The Light From The Shutters....
do not say a word
write it.
do not disturb the silence
of the corridors
when light comes in trickles
from the shutters of your window
stand still.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tenderly you come
tenderly you come
to touch the locks of hair
that rest there on the pillow
feathered in a dream
i sleep my silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word
you touch my face and line it
up in warmth through glass
that stands there instead of window
sundialed roomed so spacious
i sleep my silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word
you open eyes of a closure
'neath unfaithful sky
to write me there word cloudward
wipe me away or melt
in my sleep silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Write Erase Write Erase
this is what happens to this poem
when you have nothing to write
tonight....write, erase, write, erase
you are waiting
for an inspiration that does not come
you keep on waiting and then something comes
you write it, you think about it, you read it and you find nothing
worth the letter you assign to it
then you erase it and you are honest enough to admit that there is nothing
beautiful
not even a purpose, and then you write the word again, you ponder, there is
nothing worth its existence
there is nothing to grow in that word chosen
you erase it again, you write it and then there is this space of thinking,
what is it? you ask. what is it really?
it is this denial.
this negation of
what you are
that keeps you writing.
you stand by the window. Look out
the road. You see a dog, and it is howling again
to the moon
and to the wrong tree
it is barking.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Note
Please
Don't stand
In the window
Caressing
Those flowers
The deep violet
The purple
And the tender
Milk white petals
Linger
And disturb
The gray silence
Of the evening
poem by Sachin Ketkar
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My Name Is Silence
when i introduced
my name to you
i know i have violated
the code of my
ancestors
i know i have disobeyed
the command of my
father
because silence
cannot be uttered
and uttering it
simply negates its
essence
when you write about
silence
the word begins to
shout
and silence runs away
losing itself
like light blending
with light and then
what you see
is nothing
but itself in invisibility
hiding in its own body
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Do I Write
I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go
I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain
At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down
I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it
I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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It All Trickles Down
Theres a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
Poisons rising. Im up too tight.
I might not be responsible
For the things that I might do.
My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
Bees in my bonnet. stew in juice.
Saut-simmer, shallow-fry
When it all trickles down to you.
It all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down,
From me to you.
My day was rough, dont care about yours.
I put muddy feet on your polished floor.
A goose to cook, a job that im
Well qualified to do.
And it all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down
From me to you.
Would be the one, would be the tea on toast.
Would be the son, would be the holy ghost.
If this is not believable
Then youve just had one too few.
Would be the mad jack to your queen of spades.
A little mac in your burger trade.
One dead-cert consequence --
It all trickles down to you.
And it all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down
From me to you.
Theres a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
Poisons rising. Im up too tight.
I might not be responsible
For the things that I might do.
My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
Bees in my bonnet. stew in juice.
Saut-simmer, shallow-fry
When it all trickles down to you.
It all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down,
From me to you.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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An Afternoon
when they all leave
and you are left all alone by yourself
you reflect upon the shape of the wall
you check if it has gained
a little length
whether it has widened
a few inches
for all the days gone by
unnoticed
you stare upon the walls around you
you check on your nails
you bite one
it tastes salty
there is this bitterness in your heart
you grope for a word
to describe it
in one setting
there is something that screams
you silence it
you stand and close the door and leave
you walk along the silent corridors
you think
what if this darkness goes on and on
what if this bitterness continues
day by day
what if the walls grow to become this big house
and you are inside it
not finding anymore
any door any window
what if?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Trickles
It trickles
It trickles
It trickles red
This night
How weary
The light
This night
How still
How still
And red
The night.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Silence and Echo
solitude
like silence
falls off on the ground
undisturbed waters
transparent
this silence of word
silence of air
this silence
solitude
nobody's longing
breaks against a bricked wall
high
wall like concrete
thick
and heavy
this perfect peace
at times
larynx scream
will wake up the silence
disturb
this constant reverie
sorrow
wants to leave
or silence
wants to play
with the echo
longer
(transl. Annaya Chomczyk)
poem by Dorota Szumilas
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The Rain
(rock the joint)
Me i'm supa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
{singing} i can't stand the rain!
(uh) me i'm supa fly (uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
{singing} i can't stand the rain!
(uh) me i'm supa fly (uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
{singing} i can't stand the rain!
