The Simplicity Of Doubt
the absurd is not
actually sophisticated,
hand in hand with doubt
both stroll the park
of the obvious: the children
on the boat on the pond,
the mothers beside them,
the trees carrying
leaves with the dignity
of their roots,
the absurd laughs
at these pictures
of man made realities
and doubt smiles
about these illusions
since
what it knows is always
subject to the test
that these things the
following morning
may simply be
shadows
carried by too much
light
in a sense,
like a magician
things in themselves
volunteer for
their disappearances.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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However Absurd
Ears twitch, like a dog, breaking eggs in a dish.
Do not mock me when I say this is not a lie.
Its funny thing, half serious, with our hands on our ears.
Living dreams with mouths ajar, wide awake, we go to sleep.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
Something special between us, when we mmade love the game was over.
I couldnt say the words, words wouldnt get ny feelings through,
So I keep talking to you...
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
Custom made dinosaurs, too late now, for a change.
Everything is under the sun, but nothing is for keeps...
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... it may seem.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Theatre Of The Absurd
(ian hunter)
My tea turned seven shades darker
As I sit n write these words
And londons gettin paler
In my theatre of the absurd.
You figured for an evening
And you made it all worthwile.
Its seldom people have a job
And even rarer that I smile.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
And never ever ours.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Someone took the park away
But they left a lonely flower.
And if your songs be classics,
Throw them to the hurd.
Truth is where they came from
And not this theatre of the absurd.
Some say you wanted to play for me
But its only what youve heard
That made you want to capture me
In your theatre of the absurd.
It was not me, I said myself
And you must do so, too.
I hope you have the strength to stay
When Ill be watchin you.
So baby,
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
And never ever ours.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Someone took the park away
But they left a lonely flower.
Oh when I got here back home tonight
Something within me stirred.
Oh it must have been a different kind of play
That touched my theatre of the absurd.
Now Ill be on my way alone
But an interesting thing occurred
See nobody ever shared too much
In my theatre of the absurd.
And there I was back in london,
Thought about history.
It was just like being in school again
But I felt something movin in me.
Hearin just a bit of the future,
Oh its comin and its still blurred
And thats the only thing worth living for
In my theatre of the absurd.
Come on,
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
And never ever ours.
Oh play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Someone took the park away
But they left a lonely flower.
(beautiful)
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
(john, come on)
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Oh, play me some, (come on, eric) play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Oh, play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
...
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Volunteer To Be Happy
Sad things happen. Of this there's no doubt.
But that's not what this thought's all about.
When something goes wrong, most volunteer
To fall down and stop or stand up and cheer.
It's easy to fall when goblins are grand,
But there's something I don't understand.
And that's why some volunteer to be sad
For what could have been, since all is so bad.
Suns keep rising and there're always more springs,
So volunteer to be happy for these wondrous things.
Take off those shades and try a new style.
It's hard to feel bad when sporting a smile.
Why volunteer sadness when costs are so high?
It's like choosing death before having to die.
I guess only the lonely really know why.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Dreams
Dreams are but Illusions,
Things that cannot be,
Like the foam they vanish,
Magically, at Sea
Things that cannot be,
Things that cannot be,
Why do we still want them?
Why do you ask me?
I don't have the answer,
No one is a World,
All I know is sometimes,
Life is so absurd.
