The Well That Becomes Dry
your rope and pail
shall find no use now
for the well that used to give you water
has gone dry
utter a word to it
and what you hear is nothing but an echo
dropp a coin
there will be no ripples anymore
a fish lives there
now dead buried on the cracks of the soil
inside is the emptiness
that it will keep till the next rain
the rope shall accumulate
dust
the pail shall have its own
rust.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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His Depth
when the rope with a pail was lowered
to get some water
there was none, and the
rope was only about two meters long
what was loud was the
echo of the pail banging
the muddy bottom
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can't Cry These Tears
I just don't care anymore
I've reached the end of the rope
I just don't care anymore
Won't cry these tears anymore
Can't find it in the bible
Can't find it on t.v.
Can't find it in diamonds
There's something inside me that just won't allow me to
Find it in music
Can't find it in my soul
Can't find it in chocolate
Oh babe I can't hide it I can't even find it in you
I just don't care anymore
I've reached the end of the rope
I just don't care anymore
Won't cry these tears anymore
There's no way she can kiss you the way that I do
I heard that you miss me
Oh you should be careful of whom you've been talking to
Long nights without you have taught me to be strong
I've cut all of my losses
Think no more about it because I couldn't find it in you
I just don't care anymore
I've reached the end of the rope
I just don't care anymore
Won't cry these tears anymore
There was a time I thought I'd die
If you should ever leave me high and dry
And you don't want me anymore
It's time to settle the score
I just don't care anymore
I've reached the end of my tether
I've torn all the letters up
I just don't care anymore
Won't cry these tears anymore
I just don't care anymore
I've reached the end of my rope and it's time that I told you so
I just don't care anymore
Won't cry these tears anymore
It's time to settle the score
song performed by by Garbage
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Fetching Water
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
Everyone today has forgotten
what it’s like to haul water in a pail.
Every house must have a Jacuzzi,
and a big swimming pool, as well.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
And our homes must have a green lawn
to keep it looking really good!
The water we waste on that green grass
could be used by the farmer to grow food.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
Don’t waste all of that precious water.
We have worked too hard to bring it here.
We can’t live without that precious water
let’s be thankful that it is so near.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
Don’t be taking the water from the farmer
without it his crops will never grow.
All of life depends upon the water
Don’t take it for granted anymore.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
poem by Emma Beverage
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Or When You Are Inside A Dark Room
and all are solid walls
you hear no one and no one hears you
you stand and grapple for light
your hands feeling the sides of
the walls
you panic for an exit
and still there is none
you calm yourself
and sit on the floor
you close your eyes in this darkness
and see the light inside
is this not a relief? you breathe
deeper like you are throwing a rope with a pail
inside the hole
of a well
you hear nothing yet
until it hits the bottom
and then you settle for something
so temporal
like this: i am alright. Things will be.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Contemporary Poetry
contemporary poetry
is nice to read since they are
not cliches, very much unlike
shakespeare or
mary oliver
i 've seen one and read it
over and over again
it feels like
trickling rain from
my forehead to my
spine
like this:
rain
rain
go
away
come
back
an
other
d
a
y....
i am amazed
i think i will write about jack and jill went up the hill to get a pail of water.
jack forgot and
what is that? jill come rolling after?
the pail.
i am bitter.
sour i mean.
i don't belong
i am one kind of a frustrated contemp...
orary wri
ter.
well, i will try next time
i have to reread
bukowski's advice
i will wait
till the next tick.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Velvet Rope (feat. Vanessa Mae)
Featuring Vanessa Mae]
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
This special need
That's within us
Brings out the best
Yet worst in us
Follow the passion
That's within you
Living the truth
Will set you free
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
Put others down
To fill us up
Oppressing me
Will oppress you
Outside leave judgment
Outside leave hate
One love's the answer
You'll find in you
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Contemporary Poetry (2)
contemporary poetry
is nice to read since they are
not cliches, very much unlike
shakespeare or
mary oliver
i 've seen one and read it
over and over again
it feels like
trickling rain from
my forehead to my
spine
like this:
rain
rain
go
away
come
back
an
other
d
a
y....
