The Nature Of Freedom
freedom is
movement, the flying of arms
the winged hands
fish fingers
we look at it from the severance point of view
the possibility of coming back
for another wholeness
is nil
it is the union with another one distinct from us
like a star to grass
like ships without anchor without any definite port to land
like meteors moving to an uncertain destination
freedom is not a wall
never a pillar
it is the wind always the wind no matter how you try to hold it
with your hands
its escape is its nature.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ears in the Turrets Hear
Ears in the turrets hear
Hands grumble on the door,
Eyes in the gables see
The fingers at the locks.
Shall I unbolt or stay
Alone till the day I die
Unseen by stranger-eyes
In this white house?
Hands, hold you poison or grapes?
Beyond this island bound
By a thin sea of flesh
And a bone coast,
The land lies out of sound
And the hills out of mind.
No birds or flying fish
Disturbs this island’s rest.
Ears in this island hear
The wind pass like a fire,
Eyes in this island see
Ships anchor off the bay.
Shall I run to the ships
With the wind in my hair,
Or stay till the day I die
And welcome no sailor?
Ships, hold you poison or grapes?
Hands grumble on the door,
Ships anchor off the bay,
Rain beats the sand and slates.
Shall I let in the stranger,
Shall I welcome the sailor,
Or stay till the day I die?
Hands of the stranger and holds of the ships,
Hold you poison or grapes?
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Freedom Thoughts
freedom of speech
freedom of thought
freedom of being
it all begins
with the deep down
individual spark
that allows the force
of being to be whole
you can't hold the wind
in your hands
but you can feel it
on your faces
has not the wind a soul?
yet it claims no identity!
you are only as free
as what you let go of
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Loving Arms
If you could see me now
The one who said
That he'd rather roam
The one who said
He'd rather be alone
If you could only see me now.
If I could hold you now
Just for a moment
If I could really make you mine
Just for awhile
Turn back the hands of time
If I could only hold you now.
I been too long in the wind
Too long in the rain
Takin' any comfort that I can
Looking back and longing for
The freedom of my chains
And lying in you loving arms again.
If you could hear me now
Singing somewhere in the lonely night
Dreaming of the arms that held me tight
If I could only hold you now.
Ooh I been too long in the wind
Too long in the rain
Takin' any comfort that I can
Looking back and longing for
The freedom of my chains
And lying in your loving arms again
I can almost feel your loving arms again...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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The Phenomenology Of The Sparrow
you have seen a sparrow
on a twig
pulling with its beak
a ripe guava
you have seen how it flies away
after a very short fill
do you feel the freedom of its wings?
do you hear the wind beneath its feathers?
do you wish to capture it on a trap
using a latex sap?
do you wish to catch it with your hands
and feel its softness with your fingers?
when you put it in a cage
is it beautiful
to see it sad and
be not able to fly and to sing
on a beautiful morning?
or is it more beautiful flying with the wind
singing freely its own songs of freedom
rather than be silent
and sad in your very own hands?
have you ever felt
once in your life
that you are a sparrow
too tiny
too soft
too innocent
for another
creature's
cruelty and cunning?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lovin Arms
(words & music by tom jans)
If you could see me now
The one who said that he would rather roam
The one who said hed rather be alone
If you could only see me now
If I could hold you now
Just for a moment, if I could really make you mine
Just for a while turn back the hands of time
If I could only hold you now
cause Ive been too long in the wind
Too long in the rain
Takin any comfort that I can
Looking back and longing for the freedom of my chains
And lying in your lovin arms again
If you could hear me now
Singin somewhere in the lonely night
Dreaming of the arms that hold me tight
If you could only hear me now
cause Ive been too long in the wind
Too long in the rain
Takin any comfort that I can
Looking back and longing for the freedom of my chains
And lying in your lovin arms again
I can almost feel your lovin arms again.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Loving Arms
(jans)
If you could see me now
The one who said that shed rather roam
The one who said shed rather be alone
If you could only see me now
If I could hold you now
Just for a moment if I could make you mine
Just for a while turn back the hands of time
If I could only hold you now
Ive been too long in the wind
Too long in the rain
Taking any comfort that I can
Looking back and a-longing for the freedom of my chains
Lying in your loving arms again
If you could hear me now
Singing somewhere through a lonely night
Dreaming of the arms that held me tight
If you could only hear me now
Ive been too long in the wind
Too long in the rain
Taking any comfort that I can
Looking back and a-longing for the freedom of my chains
Lying in your loving arms again
I wanna be lying in your loving arms again
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Give me space, give me time
It is the hands of time that
Heals.let its hands caress
My weary thoughts. So much
Have been lost in my fingers
Slipping away. I walk down
The road now, to freedom.
Hand in hand with the tree
And twigs. Feeling the
Caresses of the leaves
On the road to my freedom.
Give me space. Let my wholeness
Occupy. I need to expand
My choking life. Give me time.
