The Little Boy In My Hometown
a little boy
finds the house too crowded
his father beats his
mother in the kitchen
where fish is
grilled
his sisters pull each
other's hair
in the living room
where he wants
to read
his brother breaks the
chair and throws plates
over the window
when no money is
given
it is like the house
is always on fire
and there is not even
a pail of water
and so the little boy
wants to run away
but there is no other
place
as the town is also
too crowded for itself
people are shouting
and beating each other
the park is neither
a peaceful place to
stay as bullies too
overcrowd there
and so the little boy
climbs a tree and
finally
finds a very cool place
to pray.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gary Granada’s definition of a house
A shanty of cartons as walls
Some tin for roof
Several cuttings of tin
And some worn out rubber tires
To keep the tin roofs
In place
Ten persons reside there
Too crowded
Smell of dead fish
Smell of decayed fish
And dried urine
Rodent and human urine
Hotter than the
Temperatures of
An Arizona desert
Patches of wasted wood
Planks of leftovers
Undefined window frames
There is no comfort
Room or living
Room or bed or
Sala
Every floor
Every patch
Is a bed, a room,
A kitchen
All in one
For ten people or more
Is this what you call a house?
Gary Granada is singing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Familiarity With The World, Finally....
no place does not give you a distraction
the sound of the machine that lingers in the air and pierces your ear
it will always be there
the sound of engines
more cruel than thunder
and folding waves of the storms at sea
bigger than houses
shall always meet you straight in the eye
deeper in your mind
there seems to be no peaceful place of the leaves and
grass
where you can rest your body where your soul finds an imaginary
home
where the heart can sleep and dream
there seems to be none
and so you run and run as fast as you can to find it
but the running even if it does not stop
finds no such place
and hopeless then
you rest upon a field of destructive sounds and then begin to
accept them as they are
the mad cry of the baby, the heated exchange of hate between
couples, the war of governments and people,
all these are very real
are becoming spots in your skin
your very own shadow that goes with you everywhere you go
you too, is that sound of anger and despair
this is the world
this is your place
now, you must learn what is this all about
rest your head upon the madness of the crowd
sleep amidst the chaos
this is finally what we call as home
yes, a home in a very crowded mall, in a very narrow path
towards a broken door, that slanted room.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lucky Me
(toby keith/ron reynolds)
I can leave my dirty laundry lyin anywhere
If I dont make my bed its alright, no one ever goes in there
I can fall asleep on the couch and leave the tv on
cause Ive got the whole place to myself
Now that all her things are gone
Lucky me, Ive got room to breathe
With her out of my way, Im not crowded anymore
And finally, Ive got all the space I need to walk the floor
Lucky me
Now Ive got last weeks dishes still piled up in the sink
And lots of time here on my hands to sit around and think
Im better off in this house alone, its a blessing in disguise
And her leavin came along, I know
Right at the perfect time
Lucky me, Ive got room to breathe
With her out of my way, Im not crowded anymore
And finally, Ive got all the space I need to walk the floor
Lucky me
That sure was a close call, someone could have been hurt
Yeah, she could be missin me but thats not what Ive heard and
Lucky me, Ive got room to breathe
With her out of my way, Im not crowded anymore
And finally, Ive got all the space I need to walk the floor
Lucky me
Lucky me, Ive got all the space I need
Lucky me, Ive got room to breathe
Lucky me
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Crowded Room
Across a crowded room
I first set eyes on you
My vision was impaired
Obstructed out of view
By those - faces in a crowded room
Them - bodies in a crowded room
Their - breathing in a crowded room
And their - pushing me out
Down the fire escape
In the crowded room I wont touch too much
I felt the punch of a punch
The language was enough
To send me running etc.
song performed by by Xtc
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The Writ Of Amparo
when you leave this place
everything finds no use for me
the home crumbles into a house
doors lock themselves like silent lips
what can i do with a house or an empty chair?
