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The Lady Who Leaned on The Pillar of The Court

the one who took the shot
must be an artist
he knew how to portray
the state of justice in this country
a sad lady
abandoned by a lover
who murders a maid
and goes into hiding
helped by a powerful dad
and the case is simply left
in the archives
forgotten

i have written a poem for
that sadness
a forced smile
coerced beauty
a leaning that is accompanied
by trembling
that something might fall and
break her into
shattered pieces of
glass
sharp and still vengeful to the
soles of the feet
of the innocent guest
looking for
more names....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Sad This World Of Beauty Might Have Been

How sad this world of beauty might have been
How sad the leaves that do not know the beauty of their own green names
How sad the sound of sadness in its sinking down
How sad when no real sadness makes sadness so real
How sad and less than glad are we all
Savoring our own sadness-

Let it go away
Let it play elsewhere
Let joy and laughter make sadness a forgotten moment
Let joy and laughter even be our song to ourselves
Let's try
A new world is waiting for those capable of writing and listening to a poem
That has not a single note of sadness left in it.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Was A Poem Even God Could Not Understand

THERE WAS A POEM EVEN GOD COULD NOT UNDERSTAND

There was a poem even God could not understand
It was written by the sufferings of the innocent
It had names of pain inscribed inside its every line
When it was read aloud
The screams sounded down the corridors
Of all the abandoned minds of this forsaken planet
It was such a poem
Such such a poem
Even God the One who knows everything
Even God
Could not understand it.
t.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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What Poem Can Be Written/To Break The Silence Of Infinite Sadness?

WHAT POEM CAN BE WRITTEN/ TO BREAK THE SILENCE OF INFINITE SADNESS

What poem can be written
To break the silence of infinite sadness?
An infinite poem?
A sad Poem?
A poem that knows no one’s name
Including my own?
A poem that comes suddenly
Like the freshness of these winter breezes
And sweeps the mind free
Into a new world
Of Light and Dreams
So cold?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The last shot should've killed me
Pour another drink
Let's drink to the last shot
And the blood on the dishes in the sink
Blood inside the coffee cup
Blood on the table top
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot
But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot
I shot blood at the fly on the wall
My heart almost stopped
Hardly there at all
I broke the mirror with my fall
With my fall - fall - fall
Fall - fall - fall
Gimme a double
Give yourself one too
Gimme a short beer
One for you too
And a toast to everything that doesn't move
That doesn't move
But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot
Whiskey, bourbon, vodka and scotch
I don't care what it is you've got
I just want to know that it's my last shot
My last shot
I remember when I quit pretty good
See this here's where I chipped my tooth
I shot a vein in my neck and I coughed up a quaalude
On my last shot
My last shot
But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot

song performed by by Lou Reed
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A Poem Which Makes No Reference To Poetry

A POEM WHICH MAKES NO REFERENCE TO POETRY

A poem which makes no reference to poetry
And does not wonder who and what the poet is-
A poem that makes meanings of life outside the world of its own self- reflection-
A poem that is what life is
In some far and different way-
That poem
Waiting elsewhere
Written by someone else
So great in its beauty
And so powerful in its light
That poem written by someone else
About something I know nothing about
In a way I never dreamed or imagined
That poem is not written by me
And never will be.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Underneath This Smile

What I'm standing on is sinking in
And I don't have a clue how to get off of it
But when I look at you there is hope
It's like you see the sadness in my eyes
You read the blue between the lines
You could be the one to hold me when I wanna cry
Underneath this smile
My world is slowly caving in
All the while
I'm hanging on
Cause that is all I know
Could you be the one to save me
From every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?
I've been hiding out for miles
Underneath this smile
I have walked this earth with broken bones
I've been keeping secrets under all these lights
But when you're around my defenses go
You don't let me run away from you
You don't let me twist and turn the truth
It feels as if I'm naked when you're standing in the room
Underneath this smile
My world is slowly caving in
All the while
I'm hanging on instead of letting go
Could you be the one to save me from every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?
I've been hiding out too long
Underneath this smile
Underneath this smile
Oh, yeah
Underneath this smile
My world is slowly caving in
All the while
I'm hanging on instead of letting go
Could you be the one to save me from every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?
Underneath this smile
Could you be the one to save me from every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?
I've been hiding out for miles
Underneath this
Underneath this
Underneath this smile
What I'm standing on is sinking in

song performed by by Hilary Duff
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More Shall Be Written

