The Loveless Self...
behind you is the dark
the dark is also in front of you
there is a sound of the
bling bling and the blang blang
and the scenery of the
fling fling and the flong flong
you are confused
and you ask
what are all these?
these should have been understood
by you since
you are not deaf and blind
by all means you are healthy
and perfectly sound
your hands know how to grasp
steel and smooth and ready
all these must never be told
it will serve you right if they are not at all understood
(lest you will die laughing and say
that all these are nothing and do not
serve any purpose at all
all too trivial and do not deserve
the dignities of your responses)
these can never be understood
since no one owns you...
.... loveless self...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Hands Of A Teacher
Optimism,
Optimism perished from the face of my earth
And then you came along, came along and swept me away,
She kissed me, as we stood on the edge,
The night made the day as we made for the bridge
It started raining hard, and I saw we may live to regret
No I never really understood
No I never really understood why,
Because Ive never been given,
Never been given two tries,
No I never really understood,
Understood why...
Pessimism,
Pessimism perished from the face of my earth,
And then you came along, came along and swept me away,
Did you miss me? did you miss me as we walked
Through the pain, attached the chain so you could
See me again
I started asking myself, did I teach you right?
No I never really understood
No I never really understood why,
Because Ive never been given,
Never been given two tries,
No I never really understood,
Understood why...
Understood why...
You came to me, you broke the bonds,
You set me free
And then the love that you promised me
Came a tumblin tumblin tumblin down
Into my hands...
No I never really understood
No I never really understood why,
Because Ive never been given,
Never been given two tries,
No I never really understood,
Understood why...
So teacher teach me...
song performed by by Live
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Understanding is only misunderstanding
When you say
“I understand”
You simply confess
That you are only trying
To understand
And you affirm
To guard against
Misunderstanding
Though this may not be true
In a technical discussion
This is always true
When attempts are made
To evaluate issues
Pertaining to minds and emotions
Let us admit
We have not understood
Any one and
Any of the thought processes
Associated with any individual
How many of us
Have understood our parents?
How many of us
Have understood our spouses?
How many of us
Have understood our brothers
And sisters?
How many of us
Have understood our sons
And daughters?
How many of us
Have understood our customers,
Employers and employees
Bosses and sub-ordinates
More you are confident
About these understandings
More likely
You have misunderstood them
Do not ever claim
That you have
Understood others
As you now understand
That
Understanding is only
Misunderstanding
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Not Understood
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.
Not understood, we gather false impressions
And hug them closer as the years go by;
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;
And thus men rise and fall, and live and die
Not understood.
Not understood! Poor souls with stunted vision
Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision
Are oft impelled 'gainst those who mould the age,
Not understood.
Not understood! The secret springs of action
Which lie beneath the surface and the show,
Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction
We judge our neighbours, and they often go
Not understood.
Not understood! How trifles often change us!
The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight
Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight;
Not understood.
Not understood! How many breasts are aching
For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day
How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away,
Not understood.
O God! that men would see a little clearer,
Or judge less harshly where they cannot see!
O God! that men would draw a little nearer
To one another, -- they'd be nearer Thee,
And understood.
poem by Thomas Bracken
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Love can be understood only ""from the inside,"" as a language can be understood only by someone who speaks it, as a world can be understood only by someone who lives in it.
quote by Robert C. Solomon
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On This Very Morning
On this very morning
I can justify being late
I was locked in traffic
And I couldn't find any holes
I was smiling at the car right next to me
We understood each others pain
But neither of us were moving
On this very morning
I was drinking coffee
With the shine of a million red lights
And the sound of a thousand horns
On this very morning
I understood why I was single
As I looked in the car in front of me
The argument was intense
On this very morning
I was late
I'm sorry
Good-bye
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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It Doesn't Matter What One Does
It doesn't matter what one does,
To prove an intelligent effectiveness.
If an image best marketed,
Is the having of 'bling' and shiny things...
To dangle in front of those most impressed.
With a getting of attention that is addressed.
Regardless...
How disconnected minds are from the rest,
The ones who are adorned...
With sparkling attachments worn,
Will be guaranteed to influence and awe.
No matter if they can speak,
In completed sentences to be understood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Till the last minute
You deserve credits
For you have been connecting ages
I know things of the past,
Long long-ago events
Because of you
I also know that generations ahead
Will come to know about this present
Only with your help
How much I become dependent on you
For the simple reason
That you help me communicate
And make me understood by others
The way I want them to
Understand me
Though I used to feel
I am being understood by others
In the same way
I understand myself
Later, I realised, more often than not,
That they have not understood me,
But, in fact, misunderstood me,
Which I could make out
From the reactions in response
To my communications
I do not know,
Whether I too have been
Misunderstanding others
In the same way
They have been doing me
It is all because of the guises
You can take
You look blue to me
While others see you as red
You smell jasmine to me
While others feel it as
Some other fragrance
To me you look opaque
To them transparent
And so on..
