let Sympathy pledge us, through pleasure, through pain,
That, fast as a feeling but touches one link,
Her magic shall send it direct through the chain.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Goodbyes
Goodbyes are never easy
for you never know
if you will ever meet again
after the hugs and then you are gone.
The memories of your meeting
will live your life through.
You will remember everything
living it repeatedly through.
That last wave as you depart
you hold close to your heart
always hoping for the next time
when you can hold them close again.
Goodbyes are never easy
our glazed eyes tell us so
as we look forward to the next time
and the welcome backs as we go.
8 May 2010
poem by David Harris
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One-Way Good-Bye
I remember so many years
ago bare moment ago.
When I went forth compelled
to secretly say good-bye.
On street corner
cross from bank.
You did not know I was
or why I was bound there.
Watching building as I had
spied magnetic drab building.
Many times journeyed past
daily work’s journey to or throw.
Guessed second floor
you work on.
My heart
breaks anew.
My heart broke
repeatedly
without seeing you.
As minutes passed
ever slowly by.
With all effort
again again I tried.
To make the break.
For the last.
For the last.
Time to say good-bye.
You never knew.
Each time I saw you.
How my pulse heart
missed each reckless beat.
Love I never told
never spoke of
burned ever cruelly;
oh so deep.
Is that you I see
within office window framed?
Moving to and throw.
You do not see me
this as always passes so.
Your working your weekly computer
directing departmental managerial flow.
All those that work close
beside thee I forlorn envy.
Seeing your dazzling beauty daily
which I will never know.
They share your thoughts
your laughter
that I shall never know.
They see you daily
yet love you not.
Oh mercy; soul sought peace;
within worried me;
will not wearied withered grow.
My thoughts; get ever more black;
baked bitter; leech lingering;
hopelessness; will not go.
You see me. Oh my God!
My thoughts; stop impaled;
in tight slotted compulsive track.
You recognize me. Oh my God!
Too late; behind that refuge;
bidding pillar;
I cannot now draw back.
Your eyes meet mine. You see me.
For an electrified moment.
Is it; for the first; the only time?
You see me. Oh my God! My God!
How I shall hence forth suffer.
For this meeting at a compulsive distance.
Will haunt into decades decayed time.
A chance meeting? A chance meeting?
For you is nothing.
Seconds frozen (I only suffer?) .
Will haunt long;
into gentle heart won;
love lost time. You wave smile.
Only your perfect innocent face.
Could light up eternity.
Like that. Light up. My heart.
(Traitor dead within me.
Killed. Self tortured.)
Like that. Such beauty.
Your puzzled?
An eternity.
Slowly my hand is raised.
Slowly answers back.
I’m gone.
Did you upon reflection?
Ever think back?
Upon such chance meeting?
Did you ever think back?
Every time I saw you.
My heart instantly froze
in lonesome frosted place.
Every time I saw you.
It raced tripped froze.
Without own soul forsaken place.
Images of you swam in mists
of tears hour after wrecked hour.
As days wasted waxed away.
Each chance meeting knowing
with coming day nothing
will has passed between us.
Your leaving
windowed ledge;
means nothing;
upon parting.
Leaving without feeling.
Already your thoughts
climb onward
away from fevered mine.
Inward, naked, stripped bare,
while she, moves; ever receding away.
I am alone. In crowds of aloneness.
In crowds; absolute aloneness.
In crowds; condemning heartfelt;
self excluded; exiled aloneness.
I live. I live. I live.
Never craved ray;
of needed warmth;
reaches silently out;
in heart-string comfort.
From thee to mannequin me.
My eyes
avoid avoid
desperately fleetingly;
your burning beauty;
at every turn.
As I try to escape
your presence
imprinted
before mine eyes
branded upon
my very soul.
Heart divided
upon itself
cannot stand.
Black and cold
is bitter blood
that ebbs
between torn
apart halves.
Weeks pasted
shaking; like frail autumn leaf.
Years passed
still there is no heartfelt peace.
All epitaph
leaves have grave ground fallen.
