The Silent Old Woman
she is unthinkable
i still think so
for in her hands
lies the bomb that
she may throw
at her enemies
yet she didn't
she stays in the house
reciting the prayers
offered for
her dead ancestors
when she opens the window
it is because she likes light to filter
warmth between the fibers
of her orange curtains
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Under Cover of Night
To slip into your shadow under cover of night.
To follow your footsteps, your shadow at the window.
That shadow at the window is you and no one else;
it's you.
Do not open that window behind whose curtains you're moving.
Shut your eyes.
I'd like to shut them with my lips.
But the window opens and the breeze, the breeze
which strangely balances flame and flag surrounds my escape
with its cloak.
The window opens: it's not you.
I knew it all along.
poem by Robert Desnos
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Gas Panic!
What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain
And in me he starts to confide
That my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
My eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
And if there's a god would he give another chancer
An hour to sing for his soul
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Then you get on your knees and you better pray
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
song performed by by Oasis from Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants
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A Window Of Opportunity
In every life occasionally
a window opens before us,
a window of opportunity.
It may not be a window to money,
but a window to more friends.
When we pass through it could lead us
to friends in many lands.
So the next time a window opens
just walk on through
you’ll never know
what lies beyond it there.
It could open
to the greatest treasure there,
love and friendship
just for you.
poem by David Harris
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An Anode Will Discharge
Your window
was very small.
Why did not you throw the dice?
Walk away
without a want?
I had no courage
to tell the lies,
to hold the secrets
of brave tears,
which failed to live in red-bricked house.
And a naked womb
protecting the fetus
from scars and curtains,
will find a anointed bed to sleep for eternity,
for delivering, a new star.
An anode will discharge
on a galactic light,
a message of the hungry
birds of prey.
Death wants its share of flesh.
poem by Satish Verma
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No Attachments
the room where you sleep
does not take hold of you
your bed cannot be part of your skin
and your windows are nothing but
the ordinary closing and opening
of your day
you like a door that opens
to nowhere
you have diamonds in your hands
you spread them
in the garden and you see
how they all glitter for a while
darkness folds and
light of another day opens
you take a walk and whistle
you don't remember the color of the blanket
you forget what warmth was there on that bed
you do not care whether the windows are closed or open
you move to another house
and tell your stories all over again
there is no blink in your eyes
there is no stammering in your tongue
you do not tell them what you love
there are no hands too familiar to hold you back
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Secrets Of The Loving Person
the room where you sleep
does not take hold of you
your bed cannot be part of your skin
and your windows are nothing but
the ordinary closing and opening
of your day
you like a door that opens
to nowhere
you have diamonds in your hands
you spread them
in the garden and you see
how they all glitter for a while
darkness folds and
light of another day opens
you take a walk and whistle
you don't remember the color of the blanket
you forget what warmth was there on that bed
you do not care whether the windows are closed or open
you move to another house
and tell your stories all over again
there is no blink in your eyes
there is no stammering in your tongue
you do not tell them what you love
there are no hands too familiar to hold you back
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Turtle Thrown Into The River
they come to the house today
mother and son
the father who is so angry merely stays in their house
it is all about his wife filing a petition for annulment
of their 20 year-old marriage
she tells all the lies about his being happy-go-lucky
unmindful of her miseries
his drunkeness his womanizing his having no income at all
and he cries foul
that all these are not true
that he is psychologically incapacitated
the truth is
that he does not love her anymore
that she too is having an affair with an american who is financing the petition for annulment
who is now sleeping with her in their marital bed
i told him as he seeks my advice
admit all her lies and swallow all her false allegations
let her throw you away
as you too would like her to be thrown away to hell
let her throw the turtle with her two hands to the river
and then let her see how the turtle swims and sings to the comforts of its flow
the way they both want their lives to go and be free at last
from their mutual disappointments and hatred
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Clockwork Creep
Im a clockwork creep
And I cant get to sleep
They wind me up and let me go
And I cant unwind
Going out of my mind
My time is coming soon you know
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Im a jumbo jet
With a brand new set
Of passengers and bags and crew
Ill spread my wings -
Do a thousand things
To prove how good I am to you
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Meanwhile in the cargo of escargot
The temperature is rising
Advertising that our time is running
Down, down, down, down, down
Oh with just one minute to live
Oh, no youll never get me up in one of these again
'cos what goes up must come
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Oh, the gravity of the situation
Its only my willpower
That keeps this thing in operation
But were gonna crash thats for certain
The pilot is too busy flirtin
And he aint aware
That theres a bomb down there
And if he dont do something its curtains
Now just hold on,
Said the little bomb,
If you were just to hold my hands
Then time would stop
The plot would flop
And jumbo would be safe to land
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
My landings are the envy
Of sabena and pan am
From chattanooga to japan
I taxi through the airways -
What a swell little plane
What a fine little plane
What a great little plane
I am
Hang on one sec
Im a clockwork wreck
And though my fuse is burning slow
Must keep my date to detonate
Goodbye, ta ta, and cheerio
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a.........
