The Lostness Of All Of Us
there were three of us in the room
you could not forget that Meryl look-alike
transvestite (who did not mind your coming) and
this oozing-sex-appeal bra-less (not brainless) law student
who was spongy on the
receptive mode of
a listener,
i sat on a bench wearing my black shirt from Singapore
(perhaps for want of a little sophistication
with the motive of making myself distinct from those
local brands)
this shallow conceit that is
tucking that book in Evidence
earmarked on the subject of judicial notice
you forgot obviously to comb your hair, but the plunging neckline
saved you from
the humiliation of neglect,
upon a little flair for
fashion and
taste but it was sheer honesty
(and i admire you for that)
when you finally declared that
you are lost.
whatever that means, figuratively or literally
i am telling you,
you are never alone in all these.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seen Cleaned and Fed
It is not difficult to leave behind,
Those who do not mentally or spiritually grow.
When one in a higher state of consciousness,
Arrives to that mindset...
It is not a fashion statement made.
Nor a fad to fade when it is replaced.
When a process of growth is progressed...
A change occurs.
Similar to that which is recognized,
Between children wearing diapers.
And adults who wear them too!
Literally and figuratively!
It's in the observation,
That something has leaped...
In both understanding and maturity.
One seeks to cling.
The other wishes to be seen cleaned and fed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Our Love
It's just a look, and it makes the boys quiver.
Yes, it's just the look, and now they remember.
Had they forgotten ... what this all means?
I think they want to forget,
And they hope that this time.
(chorus)
I won't look, i've got other things to do now.
I forgot what it was, i've got to get to work now.
(and they) set an example for us (i see it!).
It can happen to me too.
(and it) didn't make any difference to us (but i)
Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble.
Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble.
Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble.
Forgot the trouble, that's the trouble.
With our love,
With our love,
With our love
They hear the words, such as "you're really special"
(and they) can't face the feeling.
(and they) can't really tell
I look out the window,
(and i) i call that education.
(and i) see all my friends standing out there
(and i) i call that education (sophistication)
(repeat chorus)
Had the forgotten...what this all means?
Things come and go (and i see 'em)
And i wont be neglected (not this time!)
song performed by by Talking Heads
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That Poverty
how can i forget your having to play with hunger at the boulevard
somewhere in the seventies
when the president declared martial law and we were then
scampering for our own safety,
there was this apple vendor whom you entertained
with your stories about the struggle of the lion to be freed
from the cage of ropes saved by the city rat which got lost in the
mountain of trees
and when his mouth gaped to the bright moon
at the boulevard
you took an apple and then we walked away and we took turns
biting the redness of the crunchy fruit,
and then we parted ways and then what i know was that
a man like your face
was shot to death by the oppressors of the city
and your body was buried on the shallow
sand of the river bank and it was your mother who finally came
and reburied you with decency.
i heard, and i could not forget, she did not shed a tear.
i think, i did.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Best Way to Comb the Blonde Hair
Years is the worst unforgivable hairstylist
He cuts my hair short;
shorter than our short story..
He cuts my hair off;
off the last relationship..
Now it's 4 sharp in the afternoon,
i, wooden, seize the comb, wooden.
Mirror does not tell lies
age can only climb high.
the comb runs through my hair
my hair flows through somewhere
more strands of hair are gone..
more worries are born
I forget how I combed hair
back in those years..
