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The Sounds From Symbols....

as i flex my muscles
and raise my hands and
stretch my legs
as you begin to dance
and hum a song
as we make each day
different from the rest of
the days of the world

so must our poems be
so must our lives be

we have decided
when we have typed the first word
upon those symbols
the syllables have given birth
to the much awaited
sound

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who Would Be A Poet?

Tell me, who would be a poet?
Just think what it entails...
And we know we'll sometimes blow it,
For every writer fails...
To think, that when we're feeling down,
We write to raise a smile,
But then we often have to frown,
Restricted by some style...

Eight syllables, then six below,
That's how I try to write...
Eight syllables to match the flow
Then six to keep it light...
So pretty soon verse three's arranged
Before the poem's done
And then verse four gets somewhat changed,
But don't tell anyone!

Some names get swapped and switched around,
Some placenames, too, replaced...
And suddenly an ending's found
And that has to be phrased...
My, my, it's like a Mystory Tour!
All jumbled jolly stuff,
With heartfelt tales of sweet amour
And that weird thing called lurv...

For thirty years, I've typed and typed
And typed and typed again...
I've either griped or else I've hyped
And emptied every pen...
The Writing Bug's still bugging me...
And yet how much I owe it!
Except no sweetheart's hugging me!
So who would be a poet! ?

Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2011.

poem by Denis Martindale
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Stretch

Stretch in the morning
when you open your eyes.
Stretch those muscles
before you arise.

Be like the cat
or dog you see
who won't make a move
til its muscles are free.

Stretch out your life.
Don't move so fast.
Move a little slower
to make it last.

Be like the cat
that has nine lives.
Fall gently.
That's how one survives

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The song of forever, the dance of now

Before the world began… did our Creator
contemplate the way it should begin?
the sweetest way to animate and order
all this glorious whole contains within?

The Hindus have no doubt: a sound, a dance,
were our beginning; every molecule
of Shiva’s body dances to the song;
his soul the music of eternal rule:

so should we dance our way through mortal life,
eternal music in our inner ear;
so make our life a flowing song, a flight
that sings immortal ether into air;

a sound, a dance, a rhythm; harmony;
from which soars each soul’s unique poetry..

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Soap

you wish i were true
to every word i wrote in my poems
like sadness
that i must be sad when my poems
talk about sadness

like separation and disgust and pain
that i must suffer
with the poems i write that i must have despair
and pain too
and disgust
for every word of disgust written in every word
in every line

how cruel of you
how cruel of truth
how can i justify my death when i speak only of death
and in the very poem
where i write the word
death

there is soap
there is this box of untruths in pandora and when i open it
they must spread and you may refuse to believe
me again

but it would be very cruel of you
to make these poems
all these poems be my life my only life
and lived
and day by day lived in accordance with the
mouths of these poems

empathy
is the word, it is like i am putting my feet in another person's
shoes

then i write, and i could have written about this word: happiness
joy, bliss
ecstasy, light, and amazing glory

i choose not to,
i think, i have too much of it, and i do not share it for now
there is no necessity
and i cannot really help

with so much loneliness and sadness out there
with them i stretch my hands to hold them and feel them
and they all become

myself. it is not soap then, and there are no bubbles in the skies
there is no child playing amazed by the bubbles that burst and by the
bubbles that

are so abundant.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Giving Hope A Chance...

we are assured about the sound
of drum beats
from all the continents of the world
so assuring
that hope has given birth to more children
of hopes
the women dance and the men beat the drums
the children watch for a while
and liking the sounds of these drums beating
slowly then wildly and then
contagiously exciting
the children begin to clap their hands
and step their toes
sway their bodies
and sing the songs of hope
again

the world spins
the universe sways and gives birth to another star

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Policies To Keep

They know what they want.
And undaunted it is flaunted!
It is not mainly sex,
They flex and stretch their muscles to get!
It is about the 'self'...
And how to feel one's best!

