The Mad Electrician
i heave
a big sigh
to compose
this,
this is the story
of the death
of a mad
electrician
he electrocuted
himself
and the sad thing is that
nobody
minded.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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if i heave a sigh, what will i do with what i did not heave?
if i heave a sigh
into the air, and i keep some other more inside myself,
unconsumed, unspent,
what will i do with it?
keep it
like a secret in my closed fingers and pretend i am angry
with this clenched fist
when in truth i have nothing
no plan of keeping things that long because my arms
my soon go
into the river and be lost floating like a log from a hill?
i heave a sigh, that is enough relief,
i am emptied of something heavy
in my nose
i become an island losing air
but keeping sand and
stones
to keep my balance with the coconut trees
still
making landmarks to lost directions,
but it is my way of making my senses alive
i heave a sigh
and i want you to really hear it at a very close distance
just you and me
for you to know where i have situated myself
in this vast
nothingness,
i am here, touch me,
i am warm, i am fire,
you have been taking the forms of water
cold, damp,
having the face of the night, where the moon lost its light,
what are you doing to me?
i am taking you but you are the one taking me nowhere
i am lost by your promises
of a raft
i lost track of your waft, and here i am lost again as i
heave a sigh, deeper
this time....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If I Heave A Sigh, What Will I Do With What I Did Not Heave?
if i heave a sigh
into the air, and i keep some other more inside myself,
unconsumed, unspent,
what will i do with it?
keep it
like a secret in my closed fingers and pretend i am angry
with this clenched fist
when in truth i have nothing
no plan of keeping things that long because my arms
my soon go
into the river and be lost floating like a log from a hill?
i heave a sigh, that is enough relief,
i am emptied of something heavy
in my nose
i become an island losing air
but keeping sand and
stones
to keep my balance with the coconut trees
still
making landmarks to lost directions,
but it is my way of making my senses alive
i heave a sigh
and i want you to really hear it at a very close distance
just you and me
for you to know where i have situated myself
in this vast
nothingness,
i am here, touch me,
i am warm, i am fire,
you have been taking the forms of water
cold, damp,
having the face of the night, where the moon lost its light,
what are you doing to me?
i am taking you but you are the one taking me nowhere
i am lost by your promises
of a raft
i lost track of your waft, and here i am lost again as i
heave a sigh, deeper
this time....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What you compose with is neither here nor there, you compose with words, or you compose with stone plants and trees, or you compose with events; the Sheriff's officer, or whatever.
quote by Ian Hamilton Finlay
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A Land Shanty
Sou' sou' east, with the course set fair
Heave ho, me hearties!
On the Geelong road we're cruisin' there
Seven tars with ne'er a care
Heave ho, me hearties!
When up speaks Bill of trouble aft;
But the bos'n grinned and the skipper laughed;
An' 'e sez, 'We'll trust the queer ole craft
Heave ho, me hearties!'
Stuns'ls, mains'ls, all were set
Heave ho, me hearties!
An' the fust mate sez, 'We'll make port yet,
For the seas are smooth, so don't you fret
Heave ho, me hearties!'
But the steersman sez, 'I doubt her feel,
For she ain't responding to the wheel,
An' I got me doubts of 'r starboard keel
But heave ho, me hearties!'
There weren't no sea, tho' thegale was stiff
Heave ho, me hearties!
When this mad ole, bad ole dry land skiff
Is a total loss in 'arf a jiff
Heave ho, me hearties!
'Dry land,' the skipper sez, sez 'e,
'Is a 'ard, 'ard spot; give me the sea.'
An' so in 'ospital, sez we
With a heave ho, me hearties.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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The Earth Sighs
i was the ears that heard earth sigh
i was the mind that sailed the interval
between the heave and the sigh
an ocean of three thousand years
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Happiness Is A Thing Called Joe
It seem like happiness is jus' a thing called Joe
He got a smile that make the lilac wanna grow
He got a way that make the angels heave a sigh
When they know little Joe's passing by
Sometime the cabin gloomy and the table bare
Soon he kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere
Trouble fly away and life is easy go
Does he love me good? That's all I has to know
Seem like happiness is jus' a thing called Joe
(repeat above)
Little Joe
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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But somehow, I felt no inclination to be interested in it in any amateur way, let alone professional, until suddenly I became interested. And the first thing I did was to compose: not play an instrument, but to compose.
quote by Gunther Schuller
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Weak-Minded As Coleridge
WEAK- MINDED AS COLERIDGE
Weak- minded as Coleridge
In Irresolution I write
A Great Plan for tomorrow
Quick lines for tonight.
The hare of the story
Has run out of steam
He writes new words
But is emptied of Dreams.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Heart On A Sleeve
Is there a place for the heart to hide?
I know that place can't be inside.
For I wear my heart right on my sleeve
and feel its sorrow, feel its heave.