A young blonde is coming..
and i gonna ask her this question.
poem by Garland Jodie Jeen
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I admire Meryl Streep and Dustin Hoffman for their sheer dedication to their craft.
quote by Lavrenti Lopes
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5 a.m. Port of Pulawan
the port of pulawan
is insomniac,
it is the meaning of its name,
it does not sleep,
people here, even the children have
deep sunken eyes
like an old deep
well,
when you call a name,
it echoes deep down there and it comes back
to you after
a while, telling you
'there is no water here! '
when you arrive here,
you call a name, and it is the same answer,
like what their eyes
are saying,
in fact, shouting,
you hear it well,
a friend of yours with long hair
disembarked immediately
the sound of arrival faded with the smoke of the
ship,
he is met by your student who flunked the bar this year,
the first time that you notice
that this guy is limping,
she carried a bag full of clothes,
dirty ones from the hospital
her mother has cancer of the lymph nodes
and at terminal stage
she has her only daughter
who drops her samsung tablet on the floor of the boat
nothing is broken,
they invite you for a ride in their old
black car,
you shake your head, you want to wait
somebody is coming,
the one you doubt you love says that she is coming to fetch you.
you want to go back to your way.
The sun shines. The sea is very calm.
The children are now wearing their deep sunken eyes.
Deep dry wells,
running out of water.
Pretty much like
you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Spectator
So utterly pleasing when I watch.
Shapely beings escape their hatch.
Movement with music taken higher.
Form, leg to hip pops the elegant wire.
Swerves the head away while passing by.
Still locked in glance mode that breathing eye.
Dreaming like a drifter of image and flavor.
Sliding on an in-between the most sensual razors.
Appreciate the beauties for their fashion sense.
Hair accentuates in any air lightly or immense.
True spectator vision on an important mission.
To notice and admire loveliness-an everyday attraction.
poem by William Blackman
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Visitor
Honestly?
You asked for my opinion,
And here it is for free!
Anyone can say what they want.
And process what they want to share.
I've learned over the years,
To keep my business to myself...
And not let my business become 'theirs'.
Folks who have a different reality,
That's fine...
It may not be mine.
Wherever their minds are,
That's on them...
I keep my mind away!
I'm not going to stay around anyone,
Making attempts to be accepted...
By choosing right words to say!
I enjoy my life and where it is right now.
And that was a long time coming.
I take my time listening to the birds...
And sometimes with them I'm humming!
I appreciate the little things,
And observe again what was passed by!
When I talk to someone in conversation...
I look them in the eyes.
I don't disrespect anyone with neglect,
By looking away or up to the sky!
That kind of treatment is worse than telling a lie!
And from those kinds of people...
I do my best to hide!
I've learned to have fun,
And sometimes by myself.
I don't have to be in a crowd of folks...
To feel important or laugh at bad jokes.
And honesty comes first with me.
Someone who doesn't give it is instantly dismissed!
I don't waste my time with pretense or self indulgence.
Or kiss up to anyone to be part of someone's clique!
And if I show myself in disguise,
Wearing a mask that does not fit!
I want it known,
I am either not feeling well...
Or around those that are making me sick!
And...
That's not a habit I would normally condone.
That is why affairs like these I'd rather leave alone!
'Oh?
So I take it you are a visitor,
And not from around this area?
I must get back to mingling with my friends.
Thank you for your observations!
You never know...
We might meet again! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A World of Diversity
The world is a spicy pot of diverse races
that exhibits colours pleasant on different faces.
Each race revealing features distinct and unique
of varying hair texture but uniform physique.
Oh yes, you know undoubtedly that I am black.
But still my black heritage does not prestige lack
because my black beauty is revealed in the dark.
Oh yes, you all know that I am Caucasian white,
with my magnificent ocean blue eyes for sight.
I am blonde, brunette and red haired with fair skin light.
Oh yes, you know that I am oriental yellow,
having traits distinct that nature itself did bestow.
We look alike but vary from fellow to fellow.
Oh yes, you know I'm middle-eastern or Indian brown.
I adore my skin tanned and hair black as a crown.
I have a pleasant heritage of Asian renown.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (9 May 2022)
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem
I've been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
been dreamin of gettin away since i dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, No shirt, No problems
Blues what blues..hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems
Ive been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
Wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
Been dreamin of gettin away since I dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues..hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems.
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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My Not So Sorrys...