They know how to please their needs...
Mistakably misunderstood,
In neighborhoods where they choose to do good!

Many don't see these scenes on TV!
And perhaps that is why the masses
Are conditioned to treat reality...
Like a contagious disease,
Used to confuse and deceive
By policies to keep all victimized!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Do We Do With The Rest Of The Night

(john rich/wally wilson/sharon rice)
Weve been through enough tequila
To float us outta this place
And through the smoke I can barely see ya
But Ive memorized your face
Weve danced almost every dance
Lasted longer then the band
Oh but were not through
Its just me and you
What do we do with the rest of the night
We got all of this time on our hands
Hey a lot can go down fore the sun comes up
Between a woman and a man
No we dont have to worry bout the rest of our lives
But what do we do with the rest of the night
We can take this party down to the river
Lay a blanket on the grass
Watch the stars tangle up together
While the night slides past
We can do what we wanna do
Roll away that book of rules
Well make our own
Hey nothings carved in stone
What do we do with the rest of the night
We got all of this time on our hands
Hey a lot can go down fore the sun comes up
Between a woman and a man
No we dont have to worry bout the rest of our lives
But what do we do with the rest of the night
What do we do with the rest of the night
We got all of this time on our hands
Hey a lot can go down fore the sun comes up
Between a woman and a man
No we dont have to worry bout the rest of our lives
But what do we do with the rest of the night
What do we do with the rest of the night

song performed by by Lonestar
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Write Me A Song

Kelly is raising a son
His dad left just after the birth
Now she's living on child support checks
I guess that's all that man was worth
She says, "I just need a man who will love me
"But they all just want one night of sin
"I know my life could be better
"I just don't know where I should begin."
She said write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly
Yeah, they'll fly...
Beth, she sings straight from her heart
She's hidden her tracks very well
But these days she's falling apart
And it makes me feel just like hell
She said, "Boy, you can't imagine my life
"The death and the drugs and the pain
"And though I keep running
"I can't seem to break from these chains."
She said write me a song
And fill it all up with the words
Like "brilliant" and "heavenly"
Make it sound just like me
Just like the first time "I love you" was heard
And now write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly
We're all feeding our lonely
Like it might go away
The doors of heaven swing wide
If we just find the right words to say
She said write me a song
And fill it all up with the words
Like "brilliant" and "heavenly"
Make it sound just like me
Just like the first time "I love you" was heard
And now write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly
Yeah, they'll fly...
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song

song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Live free, Dance hard

Dance when no ones looking,
Dance harder when they are
Dance to heal a wound,
Dance to heal a scar
Dance under the rain
Dance under the sun
And when you think you cant dance,
Just get outside and run
Dance to the sound of the leaves,
Dance to the song in your heart
Dance even tho you know...
That your world is falling apart.

poem by Meagan Slack
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Lucy Cant Dance

Lucy I know what youre going to going to do
Oh lucy look what youre doing Im doing it too
Now youre looking for God in exciting new ways
I say trust him at once which is something these days
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Did the world just explode?
Dont recognize anyone
But youve still got me under your thumb
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Oh oh oh
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Theres tooling your frenzy in the tole savoy
And the sexual noise which is caught up a toy
You live and you die in the blink of an eye
Well I cant make you dance
Lucy cant dance
Dance to the noise
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can do
Lucy cant dance
Dance to the noise
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can do
Lucy cant dance
Lucy cant dance
Lucy I know what youre going to going to do
But you cant buy me off in the stirial (? ) world
Who who who died and made you material girl?
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
So Ill spin while my lunatic lyric goes wrong
Guess Ill put all my eggs in a postmodern song
Lucy cant dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Of the show of the fine reality
Just a few simple words like I love you, I need you
Live and to die in the blink of an eye
Still I cant make you dance
Lucy cant dance
Dance to the noise
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can do
Lucy cant dance
Dance to the noise
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can
Lucy cant dance but she knows what the noise can do
Can do
Lucy I know what youre going to going to do
Lucy I know what youre going to going to do
Lucy cant dance
Lucy cant dance
Lucy I know what youre going to going to do

song performed by by David Bowie
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Days Of Our Lives