song performed by by 10 Cc
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memories of Sol
sol, sun, light, brightness, warmth,
parasol, black canopy, above my head
your hands hold
my protection your fingers at the pole's end
sol, cheers, and laughter
and thoughts and greetings of the past
to the uncertainties of the future
sol, sun, light, and then orange and red
and gray and lights out.
it was another declaration
of death, little things you remember
but soon you forget
because the morning with a new sun
as another white orchid blooms by the window
is so beautiful to the pleasure of the eyes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How to make your wishes come true
She liked white and had not said a word yet
On her tenth birthday
she stood on the red steps
of the red opera house
-the red opera house on the north side of Sydney Harbour
almost opposite the white opera house
She scattered orange petals, yellow petals, green leaves and spoke
in a light blue voice
A bird of navy blue pink and gold feathers stood by her. Was this the grateful bird? Purple gold and white danced
She said
white stillness, pure gold, purple wonder, gold strength, pink joy, pink infinity, navy blue now, strong indigo blue, light blue fountain, the green first reason, compassionate orange, endless yellow,
royal red, single red, free orange, free yellow, green depth as clear as crystal, all attractive light blue, strong indigo blue, strong navy blue, pink wishes, gold compassion, compassionate purple,
gold of golds, of creativity, white of whites, gold truth, purple mentor, funny gold, pink friend of children, navy blue of nature,
indigo blue knowledge, light blue song of nature, green creation, yellow in senses, orange guide, red way, red inspirer, orange giver, yellow help, dazzling green, light blue of the delicate, with indigo blue eyes, navy blue good, with pink kind eyes, golden hair, golden complexion, purple complexion, gold warmth, of white space, white and gold love, of all purple knowledge, gold presence, pink in thunder and storms, navy blue pleasure, indigo blue beauty,
light blue lines, all attractive green, of yellow stirring music, of orange, red refuge, clear red, orange orange, yellow yellow, with green giving hands, of green, light blue truth, indigo blue essence, navy blue sparkle, pink with gold, purple guide, gold here, here white, white is the sun with penetrating vision, purple and golden constant winner, gold reach, of all pink, infinite navy blue, indigo blue knowledge, light blue care, deep green in greens, orange truth, dedicated to yellow, red peace, red glory, orange beauty, yellow, of green and light blue evenings, handsome indigo blue, intelligent navy blue, pink of pinks, of gold golds, purple purple, gold friend,
openness, formless white and gold, prevailing purple, efficient purple, purple origin, purple form, gold and permanent pink, navy blue belief, indigo blue blue, dense green, orange, yellow, red friend, red
and fell silent
Are the colours telling us that reciting the girl's words could make all our wishes come true? What else do red orange yellow green light blue indigo blue navy blue pink gold purple gold white know?
Today is a Monday
poem by Bhupen Thakker
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i do beleive in God
there may be doubts
like pebbles along the path towards a house
there may be darkness
at the end of day
but there is still a candle to light
a gas lamp by the side
of the door
outside the house covered by a glass
you see how even during the storm
through the window
transparent on the curtains
there is still this flickering light
despite the wind
even in my sleep my nightmares
faith still glistens
like a distant star
amen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When The Lord Closes The Door
(kinky friedman & jeff shelby)
When i find myself alone in my house and in my head
And i blow the candles out and i take myself to bed
And i'm old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
When sleep closes my eyes and sends me searching for you
And i'm feelin' blue as the sky without your love to carry me through
And i'm weak enough to be afraid but strong enough to let it show.
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
Baby i'm a gypsy boy, i'll ride the night until
I come to you like moonlight through your raggle-taggle window sill.
When you find yourself alone in your house and in your head
And you blow the candles out and you take yourself to bed
And you're old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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When The Lord Closes The Door (He Opens A Little Window)
(kinky friedman & jeff shelby)
When I find myself alone in my house and in my head
And I blow the candles out and I take myself to bed
And Im old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
When sleep closes my eyes and sends me searching for you
And Im feelin blue as the sky without your love to carry me through
And Im weak enough to be afraid but strong enough to let it show.
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
Baby Im a gypsy boy, Ill ride the night until
I come to you like moonlight through your raggle-taggle window sill.
When you find yourself alone in your house and in your head
And you blow the candles out and you take yourself to bed
And youre old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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No I am not without love
I
No I am not without love
Or understating above…?