(uh-huh) me i'm supa fly (uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window
When the rain hits my window
I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo
Me and timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle
We so tight, that you get our styles tango
Sway on dosie-do like you loco
{singing} can we get kinky tonight?
Like coco, so-so
You don't wanna play with my yo-yo
I smoke my hydro on the dee-low
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (against my window)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (against my window)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (against my window)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (say what?)
Yeah..
Beep beep, who got the keys to the jeep? v-r-rrrrrrrooooom!
(uh-huh) i'm drivin to the beach
Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh)
Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be)
It be me me me and timothy (me me!)
Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh)
I got the armor-all to shine up the stain
Oh missy, try to maintain
Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky..
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(uh-huh)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (yeah)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh)
{singing} i can't stand the rain!
I feel the wind
Five six seven, eight nine ten
Begin, i sit on hill's like lauryn
Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin
Chill, i got my umbrella
My finger waves be dazed, they fall like humpty
Chumpy, i break up with him before he dump me
To have me yes you lucky
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (against my window)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (what?)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
{singing} 'gainst my window (uh)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (what?)
(like that baby)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?)
(uh-huh, stand the rain)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (what?)
(can you stand the rain?)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?)
(uh-huh, can you stand the rain?)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (what?)
{singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh)
{singing} i can't stand the rain!
{singing} 'gainst my window (huh)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (hmm..)
{singing} 'gainst my window (yo)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat)
{singing} 'gainst my window (break it down baby)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh-huh)
(yeah like that, uh-huh)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! (uh, huh)
(uhh.. misdemeanor)
{singing} i can't stand the rain! ..
{singing} i can't stand the rain! .. * fades out *
song performed by by Missy Elliott
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Sadness Is The Silence That Dare Not Write A Word
SADNESS IS THE SILENCE THAT DARE NOT WRITE A WORD
Sadness is the silence that dares not write a word -
Sadness is the inward pain that aches to be once heard-
Sadness is the nothingness of what one forever is-
Sadness is the emptiness of nothing real to give-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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How Can You Be Lonely?
hear the sounds of footsteps
the ants are moving
pulling their catch
for the day
your cornflake
is tasty,
a spill of milk on
the floor
a lizard comes
down
to drink what
you wasted
a dragonfly
is lost and whirls
around the
flourescent bulb.
turn it off
it is 6 o'clock
there is no
more shadow
there are rays
of light
wanting to
enter the shutters
and the blinds
open them
turn off the light
welcome
this new morning
there is no more
reason to be
lonely
write it. I am
reborn.
write it. I am
a child of God.
I am a happy
child of God.
write it. I am
ready. I am going.
now. Go, go. go.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You and Me in some metaphors of my mind....
you stand
and tower
in such a beautiful
pose like
the sun
radiating
i will be the
silent admiring
green
frog
waiting for
the rain
at night you be
my moon
i will be the marsh
by the river
floating as
your bed
this morning
i will be the
window's shutters
waiting for
the light coming
from your fingers
tonight
be my anticipation
feed me more
of your illusions
for i am a dream
gasping for more
i am this
shortest moment
that is about
to die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Improvisations: Light And Snow: 07
The day opens with the brown light of snowfall
And past the window snowflakes fall and fall.
I sit in my chair all day and work and work
Measuring words against each other.
I open the piano and play a tune
But find it does not say what I feel,
I grow tired of measuring words against each other,
I grow tired of these four walls,
And I think of you, who write me that you have just had a daughter
And named her after your first sweetheart,
And you, who break your heart, far away,
In the confusion and savagery of a long war,
And you who, worn by the bitterness of winter,
Will soon go south.
The snowflakes fall almost straight in the brown light
Past my window,
And a sparrow finds refuge on my window-ledge.