Though shapeless
You can assume thousands of shapes
Oh, my dear mother tongue
When I am going to do away with you
So that I am understood right
And I understand better
I hear you telling something
'Yes, when you breathe your last'
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Not Understood
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.
Not understood, we gather false impressions
And hug them closer as the years go by;
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;
And thus men rise and fall, and live and die
Not understood.
Not understood! Poor souls with stunted vision
Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision
Are oft impelled 'gainst those who mould the age,
Not understood.
Not understood! The secret springs of action
Which lie beneath the surface and the show,
Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction
We judge our neighbours, and they often go
Not understood.
Not understood! How trifles often change us!
The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight
Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight;
Not understood.
Not understood! How many breasts are aching
For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day
How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away,
Not understood.
O God! that men would see a little clearer,
Or judge less harshly where they cannot see!
O God! that men would draw a little nearer
To one another, -- they'd be nearer Thee,
And understood.
poem by James Brunton Stephens
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Bling Bling
CHORUS
Bling,bling...yeah..aweh mi simting,
Bling,bling...emerald cut ring
Bling,bling...yeah..aweh mi simting,
Bling,bling chapparit and ting
Fifty men dead for this golden chain
Each link forged by a poor man's pain
mined from below with sweat & fear
Brought to a shine with a widow's tear
CHORUS
Fifty men dead for this diamond ring
dat takes the shine off the cheap bling thing
Kind a mek you think it no bonafide
Fi wear souvenirs from the men that died
CHORUS
If you really love me then don't buy me a ring
Diamonds & pearls they don't mean anything
All that I want is already here
Sitting by my side, you got nothing to fear
CHORUS
Fifty men dead for this golden band
Underground with a pick in their hand
Cutting dirt where the sun nuh shine
Digging to survive in the man's goldmine
How many dead for this royal crown
This holy shrine we gather round
Worship the dollar, pon your hands & knee
Humbled in the presence of your jewellery
CHORUS
If you really love me then don't buy me a ring
Diamonds & pearls they don't mean anything
All that I want is already here
Sitting by my side, you got nothing to fear
CHORUS.
song performed by by Ub40
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Half an Hour
I never had you, nor will I ever have you
I suppose. A few words, an approach
as in the bar yesterday, and nothing more.
It is, undeniably, a pity. But we who serve Art
sometimes with intensity of mind, and of course only
for a short while, we create pleasure
which almost seems real.
So in the bar the day before yesterday -- the merciful alcohol
was also helping much --
I had a perfectly erotic half-hour.
And it seems to me that you understood,
and stayed somewhat longer on purpose.
This was very necessary. Because
for all the imagination and the wizard alcohol,
I needed to see your lips as well,
I needed to have your body close.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Equality, rightly understood as our founding fathers understood it, leads to liberty and to the emancipation of creative differences; wrongly understood, as it has been so tragically in our time, it leads first to conformity and then to despotism.
quote by Barry Goldwater
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The Hands Of Whom We Love
what i have been writing is simply
the product of
a big distraction
it is like the blind
writing about light
i hear it and i know it
but i cannot clearly see it
and hence
i have never fully understood it
if i understood it
i shall not bother writing about it
this doubt shall make me live to write for more
i have it in my tongue but it slips the moment i want to utter it
behind me are scenes of my rumored true being
i set it aside for a while to describe it in words
but words are too shallow
i cannot bury my feet on them
and so the same things happen
night after night
sleepless after sleepless hands
groping for a dark and elusive fish in space
i submerge into unfathomable madness
do not get me wrong i am sane as the brightest star tonight
but just like it
there is no intimacy
for clarity
there is only beauty at a distance
like the way we wish to hold the hands of whom we love
we long that much but
we do not die.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fractures
time has a healthy bone
on the thigh of history
there are moments of fractures
which cannot be healed by joy
some shadows roam the dark
corners of this world
unable to grasp what is happening
there are hints but not enough
to shift the mind
to the other chasm
the emptiness here cannot be understood
by the age of limestone
the fullness there cannot be anticipated
by hallways
more milestones and temporary triumphs
triumvir
Oh holy Father!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm Not One to Dissect What's Enjoyed
I made an announcement,
Very early in my life
That I was going to write.
No one understood that appetite,
I had for writing.
No one understood it.
But I had to do it to get it done.
No one understood it.
Neither do I still.
I just write.
With a feeding that delights,
A craving that goes unexplained.
Like a desire to be fulfilled.
And I'm not one to dissect what's enjoyed!
What would I then find to nourish...
