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The Sound Of Sadness

it is not the crackers
crisp and
deafening such that
you cannot hear
a movie script
such that you cannot
figure out what the lead says

it is the sound of the wind leaving
the treetops
passing through a door which is already closed
it is the hush from a mouth
sealed forever

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sounds

i heard the sound of the clock ticking
some things come
i am remembering these some things
burnt, and melting in my forehead,
i like the sound of the ticking of grandfather's
clock at night, i hear footsteps
and drippings of water
from the gutter to the floor

the window is closed and the wind makes
the sound of someone caught between
door jambs, creaking sounds creeping
on the wall, something is terrible, really terrible
and i turn my body to the left side,

there is this storm, and the strong rain comes
with the grunting wind, and trees are falling
unto each other, i hear leaves and twigs,
and the roof wanting to leave the house,

something is terribly happening on this night
of the suicidal darkness, the shimmer of the river
looks like a stainless knife

who's there? i ask the door. The mirror on the other
side answers, how dare you?

it is nobody. it is just myself, my mouth answers.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Emptiness

when you enter your room
and you hear the sound of your steps
on the carpet, as you close the door
and the sound of the snowy silence
is sealed,

you begin to think why,
when will this last? oh, this cannot
be forever, i know, you keep
on telling yourself

this is temporary
this is the need of my life

there is an exit somewhere
you wait, this is the hope

there is this distance between
this and that
it is not that really far away
from each other

the nearness soothes and heals

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not A Dry Eye In The House

Not a dry eye in the house
After loves curtain comes down
Listen and youll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking
I can still see you standing there
Midnight wind blowing through your hair
Kisses sweet in the salty air
When love was forever
Turn the page and we fade to blue
The scene has changed now Im without you
Walked away when the act was through
And the dream was over
It was almost like a movie - the way you said goodbye
You must have a lot of time rehearsing each and every line
Now theres not a dry eye in the house
After loves curtain comes down
Listen and youll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking
Not a smile left on my face
The endings just too sad to take
And theres not a dry eye
Not a dry eye in the house
The greatest story was you and me
Had it all we had everything, but now the
Storys done its just history
The last act is over
You every line had the sweetest sound
Your every touch turned my world around
But the light came up and my world crashed down
End of show - its over
It was almost like a movie
Those nights we touched the stars
Time stood still for you and i
Now its sad enough to make you cry
Now theres not a dry eye in the house
After loves curtain comes down
Listen and youll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking
Not a smile left on my face
The endings just too sad to take
And theres not a dry eye
Not a dry eye in the house
Act one - the storys just begun
Act two - I fell in love with you
Act three - knew it was meant to be
Act four - you dont love me no more
And theres not a dry eye in the house
After loves curtain comes down
Listen and youll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking
Not a smile left on my face
The endings just too sad to take
And theres not a dry eye
Not a dry eye
Not a dry eye in the house
After loves curtain comes down
Listen and youll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking
Not a dry eye in the house (3x)

song performed by by Meat Loaf
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A Question And A Key

A question and a key which turns
A figure eight into a dance
Having no end or beginning
Like a love first matched in heaven...

It doesn't ask when we began
Or where we two shall go from here,
Only that our direction flow
Through circles of one another...

We are linked, you and I-I think
Our souls met in the other place
And it is unwise to struggle
In opposition to our fate...

So lead me on, my dear princess
And guide me to your heart's dwelling
The key I carry shall open
All chambers of inspiration...

They are furnished, I know, with love
I have seen the decoration,
Your eyes and manner have revealed
Harmony and revelation...

Hush! confusion, hush forever!
The stammer of that languid moan
That lolls and lisps a sound that links
One times one in like equation...

COPY WRITE©2009

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Crisp And Little

it is its own sound
that you hear inside your mouth
no one hears it
except you alone
outsourcing the
beatings of your heart

something so crisp
so little
and then you swallow it all
it is yours and yours
alone

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Mountain and the Wind

The mountain stands
The wind plays with her
Leaving her treetops in disarray
The wind moves on, unaware
Of the rustling gossips
Of him and her.

The mountain stands
The wind serenades her
A sighing song among the leaves
The wind moves on, unaware
Of the thousand songs he gave
Echoing in the bamboo grove of her heart.

The mountain stands
The wind dances around her
A waltz, a tango one eventide
The wind moves on, unaware
Of the face he left behind
Carved forever in her heart.

poem by Angelina Pandian
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Dry Leaves Beside My Door

a door half-closed
the wind comes with some dry leaves
coming in
through it

and then
spread on the floor
under my bed

i watch it
feeling that i am junked

even the wind
has mistaken me as
another
garbage

and so i finally closed my
door

tight

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence in my world..