I'm sorry for calling you at towo in the morning,
I'm sorry for bothering you with my problems,
I'm sorry for telling you how much i hate people,
I'm sorry for hayeing yourgirlfreind,
I'm sorry for yelling at you,
I'm sorry for pulling your hair,
I'm sorry for laughing at you,
I'm sorry for never paying attention,
I''m sorry for skrewing you over,
I'm sorry for not ariving on time,
I'm sorry for making excuses not to talk to you,
I'm sorry for not answering your calls,
As things keep coming to mind...
Here are the five things im really sorry for,
I'm really sorry for stairing,
I'm really sorry for caring,
I'm really sorry for crying,
I'm really sorry for telling you i like you,
And I'm really sorry for making you read this,
But the truth is...I'll never be sorry
I call you at two in the morning becaus your the only one on my mind,
I bother you with my problems because your the only one who listens,
I tell you who I hate because yoy tell me to love,
I hate your girlfreind because she has what i want,
I yell at you because your not mine,
I pull your hair because you make me mad,
I laugh at you because you always say the wrong thing,
I never pay atention because I'm constantly distracted by your eyes,
I skrew you over because I'm afraid of being with you,
I'm never on time because I always have to be pushed,
I make up excuses because I'm afraid of what you'll say,
I dont answer your calls because i know I'll start to cry,
This things came to mind and when i said...
'Was really sorry'...
I really meant...
'Tell me you don't mind that i do this things because...'
I stair at you because your what i see in my dreams,
I care for you because thats all you let me do,
I cry because I'll never be with you,
I told you I liked you bec ause I couldn'n hide it anymore,
And i made you read this so you can fogive me and i can forget you...
Your in my sight...
Your in my evry thought...
Your in my soul, and
Your in my heart...
Now all i need you to be is gone
Because you weren't mine,
Your not mine,
And you'll never be mine,
'I'm just a fool that has finally fallen in love...'
And can finaly say...
'I LOVE YOU SO GOOD BYE...'
poem by Flor Felix
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Coming out is a means of redefining oneself, of claiming membership in a lifestyle and a social order with distinct values. Chief among these values is honesty.
quote by Lance Loud
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Funny
tonight i told her
that i shall be back in her arms
and she is laughing
for surely i cannot be in her arms again
she lost them.
trusting her i do not bother asking
i have no more arms either
though not literally in the strictest sense of the word
but figuratively
i lost them too, somewhere with someone
whom i really love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lost Without Each Other
I ran into your best friend today
Twelve nights since you ran away
I asked about you and she said, can't say, can't say
I'm feeling lonely and it seems to stay
It's been a while since I felt that way
Well, I can tell you there's no room to play this game
All I know is what I'm missing
What I'm missing is your kissing
Are you listening
Don't go, don't go telling me you're alright
There's no room for getting uptight
Don't go saying that you're OK
When you're lonely
Baby, don't go telling me we're over
When you know you're my one and only lover
And I won't go saying that we're OK when we're
Lost without each other
'Cause we're lost without each other
'Cause we're lost without each other
I didn't mean to start the last big fight
You never should have hung up that night
All I want to do is make things right
Make it right
Listen, with all the choices that we chose to make
And all the promises we chose to break
We were busy making big mistakes, yesterday
All I know is what I'm missing
What I'm missing is your kissing
Are you listening
Don't go, don't go telling me you're alright
There's no room for getting uptight
Don't go saying that you're OK
When you're lonely
Baby don't go telling me we're over
When you know you're my one and only lover
And I won't go saying that we're OK when we're
Lost without
I can tell you one thing
We're not better on our own
I'm tired of running from my feelings
Are you listening
All I know is what I'm missing
What I'm missing is your kissing
Are you listening
Don't go, don't go telling me you're alright
There's no room for getting uptight
Don't go saying that you're OK
When you're lonely
Baby, don't go telling me we're over
When you know you're my one and only lover
And I won't go saying that we're OK when we're
Lost without each other
Lost without each other
song performed by by Hanson
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I think the idea of mixing luxury and mass-market fashion is very modern - wearing head-to-toe designer has become a bit passe. It's a new era in fashion - there are no rules. It's all about the individual and personal style, wearing high-end, low-end, classic labels, and up-and-coming designers all together.
quote by Alexander McQueen
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Whatever That Disconnect Is
There is 'something' about honesty,
People unfamiliar with it can not accept.