How many times have you walked through my door
How many times have you heard my song before
How many lines until the end of time
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you hear mother say
You would do fine if you didn't sleep all day
Oh mother dear, I'll get a job next year
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you walk down the street
Avoiding cracks that were thrown at your feet
These rainy days were sent to make us pay
But these are the days of our lives
How many roads must a woman walk down
How many walls will surround the town
All that I am could get us out of here
These are the days of our lives
Did you believe in the stories at night
Weren't you afraid when they turned out the light
Oh, such a gas, I'm sorry it won't last
These are the days of our lives
These are the days that some of us regret
These are the days we learn to forget
These are the days that turn us out this way
These are the days of our lives
Of our lives

song performed by by Travis
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Waking

WAKING

There are so many dreams no one ever realizes
We wake and try to understand where we are
What we have done in all the years seems folly
Nothing can justify this morning or the day to come
We have forgotten who we are and where we have been
The prayer that helps us and connects us back to God
Revives
We begin to live or try to begin to live
Our names are not known and our work uncelebrated
Our songs are not sung and our labors not blessed
We look out and up at the sky and feel light
We do not know how or why or in what way
But we understand that God has given mornings to begin again
We will take the first step and word and taste and sound
And all we feel and be will begin to revive
We will connect ourselves again with where we are
We will begin to work
And as the day slowly comes back to us we will come back to ourselves
Every day is a new beginning and a world G-d will make
We too are that world and that beginning
In all the many days of blessings and the years of this life
God has enabled us to begin again
This time now too is now different
And these words say we are here now for this morning
So long as this morning is in us.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Stretch Too Far (Fun Poem 119)

You wake up in the morning,
give your legs a stretch,
and have a stretch too far
that leaves you getting out of bed
quicker than you got in
then dancing around the bedroom
doing some crazy Irish jig
with a cramp in your legs,
which only happens when
you have a stretch too far.

24 April 2011

poem by David Harris
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Dance On Heavy Weather

Take a chance - and dance
Its a chance - dance
All across the world theres people high on confrontation
And they try to solve their problems burning up the nation
Turn the whole world upside down and leave it in confusion
But still we get no answers using yesterdays solutions
We are the ones, keep sight of it
Dont have to make a fight of it
Dance on heavy weather
Learn to live with modern times
You can take the pressure
Its all a state of mind - so we can
Dance on heavy weather
Raise the heartbeat of the young
If we move together
Dont you know that we are the ones
Take a chance - and dance
Its a chance - dance
You can try to hide behind a mask of contemplation
Say you want to live your life in private isolation
From the east you cant ignore the storm of disillusion
And so it falls on all our shoulders to find a new solution
Youve got to make a start of it
Youve got to feel a part of it
Dance on heavy weather
Learn to live with modern times
You can take the pressure
Its all a state of mind - so we can
Dance on heavy weather
Raise the heartbeat of the young
If we move together
Let the soul - take control - we are the ones
Take a chance - and dance
Its a chance - dance
Hear the sound of the heartbeat of the young
Though the rhythm is so unfamiliar
Just be sure to be there now the time has come
Hear the music that brings us together
Dance on heavy weather
Hear the sound of the heartbeat of the young
We can take the pressure
We may have a solution, we are the ones
Dance on heavy weather
Hear the sound of the heartbeat of the young
If we move together
We may have a solution, we are the ones

song performed by by Level 42
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Smooth With Curves

She dances smooth with curves
Or could it be the ocean
I never could tell them apart
Until the jazz steps set in
But he asks her not to
Politely, or so she seems
Maintains that her spirit’s smothered
And then the bad days set in

Chorus:
Baby, step back
Just a second
Look at your feet with me
Don’t hold your head so high
When you look at me
And remember where
We used to be
Baby moves on
Don’t step back
We know we’re left
Baby step right
Take a breath
Take a turn on your dime
And dance
Don’t do this dance with me

