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The Worms In The Graveyard

the worms in the graveyard
are boasting that the moment
they finally sign your papers
you will have nothing to take
except your hair, your bones,
your nails your teeth
and they leave such a
threatening word

you are a man, and
you can do nothing about it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Curse Against Elegies

Oh, love, why do we argue like this?
I am tired of all your pious talk.
Also, I am tired of all the dead.
They refuse to listen,
so leave them alone.
Take your foot out of the graveyard,
they are busy being dead.

Everyone was always to blame:
the last empty fifth of booze,
the rusty nails and chicken feathers
that stuck in the mud on the back doorstep,
the worms that lived under the cat's ear
and the thin-lipped preacher
who refused to call
except once on a flea-ridden day
when he came scuffing in through the yard
looking for a scapegoat.
I hid in the kitchen under the ragbag.

I refuse to remember the dead.
And the dead are bored with the whole thing.
But you - you go ahead,
go on, go on back down
into the graveyard,
lie down where you think their faces are;
talk back to your old bad dreams.

poem by Anne Sexton
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Dear Pedant

You thought I’d:
bleach
my teeth
paint
my nails
fix
my hair
prance
in heels
cook
large meals
f**k
each night
love
old friends
make
new plans –
instead I:
doubt
new plans
scorn
old friends
run
each night
miss
all meals
fall
in heels
tear
out hair
bite
plain nails
clench
back teeth

poem by Amelia C
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Yesterday's Papers

Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

After this time I finally learned
After the pain and hurt
After all this what have I achieved
I've realized it's time to leave

Cause
Cho wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

Living a life of constant change
Every day means the turn of a page
Yesterdays papers are such bad news
Same thing applies to me and you

Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

Seems very hard to have just one girl
When there's a million in the world
All of these people just can't wait
To fall right into their big mistake

Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

song performed by by Rolling Stones from Between The Buttons
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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With Teeth

But she will not let you go
But this time Im not coming back
She will not let you go
But this time Im not coming back
Keeps holding on
She will not let you go
Keeps holding on and on
She will not let you go
No, no, no, no, no!
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
I cannot go through this again /x8
No, no, no, no, no!
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
Youve finally found the place where you belong
It comes on strong
She makes you hard
The rules have changed, the line begins to blur
To what you were
Wave goodbye
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
And it runs deeper than you dare to dream it could be
The black seal
She makes you better than anything youve tried
Its in her kiss
She comes along
She gets inside

song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Reality Bites

reality has a picture
an old one, still black and white
for which i have
this love-hate relationship
of keeping it and
then throwing it away
again

reality has a way of showing me
that i cannot escape
and here i am as always
visiting it alone when no one is watching

we are friends finally
and we keep secrets

reality knows how to keep this secret
this Sphinx of my mind
that black bird with strong wings that
can fly away whenever it likes
to

and stay on top of the situation
saying:

' i can manage the weight
of silence'

reality this venomous snake that bites
me and can kill me
even
but through time i have taken much
dose by
dose
teeth to
teeth

and so
i gained this immunity
of death and pain

'we get attuned
to heat'

the desert has this
wisdom
somehow

reality is skin to my bones and flesh

or bones and blood
wrapped in sealed
epidermic containers

i have all the options for lying like the other woman
next door
and then suffer
and then be too unhappy
or just
be the happiest man
for the moment

two faces, day and night
when we get older we know what is this all about
and it is not even worth mentioning at all

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sometimes It Must Be Me Who Must Say: Sorry

you apply for a job and they are the bosses
who give you the requirements

from 1 to 20 and you comply and then they take a look at your papers
and they say they need another set of requirements
from A to D,

and they tell you the deadline and they leave you the final note
that you comply
otherwise you will not be considered and everything in your life
will simply
be a jeopardy, or even double jeopardy

and they say that they do not want to say the word
sorry
to you
at the final rejection

you finally give up
and make a protest to this kind of injustice

and you write your latest entry in your journal:

' i finally gave up, and sometimes, dear diary,
it must be me who must say:
sorry, you also do not deserve me.
i quit'

love,

myself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mundane Moments

When vacuousness approaches, the rosy apples
Continue to linger on sleepless saucer. The crunchy teeth
Where passions glittered, rest a concrete silence
Lustless hands hung loosely across the heart

When does nihility approach. Why does it come
ruminating manay a loner eve rolls by
The beard lengthens, nails, hair and unsociability
Disrupting doorbell I lie down in vacuum
Devoid of enlightement

