The Rain And The Farm...
i stop after a
morning walk
it is raining and
i take shelter
in the gym of
the old university
i sit on the bench
and watch the rain
and the farm
fog creeps in
and the panoramic
view looks like
a wet chinese
brush painting
the colors
begin to blot
down the frame
i write it here that
i did not cry
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If I Were A Painting
If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portriat I would stand
And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine hand.
Caught in a still life
Surrounded by shadows
And lost in a background of blue
If I were a painting
My price would be pain
And the artist would have to be you.
I imagine the colors
Would all run together
If you ever allowed me to cry
So don't paint the tears
Just let me remember me
Without you in my eyes.
It's only the frame
That holds me together
Or else I would be falling apart
If I were a painting
I wouldn't feel
And you wouldnt be breaking my heart...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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A Place To Sit
Smoochers and snoggers, and resting joggers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Ramblers and walkers, and street hawkers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Mini’s and Roller’s, and lady strollers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Old folk and young folk, and dogs with no folk
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Market traders and cavers, and money savers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Children that play who meet everyday
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Students and teachers, and lay preachers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Loose women and boys the ‘for sale’ toys
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Addicts and dealers, and police squealers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Dogs out for a pee who can’t find a tree
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Drunks in the night who like to fight
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Spray painters and doodlers, and bench abusers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Vandals and hooligans, and booted ruffians
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Demolishers and breakers, and obliterators
never stopped until they destroyed this concrete bench.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Summer Rain
When you stop seeing beauty
You start growing old
The lines on your face
are a map to your soul
When you stop taking chances
You'll stay where you sit
You won't live any longer
But it'll feel like it
I lost myself in the summer rain
I lost myself
I lost myself in the summer rain
In the summer rain
Tequila and Orange
Jamaica and rum
At the Morella
Honey on my tongue
In a small boat on a generous sea
You let me be your enemy
Tiny hand
With a grip on the world
Holding our breath now
Diving for pearls
I lost myself in the summer rain
I lost myself
I lost myself in the summer rain
Just as you find me
Always I will be
A little bit too free
With myself
Just as you find me
Always I will be
A little bit too free
With myself
I lost myself in the summer rain
I lost myself
Now there's no one else
In the summer rain
Raining down
Raining down
Rain
Raining now
Raining now
Just as you find me
Always I will be
A little bit too free
With myself
Just as you find me
Always I will be
A little bit too free
With myself
It's not why you're running
It's where you're going
It's not what you're dreaming
But what you're gonna do
It's not where you're born
It's where you belong
It's not how weak
But what will make you strong
song performed by by U2
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Wet All Over
people are running,
trying to find shelter,
you watch,
you are in the middle of the road
in an island,
and you stop
you do not want to run like anyone of them
you are wet
and it is raining very hard.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Will Walk With You
Cover your heart, put on your mask
Dance with me slowly, is all that I ask
What is the hardest, falling or not
Knowing just where to begin or start
I will walk, I will walk, with you
I will walk with you
Lay down beside me, tell me your dreams
The view from inside is not what it seems
But no one will hurt you, not like before
Your last thread of forgiveness wont reach the door, noooo
I will walk, I will walk, with you
I will walk with you
I will walk, I will walk, with you
I will walk with you
I will walk, I walk with you
Pull up the curtains
Watch the night fall
Who has the answers when nobody calls
Now rely on fury, blame the sun rise last
Cause I was in love with you, but I cant change the past
I will walk, I will walk with you
I will walk with you (with you)
I will walk, I will walk with you
I will walk with you
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Frame of house...
Frame of house, and side walk,
Split at the king car passage.
Watch earful.
Sail routs, away from the land.
Pink tree & hills curtains
Watch from the window
Breath people heads
Hide on the shelter, like snakes, on the shadow sun
Hill's view of miles, park side
See the mallard duck,
feed on lakes & bread
under the oak brunch bad.
One step, two step, go back.
