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The Moth And The Flame In My Own Story

just this morning
i look at you seeing to it that you shall not notice it
to be honest, i look at your legs for they excite me making me a flying bird inside my small dark world
a night of myself

for if you notice, what has it get to do with you
anyway

just this morning i keep an image of your pair of legs
and they will excite me the whole day
as though i am
victorious

i do not wish that you will recompense me for being foolish for being true in loving you
i do not wish to make myself stupid to make you love me
you see
there is this big difference this distance that i have measured and it is so near
to my destruction

and so i keep it simple and segregated
just your legs and my eyes, nothing more and nothing less

beyond this two shortest distance
are the restrained movements

i know, if i go beyond this, i become a moth getting too near
to a flame and then surely i will be burning my wings,
fall to the ground and die

or to be honest with you
i become wingless, and the lizard nearby shall swallow me whole
mercilessly.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hot Legs

(rod stewart)
Whos that knocking on my door
Its gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again coming round for more
Well you can love me tonight if you want
But in the morning make sure youre gone
Im talkin to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school
I love you honey
Gotta most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you dont understand
Im a working man
Gonna need a shot of vitamin e
By the time youre finished with me
Im talking to you
Hot legs, youre an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old
Hes touching sixty four
You got legs right up to your neck
Youre making me a physical wreck
Im talking to you
Hot legs, in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school
Hot legs, youre making me a fool
I love you honey
Hot legs, making your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you honey
Hot legs, youre wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, youre still in school
I love you honey

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Leg

I know your legs are
On the legs of Baali the demon king
I know your legs are
On the head of Bharata your brother
I know your legs are on the
Head of Uddhaba your follower.

You have no leg I heard.
I Know you are present everywhere
Everytime and in everybody.

I do not know what a leg is.
I know the insect has six legs
I know the animal has four legs
I know the bird has two legs.

Your leg is my project paper
I do not know howmany legs you have
I do not know I a leg is.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Little Black Girl

As if stuck in the stark naked reality
I see you wondering totally unclothed
in the nearby park,
walking wobbly on small legs
with huge brown and white eyes
looking inquiring at everything
before you start staring into the distance

and somehow I wish that I could protect
your innocence, your sweet childish sincerity,
that I could make you free
from a world filled with starvation

and could like a butterfly give your wings,
to find your own joys in a world
of beautiful and enjoyable things
but that’s not the way that your live is set to go.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Flying Away?

i like to see the image of a lone bird flying away from me
two steady wings carrying a very light body of blue feathers
a kingfisher flying away against the morning sun
moving nowhere getting farther until it becomes a blue dot
dissolving in the distance that your eyes can no longer see

i sometimes like to think i am that bird flying away
from where i am
because this place is sad and cruel
i like to fly away
to leave everything behind me and then simply forget
and make new beginnings
as easy as that

sometimes however i ask myself:
where shall i go?
nowhere?
just nowhere?
where is nowhere?

just fly away and go
and leave and

then what?
i ask myself these real questions
calling for rational answers
begging
that i be reasonable enough with my life
and the life of others
who also depend
on me

it is not an easy stuff,
just flying away to nowhere and destruct
everything i build here:
a nest, an odor of familiarity,
a sense of home
(though sad and cruel)
a name for myself
a reputation
a family history
an ancestral domain

shall i go then and be foolish?

i am not a bird, i am a man
that is a very serious existence apart from those feathery wishes and dreams
with responsibilities, i have no wings just arms, i have no feathers
but this body

i am not just a bird, i have a soul
and so i decided to stay

with you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Have Long Wanted To Make Love With You

inside your car
i have long wanted to make love with you
but you were so
prim and proper your hands
strict on the steering wheel
and your eyes
looking straight ahead
of the road
beyond us

nothing happens by chance
and nothing happens by chance without your permission
and so i just closed my eyes
(and you did not even notice)
i just imagined love and loving alone in the darkness of my soul
and even inside that fantasy
you were the angel with big wings flying high
like a cloud in the sky
and you look at me as though i am the ant looking for a morsel
of bread under your table)

and then, i learned you want to make love with me too,
and then,
how sad, you said

