Those Younger Years.....
those years
when we were young
we take no malice
naked bathing in the river
we bask our bodies
open to the sun
we feel the flatness of
the rock bed in our backs
when mother called
we have the unison of silence
we rush dressing up
leaving our underwears
we did not like school then
inferior as it was to the wind and the sea
to the cliffs and fog
to mountain peaks and waterfalls
we are all misshapen
into the cruelty of the literal
we are the stuffed toys of
this working world
the marionettes
of skyscrapers
when we meet again for the reunion
we will not mentions how we have become aliens to ourselves
so ashamed that we begin to drown ourselves
inside a glass of champagne and whiskey and
shallow and silly and superficial
conversations.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Abuse
Almost everyone has suffered abuse
in one form or another,
from bullying at school
to the worst kind from within their family.
It makes you retreat from being
the outgoing person you should be
to hide away in shadows
hoping no one else can see.
It makes you feel inferior and guilty
that you may have done something wrong
when in fact you haven’t,
it was never your fault.
You become afraid to talk about it,
ashamed,
feeling no one would understand
and sneaking away
to live in a world of your own.
The cruelty of abuse
is that it never goes away,
but lives within you
until your dying day.
19 September 2009
Author’s Note:
I know the last few lines are true. I suffered the abuse of bullying when I was young at school and the abuse from my parents of being inferior to my sister. Neither has ever left me and still lives within. The hurt it has caused still surfaces in quiet moments.
poem by David Harris
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Pornographic
it is all in the mind
the breasts like coconuts
satisfying the hunger within
the skin exposed
to enliven
what is dying
the desire
to make us see
the color of the wind
to feel the other and see
the rainbow links two distant mountains
to make the waterfalls
convert their rage into songs
there is so much beauty
in our bodies
when we get naked
when we do not think
that we are dirty and pornographic
Adam and Eve were not born
with gowns and coats
God loves them for what they are
naked and true and
with malice towards none
to beauty they are one
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Either/or
either you go
and run free like
a child bathing
naked under the rain
or you wear all your
underwears
and coats and masks
and you hide inside
your room and lock
all your windows
and doors
and disconnect
the electric current
from your doorbell
these are layers and
layers of choices
but whatever that is
that you pick from the rest
that is still poetry to me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sergio Fiorentino Playing A Schumann
He shall patiently play
him a piano piece a
Sergio fiorentino
And he will
Mimic a Schumann piece
Because
Today he sees him
In full view
Bathing naked
On the river
He is a big man
Like himself
Now he comes
Back to the river
Where they once
Bathed as children
Naked and so
Blessedly innocent
There is malice
Now as he is
Big and muscled
And some black
Hairs decorated
His manhood
His armpits
His thighs
And his
Chests
He calls him
To join him
As they were
Once children
To have a river
To cleanse them
Both
“come, come”
we shall have
a bath in this
river of our
vibrant laughter”
he was inviting &
he was excited.
so
He took off his
Clothes and
Every covering
Of his body
His second
Thoughts and
Taking courage
He jumped
Into the river
Where he
Stood naked,
What he will say
He is prepared
To defend himself
It was him
Who made the
Invitation and
All he did was
Simply to obey.
He promises
There will be no
Regret whatsoever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dancing With The Mountain
(graham russell, michael sherwood, david young)
Hot sun as warm as the kissing of the wind
Footsteps in perfect time
Heartbeat as loud as the whisper in the wood
Hold me this dance is mine
The dance is mine
We are alone, your love excites me
You are the earth moving inside me
I feel like dancing with the mountain
Feel the rhythm walking on air
Feel like dancing with the mountain
Feel the rhythm dancing with the mountain
We climb up into the shelter of the sky
Footsteps on higher ground
Your voice as soft as a river running dry
Hold me this dance is mine
We are alone, your loves exciting me
You are the earth moving inside me
I feel like dancing with the mountain
Feel the rhythm walking on air
I feel like dancing with the mountain
Feel the rhythm dancing with the mountain
I feel like dancing with the mountain
Feel the rhythm walking on air
I feel like dancing with the mountain
Feel the rhythm dancing with the mountain
song performed by by Air Supply
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Mystery Mountain
Mountain of mystery,
Rising high above the clouds.