poem by Sandra Feldman
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No Doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt... no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt
You should know by now that I really like when youre around
Its so irreplaceable, what we have with you and i
And you should know by now that we belong on each others team
One of the greatest things that came to be is you and me, you and me
I hope by now you recognize no matter what Im here for life
You aint getting rid of me, that is just the bottom line
I think you understand by now we can always work it out
No matter what, Im down, Im down
There aint no doubt that I still love you
No doubt I love you babe, really really love you babe
There aint no doubt that I still want you
No doubt I want you babe, really really want you babe
Shouldnt be no doubt that Im here for you
No doubt Im here for you, really really here for you
I have no doubt about being with you
Its me for you
Thinking back on what I did to cause you so much pain
It was such a silly thing I did to our relationship
But heres something from the heart, I really do apologize
Dont cut me off cause I really love ya
I love ya babe, love ya babe
And I want ya, I want ya babe, want ya babe
Said Im here for ya, for ya babe, for ya babe
Forever Im with you, Im with you
Baby cant you see you belong with me
Ill be here for you so Im telling you
There aint no doubt that I still love you
No doubt I love you babe, really really love you babe
There aint no doubt that I still want you
No doubt I want you babe, really really want you babe
Shouldnt be no doubt that Im here for you
No doubt Im here for you, really really here for you
I have no doubt about being with you
Its me for you
[spoken]
Look baby, I want you to know I love you
And I always will.. dont worry, cause you know...
There aint no doubt that I still love you
No doubt I love you babe, really really love you babe
There aint no doubt that I still want you
No doubt I want you babe, really really want you babe
Shouldnt be no doubt that Im here for you
No doubt Im here for you, really really here for you
I have no doubt about being with you
Its me for you
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt... no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt
song performed by by Nivea
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Seeds of Doubt
“To tell the truth” invariably
precedes the telling of a lie.
It reeks of insincerity
and always makes me wonder why.
You think that I might doubt your word
although I have no reason to.
I find this prefix quite absurd
to me it never does ring true.
I do not doubt your honesty
nor do I think that you doubt mine.
This prefix is a travesty
which only serves to underline.
The seeds of doubt you sow in me.
Which were not there previously.
05/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I would think a sense of the absurd is more important for a political cartoonist, because that could define things like a sense of hypocrisy or a sense of the things one has to be skeptical about.
quote by Jonathan Shapiro
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Contented With Your Own Silence
in one instance you step out of your door
walk on the road,
keeping your gaze away from the danger side
you keep things to yourself
there is no one to share with
what story you have for the past days
when you hibernated in that room,
it is a break,
you stroll in the park
take your breath under those trees
sit upon one of those empty benches
lose your mind
upon what is obvious and
visible upon those
that do not need any
kind of scrutiny and fathoming
this the time to fish
for nothingness
you lay your hands upon the grass
it is this coolness
that makes you feel connected
to the earth
you sigh and sigh again and again
it is this exhaling that makes you a giver
rather than a taker
it makes you
comfortable like what smokers do
when (they pollute
the air)
there is a certain fulfillment
in this kind of loafing
you carry nothing and thus
you leave nothing
you are not alone
feel this solitude
there are so many of you
doing the same routine in the park
fishers of
nothingness
but i tell you
do not talk do not start a conversation with the one near you
or that one
who is walking his dog early morning
i tried it once
when you get no response
it will just make you lonelier
it is like taking a stone in your hand
and hitting your head with it
sit there,
just sit there
relax
take your time,
and simply be whole
nothing falling
apart
it is beautiful to
see
now that you are
contented with your own
silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Self Doubt
Sometimes our minds are filled with self-doubt
at things we do in our lives,
yet to others they have a different point of view.
They see the things you do in another perspective.
When I was in self-doubt over my parenting skills,
not sure, if I made all the right decisions
a late friend said to me.
Look you have taken on two children which were not your own, raised them well.
There are many who wouldn’t even attempt
to do what you have done.
Do not ever say you are not a good father.
I am sure your children would have something different to say
if they compared their lives to what they used to have.
You may not be perfect no one ever is,
but you have done the best you could
and that is good enough for everyone.
Although I listened, the self-doubt persists.
Maybe they will never go away who can really tell.
1-2 December 2008
After word:
This poem is based on a conversation I had many years ago with a late friend over my own self doubts.
poem by David Harris
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Insurrections
I saw God. Do you doubt it?
Do you dare to doubt it?