'you blew your chance baby! '

i could have been more brutish
on an insistence. Foolish me
and hypocrite you.

shall we meet again, this time without chains?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Stopped In The Green Rice Field

they pass me by
and they did not notice

how i stop my walk
and

feasted on the white heron
on tall yellow legs

my eyes in wonder
the beauty without

my spirit has wings
lifted to the flight of the white

wings of that bird,
so light, so swift, so free.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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tonight is a parting of
two legs and the meeting
of another two legs

tonight it is dark
and we shall provide the fire
that gives the heart
a hearth

it will be filled with light
and warmth inside our
armpits and hairs
and sweat

there is no reason to be sad
and be depressed
in a darkness that we do
not make

inside our minds we must
make the sun shine
we must make our own mornings
and clouds and
grassy grounds

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Distance

this distance is killing me
and you confirm it
for it too is killing you and
we mean
that there is something going between us

distance kills but let me have some
bird-lips lots of birds-lips with wings
flying towards you
tonight in our mutual dreams
wet with rain
petals still dewy
warm fingers
and saucy lips

this distance cannot kill us now.
entwined in our dreams
i'll burst like a very ripe plum
to the ground
your mouth opens and catches me
and then
inside that dream you swallow me
whole
digest me
and i become some kind of a sap
running like red corpuscles
all over you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Being two is not a hindrance

You and I are two, made by love as twins,
But not as one that every lover claims.
If we are two, as someone ridicule,
Let we be so as one’s legs too are two.
Legs are two, a pair, and not separate,
But joined at base for a common purpose.
We aren’t two but a pair for a cause,
Joined by a knot like the wedding rings.
By two, legs are stable for the body.
Lovers be two to balance their affairs.
Let us remain two; let the souls walk out.
And join to keep us a pair of love.
As long as two souls are one by a knot,
Being two is not a hindrance for love.
29.10.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Standing Next To You

Take me to a better place.
One more honest.
One more pure.
One that puts me on top of the heavens.
Looking down upon everything and everyone.

Keep me from saving face.
Admitting a terrible mistake that I have made.
To everything and everyone.
Why it can't be a simple dream?
One that you can simply grab out and reach.
And the one standing next to you.
Please guide me to where it is we're suppose go.
Because I just don't know yet if I am going make it.

Take me to a better place.
One more honest.
One more pure.
One that puts me on top of the heavens.
Looking down upon everything and everyone.

Let the existence be true.
Please don't let it fall through.
With hope as my prayer.
Let it take wings.
In place I've never seen and probably will never be.
For a too large a distance divides.
An impenetrable barrier resides.
Only my voice survives.
It glides through a sequence of mazes.
Sometimes I think something gets lost in the translation.
But one way or another.

Take me to a better place.
One more honest.
One more pure.
One that puts me on top of the heavens.
Looking down upon everything and everyone.

Its not any ones fault and I don't blame any of you.
I'll do what is needed.
Not because I have to.
Or in anyway need to.
Without reluctance sometimes still choices are made.
Living among life without life.
The body breaths but does it move.

Take me to a better place.
One more honest.
One more pure.
One that puts me on top of the heavens.
Looking down upon everything and everyone.

Take me to a better place.
One more honest.
One more pure.
One that puts me on top of the heavens.
Looking down upon everything and everyone.

Because right now I'm without you.
Right Now, Right Now, I Am Without You.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Ode to Clothes