And once again I became aware of the friction of teeth
And observe hands and cruel teeth
Engrossed once again in munching apples

poem by Choudhuri Sukumar
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Sign Of The Gypsy Queen

(lorence hud)
Published by irving music, inc. - bmi
Lightning smokes on the hillrise
Brought the man with the warning light
Shouting loud you had better fly
While the darkness can help you hide
Troubles comin without control
No ones stayin thats got a hope
Hurricane at the very least
In the words of the gypsy queen
Sign of the gypsy queen
Pack your things and leave
Word of a woman who knows
Take all your gold and you go
Get my saddle and tie it on
Western wind who is fast and strong
Jump on back, hes good and long
Well resist till we reach the dawn
Running seems like the best offense
Staying just dont make any sense
No one could ever stop it now
Show the cards of the gypsy town
Sign of the gypsy queen
Pack your things and leave
Word of a woman who knows
Take all your gold and you go
Shadows movin without a sound
From the hold of the sleepless town
Evil seems to be everywhere
Heed the spirit that brought despair
Troubles comin without control
No ones stayin thats got a hope
Hurricane at the very least
In the words of the gypsy queen
Sign of the gypsy queen
Pack your things and leave
Word of a woman who knows
Take all your gold and you go
Sign of the gypsy queen
Pack your things and leave
Word of a woman who knows
Take all your gold and you go
Sign of the gypsy queen
Pack your things and leave
Word of a woman who knows
Take all your gold and you go

song performed by by April Wine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Chopped Women

now i need not blame the culprit
of this chopping incident: the head thrown from a cliff
rolling down
the deep part of the river below
a taxi driver did it
where blood of some fish
try to conceal
the stink of the the human blood
of two women

their four arms
wrapped in black plastic bags
apart from their thighs
thrown in different
places of the town

the police officers found
some other human parts
under the bridge
far from the others finally located
in the canal
of a distant barrio

i read the papers
the headlines of the city
about a cold murder

the killer said
he admitted the killing and will serve the sentence in jail

all because of the woman's word
demeaning his manhood
all because she wanted him out of her life

the words that finally know how to kill
to chop and throw the mouth, the lips, the teeth, the tongue
the arms and legs
and thighs

apart from each other

i do not mean to side with the killer
we simply have to be careful with the word that also knows how to kill

simple courtesy could have avoided
a cold murder
a kind word could have make a better place
a world of peace

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Making Love To A New Person

i do not wait quite that long to have you.
i like your hair, you had it cut finally.
short, but still silky, i touch each lock
like the way i feel
wool, sliding my hands behind you
and then
my finger lands between your lips,
not for anything else,
i do not want any word from you,
neither from me,
this is the moment i have been waiting for
all my life
to be with you, on this short moment,
like your short hair
i feel your lips close to mine,

i savor your breath
unto my own mouth,
your spirit unto mine, i breathe
through each lock,
silky, smooth,
too lovely still,

now, i die embraced by the
understanding of your
arms.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My World Is Not Interesting After All

what you do not know yet
of course
is interesting and so
since you have not known
much of me
you find me
a subject
of interest

you keep on tracking me
like a path
that may lead you to
a certain
discovery, and you followed
me
religiously, and i
did not ask you to stop
or refuse
your insistence,

i have nothing to hide
somehow
you have only to know
every part
of me and then
you have reached
my world

surveyed every word
object, thought,
aspirations,
dreams

yes even my dreams
and
you figure out
some possibilities
in symbols
like a dot
or a scribble in stones
or veins
on leaves
and their meanings
and hear
all their claims for
a certain nuance

and then
you finally find that
there is nothing
interesting at all
in my own open world
like a field of hay
or spread of
sunshine

something
that you can identify with
like
being lost, or sad
or panicky

(do you expect an
explosion
or a pandemonium
of falling
and failing
objects?
a volcanic eruption
or the rage of
the seven rivers?)

after all
is a mountain with
green grass
and heavens with
blue skies
interesting at all?

you do not have
to say goodbye
your silence is
enough
for me

there is no war in
my world
there is no destruction
there are no relics
worthy
of my past
there are no worms
in my humus
no fleas in my carpets
no lice inside
the locks of my hair
no stings or strings
attached to
my bones

you see
i am not interesting
at all

do not blame me
i have already told you about that
at the prologue
of my first word.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CV: Later

A magic word to stop a whining child
A lazy word to avoid problem
A vague word to cover our fear
A determined word to achieve our dream
A distant word to hang the commitment
A teaser word to hint surprise
A playful word to tease the loser
A promise word to fire revenge
A threatening word to doom the enemy