I saw the Almighty Man. His hand
Was resting on a mountain, and
He looked upon the World and all about it:
I saw Him plainer than you see me now,
You mustn't doubt it.
He was not satisfied;
His look was all dissatisfied.
His beard swung on a wind far out of sight
Behind the world's curve, and there was light
Most fearful from His forehead, and He sighed,
'That star went always wrong, and from the start
I was dissatisfied.'
He lifted up His hand-
I say He heaved a dreadful hand
Over the spinning Earth, then I said 'Stay,
You must not strike it, God; I'm in the way;
And I will never move from where I stand.'
He said, 'Dear child, I feared that you were dead,'
And stayed His hand.
poem by James Stephens
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After That.
After that
the only
thing she thought
mattered was
the sunlight
coming through
the tall trees
as you and
she lay on
your backs by
the large pond
listening
to birdsong
and the wind
coming through
the branches
and she there
full of life
breathing in
the sharp air
and she said
Van Gogh could
have captured
this morning
with the trees
and sunlight
and the way
the wind moves
through branches
and you said
but Renoir
despite his
arthritic
hands could have
captured your
young beauty
on canvas
somewhere off
a dog barked
a cow mooed
and your hand
like a crab
moved over
the green grass
and touched her
small warm hand
and she smiled
like da Vinci's
painting of
the Mona
Lisa you'd
seen in that
old art book
in the school
library
tucked between
a battered
old atlas
and book of
poetry
which no one
ever read
no doubt the
pond's still there
the sunlight
and the wind
but she's not
she gone now
all silent
amongst the
peaceful dead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Big Hand
The big hand makes all of your favorite things
Like all your dreams go small
And all your friends run away
Until your memories fall
And the words don't fit
But the way the big hand smiles
You just won't care about it
The big hand makes all of your favorite things
Like all your days run out
And your hopes disappear
And your smiles just stop
And your eyes go dead
And the shadows start to crawl
In the back of your head
But when the big hand speaks
It's like fireworks and heaven
So you listen don't think
And wish for nothing at all
And when the big hand sings
It's like fireworks and friends
Leaving alone i'm not leaving alone
I'll never leave alone again
So when the big hand holds up all of your favorite things
And with a touch like glass starts to squeeze
You don't ask "why me?"
You just slip to the floor
You just slip to your knees
But when the big hand speaks
It's like fireworks and heaven
So you listen don't think
And wish for nothing at all
And when the big hand sings
It's like fireworks and friends
Leaving alone
I'm not leaving alone
Leaving alone never leaving alone
I'll never leave alone again...
song performed by by Cure
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This Is A Boat
this is a boat and it is in my hand
the hand is the sea
and my fingers keep it wavy
this is the boat and it is wooden
and it is loaded unevenly on its left side
and so it leans on the heavy
edge like it is a man
with a shorter left foot
and walks like the
floor is uneven
and imperfect
this is my body and it has become an ocean
and the boat sails on without the sun
my eyes the moon and stars
and they are closed
this is the darkness where the boat sails
and this is the silence
of its journey
this is my mind
and everything: the boat, the sea, the ocean
the tilting, the weight of the load,
things exist because i let them so
this is my hand and this is the sea of waves
these emotions
this is the mouth speaking
without any sense at all like a woman nude
running for life away from the atomic bomb
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If our children fear we run to magician, magician, magician
If our children fear we run to magician, magician, magician
The magician reads the mantra and gives us magical thread to tie,
We have no true faith in GOD but in the magician only,
Cheated by the magician we lose our faith and money and die,
Name of GOD is stronger than crores of ghosts and magicians,
If we always remember GOD any fear of us will be run away,
In any situation let us deeply think of GOD only,
No doubt GOD will surely help us in any way,
One who has faith in magician will lose his all devotions,
So we should not change our mind about GOD in any condition,
And let us have strong faith in GOD and HIS creations,
Otherwise we will suffer life long in suspicious intention,
In any pressure we must not believe in magical traditions,
If we trust in our beloved GOD we definitely get our real salvation.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Honesty
When I was young I lacked the sense
to realise I’d cause offence.