Still there is no heartfelt peace.
Now ring-barked tree
is lost in frozen bitter winter.
Life is stripped bark bare.
Majestic tree is lost in eternal winter.
My life is frozen twisted bare.
In season sap sunk cold chill rain.
I am frozen chill stripped bare.
While years
apart you resort in summer heat.
Burn brown
bare upon resort bright Black Sea beach.
Life embodied
supermodel your eyes smolder summer heat.
Your beauty still flares ever more perfect.
Lit with true inner;
compassionate humane flame.
I still seek retreat.
I still seek retreat.
In your bare legged; summer beauty
your loveless kiss would be;
is a brand upon my cheek.
Across an ocean
from you and more.
I still seek retreat.
An ocean cold
turbulent deep
filled my tears I cried.
During your time of joyous
sweltering summer heat.
In numb frozen;
winter coldness;
I cried. I cried salt tears.
While your body
ever beautiful danced
in summer sensual heat.
In rocky winter I cried.
Frozen upon a fossil beach.
While you danced coupled
in fresh bare summer heat.
Your body is a stunning torture
to see to hear to speak.
Your body is an exquisite torture
to see to hear to speak.
For other men you laugh you speak.
Still. But long ago.
In glacial winter. I fell dead.
In full retreat. Unseen. Unloved.
I feel dead upon crushed snow.
I fell dead; upon bitter; down trodden snow.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Friend's Reunion
With a warm and loving feeling deep in my heart
I welcome you this moment right from the start.
We haven't seen each other for such a long time
I do hope you will appreciate hearing this rhyme.
Many things happened during the long break
it was almost as if our friendship was at stake.
Yet somehow love has found a way to bring us together
I'll never forget this moment and will cherish it forever.
I vaguely remember the time of our last meeting
so please bear with me now this overdue greeting.
Though time hasn't diminished the joy I still feel
being with you is the only moment which is real.
You are the true friend anyone wouldn't like to lose
your presence in my heart and mind I couldn't choose.
Some say that familiarity usually breeds contempt
but our relationship is such that we do not resent.
You need me just as much as I need you
and are with me always - how very true.
We are the lover and beloved and love is our game
of separation and reunion being eternally the same.
poem by George Krokos
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Where Did They Go?
Shocking I do not have
a single one of my original
friends left.
And I want
some of them
back now.
First we left school
and went off to work.
Then we went off to
other jobs or other places.
I do not even know
where most of them are now?
I guess that's why people
have so many old school reunions.
I guess that's why more people
former pupils go to later reunions.
Childhood friends...
It gets really
common
for old friends
to lose touch
even for years!
It gets really
common
to lose touch
forever!
It gets really
common
for old friends
to start dying
one by one!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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That Particular Time
My foundation was rocked my tried and true way to deal was to vanish
My departures were old I stood in the room shaking in my boots
At that particular time love had challenged me to stay
At that particular moment I knew not run away again
That particular month I was ready to investigate with you
At that particular time
We thought a break would be good for four months we sat and vacillated
We thought a small time apart would clear up the doubts that were abounding
At that particular time love encouraged me to wait
At that particular moment it helped me to be patient
That particular month we needed time to marinate in what us meant
Ive always wanted for you what youve wanted for yourself
And yet I wanted to save us high water or hell
And I kept on ignoring the ambivalence you felt
And in the meantime I lost myself
In the meantime I lost myself
Im sorry I lost myself.i am
You knew you needed more time time spent alone with no distraction
You felt you needed to fly solo and high to define what you wanted
At that particular love encouraged me to leave
At that particular moment I knew staying with you meant deserting me
That particular month was harder than youd believe but I still left
At that particular time
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Emotional Tools
some use the brain
the right most of the time
so they can earn a living
u and i, use the left
to sing that song and read a poem
at night
with our special friends
we toast wine
we light candles in the dark
we laugh together
at our shortcomings
we celebrate
anniversaries of our failures
we also remember
our little triumphs
we share our grief and joys
we are together in this
journey of the self
and the world
our brains fail us
and so we begin to resort to the heart
filled with so much emotions
and then we are drained
with so much love and departures
we invoke love
all the gods and goddesses of love and pity
on broken hearts
we surrender and yet we never promise
not to love and fail again
and then we resort to silence
and acceptance
we get used to all these processes of thought and feelings
emotions that burst and subside
we gaze at ourselves
in the mirror
white hairs cover our head
some bald and skinny and
gnarled-looking
and then we finally wish to reach the apex of this journey
murir es descansar
to God, to God, we all go back
HE is home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Cold Cup Of Coffee...