She his him smooth in schemes
With words on some small ocean
That stands gently waving between
Good days they’ve seen in motion
It doesn’t keep her hands
Off the lips that she’s used to
And another love stands smothered
He tells her with his own moves

Chorus

She’s losing her breath with it
He sets the black guitar down
The walls and pillows turn lone’ blue
And the waves splash out the sound
Baby, she is sorry
If he grows deeper the ocean
So will she, the song’s never good
And she wipes salt from his eyes

Chorus

And dance
Put your hands on me
Just dance
Put yourself on me
And dance
Splash your tears on me
Just rest
Spill your lips on me
Just dance

poem by Frankie Renae
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Repost Pn A Memory

When the world was new, I could not relate
To the loneliness of the song with you,
The colors of its sounds were too vibrant,
mostly red
And orange, and the coolness of green
Preoccupied my eyes to almost everything.
I was not interested perhaps,
I was too busy listening to something else.
My hands are crazy.
You did not mind of course.
You wait to the
Slit of a new opening where you think that soon
I will understand. I was moving here and there
Like a pendulum
Under the principle of pleasure. Both of my hands
Are holding on to something that I can easily
Give up and then feel nothing. The craze of letting
Things go and then forget and then embracing
Something new again.

There is something
However that is meant to stay that when it is gone,
You go with it and then you are lost.

There is this certain sadness with you that lingers
Like a very lonely song. Everyday it plays itself
Like a bird alone on a twig. It does not go away and
Enthralls me and then after it has unloaded all
The beauty of its notes, how it pleased my ears
It stays unmoved and then keeps on its
Chosen position until darkness hovers in
Like a blanket to its black beak.

There is this silence
That stares and then tells you its name
Honestly
The syllables of which sound very much like yours.
You know where it lives and so you do not bothe

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Relating to a certain sadness with you

When the world was new, I could not relate
To the loneliness of the song with you,
The colors of its sounds were too vibrant,
mostly red
And orange, and the coolness of green
Preoccupied my eyes to almost everything.
I was not interested perhaps,
I was too busy listening to something else.
My hands are crazy.
You did not mind of course.
You wait to the
Slit of a new opening where you think that soon
I will understand. I was moving here and there
Like a pendulum
Under the principle of pleasure. Both of my hands
Are holding on to something that I can easily
Give up and then feel nothing. The craze of letting
Things go and then forget and then embracing
Something new again.

There is something
However that is meant to stay that when it is gone,
You go with it and then you are lost.

There is this certain sadness with you that lingers
Like a very lonely song. Everyday it plays itself
Like a bird alone on a twig. It does not go away and
Enthralls me and then after it has unloaded all
The beauty of its notes, how it pleased my ears
It stays unmoved and then keeps on its
Chosen position until darkness hovers in
Like a blanket to its black beak.

There is this silence
That stares and then tells you its name
Honestly
The syllables of which sound very much like yours.
You know where it lives and so you do not bother.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If I Could Make The World Dance