I lay back and close my eyes
As memories of laughter
And countless conversations, fill my head
I hear the wind moving
And the sound of my breathing
I hear the leaves rustling
And the sound of footsteps fading

The laughter is long gone
The only voice I hear is mine
As Silence invades my world
Mercilessly, thoughtlessly
Our song comes to my mind
And I struggle to sing it
But the words don't come to me
As Silence fills my world with emptiness
Deafening it, endlessly.

poem by Gauri Gupta
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Dropping By Your House This Morning

i dropped by your house this very early morning
the windows are closed
but the door is half-open
and i could have given in to this little curiosity
that cats keep on their paws
and soft feet
or hands if you may

but i didn't. there is something in the houe
that says
you had a bad day and that night you did not have
a sound sleep

the roses are wilting and a flower pot falls on the ground
broken
the soil splashed like spilled water on the grass

there is no sound of the wind
from the storm last night

i just dropped by. I respect you. The door of the house
finally closed
i did not see the hands that closed it.
it maybe yours
or someone else's

the rug has spoken. You want to be alone.
to keep the faint light left
in that little room. the curtains fall. the lights
went off on that very early morning.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hush Darling

Hush darling
I am tired
I need to sleep
Because it is late
Hush darling
Darling try to get some sleep also
I am not trying to be rude to you
But I need my sleep
And so you
Darling
If we both don't get our sleep
We won't be able to function properly the next day
It is so important for us to have our sleep
The sound of the rain
Help us to fall sleep
It is a rainy night
Thundering outside
And the rain is falling hard
While we sleep
In this bed
Hush darling
Can you hear the sound of the rain?
Hush darling so we both can hear it

poem by Aldo Kraas
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the sounds of Sunday

i hear the sound of the cold wind from the sea
i hear the waking call of the roosters
the scratching feet of the dog on some disturbing flea

and i hear her steps towards the door as she opens it
she goes to church
and i hear her gently closing the door and the gate too
closing in on me

i am alone now with all the other sounds of the house
this sound of the growing silence
some voices
rushing to fill my mind
some poems
for the day

it is this silence that feeds me
the trickles of my soul

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hippo and Friends

hush hush the lion sleeps
hush hush the lion keeps
one eye open the other closed
the jungle might be awake

hush hush he's got a paw
hush hush or he will roar
the jungle snakes might hiss
a mighty lion might move

hush hush the lion sleeps
the deepest jungle sleep
Hippo whispers at the edge
his friends are waiting too

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Love Will Lead You Back

(diane warren)
Saying goodbye is never an easy thing
But you never said, that youd stay forever
So if you must go
Well, darlin, Ill set you free
But I know in time
That well be together
Oh, I wont try
To stop you now from leaving
Cause in my heart I know
(chorus)
Love will lead you back
Someday I just know that
Love will lead you back to my arms
Where you belong
Im sure, sure as stars are shining
One day you will find me again
It wont be long
One of these days
Our love will lead you back
One of these nights
Well Ill hear your voice again
Youre gonna say, oh, how much you miss me
You walked out this door
But someday youll walk back in
Oh, darling I know
Oh, I know this will be
Sometimes it takes, sometime out on your own now
To find your way back home
(repeat chorus)
But I wont try to stop you now from leaving
Cause in my heart I know...oh yeah
(repeat chorus)
Love will lead you back
Someday I just know that
Love will lead you back to my arms
It wont be long
One of these days
Our love will lead you back

song performed by by Taylor Dayne
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Hush-a-bye Hard Times

Many years you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more
Oh hard times come again no more
Oh hush a bye hard times, go ye away
Cause my hungry baby wants a gingerbread cake
Not a cow in the barn yard no money to spend
Not an egg in the hayloft, no little red hen
Chorus:
So, hush a bye baby dont cry no more
Your mama cant give you what youre crying for
Theres a wolf at the door with an angry
Cold hungry stare, he keeps howling of hard times
And the cupboard is bare
Oh, hush a bye hard times go ye to rest
Cause my ragged baby wants a new ruffled dress
And she wants some new shoes with buckles to wear
And she wants some silver bows for her golden hair
Repeat chorus twice
Hush a bye hard times go ye away
I dont intend to be treated this way
So, hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Dont cry no more
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Come ye no more
Fade:
Many years you have lingered around my cabin door
Hush a bye hard times
Come ye no more
Hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Dont cry no more
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Come ye no more

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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There Is Something Inside My Mouth (2)

there is something singing inside my mouth
but i keep my mouth closed
i decide when shall the opening be

when shall i hear this little thing sing again
in the open

for now i have closed whatever is it that opens
that sings

it is time to mourn
to be silent
to die

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm Writing to the Wind

I'm writing to the wind
The words drift from my mouth
They dance and mix about
Then lose what they're about

I'm writing to the wind
To say I stand alone
To let the people know
I came and then went home