My monarch's wings have that black stucco-
Edge; like a church glass window.
Orange, warmth; heavily, leaded
But they're coursing with red-blood
Lights filter, within, vaulted:
To frame those darker, vaults pallid.
I'm a thorn of living fire
I mumble with choir inside
Weeping angels guide my satire
Both heart and soul are allied.
Simultaneously two wings beat
Love and compassion complete.
II
I am not a pit of dark
A chrysalis or a hoofmark…
Hoping to crush, staunch your heart
I am not the pit-bull sweetheart.
I am just a fool likes the sound
Of his own, cruel-bark, sky bound.
My ego' manly needs its thunder!
It's hollow glory empty rapture.
Simultaneously two wings beat
Love and compassion complete.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Good Morning
waking up late
light pushes itself inside the slits of the windows
the sky blue curtains filtering
the hues of
little rainbows
he rubs his eyes
discovering he was all alone
the whole night
there were dreams he could not remember anymore
he sets the curtains aside
opens the window
looks at the garden below
sees the birds feeding on some grains spread to the ground
he hears a song from his heart
a nice one now
and to please what has been disturbing him
a void, a thorny feeling, last night, or was it the other night
he compliments himself with
good morning world
thanks, i am still alive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Likes Night
She likes night
Not wish to be in day light
How beautiful is this night
Everyone is sleeping so delight
In the night she can breath freely
No one upset her unnecessarily
In the day she is endeavoring to hide herself
People wandering to ensnare her by themselves
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
In the day she has to go to school
Fear of flattering in front of other children be fool
Her school fees not yet paid
She is wandering for money to be made
In the day everyone wears beautiful dresses
But she has nothing to impresses
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
In the day she do not go to church masses
Everyone glazing in to her eyes not to Jesus
Tried to close her eyes towards other
But still she can hear the murmurs from the air
In the day she cannot see dreams
For her the time is so extreme
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
In the night she can shed her tears
In the night she can murmur her prayers
She can see her parents on the sky
They are there among the stars looking into her eyes
She likes to be one among them
But still she is living for someone
So, she likes night
Not wish to be in day light
Aswathi
poem by Aswathi Asok
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Blessings Tears Offered In Prayers Prayed
in this quiet house built on high ground
burns sacred incense with prayers
prayers prayed for souls of our drowned
sandalwood smoke in longevity rises
blessings tears offered in prayers prayed
in house on high ground purchased
father’s words echo build on high ground
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Too Many Desperate People Far From Calm
Too many enemies,
Defended against!
Too many enemies,
Picked from picket fences.
Too many people,
Offended by the minute.
Who think the laws amended...
Give others right to bend!
Too many people up in arms dropping bombs.
Too many people dropping bomb after bomb...
KABOOM-BOOM!
Too many people up in arms dropping bombs.
Too many people dropping bomb after bomb,
BOOM!
Too many enemies,
Picked from picket fences.
And weakening defenses!
Too many people up in arms dropping bombs.
KABOOM-BOOM!
Too many people dropping bomb after bomb...
BOOM-BOOM.
Too many gloomy people seeking to BOOM!
Too many people up in arms,
Alarmed!
Too many desperate people,
Far from calm.
Too many people feeling they are in harm.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christmas Sharing!
Its freezing ice chills out there
This winter…this December
To go out, I didn’t dare
Clouds of snow surround my house
But in, I warm my icy toes
A Christmas tree with jingling bells
Magic everywhere spreading its spells
A shining silver star hung on top
And Christmas carols in every snowdrop
While warm and cozy I lay near the fire
At distance I see a girl longing for fire
I open my door to look at her
And in turn she smiles, warmer than fire
Her icy toes and icy nose
Numb hands and pale face
Made me invite her in and show some fire,
And let her have Christmas just like mine
That day, I gave a real Christmas for a girl
With no home, no fire to warm
But how many more in the streets
Might be staring through someone’s window
To look at the fire and find warmth thru sight
Just how many, countless, I know!
So if you find one outside your window
Staring in to have some warmth
Invite her in and give her a Christmas
Some warmth, some presents and a jolly “HO HO HO”
DECEMBER 16,2008
poem by Sania Harris
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The house from the mountain
Foot of region has grown up by the house
it’s the mountain that watches with strength the house
a summit with fir trees waits for dreaminess
from the happy house penetrates light.
Shiver of springs flows near the house
secret wave guides me to the door
that opens silently to my mirthful steps
the cowered hope stretches sleepily in bed.
Numbed in the morning second
I get drowned in drops of light
a high rumble, that increases lonely
gathers me in its breast, as the world that lies.
poem by Valentin Gabriel Cristea
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