Mountain of magic,
Standing tall and proud,
Your magical veins
Flowing silver and gold,
Your cumulus cloud glows misty red,
As apollo sets beyond your head.
Releasing the pressure built over the years
The mountain is crying hot lava tears
Molten rock created under vibrations of
Sub-terranean thunder
Ejecting boulders like pieces of sand
The mountain is
Giving birth to the land.
Under your feet you feel a rumble
As thousands of rocks are starting to tumble
Above the trees where the buzzard flies
Swirling vapors begin to rise
Beneath those misty peaks you hide
A tremendous force boiling deep inside.
song performed by by Journey
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Slow Rivers (feat. Elton John)
The weather man, he looks confused.
Shakes his fist at the sky like you used to do.
But you don't remember things like that, do you?
The balance was uneven but i'm breaking through.
Slow rivers run cold,
Shallow waters never sank so low.
I thought i'd drown and you'd never know,
You're a slow river and you run so cold.
The winter here don't belive in god,
The bitter wind just bites through me like a wild dog.
I still see in your eyes tonight like headlights through the fog,
But one foot in your door, oh that's all i ever got.
Slow rivers run cold,
Shallow waters never sank so low.
I thought i'd drown and you'd never know,
You're a slow river and you run so cold.
Chances are you'll reappear.
Swim my way in a flood of tears,
No place to hide your conscience
So you're a sinking ship with no place to go.
Slow rivers run cold,
Shallow waters never sank so low.
I thought i'd drown and you'd never know,
You're a slow river and you run so cold.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Streams Of Whiskey
Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met with behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views
On the crux of lifes philosophies
He had but these few clear and simple words to say
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I have cursed, bled and sworn
Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me
But the rope always was slack
And now that Ive a pile
Ill go down to the chelsea
Ill walk in on my feet
But Ill leave there on my back
Because I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
Theres nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
Ill walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer
Iam going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
song performed by by Pogues
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Ugly Man
Who am i
To the rabble and the wise
Am I just a young and shallow face that years erase
Am I more than that
Oh do they wonder how can i
Bring the world beneath this guise
In the silence of my languished soul
Lies a truth unknown
Oh yes I am
I am just an ugly man
Alone
I work no day with self deception
All that I am
Is one common grain of sand
But the sun does rise for every man alive
And how my heart is clear cause I have from what I do
And I do just what I am
Oh no man is born a starless sky neath his naked hide
Lord yes I am
Maybe Im a lucky man
Inside
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Silly Boy
In the days when I was young I never had to cry
If I wanted a lover I did not have to try
But I must have set my expectations far too high
Guess Im just a silly boy
I guess Im just a silly boy
There are some things about love that I dont understand
When you promise your heart you do the best you can
But no matter how I try behaving like a man
Seems Im just a silly boy
I guess Im just a silly boy
This is the last time Ill wait to stand in line
If you dont come see me Im dropping the boom on you
cause when you lose me
Then everyone will see what a silly girl can do
Dont you tell me that its over
Dont you make a sound
til I get to the river or someplace I can drown
cause I put my faith upon you and you let me down
Guess Im just a silly boy
I guess Im just a silly boy
song performed by by Utopia
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Through the Glass
Why do i bother to open my eye?