must i know now the
significance of a coffee getting cold
after it is being served
on my table?
how do i not notice time passing?
like a breeze from the sea
because i have been preoccupied
looking at the horizon
anticipating the glory of the
sunrise that
i am waiting for most of my time
having spent
nights on isolated veranda
away from friends
and relatives?
a cold coffee now
that i regret having asked
and just like the rest of
my other coffees
it shall remain as it is
coffee on its brim
returned
untouched.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One
We are the lost
The ones forgotten
And this time
The future is our's
It's in our hands
We're the tear in your eyes
We're the blood in your vains
We're the beat of your heart
We're the sweat on your face
We're the ones that you chase
We're the promise that you made
We're the voice in your head
We're the lies that you said
We're the kids that you pushed away
We are
We are the the lost
The ones forgotten
And this time
The future is our's
It's in our hands
We are one
We're the pride of your lives
We're the light shining deep in your eyes
We're the choice that you made
We're the smile on your face
When you sleep at night
We're the best thing you had
But you left us behind
We're the kids that you pushed away
We are
We are the the lost
The ones forgotten
And this time
The future is our's
It's in our hands
We are one
One
We're the pain that you feel
We're the scars that don't heal
We're the tear in your eyes
We're the reason you cry
We're the voice in your head
We're the lies that you said
We're the best thing you had
But you pushed us away
We are the lost
The ones forgotten
And this time
The future is our's
It's in our hands
We are
We are the lost
The ones forgotten
And we've got nothing to lose
Together we stand up tall
We are one
song performed by by Simple Plan
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RIP The Night Away (Sunrise Reprise Remix)
If it ain't natural, then it ain't real
Ohh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Ohh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
If this was the last joint, that we ever rolled up tight,
I'd want to be with good friends, underneath that open sky,
Play some mellow music, throw our dreams into the fire,
Release all the demons, and our souls are uprising
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
There's nothing in the world like some good times and good vibes
Surrounded with your friends and your family by your side
All the time you spent together going out havin' fun
Doin' the things you do, this life style's got us on the run
Life's too precious every moment make it count
Some days you're on the top some day's you're down and out
This life's a gift, I'm gonna shine my light
So sit back, relax, get high, with us and kick it with us tonight
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the nigh
song performed by by Kottonmouth Kings
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Where Did Those Places Go?
We walked the lanes,
swam the lakes
and met together for lunch-time breaks.
We turned our eyes,
searched the skies
and parted sadly with goodbyes.
Where did those places go?
We danced the waltzes,
listened to Strauss.
We raised the kids.
Then they up and left our house.
Where did those places go?
We picked the clover.
When it was over
we wondered where did all those places go?
Time took them away.
One by one they slipped through our hands.
We could not make them stay.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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What Happens When I Go...
so many times will i watch this
there is no way that i can stop watching this
show of a
beautiful body
when i was about to go, i feel the loss
and the grief is like rain at night
there is no ceasing
of the sounding and pounding of the
pain
i have hesitations of course
i am not the familiar kind that goes into
the house of
the mundane
must i bury myself in the terse tension
under my bed?
i cannot betray what myself has been praying
for
to be free for a while and make the most
of what time is left
and so i go
into the familiar places of the heart
meeting everyone
nurturing the wounds and trying to
erase the scars
when i arrive there i feel the shrinking of
my body
my hands are touching my feet
the door when it closes suddenly becomes
a very tall man
i am looking up
to that artificial light
i am lost again
and defeated
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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