Every morning you wait,
clothes, over a chair,
to fill yourself with
my vanity, my love,
my hope, my body.
Barely
risen from sleep,
I relinquish the water,
enter your sleeves,
my legs look for
the hollows of your legs,
and so embraced
by your indefatigable faithfulness
I rise, to tread the grass,
enter poetry,
consider through the windows,
the things,
the men, the women,
the deeds and the fights
go on forming me,
go on making me face things
working my hands,
opening my eyes,
using my mouth,
and so,
clothes,
I too go forming you,
extending your elbows,
snapping your threads,
and so your life expands
in the image of my life.
In the wind
you billow and snap
as if you were my soul,
at bad times
you cling
to my bones,
vacant, for the night,
darkness, sleep
populate with their phantoms
your wings and mine.
I wonder
if one day
a bullet
from the enemy
will leave you stained with my blood
and then
you will die with me
or one day
not quite
so dramatic
but simple,
you will fall ill,
clothes,
with me,
grow old
with me, with my body
and joined
we will enter
the earth.
Because of this
each day
I greet you
with reverence and then
you embrace me and I forget you,
because we are one
and we will go on
facing the wind, in the night,
the streets or the fight,
a single body,
one day, one day, some day, still.

poem by Pablo Neruda
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The Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo

This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer.
Run in a single burst--only event of its kind--
Started by Big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma,
Old Man Kangaroo first, Yellow-Dog Dingo behind.

Kangaroo bounded away, his back-legs working like pistons--
Bounded from morning till dark, twenty-five feet at a bound.
Yellow-Dog Dingo lay like a yellow cloud in the distance--
Much too busy to bark. My! but they covered the ground!

Nobody knows where they went, or followed the track that they flew in,
For that Continent hadn't been given a name.
They ran thirty degrees from Torres Straits to Leeuwin
(Look at the Atlas, please then they ran back as they came.

S'posing you could trot from Adelaide to the Pacific
For an afternoon's run -- half what these gentlemen did--
You would feel rather hot, but your legs would develop terrific,
Yes, my importunate son, you'd be a Marvellous Kid!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Poem about Poetry - Images

the only person who
cares to speak to us
only in images is Divinity

the dazzling sun he
is paying the respect
to each new day
with an illuminatioin
that can lift our spirit up

eyes, he is saying
how unique you are
a creature moulded
and beholden unto you
and unto you only

all the creatures
on land, in the sky, in the sea
he is saying there are
so many ways an idea
can be shaped
for the eyes as well
as for the senses

and the legs, he is saying
there are so many ways
you can run, walk tall
a centipede, a milipede
a snail, a fly, a turtle
four legs, six legs, two legs
a hundred legs, just to
go where you want to be

even the teeth,
there are so many
ways to feel the bite, the pain
the canines, the molars,
incisors, premolars
there are so many ways
you can chew the world up
into pieces, into a paste

and the universes
there are so many ways
you can make things shine
by themselves, by reflection
by refraction, by the water,
by the mist, by the rain
by the diamonds, by
the fireflies, your eyes

and time, there are so
many ways you can have
it measured, let it exist
by the speed of thoughts,
by the speed of the train, rocket
the needles of the clock
a vacuum, a sphere, a cube,
a square, a triangle,
a pyramid, stasis,
buddha's nirvana

a crossworld of images
Divinity talks in all subtleties
in the light a rainbow hides
in the mirage a city not so far away
and in the man, that compass
which will only lead to him

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Beach Side Property

Wow! said the broken californian down
On the beach that used to be by the beach
Town hasnt moved buts getting closer, losing ground
Making better views and close relaxing sounds
Ground sure dont like the way its treated so now
Its moving back to the sea
Plan to hitch a ride with the river
Cuz deep down plumbing life is too cramped for me
I got wood legs and bow legs and no legs at all
Goddamn! would you accept a collect call?
Oh no, I dont understand
I got sore eyes and poor eyes and no eyes at all
Goddamn! would you like to take a fall?
No I dont like this plan
It was a staple of brass tacks and waxed backs
A memo left on the forehead of god
Sent sealed and signed by the saints who sang this song:
Were going union like they say
Well buy the congregation
Then one day, youll find us sitting
In your chairs with big ideas of stocks and shares.

song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Quicksand

I went out one night looking for the sun. I found
An open area, silver patch on the ground.
I sat there, waiting to see the cascading light
Drape all over me when the golden orb took flight.
I wanted to see it rise, but, instead, I sank.
It was slow at first. I didn't notice the Earth yank
Me down to bury me. I didn't notice the sand
Had swallowed my once sprawling legs, my arms, my hands.
When I realized how deep I was, I could not
Believe it. I struggled. I despaired. I was caught
No matter how hard I fought, so what could I do?
I relaxed myself until, fin'lly, I fell through.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Death On Two Legs (Instrumental) (1980-12-08: London, England)