Give me the healing hands
Of time. Let me sleep on its
Palms. I am throwing my
Hands in the air. I want to fly
Now. Sensational. I must.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Freedom Is…
Freedom…
Freedom…
What is freedom?
It’s a footprint in the sand…
A whisper on the wind.
It’s a thought…
An emotion.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
Freedom is a pot on the stove…
The water in a glass.
It’s a smile on a mouth…
A tear on the cheek.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
Freedom is a breeze in your hair…
The heat in the air.
It’s the heart in your chest…
The veins in your arms.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
What is freedom?
Freedom is what freedom is.
poem by Stacey Stevens
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reedom
what shape is freedom?
a flicker
on the candle in the dark night
the wind blows
and the flicker moves anywhere
the wind goes
freedom?
the strong wind puts the light out
on a single blow
freedom?
the candle knows how to make its own flame
and lets go some of its melting matter
freely flowing its own body
consuming itself
down the drain
to its foot
like tears
the molten drops slide
and solidify
taking some shapes
misconceived
unassigned by us
freedom?
the freedom to take our own shapes
the freedom to consume ourselves
the freedom to be finally
extinguished
freedom.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Last Reminder
i hope i must have told you about a certain story
of the look-out when he first made his way
to the door of freedom when he said finally
when the movie ended:
that he
who holds the money holds the power.
and so my dear, now that i have given you all the money
i have inside my pockets
go
go and be free from my hands and arms
go
go and be yourself with the wind and the sea
do not look back
do you know how Lot's wife was turned to salt
when she looked back?
go and free yourself from me
do not proclaim that love that you have been hiding
go
go and dance under the sun of freedom
leave me
always remember that: now that you hold the money
keep that power
go
i have known you
i have seen the eyes of your greed
go
that place is yours and i shall live in my own place now.
powerless
in the realization that you never loved me.
go
let me keep the pain, do not ever look back
for now
it is my own time to die and be buried in the land of my regrets.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Home To You
Heart is feeling like a sunbeam
In a distant land
I am soaring cross the surface
Coming home to you
You are far away from me
I’m holding like a song
Love song in the tailing wind
Coming home to thee
Sunshine in the window glass
Face in golden light
Planet surface under me
Flying home to you
See the home in hearting sound
See you there for me
Feel the distant starry sky
Sailing home to you
Wind is tugging at the wings
Banking on the breeze
On the back of bird in sky
Soaring home to thee
Bird is flying to the place
Of planet earthing line
Moving to the grounding place
Moving home to you
Landing on the tar place run
Sinking on the land
I am here my beauty one
Coming home to you
Heart is pounding, you are there
On the surface place
Heart is soaring like a bird
Beating home to you
Hand is stretching out to you
You your gentle touch
Feel it burning on my skin
Holding home to you
Arms around me, round me here
Body holding firm
Spirit soaring like a sail
You are here with me
Walking to the home place laughter
Hands in moving rhyme
You are with me, you are here
I am home with you.
poem by Jonathan Drane
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Loving Arms
If you could see me now
The one who said that shes rather roam
The one who said shed rather be alone
If you could only see me now
If I could hold you now
Just for a moment, if I could really make you mine
Just for a while, turn back the hands of time
If I could only hold you now
Chorus:
Ive been too long in the wind
Too long in the rain
Taking any comfort that I can
Looking back and longing for
The freedom of my chains
And lying in your loving arms again
If you could hear me now
Singing somewhere through the lonely nights
Dreaming of the arms that held me tight
If you could only hear me now
Repeat chorus
I can almost feel your loving arms again
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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Song
If my voice dies on land,
take it down to the sea
and leave it on the shore.
Take it down to the sea
and make it captain
of a white man-of-war.
Honor it with
a sailor’s medal:
over its heart an anchor,
and on the anchor a star,
and on the star the wind,
and on the wind a sail!
poem by Rafael Alberti, translated by Mark Strand
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Restless And Freed
there is something in me that cannot be held by love
no matter how gentle are its hands
no matter how careful
love warms me but i escape
love caresses me but i long for more
there is something beyond love
it is not in the sky above
it is down on my feet
the freedom of the dust
the playfulness of the wind
so do not just say you love me
do not be too careful about me
there is something in me that is restless and free
something that you cannot gently hold
there is this wild fire burning
and your love cannot put it off
i long to fly on the wings of my senses
and you can not stop me with your fences
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At Last Uhuru! !
Long ago, was it diagnosed
Yet, to prove it took time.
With a single sentence
I was sentenced to freedom.
Freedom from expecting love
When there was only like
Freedom from seeking a life union
While a day long glance was offered
Freedom from giving so much
To receive so little
Freedom from suspense and anxiety
While away ebbed my confidence
Freedom from grabbing the non-existent
When nothing was the existent
Freedom from building on an illusion, well clad
When reality was a truth, stark naked
Freedom to paddle elsewhere my canoe
and fish my catch.