it loses me and i drift like everyone else
moving from one place to another not finding
the seat of comfort
where is rest? it is not found in the map
there is no church
no cottage
all the people that i meet do not speak
'no english', no word, no syllable
their heads turn, their arms fold,
their feet dusting me out from a lull,
when you leave this place
it will be gone and when you come back
what you will find is the darkness of the sea
deep within its womb of deadly coldness
its unfathomable silence
its cruelty in the depths of sleeplessness...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beat Of Love
This is for the ones
That like to party till dawn
And the beat wont stop
Till the last one drops
And the people wont stay
If the dj dont play
This if for the ones
Who like to really have fun
And the bad girls do
What the bad boys want to
And the good girls dont
And the good guys really want to
But theyre scared
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know but its no place of mine
And that place Ill never be
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know cause my hearts beating fine
Thumpin bumpin
This is for the old
And the new school too
From the beat box sands
To the hip hop waste land
From the house of blues
To the jazzy and the cool
This is for the world
Or wherever you are
On the sun or moon
Or in between those two
You are never too far
To connect with all of us
From which you stand
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know but its no place of mine
And that place Ill never be
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know cause my hearts beating fine
Thumpin bumpin
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know but its no place of mine
And that place Ill never be be
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know cause my hearts beating fine
And it beats on time
This is for the year
And the years to come
So lets celebrate
And let us elevate our fellow mankind
Its purposive love through others
Human waste
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know but its no place of mine
And that place Ill never be
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know cause my hearts beating fine
Thumpin bumpin
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know but its no place of mine
And that place Ill never be be
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know cause my hearts beating fine
And it beats on time
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know but its no place of mine
And that place Ill never be
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know cause my hearts beating fine
Thumpin bumpin
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know but its no place of mine
And that place Ill never be be
Whats the world without a beat of love
I dont know cause my hearts beating fine
And it beats on time
song performed by by En Vogue
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Early Morning Poetry
a gray cat so gentle
sleeping beside my easy chair
soft wind enters the window
from the far mountain
the white silky curtains
by the window
sway to the direction of the wind
a red rose blooms on the side
of the limestone wall
horse grazing on the grassy plain
a white dog runs toward a wooden gate
a car stops on the yard near the veranda of this old house
a brother from far announces his arrival
hot coffee and pancakes on the table
fumes of white rice and smoke from the grilled fish
faint classical Mozart music plays on the cassette
light from the sun penetrating the screen of the dining window
a black and white family picture on top of the family piano
grandpa on his military uniform as mother carries father on her arms
memories flood the room and words keep creeping like worms
i want to say that there are no termites on this house but that would be a lie.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take me to the Heaven's,
Take me to the Heaven's,
Take me to the Heaven's,
That I may regard all Living as a Moment of Love,
Iam taking this House for Glory,
In all Regards,
I take Heaven in my Father's House,
The Shelter is that Dwelling Place,
That I hold no Room for any Conjectures,
Let my Place be a Holy Dwelling,
Let me be free all again,
That I may find Forgiveness in that House.
poem by Abdul Karim
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A Piece Of Myself... And For Myself
people in my place worry about me
why i do not worry about next year
the next planting season after this year's bumpy harvest where every room in the house is filled with corn.
people in my place ask me where shall i live after next year
and you should soon inherit the house that i built for 50 years.
they all worry about me with all those particular items like what shall happen
to the glasses in my cabinet
or the white car in my blue garage
or my gold watch and my silver spoons and my china plates
they worry about my gold fish in my aquarium
who shall feed them when i am no longer home
people worry a lot about me
and i begin sometimes when i get tired listening to all the questions
asking: why me? why do you worry all about me?
i am not even dead yet and have no plans retiring from life's works
like the arts and this
pottery and this poetry
people worry about me
and never about us.
i am tired and all i need is sleep.
and i do not worry at all.
because i know that if i am dead
then i am dead
and i do not ask for more
not even on extended dreams
not even on anything
perhaps they worry about me because they all worry about themselves
perhaps i am their mirror
or perhaps they think that with my behavior
i should not have lived
in the first place.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pray For The Fish
EVERYBODY GATHERED WHERE THE RIVER RUNS WIDER
AT THE EDGE OF TOWN
TO SEE IF THAT EDDIE LEE VAUGHN BAPTISM
WAS REALLY GONNA GO DOWN
FOLKS BET THEIR HARD EARNED MONEY
THAT WATER WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING
THEY SET THE ODDS AT A HUNDRED TO ONE
HIS SOUL WOULDN'T NEVER COME CLEAN
THEN THE PREACHER SAID
PEOPLE TAKE A MOMENT OR TWO
THERE SOMETHING WE NEED TO DO
PRAY FOR THE FISH
THEY WON'T KNOW WHAT'S COMING
WHEN THE SIN STARTS ROLLING OFF THE LIKES OF HIM
LORD BE WITH EM, THEY AIN'T DONE NOTHIN'
PLEASE WONT YOU LEAVE THEM JUST A LITTLE BIT ?A ROOM TO SWIM
PRAY FOR THE FISH
WELL THE PREACHER DUCKED EM UNDER
THAT COOL CLEAR WATER
THEN HE DID IT AGAIN
EDDIE CAME UP YELLING
LORD IN HEAVEN HALLEAUH!