This alone comes to me out of the world outside
As I measure word with word.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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the new light has come from on my jalousie windows
the first thing i do in the morning is write my new poem
borne of the night
too weary to dream
but this poem keeps on stalking
always wanting to be written
write,
stare to space and let that stare linger for a while
like gathering some dust in air
or spraying the air with your shower of thoughts
speak
to yourself
like reminding yourself with words that have become too unfamiliar
because they are not spoken
words too get impatient and jealous
because of unuse
and furious too because of abuse
words too have lives of their own
and even feelings of their own
so you are telling me
be cautious be too patient and considerate
be compassionate
be strong
be happy be prayerful
i write the words again
on the positive side of things
the happier
hopeful categories
i open some shutters
slide some thoughts
inser my gaze and
spread some scrutinies
i am seeing a new light
from the jalousies
it is the soft morning light
and i really like it
i stand still and look
above this room
down to the things
below me
i see people moving
wearing the uniform
to their offices
they go
i almost forget,
it is a working day also for me.
the morning light has enticed me again,
i repeat, my friend, i still like it
here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Write About The Tree
to write about the tree and the sun
how do they ever stand each other?
is it the need? is it the love?
i cannot really write about it.
i always see them there as i sit under the tree's shade.
as i scorch myself under the sun's heat.
i could have written about the unfolding to the red flower
and the wonder of the grass.
i am helpless now.
i am addicted to something else inside the room.
on a dim light. on a warm bed.
do not say a name. do not mention about the shape of
the human body.
yes, it is. and will always be.
the human anatomy speaking about itself.
love is not a word there. it is a view. it is a touch.
it is beyond what is good and what is wrong.
it is the silence. it is the swallowing of what we are.
it is the rubbing of skin. until the universe
ejaculates what it keeps.
until the earth reveals what is in that womb.
it is the unreasoning of life's rules.
it is merely the flow.
nothing else.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The New Light Has Come From On My Jalousie Windows
the first thing i do in the morning is write my new poem
borne of the night
too weary to dream
but this poem keeps on stalking
always wanting to be written
write,
stare to space and let that stare linger for a while
like gathering some dust in air
or spraying the air with your shower of thoughts
speak
to yourself
like reminding yourself with words that have become too unfamiliar
because they are not spoken
words too get impatient and jealous
because of unuse
and furious too because of abuse
words too have lives of their own
and even feelings of their own
so you are telling me
be cautious be too patient and considerate
be compassionate
be strong
be happy be prayerful
i write the words again
on the positive side of things
the happier
hopeful categories
i open some shutters
slide some thoughts
inser my gaze and
spread some scrutinies
i am seeing a new light
from the jalousies
it is the soft morning light
and i really like it
i stand still and look
above this room
down to the things
below me
i see people moving
wearing the uniform
to their offices
they go
i almost forget,
it is a working day also for me.
the morning light has enticed me again,
i repeat, my friend, i still like it
here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My window is no blank surface
My window is no blank surface
but is a bright reflection
of Your light that trickles through to me
as Your interest
from morning twilight
where day and night
penetrate deeper into my life
while I wait upon thoughts coming from You
where every facet of my life now is getting meaning
as Your sharpening, Your forming into a new existence
free from my conceit, my weakness,
where your light, truth and love are going right through me
I know that You bring consciousness
and Your glory, Your splendour is circling out brighter.
[Reference: My venster is ‘n blanke vlak (My window is a blank surface) by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Catastrophe Within Silence
silence as in a room with no sound
but the hard pounding drops of rain against the window
silence as in being in a crowd of people
but no one is paying any attention to you
silence as in the pain that harvests inside
but not a soul is around to help u through it
silence yet another meaning of no commotion
but leaves many oblivious to anything of mention
there is catastrophe within silence
but who are those to even realize it?
not a word against a crowd
or a cry for help
not a simple acknowledgment
or an act speaking an opinion
silence
silence may be the
fear
shock
or agitation
within our world that leaves everyone
speechless
till all that is left is
catastrophe within silence
poem by Erin Sullivan
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My Baby Left Me
(words & music by arthur crudup)
Yes my baby left me,
Never said a word.
Was it something I done,
Something that she heard?
My baby left me,
My baby left me.
My baby even left me,
Never said a word.
Now I stand at my window,
Wring my hands and cry.
I hate to lose that woman,
Hate to say goodbye.
You know she left me,
Yes, she left me.
My baby even left me,
Never said a word.
Baby, one of these mornings,
Lord, it wont be long,
Youll look for me and,
Baby, and daddy hell be gone.
You know you left me,
You know you left me.
My baby even left me,
Never said a word.
Now, I stand at my window,
Wring my hands and moan.
All I know is that
The one I love is gone.
My baby left me,
You know she left me.
My baby even left me,
Never said a word.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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