When all i can do is sigh
never properly introduced
I do not know you and yet i feel seduced
that smile, and those clothes, the promise of something more
the promise of true love like that of childish lore
that flower in your hair
i cant help but stare
I'm not superficial I see something inside you
but you'll never know just who
who i am and who i hide
I'll just keep looking through the glass as from another world
you can't touch me
and you can't see
the man that i am
all i can do is just look at your through the glass
maybe one day our worlds will collide
one day i won't have to hide
but until then just keep that flower in your hair
until one day i dare
to break this glass, but at what cost? and is it even possible?
poem by David Knox
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There There Child
There there child, there there child
Dont it make you feel alright
There there child, dont it all look good tonight
And you feel like going but you gotta stay
Aint no time for to hop on a freight train
And you feel like laying in the morning hay
cause its time for a nap now, before rain
There there child, dont it make you satisfied
There there child, you can rest your weary eyes
And you feel like walking on a mountain top
Or a ride on a boat up the river
And the last lonely sheep has returned to the flock
As you wing over the white cliffs of dover
There there child, theres a glint in your eye for surprise
There there child, are you ready to don your disguise, yes you are
Sun goes down across the pond and the wind, wind is blowing wild
And the swallow soars and the lion roars
Outside your front door, by the oak tree in the meadow
There there child, there there child
Are you ready to don your disguise
There there child, theres a glint in your eye for surprise
Do you feel like walking on a mountain top
Or ride on a boat up the river
And the last lonely sheep has returned to the flock
As you wing over the white cliffs of dover
As you wing over the white cliffs of dover, straight ahead
As you wing over the white cliffs of dover, straight ahead
You wing over the white cliffs of dover
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Remembering The Simpler Days Of Your Life
it was when your excitement
was only the strong wind
for the ripe mango to fall for
you to pick
it was when your sadness
was only about a failing grade
on a math quiz
it was when your happiness
was the carabao ride
from your nipa hut to
the public school
it was when your sweetness
was tasted by your mama
like an icing from a cake
it was when your escape
was the plunge in the river
with your naked friends
it was when your conversations
are about fairies and princesses
and frogs and lost shoes
it was when the coolness was
the thick grasses spreading
on the plains
it was when joy was the playing
and bathing under the rain
on the month of November
now these changes have made
things more complicated
people hard to deal with and
a self that is deeper, darker
and difficult to really understand.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mrs Clark's Daughter.
Your mother stood talking
With Mrs Clark after school
And you were kicking your
Heels waiting to get home
To your toys and games and
You gazed at Mrs Clark’s young
Daughter who poked her head
Out from around her mother’s
Wide ass and stared at you
Through thin wired spectacles
Which made her eyes large as
Fish in glass bowls and her hair
Was ribboned up in two plaits
Either side of her head giving
Her a stern expression and Mrs
Clark said Helen here has a crush
On your son or so she told me
After school yesterday and Mrs
Clark gave you a big smile like
A hippo coming out of water
And your mother said he never
Talks of girls and such all too
Busy with his toys and games
And shooting from his imaginary
Horse around the house and
Mrs Clark said well boys will
Be boys and girls be girls each
Playing games with their own
Toys and Helen poked out her
Tongue and a boss-eyed stare
God was you glad when your
Mother took you out of there.
poem by Terry Collett
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No One Steps Twice On The River Of Life...
it is not the rage of this river.
when i was a child, as mother says,
i keep my finger inside my mouth
sucked by my throat, to keep hunger away
beside the bank of this river
i am the spectator
and the river believes in the magic
of my innocence
it flows always in a distant
affection,
it is not the rage of the river,
it is i, the grown up man who goes swimming
in the river and feel
the joys of its cool waters
always moving on towards
a destination
it is the swimming with a friend
and then
with a lover and then with a wife
and then my silence,
what we do not have we force to forget
it is the bathing in the river
the rinsing and the cleansing of the waters
it is not the rage of this river
and then we become too weak to be in this river
the river moves on and on
towards the deepest sea looking for the
opening
i wait by the bank of this river
many things have been missed
the more important ones
the one that gives the posterity of
my humanity
it is denied of me because of this river
that gives me nothing
all the while i was the leaf that fell off from
the tree
on the side of this river
and i floated because i have nothing to do
because i can do nothing about
the flow of the river
i become the dead leaf that the air
rides upon
tossed and bumped on boulders
till i sink
deep down the river
that i shall pass only once.
