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This Is Only The Beginning

when steps proceed to
another journey making marks on the shore
the sands are not without understanding
what is happening to the waves
and the pebbles
the waves arrive on an infinite
folding and unfolding
on such a monotonous acrobatic
of foam and air
and hush and push
coming back and going away
i have the courage to say
well, what could all these be
but always beginnings...i have not seen
any ending at all, where?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Waves And Foams On My Feet

when my feet steps on the sands
and pebbles of the shore
i feel the life
stood upon by my whole body
when the waves
come and go like a pendulum on
my legs
leaving some sea caps
and foam on the hair
i begin to understand
who i am,
arriving and yet not staying
going away and yet coming back
in a matter of time
between storms and
clear days, and i agree with
the seagulls singing about life
and fading in a distance

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pre-Existence

I laid me down upon the shore
And dreamed a little space;
I heard the great waves break and roar;
The sun was on my face.

My idle hands and fingers brown
Played with the pebbles grey;
The waves came up, the waves went down,
Most thundering and gay.

The pebbles, they were smooth and round
And warm upon my hands,
Like little people I had found
Sitting among the sands.

The grains of sands so shining-small
Soft through my fingers ran;
The sun shone down upon it all,
And so my dream began:

How all of this had been before;
How ages far away
I lay on some forgotten shore
As here I lie to-day.

The waves came shining up the sands,
As here to-day they shine;
And in my pre-pelasgian hands
The sand was warm and fine.

I have forgotten whence I came,
Or what my home might be,
Or by what strange and savage name
I called that thundering sea.

I only know the sun shone down
As still it shines to-day,
And in my fingers long and brown
The little pebbles lay.

poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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Waves And Foams On My Feet (revised)

when my feet step on the sands
and pebbles of the shore
i feel the life
stood upon by my whole body
when the waves
come and go like a pendulum on
my legs
leaving some sea caps
and foam on the hair
i begin to understand
who i am,
arriving and yet not staying
going away and yet coming back
in a matter of time
between storms and
clear days, and i agree with
the seagulls singing about life
and fading in a distance

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Notes 1

we are but
dusts in the wind
blown in an
instant
far and gone

we are but
the pebbles the sands
on the shore

we are but waves
coming and going
always
recurring

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Hundred Ripples

One hundred ripples I mark today
One hundred steps along my way

One hundred steps lead to the pond
One hundred trees there do surround

One hundred birds nesting among the trees
One hundred bees filling the air with these

One hundred bees buzzing about in the air
One hundred flowers are pollinating there

One hundred flowers provide the aromas sweet
For one hundred bouquets given to lovers as treat

One hundred lovers walk the winding pathway
One hundred times to find romance there each day

One hundred times they will reach to explore
One hundred pebbles found along the pond shore

One hundred pebbles carry wishes through the air
One hundred ripples on surface creating there

One hundred ripples then spreading out will begin
One hundred waves soon lapping at the shore again

One hundred waves providing the means for
One hundred more pebbles to reach the shore

One hundred pebbles scatter along the pathway
One hundred steps retraced at the end of the day

One hundred small steps... this latest poem was conceived to denote
One hundred little ripples... spreading from 100 poems I wrote

poem by Mary Havran
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The Ocean

1969 live version
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Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the shore
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Earth is a hollow hair bought of a bigger head
It nearly drives me crazy
I am a lazy son
I never get things down
...(unknown)
But here comes the waves
Down by the shore
Washing the eye of the land
That has been down by the sea
Down by the sea
Down by the sea
Down by the sea
Here comes the ocean and the waves
Down by the shore
Here comes the ocean and the waves
Down by the sea
(incense or in sex or insects) for evil thoughts, thought of by selfish men
It nearly drives me crazy
I am a lazy son
I never get things done
...(unknown)
Here comes the waves down by the shore
Washing the eye of the land that has been down by the sea
Down by the sea
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Peel slowly and see version
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Here comes the ocean
And the waves
Down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves
Where have they been?
Silver and black with night
Heres to a summers night
An empty splendid castle
Glowering alone at night
The princess has had a fright
Madness seeks out the lover
And here come the waves down by the shore
Washing the soul of the body
That comes from the depths of the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves, where have they been
Dont swim tonight my love
The tide is out my love
Malcoms curse haunts our family
Oh yes, loud in which, ruler of filthy seas, revelling heavans justice
And here come the waves
And save for a scream
Theres much like a song
To be heard, in the wind, that blows by the sea.
Like the wind
Here come the waves,
Here come the waves,
Here come the waves

song performed by by Velvet Underground
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SEA-MAD (A Breton Maid)

Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me!
One said:
"Away! he is dead!
Upon my foam I have flung his head!
Go back to your cote, you never shall wed!—
(Nor he!)"

Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me.
Two brake.
The third with a quake
Cried loud, "O maid, I'll find for thy sake
His dead lost body: prepare his wake!"
(And back it plunged to the sea!)

Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me.
One bore—
And swept on the shore—
His pale, pale face I shall kiss no more!
Ah, woe to women death passes o'er!
(Woe's me!)

poem by Cale Young Rice from Sea Poems (1921)
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Men, the waves

The sea waves meet the shore.
The waves ebb; the shore stays ashore.
He, the wave, meets her, the shore.
The waves carry the carcass of the tryst.
The shore buries the debris of the tryst.
Man sticks to the past, woman to the future.
13.01.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ocean

Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves where have they been
Dont swim tonight my love, the sea is mad my love
Its known to drive men crazy
Malcolm has burned at sea, the castle it sits and reeks
The madness can make you hazy
But here come the waves
Down by the shore
Washing the rocks that have been here
Centuries or more
Down by the sea
Here come the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves where have they been
Castles glowing at night, towers above out fright
Warlocks decapitating
Malcolm he lives on hate, serve your brain on a plate
Feasts on your mouth for dinner
But here come the waves
Down by the sea
Washing the eyes of the men
Who have died
Down by the sea
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Here come the waves

song performed by by Lou Reed
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Everything Unfolds The Way They Want To

the sea comes to me by the shore
folding and unfolding and folding and unfolding
wave after wave
ripple after ripple
like the way they all want to

i just watch
i do nothing
everything is just fulfilling
and fulfilling and fulfilling and coming and coming and going and going

i just watch and i do nothing
i can do nothing
they are just doing and going and coming and fulfilling

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Steps

steps taken in stillness
resonate off the walls
of the universe...
creating waves,
waves upon waves,
that pound the shores
of indifference
till change arises,
and a new day begins!

steps taken in naked honesty,
peel back the layers of the wound.
find the tiny speck of the human,
beneath the rubble and the ruins.

steps taken in shared compassion
have the rhythm of human hearts,
beating out the sacred dance
in honor of what we're called to be...

steps taken together,
the very best of all!
from darkness into the light,
from captivity into freedom!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Soon, Sometime

soon, is mother's
usual word for hope
so i may not retreat
and lurk by the dark
corner and weep.

soon when your
papa comes soon
when he is finally
forgiven, soon

when the storm
is over soon when
the house is
again strenthened
by its walls and
scaffolds

soon when you grow
up to be a man soon
when you are big
enough to understand

what really is the matter
why the roof leaks why
the door is always closed
why the glass windows
are misty

soon my son she says
soon you will have stronger
hands to hold on to a
pillar soon my son you
will have a brain that
travels beyond this
trifles soon my son you
will have wings to fly

and soon you will know
that this life is our journey
towards an uncertain
destination soon my son

you will know that you will
always be going and going
and goind soon you will

know my son, that there
is no stopping that there
is only an overlapping

of waves and shore and
waves and shore in the

never ending ebb and
rise of life and death.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow

Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
As in a sack some thing washed in:
And lay amidst the shells
And pebbles of the shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.

Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
The sea-waves washed her in
One eye was closed the other open
And on her golden hair
Were drops of red:
Wild lapped the sea-waves and the cloud
Frowned on the sea-shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.

How many winters rude have skimmed
Their frozen fingers on the white breast
Of the pale moon-lit lake a-dreaming sound
How many a Spring of green
Has come and gone:
Since that ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
The sea-waves washed her in
Her clothes that rich were tattered were
Unseemly with the smoke of cigars
And the drunk smell of alcohol
Her look was wild and sad and raw:
Wild lapped the sea-waves and the cloud
Frowned on the sea-shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.

poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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A Fisherman's Baby

Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
He hastes to his dear ones o'er billows of foam;
Then sleep, little darling, till papa comes home.
Sleep, little baby; hush, little baby;
Papa is coming, no longer to roam.

