This Afternoon By The Sea
slept on the sand
the wind was cool
under the old tree
between those
leaves
skies in
small pieces
like
a jigsaw puzzle
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To me acting is like a jigsaw puzzle. The jigsaw puzzle is of the sky and all the pieces are blue. Out of this you have to create a human being and put it together.
quote by Henry Winkler
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Jigsaw Puzzles
i am a piece of jigsaw
in a jigsaw puzzle
i fit snugly in the
bossoms of jigsaws
to carry my friends to you
i am blinded though
to the picture of it all
and is the puzzled
in the jigsaw that
you hold
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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There are no extra pieces in the universe. Everyone is here because he or she has a place to fill, and every piece must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle.
quote by Deepak Chopra
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The realised soul
hidden in bits and pieces
it works like a jigsaw puzzle
you meet, you see, you go
from here, there without
knowing the real picture
until one day you suddenly
realise the proding at your heart
- waves that crest to leave a
smooth surface you could write
all your dreams
the ultimate jigsaw that helps
make a picture whole
a life wholesome
and as you leave the island
the wind teases and smiles
with you as if in celebration of
having found a good company
with a realised soul
the sky beckons with rich azure blue,
while from the sea golden fingers
in haste try to write out verses that rush
from your heart waves in quest of land
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Puzzle
friends are like a puzzle
fitting together in so many ways
sometimes it seems like a piece is missing
sometimes it seems like everythings just right
sometimes it seems like things are falling apart
friendship like a puzzle is hard to figure out
sometimes puzzle pieces disappear
and sometimes they never come back
so my puzzle, your puzzle, our puzzle must be completed
there is only one thing that can complete the puzzle
a piece of every friends heart
our puzzle is what holds us together
my puzzle is complete
all friends are happy
all hearts are here
the friendship puzzle is complete
poem by by unknown author
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Your Child
(03/08/11)
Oh my child! If you could only see
How you’ve become such a big part of me.
I see your future thru your eyes
And how in this life you will strive.
There will be hard roads and obstacles
That you must pass.
But! I know they will not last.
Build your dreams and set your goals
That is the thing that you must hold.
There will always be winding roads
And at you people will throw stones.
But! There is something that you must understand
You are the future of this land.
You can make changes, no matter how small
Your dreams don’t have to be big
They don’t have to be tall.
Like a jigsaw puzzle- little pieces
Complete the picture, for all the world to see.
You can do anything when done in unity.
Don’t ever think that there is nothing
That you can contribute.
A thought, a suggestion, a kind little word
These are the things that are felt and heard.
It takes billions of grains of sand to make a beach
With out each one- it would not be reached.
Your child is the futures lifeline
Teach them right and they’ll be fine.
poem by Louis Rams
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Peace Returns Again
We live, We die.
We mourn. We cry.
And those that are left
pick up the pieces
that were that person's life,
little pieces that fit together
like a puzzle that just like the weather
is filled with changes
of highs and lows,
of happy times
and all their woes.
The last piece of the puzzle
fits right into place
and frames the picture
that was their face.
We keep that puzzle in our heart
and remember with love each little part
that was that person's life.
We then are left with an enigma,
a puzzle that relates their life.
It lives on in the mysteries of this world
but becomes solved in the afterlife.
And peace returns again.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Without You
I miss you with your
happy face
Being without you
is a hell
I do not wish to be in
this place
The world is not
the same
My tears are dropping
never ceases
Like the waters of the
great niagra
My heart is broken into
tiny pieces
Like a thousand piece
jigsaw puzzle
With one crucial piece
missing
It will never be put
together again
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Jigsaw Puzzle
Why are there more people saying,
They do not understand what's going on?
When did a picture already painted,
By hints given to connect the dots...
And dried to hang on a wall for years,
Become a jigsaw puzzle?
Have they been standing too close to it?
Or stood too long to watch it collect dust?
And they can't define which pieces,
To separate from the image already made.
AND...
It depicts them clearly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Name Written On A Streamer
my name flies
letters in bold and colors waving like the sea
two names, appearing like twins
on a streamer as though welcoming
to the fold a big time politician
my name is just a name
like any other else's names
it is not me, of course,
i may call myself an angel
but my wings are broken
my other parts cut like a picture
of a jigsaw puzzle
one by one you must pick up
the cut pieces
you fit in there then you make
me whole again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Leaves Turning Grey
Like a carcass lays, an ancient tree,
he tried to pray, through celestial seas,
but his spirit flew just like a bee.
Everyday he gazed at crying clouds,
the wind through his branches was so loud.
He looked for listening ears
as he stood in a sea of tears.
O tree, do you still wade?
Why have you lost your will to change?
O tree, leaves turning grey,
your roots have lost their range.
But how can one ask for help,
when you're not helping yourself?
And so this tree founded on sand,
with the wind tumbled to land.
He's an arboreal fool,
in a world that pulls
his heart and blood apart.
O tree, you've lost your blood,
your dead branches lay in the mud.