Maybe it is the unexpected directness of it.
Or...
The coming into contact with it.
And the mind is telling that person...
What is seen done and heard,
Is not for them meant.
'There has to be more to it?
It's too...
Revealing.
Too...
Real.
Too...
Mysterious.'
There is 'something' about honesty,
People unfamiliar with it can not accept.
Maybe it is the unexpected directness of it.
But...
Whatever that disconnect is,
People should prioritize in the doing of their best...
To get to know what being honest means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fashions For Massive Chaos
And now ladies and gentlemen...
What you all have been waiting for.
The highlight of our presentation this evening...
Fashions For Massive Chaos.
Let the strutting up and down the runway,
Begin.
Here we present...
Our after 6 evening wear.
You will notice the evening gowns,
Precisionly stripped from the waist...
To bear both mud and garbage stains.
Makeup and hair?
Courtesy of Dumpster Mix and Drippings.
Thank you, Veronica.
Jeffrey?
Do you mind exposing your bullet proof vest.
Even though it appears,
That the tuxedo is riddled with bullets...
Our own reversible bullet proof vest,
Can be worn to beaches, galas...
And to the local grocery store.
This outfit is very versatile.
And the holster also holds,
Bows and arrows.
Thank you Jeff, Stefan and Mr. Thick.
Next...
Our Spring line up!
Thin is in folks.
And our designers...
As you can see,
Are extremely innovative.
We call this look,
Own Those Bones In That Bag.
Notice, if you will...
How the suspenders hold up,
In very colorful attachments...
To those bones walking inside the bags.
Thin but not distasteful.
Thank you Monica, Less Lee and Sunk'n Mei Cheeks.
Finally...
And what you all have been waiting for.
Our leisure division.
We call this, Beyond Tattoos.
As you notice,
Our models are nude and adorning few tattoos.
The effect of this is to allow all black lighting,
To capture the live sexual performances...
AS the chaos unfolds around the love making.
Incorporating both nudity, sex AND advertising potential.
We see this as a very lucrative marketing choice,
For business owners, and sports enthusiasts alike.
Thank you all for attending.
Oh...I'm overwhelmed!
A standing ovation?
I alone am not desrving of it!
I could not have done this alone.
I have you all to thank so much.
Please stay for refreshments.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disease Of Conceit
Theres a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people struggling tonight with the disease of conceit
Comes right down the highway, straight down the line
Rips into your senses, through your body and your mind
Nothing about it thats sweet
The disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Steps into your room, eats into your soul
Over your senses you have no control
Aint nothing too discreet
About the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceit
Comes right outta nowhere and youre down for the count
From the outside world the pressure will mount
Turn you into a piece of meat
The disease of conceit
Conceit is a disease but the doctors got no cure
They done a lot of research on it but what it is theyre still not sure
Theres a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people seein double tonight from the disease of conceit
If your delusions of grandeur and an evil eye
Give you the idea that youre too good to die
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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You Are Old Now....
...because others had it
you want it too,
you work to have it, work so hard,
connect, have a network
you push
you pull strings,
even at noon,
when the heat is
painful,
(deep within you you do not need it
you can live without it, you are different from all these
ambitious
selfish, power takers)
then, you finally get it
but then, when you prepare to go
dress yourself well, comb your hair,
put some smile in your face,
you finally face the truth that this thing is giving you harm
and never good
this arrogance, and
conceit,
and then, you surrender,
throw away
that which you have worked so hard for
you are old now,
and there is no more time left for you to be
real.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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