i am amazed
i think i will write about jack and jill went up the hill to get a pail of water.
jack forgot and
what is that? jill come rolling after?
the pail.
i am bitter.
sour i mean.
i don't belong
i am one kind of a frustrated contemp...
orary wri
ter.
well, i will try next time
i have to reread
bukowski's advice
i will wait
till the next tick.
oh well,
i got other things to do.
the grapes are sour anyway.
(cliche duh!)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Resolution
early in the morning
as we pray in church
searching for
light
we ponder deep
like a well
without rope
on a rusty pail
and then we open our eyes
not seeing any light
we find the darkness instead
and then we step out
and walk on our
separate ways.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jumping Rope
We are jumping rope together
we are jumping rope together
unwinding naughty knots of tether
we are jumping rope together
We are jumping rope together
we are skipping beats together
pouting panting chasing chants
unraveling rigid wraps to sever
We are jumping rope together
we are jumping rope together
jointly jogging jagged breath
suddenly we
sneeze!
poem by Randy Resh
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Illusion and ignorance
To mistake a rope for a snake
Or to mistake a snake for a rope
Is illusion in perception.
To take a rope for rope and
A snake for snake is knowledge.
To take a rope not for a rope
And a snake not for a snake
Is ignorance. We employ
All the three at variant times
At different degrees in life.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rope hair woman
Rope hair woman
Where you’re off to tonight
Rope hair woman
You’re lookin’ out of sight
O rope hair woman
I love with all my might
Rope hair woman if you could if you can
Let me be your dread lock man.
Dread lock man
Can you understand
That a rope hair woman
Does all that she can
To move you to that sexual point
Better then your hand
O rope hair woman
Here is my plain
Rope hair woman I will give
Up my womanly man
O rope hair woman
The world can understand
That you want a dread lock man.
poem by David E. Patton
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I Cant Stand It
(reed)
Before being a man
Livin in a garbage pail
My landlady call me up
She tried to hit me with a mop
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
I live with thirteen dead cats
A purple who hear spats
Theyre all livin in a hall
And I cant stand it anymore
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
Before being a man
Livin in a garbage pail
My landlady call me up
She tried to hit me with a mop
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
I cant stand it anymore more
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
But if shelly she would just come back
Itll be allright
Be allright, be allright....
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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How Does One Hear The Echoes Of Silence?
silence. Does not speak, silence is dead.
it is buried underneath the mouth,
and simply rots there, like dust,
with worms. It will be the worms
that shall utter silence, but at the end
silence is devoured
and gone.
what you hear and see is this
emptiness. it has feet and walks in air.
and tinkers in space, some moods and
feelings, fleeing, fleeting,
this emptiness speaks a lot
some words turning themselves
from elves to giants to cyclops
to monsters of the universe
where this emptiness dwells
it is in my heart, always, resounding,
with lots of echoes as it reaches
the walls of the farthest planet
and comes back to me
like the twinkling of a star.