I'M A BRAND NEW MAN
WELL THE WATER GOT TO BUBBLING
SKY GOT TO RUMBLING
AND THE THUNDER BACKED UP THE CHOIR
THE FISH STARTED JUMPIN'
IT WAS LIKE THEY WAS SWIMMIN'
IN A LAKE OF FIRE
THEN EDDIE'S MOMMA STEPPED OUT OF THE CROWD
AND STARTED YELLING OUT LOUD
PRAY FOR THE FISH
THEY WON'T KNOW WHAT'S COMING
WHEN THE SIN STARTS ROLLING
OFF THE LIKES OF HIM
LORD BE WITH' EM
THEY AIN'T DONE NOTHING
PLEASE WONT YOU LEAVE ?EM
JUST A LITTLE BIT ?A ROOM TO SWIM
PRAY FOR THE FISH
HE SAID EVERYBODY CROSS YOUR FINGERS
FOLD YOUR HANDS
PRAY FOR OLE' EDDIE
BUT BEFORE WE SAY AMEN
PRAY FOR THE FISH
LORD BE WITH ?EM
THEY AINT DONE NOTHIN'
PLEASE WONT YOU LEAVE ?EM
JUST A LITTLE BIT ?A ROOM TO SWIM
PRAY FOR THE FISH
LORD PRAY FOR THE FISH
song performed by by Randy Travis
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The house she refers to
She first told me of this house when I was a child
She wrote it in her documents and filed
A house so wild
Where the people are very cold
A house like a wrestling hold
Everyone scrambling for gold
There are murmurs and calls for hate
Which spreads amongst the offspring they procreate
To go and lie in wait
Until they receive orders to fire
At anyone who aims higher
So that they get what they require
She documents a house of takers
Wanting to acquire acres
Which they are not the makers
She documents a house of doom
Where deception is a costume
And aversion is spread from a control room
She documents a house of pain
Where there is nothing to gain
And says to me again and again
Beware and tread with care
For there are fumes of hate in the air
This she makes me aware
She tells me of this house each day
So I would not be lead astray
What then can I say
Before the bee stings
I would pray for certain things
One is for God to carry me on a pair of wings
To fly me on a fast pace
To a new place
Where He would put a smile on my face
A place of joy and peace
poem by Mark Nyamekye Boadi
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Peaceful And Warm
I went driving through my old hometown
It was Thursday the bright sun on the horizon
I was surprised to see no one had burned it down
It seemed so peaceful and warm
Floods of memories came back to me
All the things we got away with when we were younger
And I felt kind of like a refugee
Like a scattered pile of leaves in a storm
Peaceful memory like lights on a Christmas tree
Every hometown should be peaceful and warm
Every father mother sister brother friend of the family
Peaceful and warm
Somehow now and then didn't seem to blend
'Till a farmer plowing his field waved hello
Another working man doing the best he can
I hope he is peaceful and warm
Peaceful memory plows in the green field sea
Every hometown should be peaceful and warm
Every father mother sister brother friend of the family
Peaceful and warm
On the Kansas banks of the Muddy Mo'
I threw rocks in the river and dreamed of running away
In a wind of change only a father knows
In a world so hectic so cold
I guess my old hometown's kinda dead and gone
Miss the sign on I-29 and you blow right by
But it's a place I can go remember where I come from
It will help me keep me peaceful and warm
Peaceful memory the only thing that's free
Take them and try to be peaceful and warm
Every father mother sister brother friend of the family
Peaceful peaceful and warm
song performed by by Kansas
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Same Place, Same Time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
The coffee’s hot
And the company is good
Conversation flows, as it should
A joke or two
And when all is said and done
We’re right back to where we begun
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
These crowded streets
I balance tight roped on the curb
Car screeches past, a scream is heard
De ja vu
Yes I’ve been here before
Time moves slowly as traffic stalls
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Break
It was good
You were sublime
I’m so glad that we spent the time
Time is short
What we have is rare
Love is oxygen with you there
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Copyright 2006 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
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Complicated Lifestyle.