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Have Worms Inside My Mouth

at first i wanted to spit them all
wanting to relieve myself
with all the hassle
in keeping worms
that my friends detest

they tell me
that i must spit them all
for reasons of
sanitation

or perhaps
for my own sanity

i think about it
and the possibilities
of finally throwing up

after all i get
nauseous

this feeling of trying to hide
some things
inside the mouth

(do you know
about it?)

i could not do the throwing up
and so
the worms are still there
it is something
about giving them
temporary shelter
a home

i did not listen to myself
i did not listen to their advices

i decided to keep the worms for good
swallowing each worm
sliding in my esophagus
and finally settling inside the
rooms of my heart

i dream about each worm
wriggling inside my brain
but i keep them still
despite the mixed feelings of
pleasure and pain

one day
the worms become butterflies
and i feel ready for
this beautiful eventuality

i look up
to the heavens
on a very bright day

i spit them
all free

to the skies to the clouds
and to the trees
where they all
rightfully belong

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Kaiser’s Government

I govern, as I learn, with governments
Arousing my anger, like the sight of a gorge
All overpowering and threatening to the body,
As I dive into its abyss, not knowing it before.
I am angry at the kaiser, a painful man,
Empires are bitten, melted and occupied.
He has palatable food, chickens are around
Threatening him by their calling, as cowards look.
My kaiser is not mine now,
My governing him is mine now,
As I have learnt his bones
And the bones of chickens
Making a soup stock, full of taste.
I may never be governed, once governed.

poem by Naveed Akram
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I used to lie between cool, clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath, after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it, and talk to God.

quote by Frances Farmer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Last Ditch

over there is the last ditch
there are barbed wire fences
over there are the greener
pastures
you may jump as you wish
you may leave me if you
finally decide that
things end
like normal stories
that there are endings
to our expectations
you may pack and take the best
and leave the worse for me
but for one thing
sign this pact
that when you have finally done
and fulfilled your wishes
you must not come back
and beg
for my acceptance
the second time around
i warn you
is lovelier
but do not expect that
after i have cried
a river
that i will be the same again
nope.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My First Boyfriend

My first Boyfriend
was Stanley Gardner
whomI met in kindy
all thirty long years ago.
He wore silver braces
and thick jam jar glasses
whereas I had buck teeth
That jutted out a mile
and a mop of frizzy hair
but he declared his love for me
by sharing his vegemite sandwich
and orange juice popper
in the sandpit,
in the middle of the oval
And now 30 years on I meet him again
with his wife and child
He has the straightest of teeth
and sans hair and glasses
And me with straightened hair
And perfect teeth
courtesy of my cosmetic teeth makeover!
And my orthodontist

poem by Kaci Tami
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One Mirror Too Many

From the moment you see
The moment you breath
The moment I touch you
From the moment you crawl
The moment you fall
The instant I loved you again
From the moment of darkness
The moment of light
The second I kissed you
From the moment I enter
The moment I leave
In this moment of rapture
Chorus
One mirror to many gonna tie you up
A life forever empty has got to be tough
To many starless night gonna leave you blind
Can never make it right
From the moment you stumble
The moment you run
In your presence I crumble
From the moment it happens
The moment you know
Theres no life without you

song performed by by Black Crowes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Today I Say Thank You For The Silence

thank you for the silence
when you tap my shoulder without saying a word
that was all that i need

thank you for the smile
without uttering any word that smile has spoken more than
what i need for the day
when i finally hit the rocks at the bottom

thank you for the company
it was more than the flowers and the money and the food
even for that short moment
way beyond my longer days of sorrow
you have given me comfort

now, in my solitude, i need more of the silence
thank you, you also know how to leave me
always at the right time
when silence becomes so precious
when we call it
golden

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Morning Papers

He realized that she was new 2 love
Naive in every way
Every schoolboys fanstasy she was
Thats why he had 2 wait
If he poured his heart into a glass
And offered it like wine
She could drink and be back in time for the morning papers
They could take a walk down the oceanside
Make a wish on every wave
They could find a carousel
And ride or kiss in every cave
They could contemplate the entire universe
Or just one star
Or just how far was the walk 4 the morning papers
Let me play it for u one time, oh oh
Well
Hey
Shucks
Why is age more than a number when it comes 2 love?
Should we ask the ones who speculate
When they dont know what its made of?
Should we ask the moonlight on your face
Or the raindrops in your hair
Or should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?
Should we ask the moonlight on your face
Or the raindrops in your hair
Should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?
Somebody help me sing it now
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh yes
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Go play
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Ok

song performed by by Prince
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