The shells and the pebbles, all day tossed about,
Are lulled into sleep by the tide ebbing out.
The tired shore slumbers, stretched out in the sand,
While the waves hurry off at mid-ocean's command.
Then hush, little darling; sleep, little darling;
Sleep, baby, rocked by thy mother's own hand.

The winds that have rollicked all day in the west
Are hushed into sleep on the calm evening's breast.
The boats that were out with the wild sea at play
Are now rocked to sleep in the arms of the bay.
Then rest, little baby; sleep, little baby;
Papa will come at the break of the day.

Sleep, little darling; too soon thou wilt be
A man like thy father, to sail o'er the sea.
Then sleep will not come at thy bidding or prayer,
For thou wilt be harassed by danger and care.
Then sleep, little darling; rest, little baby;
Rest whilst thou may, dear, and sleep whilst thou dare.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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To A Young Man On His Maiden Voyage At Poetry

i am confronted with a very long
and wide shore
filled with sands and pebbles
though the waves are gentle
and the clouds so blue
and the far horizon as peaceful
like a line drawn by a pen
on a piece of yellow paper

everything seems very familiar
nothing new
except you little blue bird
chirping and i am amazed

you are more beautiful
than the rest.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not A Monotony

the sounds of monotony are
daily and
routinized like the waves of the sea
of the same height
and frequency,

until one day
something unexpected happens
like
many drowned
so many children buried in the mud and
mothers are crying on the streets

not for help anymore but
for a chain of griefs

there is a scream and this is not monotonous
it stabs our hearts
and makes us ponder

deaths can never be monotonous
our own death in the future
unique and unimaginable and we shudder

it is this nerve that has no ending

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ocean

Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves where have they been
Silver and black lit night, heres to a stealers night
An empty splendid castle
Glowering alone at night, the princess has had a fight
Madness seeks out a lover
And here come the waves
Down by the shore
Washing the soul of the body
That comes form the depth of the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves where have they been
Dont swim tonight my love, the tide is out my love
Malcolms curse haunts our family
Odious loud and rich, ruler of filthy seas
Revel in heavens justice
And here come the waves
And save for a scream
Theres much like a song to be heard
In the wind that blows by the sea
Like the wind
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Here come the waves

song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Pain

Like an uninvited
Wind, building strength
Gathering more winds
To make a storm

Pain comes not like
A tear dropping
Pain comes in waves
In flood

But I am a very wide
Shore of sands
And paths of pebbles

But I am the sky and
Empty Space

No pain contains me
No pain destroys me
i am always unfilled.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Down To The Sea

I went down to the sea
to wash my sins away

I went down to the sea
to cleanse myself of lusting after revenge
of guilt slinging
of lying when speaking
of not having the courage to speak the truth
of turning my back when I should have stood and faced things

I went down to the sea to wash my sins away
of neglect of others
of those I hated upon
cursed silently
of times I threw anger in someone's face
abused the weak
and those who couldn't fight back or whom were mute.

I went down to the ocean shore
to sink beneath the waves.

But the sea rejected me
sending me back
to make things right
laying me prone on the shore
amid the seaweed.

The ocean said

'My waters are pure
and cannot be despoiled by those
seeking to drown themselves in me.

No, come back after you have
made amends
and done the work you need to do
and then my sparkle waves
will greet you
as a child
who's come home
to play in my sweet eddies.

Come back after you have made yourself clean
and worthy of my ocean-tides
my river flows
my welcoming, swift currents.

You are made mostly of my waters
and then thus
coming back
we will be joined again
properly.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Infinite Journey

The sky was covered with swans and birds
moving towards there endless infinite journey
there image reflecting with new waves
my small boat was moving with the winds
some new lights falls on me
makes me fly higher and higher beyond space
towards the infintie journey of eternal love
where i will listen the chanting of birds
which are flying with my floating boat
towards the endless journey
where the sun always tries to meet the earth
on the edges of oceans far far away
where the waves tries to kiss the clouds.

poem by Ramesh Kavdia
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