Ba-da, ba-da (whoa)
Ba-da, ba-da (whoa)
Ba-da, ba-da (whoa)
Bu-da (you)
Bu-da, bu-da (whoa)
Bu-da, bu-da (whoa)
Bu-da, bu-da (whoa) (you)
Signs and wonders that the television shows (whoa)
Hate and poverty for the more, lets me know (you... you)
That life is a stage and we're all in the show (you, you)
Starring the World, 'cause we all glow
(Heaven I'm calling, heaven I'm calling)
If we just give each other a chance
(Heaven I'm calling, heaven I'm calling)
We might just fall in love
Picture us (in a land)
Where there's no more (no more war)
Shaking hands with my (brother)
And respecting my, my, my (my sisters)
(I'm offering) a dance that heals (ooh)
(A melody) you can feel (ooh)
Love is the key (whoa)
All it takes is you and me (whoa, yeah)
If I could make the world dance (whoa if I could make them dance)
Then they would dance (dance) something like this (like, whoa)
If I could make the world groove (whoa if I could make them groove)
Then they would groove something like this (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
If I could make the world sing (whoa if I could make them sing)
Then they would sing something like this
If I could make the world love (if I could make them love, if I could make the love one another)
Then it would feel something like this (yeah)
Tell me why can't more hungry people overcome (why?)
When they've got the means to build bombs, yeah (oh)
We're so quick to say God Bless America (da-da-da-da)
But take away In God We Trust (da-da-da-da)
Tell me what the hell is wrong with us?
(Heaven I'm calling, heaven I'm calling)
If we just give each other a chance then
(Heaven I'm calling, heaven I'm calling)
We might just fall in love
Picture us (in a land)
Where there's no more (no more war)
Shaking hands with my (brothers)
And respecting my, my, my (sisters)
I'm offering (I'm offering) a dance that heals
(A melody) you can feel
Love is the key
All it takes is you and me (whoa, yeah)
If I could make the world dance (whoa if I could make them dance)
Then they would dance (dance yeah) something like this (if I, oh)
If I could make the world groove (whoa if I could make them groove)
Then they would groove something like this (too-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
If I could make the world sing (whoa if I could make them sing)
Then they would sing something like this (whoa if I could make the world)
If I could make the world love I would make them love
Then it would feel something like this (yeah)
Happy people baby
Dance with me mama (come on)
Dance with me mama (yeah)
Dance with me mama (oh)
Dance with me mama (come on and)
Dance with me mama (dance with me)
Dance with me mama (oh)
Dance with me mama (come on)
Dance with me mama
Dance with me mama
Dance with me mama (whoa)
Dance with me mama (come on)
Dance with me mama (dance)
People (there's got to be) there's got to be
(A place we can go) a place that we can go
And dance out the day
So meet me at the
Spot that we used to go
And just step the night away
Please let's just rewind time
And go back because I miss those days
If I could make the world dance (whoa if I could make them dance)
Then they would dance (dance) something like this (yeah)
If I could make the world groove (whoa if I could make them groove)
Then they would groove something like this
If I could make the world sing (whoa if I could make them sing)
Then they would sing just like this (if I could)
If I could make 'em love (I surely would, I surely would) then I would make 'em love one another
Then it would feel something like this, ohh
If I could make the world (if I)
If I could make the world (could make)
If I could make the world (the world)
If I could make the world (I) (oh if I)
If I could make the world (I) (oh if I)
If I could make the world (could make) (ohh)
If I could make the world (the world)
If I could make the world (if I could make the world)
If I could make the world (if I)
If I could make the world (could make)
Chocolate Factory
If I could make the world dance
I truly would
Marvin Gaye inspired me to write that one y'all
Just as Frankie Beverley inspired me to write 'Love Street'
You know every day is a special occasion y'all
You know why? 'Cause you woke up this morning
Happy People baby

song performed by by R. Kelly
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It Came Into My Mind

it came into my mind what she started as a riddle.
syllables of life.
and of the seasons.

nine syllables for her till blooming till wilting
of the chrysanthemum, those which are not so white
against the snowy mountain of Fuji

two syllables for her brief stay in the woods
when she comes back as part of the wood itself
the twigs mourn for her
the leaves do not sing and the river stops flowing.

i ask myself, now that i have learned what syllables stand for.
how many syllables do i need to love you completely?

i have only one for you. The rest shall be my lies.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Insomniac

there is something in me that does not sleep
and all the rest are protesting in these
sacrifices

the bed is warm it is hot it has fire and it will burn me
i need to step outside
to feel the rain asking for more water
to cool me

i am here in this pool of water
water poems, cool lines of water poems
some pails of poems some lines that lull
some pills of poems
that i swallow
to make me sleep
but when? these poems do not have the word

sleep, or weary, or bore
they have this word they like
insomniac

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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