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you breach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money - and you want more
Misguided old mule
With your pigheaded rules
With your narrow-minded cronies who are fools
Of the first division -
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs -
You never had a heart of your own
Kill joy, bad guy
Big talking, small fry
You're just an old barrow-boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me
Can you face me -
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good, are you satisfied
Do you feel like suicide (I think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night
Do you feel good - Feel good
Talk like a big business tycoon
But you're just a hot-air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You're just an overgrown school-boy
Let me tan your hide
A dog with disease
You're king of the 'sleaze'
Put your money where your mouth is Mr. Know all
Was the fin on your back part of the deal ... (shark)
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs -
You never had a heart of your own
(You never did, right from the start)
Insane, you should be put inside
You're a sewer-rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Make yourself null-and-void
Make me feel good
I feel good

song performed by by Queen
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An Exhortation About A Dog

i

the dog that licks my
feet
every morning after
i wake up
does not appeal to my
senses anymore

ii

the dog that licks my feet every morning after i wake up does not appeal to my senses anymore

iii

the dog
that
licks my
feet
every
morning
after
i wake
up
does
not
appeal to
my
senses
anymore

iv

but i must
allow it
still
because it is the law
between
the dog and me
and this
dogged
society

v

and so the dog still
licks my feet
every morning
and at night
i do not ponder about it
anymore
i do not ask
i have no questions
for asking

vi

the dog sleeps with me
at night
in my bed
and spreads her legs like
a spoiled
prostitute
and she is confident
that i cannot kill her
because that is the
law between us
and dogs

vii

and society keeps guard
on this
and if i continue
having this dog's tongue lick
all over my body
and feed her well
and make her a part of my
life
till death do us part
then society
shall have a thousand hands
clapping
for my obedience
and fidelity

viii

my honest neighbor
(who does not want to be mentioned here says
that actually)
she's one kind of a typical
bitch

(and i will neither confirm nor deny
it, but please do not tell
anyone about it)

that is the law.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fill My Eyes

And in the morning when you fill my eyes
I knew that day I couldnt do,
Ahh, no wrong, I couldnt do.
And so my mind begins to memorize
cause time will never seem the same,
Ahh, no more, never again.
Im just a coaster but my wheels wont go,
My legs are weak my heels are low.
Im just a coaster but my wheels wont roll.
Cant make no headway on this road.
Theres an empty space inside me now,
A wasteland deep beneath the snow,
So cold, nothingll grow.
Im just a coaster but my wheels wont go,
My legs are weak my heels are low.
Im just a coaster but my wheels wont roll.
Cant make no headway on this road. what road?
And in the morning when you fill my eyes
I knew that day I couldnt do,
Ahh, no wrong, I couldnt do.

song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Distant Love

Oh my love
the beauty behind your blue eyes
are astonishing.

I go to bed with you on my mind
its pains me distance and time
keeps us apart; i long dearly to be with you.
if only life could have brought us together
so closely, so distance would not be a barrier to our love.

I know love never dies
but if you stop loving me i will die.
Don't let anything take you away from me
'You are my only true love', my dear

The irony of life is that it always
stands in the way of true love.

'Inside i long for you, and the distance
between us an ocean of tears.
Lets there be war and famine,
lightning and darkness,
as long as the day and night remains
so would my love for you never change.'

poem by Ndubuisi Eke
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Body Movements

I have in my arms an inner mechanism,
Yes legs, there is strong realism.
The body movements will remain
Loving our lessons and again.
I have all lesson and learning in this way,
My organs shall respond in a day.
Joys repeat as forces collect,
And the skeleton’s bones will connect
To prove ounces of flesh
Are exactly in this mesh.
My arms and legs and offal
Are in one single way lawful.

poem by Naveed Akram
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