With such complete love?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Miss Understood
Now that I'm a woman
I'm always dreaming of romance
I'm always dreaming about the perfect man
Who'd take me in his arms and understand, understand me
My name is Miss Understood
I'm just a girl who wants true love like anyone would
I'm Miss Understood
Isn't there a man who understands me?
He picked me up at midnight (Oh)
When all the town was fast asleep
We danced 4 the man in the moon above
Understanding's cheap when U fall in love, fall in love
Just call me Miss Understood
I'm just a girl who wants true love like anyone would
I'm Miss Understood
Isn't there a man who understands me?
I want a lover that can satisfy the hunger of my lonely heart
Gotta have a lover with a PhD in undercover art
Now that I'm a woman
I'm always looking 4 romance (Romance)
I'm always looking 4 the perfect man
Who'd take me in his arms and understand, understand me
Just call me Miss Understood
I'm just a girl who wants true love like anyone would
I'm Miss Understood
Isn't there a man who understands...
Miss Understood
I'm just a girl who wants true love like anyone would
I'm Miss Understood
Isn't there a man who understands...
Miss (Miss, Miss) Understood
I'm just a girl who wants true love like anyone would
I'm Miss Understood
song performed by by Prince
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To Be Understood
Nothing believed comes,
If one should run from it.
And...
Nothing believed comes,
If one is stunned by it.
Nothing is comprehended,
To understand.
And...
Those who become offended,
Often demand...
To be understood.
Observe and listen with a sitting,
Not too many do.
Too many are quick with their lips,
And...
Prove they are rude.
To then to accuse,
Someone to be abusive.
Nothing is comprehended,
To understand.
And...
Those who become offended,
Often demand...
To be understood.
And wounds are never mended.
With a healing recommended...
'Cause...
People wish to brood as they choose.
Nothing is comprehended,
To understand.
And...
Those who are offended,
Often demand...
To be understood.
But they aren't listening,
As they could and they should.
No they're not listening as they should and they could.
And if they listen they would be understood.
No they don't listen to,
Be understood.
No they don't listen like they could and should.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I thought I knew
I Thought I knew I understood you well... As my friend... Not my female friend? I unsderstood you well... As a person... Not a feamle person? I understood you well... As the girl next door... As my class mate... Not as the female you are? I understood you well... As we walked home from school... Not as my female friend? I understood you well... As another person... But, not as someone I liked? I understood you well... Then we became lovers... How could I have misunderstood...sooooooooo! A girl, a woman, a friend, but... A woman who is to be Queen... Boy! did I misunderstand... I bend at the hips in your joy... You are and still remain...Queen...I am hoping this is
not a school bor crush...lili we need to connect it's a must rush...mm
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Tsung We Wie Chiao
the Chinese bard went to
Mountain Tao Tsung Long
wanting an absolution
for his malfunction,
along the grass of Wieng Ywi
his naked feet tried
to feel the vilified
took him forty days to climb
the steep steps of Wong Jeing
Shrine where the goddess of
Shing Jing Tong lives
forty days he fasted too
eating nothing but bitter herbs
and drinking only dew
until he finally died in
Fling Flong Dong
and that is the story of
Tsung We Wie CHiao
nothing much to complicate
for his simple death certificate.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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By passing me you pass yourself
I seek you; you skip me.
I pursue; you elude.
I am page one and you page two,
Our eyes not meeting each other.
Pride in your lips; wet are my eyes.
Having understood of you,
I have understood that
You aren’t yet understood.
Having gone past me,
You have gone past yourself.
06.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Understood
If i ever asked for strength,
God must have given me difficulties,
They made me stronger instead.
Then I understood;
Sometimes He allow illness
So we care for ourselves.
If I ever begged for wisdom,
God must have granted me problems,
I think I hadst to solve.
Then I understood;
Our hearts 're broken,
So we be strong.
When asked for prosperity,
God gave me brain,
I had to think and think o' work.
Then I understood;
We fail other times,
For us to be humble.
In place of Courage,
I was given storms of danger,
Mine was to overcome.
Then I understood;
God might break our spirits,
In time to save our souls.
I called forth for favours,
Instead God made opportunities,
Up my way.
Then I understood;
Our paths 're made longer,
So we won't hit Walls.
I then asked for love,
But God gave me trouble stricken,
People. To help.
Then I understood;
Sometimes God snatch our best,
To make us live longer.
I
Then I understood something,
Happening sometime,
For some seasoned reason...,
II
I remember one time,
I broke my leg.
Now I understand;
God wanted,
Me not to fall in hole.
III
I recall another time,
My short younger brother,
Lost everything from the ground.
Now I understand;
He was to find them on shelves,
IV
When I received nothing I wanted,
God gave me everything I needed,
And that's His perfect work
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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