By asking questions frequently
and challenging authority.
I asked because I wanted to
believe that what you said was true.
But you denied me a reply
and I was left to wonder why.
Children should be seen not heard.
To my young mind was just absurd.
I think you were afraid to show
There were some things you did not know.
So you forfeited my respect.
I learnt thenceforward to expect
From most adults dishonesty
Because they could not possibly.
In any shape or form confess
that they might possibly know less.
Much less than what they thought they knew
and passing time has proved it true.
If I am asked I find it best
to admit that I fail the test
and simply state that I don’t know
but that I do know where to go.
I recommend the library
where you may find quite easily
The answer that I can’t supply.
I find that’s satisfactory.
12-Nov-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Falling
In love, in love
In love, in love
Slower than the sun goes down
Softer than the autumn rain
Surer than the earth is round
Gentle as the moring breeze
Warm enough to sleep and dream
There is no doubt in my mind
Im falling, (in love), Im falling, (in love)
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
Clearer than the morning light
Darker than the deepest night
There is no doubt in my mind
Im falling, (in love), Im falling, (in love)
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
In love, in love
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
song performed by by Olive
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As I Said Before
And I said before
I don't want no more
And I can't complain
'cause my minds insane
I won't say it again and I won't even think about it
I just hope you believe me but I
think that you're gonna doubt it
when I say it again
As I said before
I don't want no more
And I can't complain
'cause my mind's insane
I won't say it again and I won't even think about it
I just hope you believe me but I
think that you're gonna doubt it
when I say it again
Leaves on the trees
Nothing more to believe
I can't be sure
And I know I'm not crazy
Life is just a pleasant breeze
Tides rush the shore
Pleasing me a little more
Nothing here to fight me
Everything delight's me
Hope I get my tea by 4
But don't lay no second laughs down my way
Don't let the evening's that devour you lie forever
Don't you lay no second laughs down my way
Don't let the evening's that devour you lie forever
As I said before
I don't want no more
And I can't complain
'cause my mind's insane
I won't say it again and I won't even think about it
I just hope you believe me but I
think that you're gonna doubt it
when I say it again
song performed by by Zebra
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None of That Sounded Like Sex to Me
~Noticing begins to open the mind.
Much like what Sunrise does upon the horizon...
When its light etches the darkness away from night,
With definition seen to highlight one's assisted vision.
And the brighter that light becomes,
An object begins to develop identity and cast a shadow.
As if attached to aid its meaning.
However...
When those clouds come,
And sometimes they do.
Expect some confusion to be done.
Since it will be difficult to determine,
If it will rain.
And...
That just may happen with or without lightening.
And/or no doubt with thunder.~
'With or without...
And slash or no doubt?
Don't they mean almost the same thing? '
~Huh?
What are you talking about? ~
'The lightening and thunder...
If it should come with clouds? '
~WHAT?
What does lightening and thunder have to do with it?
You kids don't listen with your ears or pay attention.
I'm talking about the birth of comprehension.
None of that has to do with lightening.
Maybe a bit of 'thunder' but rarely with lightening.~
'The birth of what?
None of that sounded like sex to me.'
~Your Honor...
If I may have a few words in my defense.
I need to explain why I stand before you today.
You see...
One of us had to be locked up.
So I knew If I 'tried' to knock some sense in his head...
It would be me found guilty! ~
'And Daddy...
That's why it's hard to listen to you at times.
Because you jump from subject to subject!
AND...
Don't worry about going to prison.
I'm going to volunteer to runaway.'
~When? How soon?
You need some money?
How much? ~
'See. See?
That's exactly what I'm talking about.
You're always joking.'
~Son...
Please take me seriously.
That's all I ask.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is an absurd one.
Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.