a man's life is simple.
he has a routine, like this: house, office, house.
he gets bored, adds another place,
like house, office, park, mall, house,
waste of money, but a little interesting, he adds more
a friend's house, another house where he can be intimate with someone,
then sex, and games and romance and betrayal and use and sue and
lots of booze,
he retreats back to house, office, house,
but it is not the same again.
he sins, feels so broke, and
to a certain extent
attempts at suicide.
sad, but it can happen to you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burning Down The Hosue
Watch out you might get what you're after
Cool babies strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Hold tight wait till the party's over
Hold tight We're in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Here's your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin' overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire
All wet hey you might need a raincoat
Shape down Dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house
It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work baby what did you except
Gonna burst into flame
My house S'out of the ordinary
That's right Don't want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house
No visible means of support and you have not seen nothing yet
Everything's stuck together
I don't know what you expect staring into your TV set
Fighting fire with fire
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Hell In House
It's Friday morning
i wake up from my death
i star scream
because i saw blood in the floor
i put my t-shirt and my shoes
and i got from house i got away from
I want to get away from this
to get away from my hell the hell of house
is the most dangerous place
i start to scream
i get away from this hole
i get away from house (house)
i run away from this street
this town
i start to get away from this life and rest in peace
i wish i have and one more chance
I want to get away from this
to get away from my hell the hell of house
is the most dangerous place
and now i wish
i want a really want
to trade this life from an another (another, another)
another place another year another country
please i don't want this!
I want to get away from this
to get away from my hell the hell of house
is the most dangerous place
poem by Sp9ke Draco
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An Ode To Marital Music
without you i know i will die
like a water bag ousted of
all its water
without you i know i will be
empty and disturbed and
lost like a child deprived
of its mother
without you i will not be
myself anymore i will just
be the ordinary man
on the street
stripped of a name and
robbed of my chosen
identity
without you i am a nobody
and people will no longer
know my name
without you i will have no place
to go without you i will be
without a house and a car
and all that i have will
be surrendered to you
..... i am happy, without you
i am still me. i am glad that all these
may finally be so unreal
that this is
just a very lousy poem from
me to you.
Be happy. I have decided
finally to take a break, and possibly
i will not be coming back.
p.s.
please read my note
under our marital bed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burning Down The House (album Version) (feat. The Cardigans)
Watch out you might get what youre after
cool babies strange but not a stranger
i'm an ordinary guy
burning down the house
hold tight wait till the party's over
hold tight we're in for nasty weather
there has got to be a way
burning down the house
here's your ticket pack your back: time for jumpin' overboard
the transportations here
close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
fightin' fire with fire
all wet hey you might need a raincoat
shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight
three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
burning down the house
it was once upon a place sometimes i listen to myself
gonne come in first place
people on their way to work baby what did you expect
gonna burst into flame
my house s'out of the ordinary
that's might don't want to hurt nobody
something sure can sweep me off my feet
burning down the house
no visible means of support and you have not seen nothing yet
everythings stuck together
i don't know what you expect starring into the tv set
fighting fire with fire
song performed by by Tom Jones
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The Sea Is Very Calm This Morning
the sea is very calm this morning
the talisay leaves are not disturbed by the breeze
my mama is sitting on a bench
combing her long hair
saying nothing
under a tree
beside our little nipa hut
facing the horizon
on the other side is a big house
whose iron gate is painted red
a big man comes out
rushing as though
he is chasing someone
holding a stick on his hand
shouting at the child
playing with my small brother
inside the yard
of our house
the child of that man is frightened
and runs as fast as he can
back to their house
his father catches him
beating his legs
with the stick on his
right hand
i can still hear the cry of that frightened child
from the very beating of his own papa
what a mess!
i could have told you once again about the peace
and the calm and the quiet of the sea on a morning like this
but it is not true anymore
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burning Down The House
Watch out you might get what youre after
Cool babies strange but not a stranger
Im an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Hold tight wait till the partys over
Hold tight were in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Heres your ticket pack your back: time for jumpin overboard
The transportations here
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
Fightin fire with fire
All wet hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house
It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonne come in first place
People on their way to work baby what did you expect
Gonna burst into flame
My house sout of the ordinary
Thats might dont want to hurt nobody
Something sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house
No visible means of support and you have not seen nothing yet
Everythings stuck together
I dont know what you expect starring into the tv set
Fighting fire with fire
song performed by by Tom Jones
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