O tree, leaves turning grey,
your roots in such ground won't stay.
poem by Soren Valentine
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The Way You Want Things To Be
you want the sea to have waves
and you say that they are more true that way
or the leaves to have the wind beside it
or the skies to have clouds
how i wish however to have crystal clear seas
leaves so still as though they only have the sun as companion
clear skies
undisturbed blue
do you think that there is something wrong with all these?
i know you will leave me with a blunt answer
but let me tell you
crystals are virtues of the sea before it was disturbed
clear skies have always been peaceful
and leaves have always wanted the solitude without the wind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Predestined space
every poem i wrote had existed
somewhere else - another realm
i worked on a jigsaw puzzle
to put word by word the poetry here
every misplaced word looked like
an upturned king's head
or a chair's leg in the king's mouth
each wrong entry was so telling
a mistake i had to make sure
each word did not slip in
the jigsaw puzzle,
that they went to the right place
every poem i wrote had existed
somewhere else - another realm
the mind recognised the space
for each individual word to make up
- the poem
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Making A Jigsaw Puzzle Of The View
pull out sunset down to the sea
hide it on the horizon
pull up the seagulls and put the
moon at the center then scatter
the stars like seashells and fnally
get a picture of yourself and cut
your face and hands into pieces
be sure to mix the fingers and
interchange the left from the right
cut some more of yourself into
differents sizes and shapes
let us see how she really cares
let her solve the jigsaw puzzle
let her make yourself whole again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life 2
Life is loke a puzzle sometimes you can't always see
which pieces are put together
sometimes there's pieces missing form your puzzle and it takes a life time to figure out what they are
all i know is I hope I find them soon!
poem by Marissa Ford
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The Civil War
I am torn in two
but I will conquer myself.
I will dig up the pride.
I will take scissors
and cut out the beggar.
I will take a crowbar
and pry out the broken
pieces of God in me.
Just like a jigsaw puzzle,
I will put Him together again
with the patience of a chess player.
How many pieces?
It feels like thousands,
God dressed up like a whore
in a slime of green algae.
God dressed up like an old man
staggering out of His shoes.
God dressed up like a child,
all naked,
even without skin,
soft as an avocado when you peel it.
And others, others, others.
But I will conquer them all
and build a whole nation of God
in me - but united,
build a new soul,
dress it with skin
and then put on my shirt
and sing an anthem,
a song of myself.
poem by Anne Sexton
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My Puzzle Of Dreams
Raindrops falling down from the sky
Feeling empty inside
Searching for reasons to hold on
No one sees the struggle in me
Or the wounds that won't heel
Victim of choices that i'm making
(Welcome)
Welcome to my puzzle of dreams
Baby welcome to my heart
Trying hard to find pieces
In this puzzle of dreams
Fighting way out of the dark
Meet my puzzle of dreams
Pictures spinning round in my head
Feels that i'm almost there
But when i reach out it falls apart
In my mind I know what is real
Feel the power in me
Inside of my heart I have it all
When the hopes keep on fading
All the pieces I'm saving
Remind me that I am strong enough to
Make my puzzle of dreams
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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The Word That Wouldn’t Fit (Fun Poem 25)
A writer’s life is full of woe,
you find a word you like,
then you write something,
and try to fit that word in,
but when you look again.
That word you thought of
it just won’t fit in,
no matter how hard you try it,
that word just will not go.
In a fit of frustration,
you stick it here and there.
Just like jigsaw puzzle
where the pieces will not fit,
so this word will not go anywhere.
In the end you say, “OH heck! ”
Then you put the word
to the back of your mind.
Maybe another day
in another poem,
that word just might fit.
Having said all that,
I’m not betting on it.
poem by David Harris
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Melting With The Shadows Of The Trees
one tells me
i have only a few months to live.
will it bother me?
i only tell myself
everything is a possibility
dying is certain, so what's the heck?
i don't have any baggage
to carry,
neither do i have so many things to hide
or keep
and worry about them
as to who shall have them
she is worried about me
do i have emotions? am i numb as a rock?
i tell her, i am a cliff
i look beyond the sea,
i am a friend of the wind
i have a grasp of heaven
to live is not really to just live
it is also
by essence to think beyond living
to know that everything here is just
part of the total picture
a bit of a pixel
that there are still missing pieces of
this jigsaw puzzle
it is like
packing nothing
walking barefoot on the grassy hill
passing a river
and walking some mountains
it is like
walking in the dark
and melt
with the shadows of the trees.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dunes
oh! man. remember the day when you are born, the sky that
twinkle in your eyes, as the sea breeze, in the dunes of sand,
tranquil, in the luminous pavement of water beneath your
mother's tear
you have chatter the fears of death, of which the stings of pain,
labour in the weary sweat of your father hand has come to sprout
like orchards green of graves in the blue sky in your mother
dream
a dunes, that whisper the cool olive oil in the green leaves of
summer in the meadow of oasis of desert from the storm in the,
night of the skies, waiting to capture the smiling faces of your
loved father and mother cribs
like a cheddar, full of tasted cream of cheese, in every tongue,
awaits to capture the aroma of judgment in our hearts, so
especial, that every wind calls our spirit to mingle every direction
it brings
each pieces of sand, leads us to a place, where the emptied
soul, find its meaning of being one in the darkness of uncertainty
a call for, to follow the segment of our life in the course of nature
tranquility
life is what we make it, a wind that redirect us to focus ourselves,
the dunes of where we have to follow, where the cooled wind,
will brings to the sea of life everlasting
' let the dunes be, a dunes to other in the great blue ocean of God'
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poem by Antonio Liao
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