The gasp and sigh in rhythm slow
is much too hollow in a rigid tempo.
It does not quicken. It does not race.
I feel as if its lost in space.
I've tried all I can to heal this heart
but I cannot mend what's torn apart.
The best I can hope for is time's release
so its continuous sigh will bring it peace.
There must be a place for the heart to hide.
And if there's not then mine will have died.
A fate worse than death will always be
the heart of a lover whose destiny
is loneliness.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The art of creation, a higher pleasure
To read a story, to listen a song,
To stare at an art are the source of joy.
To write a story, to compose a song,
To carve an art are the peaks of joy joy.
Be a creator, a donor or a lover
to rejoice more than their recipients.
05.03.2001, palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I May Die
It's not strange, not queer,
not a matter to heave a sigh.
I'm very near, near,
near to death, I may die.
Tomorrow's sunlight,
I may not see,
nature's every sight,
won't be with me.
As death is nothing,
but, to cease at once,
stop of breathing,
any hour in trance,
or you may say,
a journey of life,
on a different way,
leaving earthly strife.
Nobody will remember,
except some kins,
I haven't been ever,
their words do that mean.
I'll want to touch,
my child, my loving ones,
whom I love so much.
I shall hear their moans.
The door between death,
and life, I'll knock,
and knock with that faith,
that I can unlock, the lock,
all my cry will be in vain.
I won't be able to tear,
the delicate curtain,
and no mortals will hear,
my body-less pain.
Soon, my soul will soar,
high, high, thru cloud, rain...
leaving everyday chore!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Untitled 9
something is heavy
i cannot lift it myself
on such a tense
situation as this
when everything seems
to be pointing at you
with all disfavor
your sigh
heave it yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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South Australia
In South Australia I was born
Heave away, Haul away
In South Australia 'round Cape Horn
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king
Heave away, Haul away
Haul away oh hear me sing
We're bound for South Australia
As I walked out one morning fair
Heave away, Haul away
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair
We're bound for South Australia
There's just one thing that's on my mind
Heave away, Haul away
That's leaving Nancy Blair behind
We're bound for South Australia
And as we wallop round Cape Horn
Heave away, Haul away
You'll wish to God you've never been born
We're bound for South Australia
song performed by by Pogues
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Man From Pakistan
This man was walking, down by the curb,
He had lost his saddle in the mud.
This guy was crying, tears from his eyes,
Part of his body was paralyzed.
I thought it was a dream.
Strangest thing Ive seen.
Oer and oer and over, til I think I dont exist.
So I went up to him, and asked him what
He was doing, and who he was.
He said his memory had been dilluted,
He said he once was electrocuted.
I thought it was a dream.
Strangest thing Ive seen.
Oer and oer and over, til I think I dont exist.
He said hed come from pakistan,
Where he was beaten by a policeman.
Thats why he walked, a duty crawl.
And acted like he knew it all.
I thought it was a dream.
Strangest thing Ive seen.
Oer and oer and over, til I think I dont exist.
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Sappho
I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh! it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,
Forgetful of forgetfulness,
Resting from care and pain and sorrow
Thro' the long night that knows no morrow;
Living unloved, to die unknown,
Unwept, untended, and alone.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Death of the life
Death is not to be laughed at,
Nor cried at,
Death it is strong,
But will give up,
Death is the soul,
To every living creature,
Death well be in every story,
As life goes on,
Death is more then what we can handle,
But we live to die,
Death well wait,
Till it is yours turn,
Death is now my nightmares,
And in your too,
Do not run from death,
For it well get you worst,
And
Death is forever,
And never.
poem by Anna Reeves
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Its The Same Old Story
M. field / n. oliphant
The same old story
Its as old as the stars above
The same old story
Of a boy and a girl in love
The scenes say more moonlight
The times say more june light
Romances the thing
Two hearts away deep in a dream
The same old story
Its been told much too much before
The same old story
But its worth telling just once more
Its all fun and laughter
They lived ever after in ecstacy
The same old story but its new to me
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Darkness
when you arrive
you caress my hair
and kiss my nape
and i face you
heave a sigh
and send a stare
categorically saying
that i do no like
you anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life of My Death
My only difference
Between life and afterlife
is my death
My only triumph
upon the whole universe
is my death
My only freedom
of thoughts from mind
is my death
My only distinction
from the angels and devils
is my death
My only decision
after all my decisions
is my death
But death is short-lived
and the thing that pleases me
is my death
Life always presents span
and the shortest spanned
is my death
I can grasp everything
but the thing out of my bounds
is my death...
08-03-2008
poem by Usman Hanif
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Death is.....
Death is peaceful
Death is sharp pain in my heart
Death is feeling sadness
Death is deppresion
death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is when i cant think about whats right
Death is a good thing on my behalf
Death started when i gained life
Death is where ill go
Death is near
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
DEATH WILL STOP MY MISERY
poem by Angelique Paniagua
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