time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On The Cliffs Of Eternity...
i am a man,
but i was once a leaf.
i was once a river,
once a mountain,
once a cloud.
i have been wolf,
turtle, hawk, and snail...
i have been a storm, i have been the wind.
do you dare love me?
i have waited for hundreds of years!
the fire inside of me,
consumes and feeds!
i dont know your name,
but i know the part too deep,
and too wild and untamed
to be spoken as name...
i wait on the cliffs of eternity!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Shallow Water
I will not drown in shallow water
Not with your love within my reach
I did not come this far to falter
And will not rest until I'm free
You are the sun you are the flower
You are the wind across the sea
And I will kneel here at your alter
And pray you'll take my soul to keep
Oh precious one you are the mountain
You are the earth beneath my feet
In you we're one now and forever
In you I find the love in me
Through your love my eyes are open
Through your love I'll learn to see
And in your name my bread is broken
By your grace I'll rest in peace
I will not drown in shallow water
Not with your love within my reach
I did not come this far to falter
And will not rest until I'm free
Through your love my eyes are open
Through your love I'll learn to see
And in your name my bread is broken
By your grace I'll rest in peace
I will not drown in shallow water
Not with your love within my reach
I did not come this far to falter
And will not rest until I'm free
I will not rest until I'm free
Until I'm free
song performed by by Randy Travis
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In School
in school,
when i saw you
i intuited i have found
my lost world in you
i wish i could act
to be appreciated
by you in school.
in school,
it would be too sad
to narrate the ordeal
i have been through
i wonder if its best
i had met you
in the school.
in school,
though i had not said it
there has been so many ways
that i have shown it
my actions had done
whatever i wanted to say
at school.
in school,
i never thought
being in love
could take me to madness
well, it is better than
leaving me in sadness
in the school.
in school,
when i approached you
i knew i was silly
it was because
suddenly,
i forgot who i was
in school
in school,
why do you sneer
when i am near
it really breaks me
just tell me what to do
to get a room from you
in and out of school.
in school,
sometimes though it is hard
i guess i must let go
some things i wish to have
though good things also
could be found elsewhere
as it has been in school.
poem by Elorm Dogbo
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When Rivers Begin To Recede..
Rivers recede often in search of their spots of origin
And the mighty oceans begin to recall their past!
Rivers never get back to them.
A river whispers something into the ears of the paternal mountain
Her travelogue is it perhaps.
She falls silent then.
In the depths of the seas a sigh is heard
And it reaches the ears of none.
No river begins to flow again!
The pearls of the seas are shattered across the shores
And the carcasses of little Mermaids afloat the shallow waves.
At the tops of the peaks one hears the shouts of joy.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Cuckoo
You stand like a rock, on top of the mountain
Run like a river, fall like a fountain
The grass still is growing, the wind still is blowing, about you
Reels like a strain, drinks like a scholar
Drown in this town, you can feel for one dollar
Since when were you bitten, where were you smitten
Cuckoo X4
Looks like a date, but seems like your brother
Seems like your father, your sister, your mother
Threw out in chains, wildhood and childhood, cuckoo
Drinks like a rogue, looks like no other
Looks like a dream, one you'll discover
Seems like its bitten, whence were you smitten, cuckoo
Cuckoo X4
Looks like a saint, drinks like a scholar
Dreams in this town you can buy for one dollar
Whence were you smitten, where were you bitten, cuckoo
Wrench like a chain(?), looks like no other
Your father, your mother, your sister, your brother
Have all since long gone, all since long gone
Cuckoo X4
Stand like a rock
You stand like a rock
Cuckoo, Cuckoo
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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