and then i am full.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do I Love You, Until Today
all make-up have lose
to the ground,
like a painted wall that cracks thru and thru
yah! so naive in the making, yet satisfying
the smile that crafted in your face,
oh! lousy beauty that beverage a new wine in
an old jar
dress code that bother the seeker,
blond want to arose the young one, bother me
not forgotten rotten fish in the pail,
nothing left but a texture that once upon a time
so cute and dazzling like fish wanted to be hook
in the fishermen cage
nay those days will come again,
boarded in the speed of sound, like a jet
viewed in the clouds, waiting to hail
the rainbow that never
rain, come and take those sparkle of moist in the
sky as you will touch the gentle eyes that
eagerly want to dance in those beautiful
amber check
till then, my lips is seal with
laughter, until the last day of a given time,
still I do love you my darling
poem by Antonio Liao
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Skip Away
I was walking, talking today
And a little girl came skipping my way
Reciting some silly nonsense song
Wasn't long before she was gone
' skip a rope '
A good friend in the middle of the night
rang up involved in her plight
On her behalf could I say a few words
Why of course and now they are heard
' skip a rope '
Then when the Sun comes out to play
We all perk up and listen to her say
Then we all smile from deeply inside
And from within the Sunshine can't hide
' skip a rope '
And with sadness you have to go
Across the ocean so far it's so
But when you land you extend your hand
from there to here and back again
' skip a rope '
poem by Midnights Voice
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Tie A Knot, Hang On
Life can bring great challenges,
disappointment and despair.
At times we want to just give up,
from pressures hard to bear.
Life on earth can be beautiful.
We must never give up hope.
Tie a knot, and hang on for dear life,
when you're at the end of your rope.
The rope represents our earth life,
whether happy, sad, or fraught.
Our Savior's great atoning love,
represents the saving knot.
If we will but have faith in Him
when our rope is at it's end,
He'll be the knot that stops our fall,
and helps our lives to mend..
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Little Ripples
On a tranquil sea.
Are they really that calm?
Can I cross them,
Like a bump in the road.
Do I find the strength
Like in youthful naivety?)
To speed on through
Till one overtakes me
In my mind.
Little ripples.
They scare me so.
I keep swimming day by day.
Eyes just above the ripples.
Little ripples, Little ripples
Be kind to my mind!
The salt water relaxation
Is taking me away
From earthly cares.
But how many more ripples
Can I surmount?
Before I give up
And just become a memory
In peoples minds`.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Cant Cry These Tears
I just dont care anymore
Ive reached the end of the road
I just dont care anymore
Wont cry these tears anymore
Cant find it in the bible
Cant find it on tv
Cant find it in diamonds
Theres something inside me that just wont allow me to
Find it in music
Cant find it in my soul
Cant find it in chocolate
Oh babe I cant hide it
I cant even find it in you
Theres no way she can kiss you
The way that I do
I heard that you miss me
Oh you should be careful of who you keep talking to
Long nights without you have taught me to be strong
Ive cut all my losses
Think no more about it cause I couldnt find it in you
There was a time I thought Id die
If you should ever leave me high and dry
Now you dont want me any more
Its time to settle the score
I just dont care anymore
Ive reached the end of my tether
Ive torn all your letters up
I just dont care anymore
Wont cry these tears anymore
I just dont care anymore
Ive reached the end of my rope
And its time that I told you so
I just dont care anymore
Wont cry these tears anymore
song performed by by Garbage
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Soil Is A Soul Of Life
Soil what is soil Lord?
soil is life seed
soil is a living organism
soil is a loom
from which you were made
dust you were dust you will be
Soil what is soil Scientist?
soil is a critical
part
of an ecosystem
soil provides
important nutrients
for plants in
an ecosystem
soil helps
anchor
plants
to keep
plants
in place
soil absorbs
holds water
for plants
soil absorbs
holds water
for animals
lakes rivers
to use
soil provides
a home
for many species
lots of living
organisms
soil
regenerates life
dust you were dust you will be
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Pollution go away
water, water, water come dried my tears and
wasted my pail, what makes you crystal clear
is the one makes me fear
fresh as the cold air, monsoon wind makes it
feel, turning back, as you made it wiggle still,
air comes and goes as you always will
havoc in the soil as you always till, make the
surrounding nice and beautiful to see in the
paradise where you are there
now as you come in my living soul, where
you always look in a distance poop, all the
way you stand as a tree, in the trunk I see
there you are free
leave me not, for I have a dream in the day
that you stay at me, even it’s almost in the middle
of the night, my friendly way has to say, a very
good day my heavenly spray
poem by Antonio Liao
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