I'm writing to the wind
Because no one seems to know
We're nearly almost at the door
Where no one want to go

And if the wind says no
I think I'll understand
The wind just comes and goes
And seldom makes a stand

The wind can pass me buy
Or stay awhile to linger
The wind can never die
Or rise to point it's finger

The wind goes on and on
Around the world forever
Unless it comes to find
It's a sad and poor endeavor

For after we are gone
The wind will just be flying
'Ore empty barren plain
We made as we lay dieing

poem by S. Michael Downs
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Sound of Her Memory

Every day I hear the sound of
your memory ringing loudly
In my ears and the mind of my
heart feeling the beat of your beings.
Absent trace of songs and true
stories: all of a mouth no longer speaks.
Soundless, unreasoning, unjustified
hostess [fear], host [you] and
anxiety and phobia were sidebars.
Number of years ago,
a door opened and reluctantly
she entered and took her seat, with
quivering a heart, crossing
her wrist and becoming
captive of the dark.
Its 3 in every morning,
no sleep still,
because
the sound of
locked doors,
bulging eyes,
howling winds and being
surrounded by human fence.
And she lay paralyzed in bed never
to walk again because laden sound of fear
fixed her legs and tied her tongue, as well as,
muzzling voices of family and friends.
Only when the sound of death loosen its tight grip
on fear, did her face speak in glow
and her mouth said 'I'm afraid.'
After hours, her
regurgitating heart and irregular blood flow ceased to be.
The sound of the doctor was clearly heard: 'we tried to save her'
Silent tears flowed as I looked down into her quiet face, eyes shut,
partially opened mouth being fixed with a white piece
of cloth circling chin and head, forever closing the sound of her speech.
At the viewing, her left hand humbly rested on her right one
in respect and honor of the Ripper, and leaving
the sound of her memory…

poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Void

I closed the doors to the Seasons
Leaving time void of any change
Leaving the Earth in solid limbo
Putting tomorrow out of range
Bringing a silent closing-if you will
A stillness to a barren view
I closed the door to all Seasons
Leaving nothing old-nothing new
Just an empty cavern-like abyss
A swirling of nothingness remains
Blank views are my past and present visions
Nothing will ever be the same!

poem by Theodora Onken
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All Around

I look to the east when the day
Is done and think of it all
All the thoughts that Ive seen of
Satin seams and tide pool dreams
I look to the sun
As the day is dawning
I carry my dreams
From a moment before
I try to recall
But I find myself yawning
I guess they are gone but theres more
So I head out the door
All around, listen and you can
Hear the sound
On cloudy days seems like i
Always feel this way
First break in the day if the time
Is right and nobody minds
I stroll down the lane take a breath
Of air and drift on a dream
I look to the sun
As the day is warming
Consider the things
That have happened before
I feel like Im one
With the wind on the hillside
I feel like Im one with the
River that runs by my door
All around, listen and you can
Hear the sound
On cloudy days seems like i
Always feel this way
All around, listen and you can
Hear the sound
On cloudy days seems like i
Always feel this way
I look to the sun
As the day is dawning
I carry my dreams
From a moment before
I feel like Im one
With the wind on the hillside
I feel like Im one with the
River that runs by my door
All around, listen and you can
Hear the sound
On cloudy days seems like i
Always feel this way
(repeat and fade)

song performed by by America
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L8,2212

There is a door which you open

you enter, and then it closes you
behind you
forever,

there is no force here,
but only volition,

you enter it
with all the warnings,
that the
possibility that it will close forever
has been told to you
over and over
again,

somehow, you do not make it a problem
you like a closed door, and you hate it
when it opens,
you love it when it is closed forever,
the room is nice
there is a certain loveliness
in there,

it has shiny floors,
it has a bright ceiling,
the lights are lovely,
like stars
in an open dark sky

the air is fresh,
the walls are comfortable

who wants to take an exit?

no one.not you.

when the door knows this, it will open
forever,
it decides to open for you
and it will tell you to go out and be
an outsider again and
be gone
for good,

you insist that you own this room now,
that a closed door is not a serious matter
and there is no way that you have to
go out
or be ousted,

the door has a stair with strong hands
and it will drag you out
it will pull your hair and drag your body
like hell

the door has learned its lesson
when the room is not a prison to someone else
there is no use keeping him there forever
for in truth the reason of the door's
existence
is to make you feel the prison and to suffer

and you know your lesson too well
there is no prison to a mind that is an open window
there is no suffering
to a lover of suffering

you see, it takes a little reverse psychology
for closed doors to open
for men to know that suffering is not suffering
at all
when one loves is tripping

when one thinks
otherwise
when one loves whatever happens

when one accepts
the one that is there and not look for something
that is always missing

why go for the unreachable?
why suffer for long?

life is life, and death is death
you are here, grab this here.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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