FREEDOM AT LAST! Uhuru! !
03/05/99
poem by Ike Bismarck Oji
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Winds Of Seasons With Hands Of Hope
i hear the wind
by the wind sound
talking to the waves
with a wind sound
mounted upon the leaves
on the ground
to wind through
and around the leaves proudly
as it runs through me so loudly
and mannered towards me so gladly
to sing a song
by the winds of seasons
as they change in seasons
and cheer in different joy
i feel the wind under me
i can see the sun shine over me
i can walk along the path to sober me
and sleep around the hands on me
to hold me with hands of hope
as all hands do matter
to hold each soul
with hope
today and the days ever
to let the hands of hope
touch my heart
and cleanse me for yet a season
in winds of seasons
opn17082012/2305
'winds of seasons with hands of hope'
'hands of hope' book no.9 of 2012
aug.2012
ntema's unique poetry (nup)
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Freedom
REFRAIN:
BELIEVE IN FREEDOM IN LOVE AND FORTUNE
AND ALL WE NEED IS A PEACE OF HEAVEN
BELIEVE IN FREEDOM IN LOVE AND FORTUNE
AND ALL WE NEED IS A PEACE OF HEAVEN
WE ALL NEED LOVE
FREEDOM, COME ON EVERYBODY
WE ALL NEED LOVE
FREEDOM, LET'S LIVE FOR FREEDOM
WE ALL NEED LOVE
RAP 1:
I DONT KNOW WHAT YOURE BELIEVIN IN
IS IT LOVE OR FORTUNE OR A FIGHT TO WIN
I DON'T KNOW TO WHAT YOU SAY, THIS IS THE THING
IS IT A PEACE OF HEAVEN, THAT MAKES YOU SWING FREEDOM,
IS THE MAGIC WORD THE ONLY THING THAT WILL NEVER HURT PEACE,
LIKE IN A MOVIE SCENE WE TRY TOGETHER AND START TO SCREAM
RAP 2:
YES ! I KNOW YOU WANT SOME MORE
FROM WHAT I SAID, JUST RIGHT BEFORE
SO CLAP YOUR HANDS TO THE BEAT OF THE SOUND
PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR AND BACK TO THE GROUND
I NEVER SAW A JAM LIKE THIS BEFORE
BACK TO THE FRONT AND DOOR TO DOOR
IF YOU WANT SOME MORE, GET ON THE FLOOR
LOVE WILL COME AND THAT'S FOR SURE
REFRAIN:
BELIEVE IN FREEDOM IN LOVE AND FORTUNE
AND ALL WE NEED IS A PEACE OF HEAVEN
BELIEVE IN FREEDOM IN LOVE AND FORTUNE
AND ALL WE NEED IS A PEACE OF HEAVEN
WE ALL NEED LOVE
FREEDOM, COME ON EVERYBODY
WE ALL NEED LOVE
FREEDOM, LET'S LIVE FOR FREEDOM
WE ALL NEED LOVE
RAP 3:
SCREAM AND SCREAM IT OUT OF YOUR SOUL TRY TO ESCAPE
AND GET OUT OF CONTROL GET OUT OF CONTROL
AND SAVE YOUR SOUL STOP THIS VIOLENCE,
SAY NO NO NO NO MORE PAIN,
NO MORE LIES NO MORE PANIC IN THE CHILDRENS EYES FREEDOM,
BELIEVE IT IN TAKE A PEACE OF HEAVEN AND YOU WILL WIN
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Welcome To A Safehouse
this may look like
the house of a dove
for it has but one
pillar
for it has many windows
without an enclosure
it towers above them
almost touching
the hands of the wind
the sounds of cries
are as gentle as the early morning waves
on storms that fail to come
not much words here
just signs and
gazes
this the house of my mind
the doves of my thoughts
on the pillar of
privacy
on the windows of openness
no dogmas here
but freedom.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We hold in our hands, the most precious gift of all Freedom. The freedom to express our art. Our love. The freedom to be who we want to be. We are not going to give that freedom away and no one shall take it from us
quote by Andrew Schneider
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I Dreamed.... (Hands)
i dreamed last night...
and all i could see were hands.
sometimes hard and calloused,
sometimes soft and feminine.
skilled hands, laborer's hands,
loving hands, nurturing hands....
fingers digging in the dirt,
fingers holding a pen.
fingers playing a piano,
fingers unbuttoning blouses.
hands extended, hands gripping the rope,
hands holding the shovel,
hands covered with resin.
hands folded in prayer,
hands balled into fists.
hands stuffed in empty pockets.
hands that define both history,
and destiny!
hands scarred and bruised,
hands covered with age spots.
hands that speak many languages.
hands that know mistakes, and failures.
hands that built fires,
hands that put fires out!
hands that wiped away tears,
that picked up trash,
and revealed souls....
whose hands?
my hands, your hands?
god's hands?
does it really matter?
hands engaged and involved,
in the very act of living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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