how can one really stop writing
when you love
to write when you leave everything suspended
because of the love
of writing
when you are prepared to leave everything you
have
and throw everything in your hands simply because
of this piece
in my mind this idea this thought
has to be written today
immediately

how can one believe that there is nothing to be written
anymore
when what i see are bunches of grapes, those ripe ones
about to fall from the branches
heavy on the vines
when what i see is a cloud heavy with rain
about to fall and burst on the peak of mountains
when what i see
is a tear shaping in your eyes again about to fall
on the slope of your cheeks
or the laughter that you pocket out
the smile hiding somewhere
like a sniper
now wanting to shoot and kill
and you are here
gazing
taking this innocent stroll
my new victim

how insensitive...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Written In The Stars

[shane:]
Stay with me
Dont fall asleep too soon
The angels can wait for a moment
Come real close
Forget the world outside
Tonight were alone
Its finally you and i
It wasnt meant to feel like this
Not without you
[all:]
Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldnt rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
[bryan:]
Dont be afraid
Ill be right by your side
Through the laughter and pain
Together were bound to fly
I wasnt meant to love like this
Not without you
[all:]
Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldnt rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
[mark:]
I made a few mistakes, yeah
[shane:]
Like sometimes we do
[mark:]
Been through lot of heartache
But I made it back to you
[all:]
Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldnt rhyme without you
And when I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
[all:]
When I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldnt rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
[shane:]
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars

song performed by by Westlife
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I Could Have Been....

there are so many things
already that i have forgotten

of which i may remember but always with
regret

i could have been something else other
than a hammer to a nail

i always dream of wings of a hawk
claws of an eagle i still detest

i could have been a cloud, soft and blue and
drifting

all over the world
watching glaciers break and fall and turn into a flood

or water
i could have gone back to where i was once a child
and do swimming in the river with my naked innocent friends

where we do not plan for the day
about what to eat and where to work next and next and next

i could have been so irresponsible and innocent and weak
and die without regret

young and will always be mourned and remembered and then
well oh well just like everything and everyone

being let go and simply be forgotten.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cry

My heart been hurt so much
All because I keep getting closer to you
I will break down easily and
Cry
After you have hurt me
My tears will fall down once in while
Just want to be alone in dark
No one to bother me
I just let this get way to far
I can't stop leaving you alone
My heart want more and more from you, but
You don't care how I feel and break my heart to pieces
I feel like shattered glass
I can't stand up again
Knowing I'm getting near you again,
I'm going break down easy and get hurt
Once again I
Cry
Over you because I'm not realized that
You keep doing it
Cry

poem by Christina Phan
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The Poem About The Poem About The Poem

THE POEM ABOUT THE POEM ABOUT THE POEM

The poem about the poem about the poem
Written in dream
And forgotten in sleep
Comes back to me slowly now
As if it had been away on a long long journey
And is reluctant to come home-

I write it
But it really writes me
And when I try to make sense of what it means
It tells me its ambiguities
Are more important and interesting
Than my clarity-

The poem about the poem about the poem
Written now
May not be a poem about a poem about a poem at all
But may merely be my own playing with words
Which take the place in my life
Of really living-

A poem about a poem about a poem?
Surely this is a mysterious thing
If it exists at all.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Nothing..

This poem is not about love..
This poem is not about pain..
This poem is not about the things i have learned...

This poem is not for the broken hearted..
This poem is not for the ones seeking help..
This poem is not for the depressed...
This poem is for no one,
Because no one can contain nothing...

This poem is not filled with wisdom..
This poem was not written with love...
This poem was not written for a lover nor a brother...

This poem was nothing special...
Not quite remarkable....
But it is nothing because that what it was...
Nothing and it will never be anything...

poem by Jenna Marie
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About A Heart

there's a doubt in my heart
and it's sinking deep inside of me
it's the way that you talk
it's in the way you're touching me
when i look into your eyes
you're a million miles away from me
and there's nothing i can do
there's nothing left to say
you'll break my heart, there's nothing left to say
you'll break my heart,there's nothing i can do
you'll break my heart...
rip it off and watch it fall..
will you go - will you stay
is there any chance for me to keep you here
by my side - or is my fate already sealed
is there anybody else
or am i still the only one
if it's so then i don't care
just waiting for the blow to come
you see, there's nothing i can do
you'll break my heart (in any case) there's nothing left to say
(you'll break my heart...)
rip it off and watch it fall...
you'll break my heart, there's nothing left to say
you'll break my heart,there's nothing i can do
you'll break my heart, rip it off, rip it off
you'll break my heart...