Damn
poem by Luca Menin
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It's Raining Red
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining red
I blasted a hole
Right through my head
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining red
I'm so relieved
I'm finally dead
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining red
I was killed by the lies
I was always fed
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining red
It's over I'm gone
So forget what I said
poem by Cassandra Hooper
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M & M
before breakfast
i like to see the different colors
of m & m
chocolates inside my tongue
so many of them
as i begin to write the different
colors
inside my
early morning
thoughts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Look At Me
look at me, you sit next to the fire place
looking at the reflection of your tired face...
through the window, and you know
i will be home soon because its almost noon
so you sit in the living room
watching the rain poor.
Watching the rain poor
all of a sudden I walk through door
I stand there. Then I say.
I cant do this anymore.
Please. Don't even speak.
Just listen to me. look at me.
I'm lost. I wish I could make the time stop.
So I could find my way and do whats right
I wish I had Barnard's watch. But I don't.
You see I want a life. I do.
I wanna make everything alright.
But how can i fly?
When all you see is paper planes
this morning we argued again
every morning is the just the same.
I know you hate the way we are living.
But can't you see what I am giving?
For you and for me. You want me to give in?
When you look at me, what do you see?
Look at me! You cant even look at me.
that's why you just look at yourself.
Thinking I've failed
your just the same as everyone else
just leave me alone, in my home,
where my heart, is cold.
I don't want no one to hold, just go!
just get out of my chair
get out of my house
and stop pretending you care.
Yes... that's it...
You walk out of my life,
watch me from outside
as I figure, my falling tear
is telling me, I am still here.
You look at me.
poem by Daniel McCann
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This Morning The Rain is Sieving Down
This morning the rain is sieving down
while I drive my motorbike
to town to get a few things
in the shops
and I have to visit the Internet café.
The drops of rain is somewhat blinding
and my leather jacket is nice and hot
and the helmet guards my head,
but my jean is really soaked
and when I stop
it’s a great thunderstorm
with rain pouring down.
People walk with umbrellas
while some
with shopping bags above their heads
run to the nearest shelter
and here and there
a car is waiting for another to pull out
in the full parking aria
and I wish that the rain
will disappear for a while.
poem by Gert Strydom
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To Let You Know
it is raining tonight
there is light inside my room
i sit and watch the darkness outside
there is no moon
there are no stars
there are shadows of trees borrowing light from street lamps
they keep on moving
there are winds coming from the sea
they are blowing a while ago
they just subsided
and then i close the glass windows
i sit and watch and listen like i still want to learn
despite my 48 years here
i still do not know what in essence
is loneliness
how to cope with its grip how to set my self free
the chairs and tables are dusty
outside there is this contrast of coldness and darkness
i read some poems and i begin to write my own
nothing new not that old either
the same feelings the same flow of thoughts like a chain of steel
a rope, a big rope, a long rope
i bind myself again and i look at my side
just near me
there is this brown dog
native and too loyal like your own dog
or any dog for that matter
it is sleeping peacefully as though the world is safe
there is this rain
it does not seem to stop
to let you know, there are also tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Raining In My Heart
Writers: boudleaux bryant & felice bryant
The sun is up, the sky is blue
Thees not a cloud to spoil the view
But its raining
Raining in my heart
The weatherman says fine today
He doesnt know that youve gone away
And its raining
Raining, raining in my heart
Oh, oh mistery, misery
Whats gonna become of me
I tell myself, the blues wont show
But pretty soon all these tears will flow
Raining, raining in my heart
Oh, oh misery, oh misery
Oh, whats gonna become of me
The sun is out, the sky is blue
Theres not a cloud around to spoil the view
But its raining, raining in my heart
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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3: 25 Am
It's pouring rain,
and Miles is on the ol Logitech speakers.
It's 3: 25 AM
Graveyard shift at the shelter...
And it's pouring rain
A girl dances outside,
the dance is one of someone who has lost everything.
It is the dance of someone who has lost themselves,
The dance of complete and total abandon.
Her long wet hair whipping from side to side,
while she grinds against a lamp post.
And it is raining so badly,
that it hurts when it hits your skin.
Still she dances,
Debbie Reynolds,
on PCP.
Her clothing clings to her skeletal frame.
She dances as only the damned who have embraced their damnation can dance.
(there is freedom in that, you know?)
I know this girl,
Crack whore who must have scored good tonight.
Her dance is the misfiring of neurons,
It is the dance of a Central Nervous System on overdrive.
And in my office there are 3 half drunk cups of coffee,
Miles Davis
and view of a young woman dancing in a downpour.
Sometimes the shelter is a good place to be
at 3: 25 AM
on the Graveyard shift
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poem by Brevet Wilson
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A Rain To Remember!
Rain lashed out with lightning and thunder!
For every lightning phone also rang without fail!
It continued till I switched off light and went to bed!
Next day morning some death news due to lightning came!
Storm has dissipated but rain lashed now and then;
It's raining time nothing can stop it from falling!
Today there is complete silence prevailing!
Night is cold and wind has stopped after evening
Yet rain warning is given and is expected for 24 hours!
The summer drought without rain is causing so heavy rain now!
Farming fields without rain crops are waiting for rain
A week's rain at least will make it okay now!
When there is no rain we cry for it and when it is there we don't want
Whether we say this or that rain will do the best it can when it comes!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Wishing For The Sun
Lying on a bed
Flying in my head
Wishing for the sun
Don't let the rain man come
Open up the sky
Stop living in denial
Cut the ropes on me
Feel myself float free
Say hello to the sun when the morning comes
Wave goodbye to the rain, it only brings you pain
Say hello to the sun when the morning comes
We're climbing up the walls
Clutching at your straw
Waving to be seen
Holding on to dreams
Stop living in disguise
Can't cover up my eyes
A new solution's here
Don't watch it disappear
Say hello to the sun when the morning comes
Wave goodbye to the rain, it only brings you pain
Say hello to the sun when the morning comes...
We could always fly into a coloured sky
I think that I've arrived in techni-coloured style
I'm turning upside down, float into the ground
It's alright
Say hello to the sun when the morning comes
Wave goodbye to the rain, it only brings you pain
Say hello to the sun when the morning comes...
song performed by by Feeder
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Shades Of Michaelangelo
A still-life portrait
A view from my window
Touched by innocence
Now fading away
Into a quiet storm
Of the tears of the angels
Falling around me
As Im watching the days
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
With a stroke of love
On the canvas of my soul
Im painting a perfect world
With shades of michaelangelo
With each promise made
In every heart that knows
We can live in a perfect world
In shades of michaelangelo
A seed of hope
Grows in my garden
I feel the earth
Beneath my feet
Running through my mind
Are dreams of a future
Where all of this world
Works in harmony
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
I hear songs of children
Echo in the sky
I hear songs of children
A tomorrow so bright
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Shades Of Michelangelo
A still-life portrait
A view from my window
Touched by innocence
Now fading away
Into a quiet storm
Of the tears of the angels
Falling around me
As I'm watching the days
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
With a stroke of love
On the canvas of my soul
I'm painting a perfect world
With shades of Michaelangelo
With each promise made
In every heart that knows
We can live in a perfect world
in shades of Michaelangelo
A seed of hope
Grows in my garden
I feel the earth
Beneath my feet
Running through my mind
Are dreams of a future
Where all of this world
Works in harmony
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
I hear songs of children
Echo in the sky
I hear songs of children
A tomorrow so bright
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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I Tried To Paint The Canvas
tried hard to paint
the canvas of my life
using the bright colors
in spontaneous strokes
but it rained so hard
outside where i watch
the view of things
to come
rain like tears
erased the picture of
myself
of what i chose
to be
those brighter colors
but it does not really matter
i still like
pastel, or the darker
ones, blue and black.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Write And Write And Cannot Write
I write and write and cannot write
Tiredness overwhelms me
To begin the day at three in the morning is not always wise
Nonetheless I write and write
But I cannot really write
I am just barely typing on-
Perhaps the morning will come soon
And I will wake
But for now I am tired too tired to write.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Let me Rain! ! !
Oh! God,
It is still raining,
And I am still praying.
Not for the rain to stop,
But for the ray of hope -
That rains through the rain.
Let it rain! Let it rain!
Through my panes
Into my pains.
So that,
I shall rain
In the summer.
poem by Rev. Viji Eapen
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