song performed by by Alphaville
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The Last Shot

Last shot sure killed me
Pour another drink
Lets drink to the last shot
And the blood on the dishes in the sink
Blood inside the coffee cup
Blood on the table top
But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
I shot blood at the fly on the wall
My heart almost stopped hardly there at all
I broke the mirror with my fall, with my -
- fall-fall-fall
Fall-fall-fall
Gimme a double, give yourself one two
Gimme a short beer, one for you too
And a toast to everything that doesnt move
That doesnt move
But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
Whiskey, bourbon, vodka and scotch
I dont care what it is youve got
I just want to know that its my last shot
My last shot
I remember when I quit pretty good
See this here, this is where I chipped my tooth
Shot of vein in my neck and I coughed up a quaalude
On my last shot
My last shot
Heres a toast to all thats good
And heres a toast to hate
And heres a toast to toasting and Im not boasting
When I say Im getting straight
When I say Im getting straight
But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot

song performed by by Lou Reed
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Not Every Poem Knows How To Say Its Own Name Properly

NOT EVERY POEM KNOWS HOW TO SAY ITS OWN NAME PROPERLY

Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly-
There are poems that have no name
And poems that are named by others who have not written them-
There are poems whose names make them what they are
And poems whose names contradict and belie them-
Many poems have their first lines as their names
And these poems often are as memorable as one line only-
Great poems and good poems can be nameless
Or can have unforgettable names.

Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly -
Poems are poems are poems
And names are names are names
And sometimes they meet and are one
And live happily ever after-
But there are times when perhaps
They never should have met each other at all.

Poems have their names
And names have their poems
But sometimes they love each other
And truly are one.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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when you read a poem do not expect too much

when you read a poem do not expect too much
from every word

my words too falter and fall short
of strength like the runner who always wins his sprint
and now in his worst state
mourns for his knee
which is broken

my images too wilt like some red roses that
a lover offered once to his true love
but now deserted
and looks at them in the state of dryness

when you read this poem do not therefore expect too much
this is just a sigh
looking for an opening in the crevices of an understanding heart

this poem is just a mirror and you will be the face who must
give your smile
the light from the window shall provide the glimmer

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Youve Forgotten

Youve been passed around from hand to hand
Cast upon the darkest sands
Now youre so confused that you can hardly stand
Forgotten, youve forgotten now youre on the run
Forgotten, youve forgotten
How to live beneath the sun
How to live beneath the sun
Before you left I thought I knew
That you would always need me too
I never thought someday, that Id be telling you
Youve forgotten, youve forgotten
The things you used to feel
Forgotten, youve forgotten
How to smile for real
How to smile for real
And for the changes you have made
Your beauty was the price you paid
All your dreams rose up and then you watched them fade.
Youve forgotten, youve forgotten
Youve forgotten, youve forgotten
The best is always yet to come
The best is always yet to come
The best is always yet to come
And how to live beneath the sun

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Why smile

If its all over why smile
If its going bed why smile
If we never had a chance why smile
If we cant make it work why smile

If things get tense why smile
If thing get dark why smile
If we cant break through why smile
If theres no way out why smile

Why did M.L.K smile when he knew it was over
Why did Malcom X smile before he got shot
Why did Jay Z smile before he made the song cry
Why did My brother smile at me before saying good bye

Why do Nickey smile at me even thou im the worst ____ ever
Why should I smile
Why smile

poem by Daniel Mason
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Cupid's Stupid

A poet is born from a loving man,
A poem is born for every woman,
published in paper are just mere,
off record on heart so many here,
written on with a mysterious ink,
a mixture of love and a missing link,
a painful smile and a joyful cry,
a silent shout or a truthful lie,
blooming hell and a heavenly agony,
wow! what an irony!
a blood emptied heart is filled with love,
a simple word becomes a beatific verse,
yearning for someone is a blissful curse,
darling, sweetheart, my sweet angel Cinderella,
so many names for someone's inamorata,
a lover's chaste is the poem's charity,
like a rain kissed window glass without a clarity,
life goes on beautiful without a warranty,
a newborn lover's heart is the dead poet's society.

poem by Vimal Kumar N
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Upon An Empathy...

upon your sorrow
this glass of silence breaks
its shatters fall upon
the floor of my peace
contaminated by
sharp pieces
my feet tiptoe upon
those empty spaces
avoiding
steps that hurt like
pins and nails

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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