Thoughts And Thoughts
face the monitor
multitasking, whatever is always
whatever, and nowhere,
and somewhere,
surfing, and writing, whatever
word comes inside my brain,
linking, i like linking whatever
with nowhere, nothing definite,
like simply sitting on the shallow
part of the river and
rinsing my feet, nothing to clean
in particular, just looking at
the flow of the water,
like i am a part of everything
yet i belong to no one,
just it, this and that, and
nothing specific,
this is what i like doing now.
i am no one.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Survial.
Water comes from the river origin is clean,
I wash my head.
Water comes from the river branch is dirty,
I wash my feet.
Oh sure, when water in the pool is clean,
I jump in to swim.
But, when the pool is dirty, I leave at once,
And quit my job.
Oh who’s the original source not let me clean?
Keep my head and body clean without water?
How can I keep my head clean in the river?
How can I keep my body clean in a pool?
What is going on about the water?
How could I live in this world?
poem by Albert Wong
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I think we did a pretty good role, linking, being a sounding board really and a driving force, especially from the bottom up. I think that part of this is bottom up as well as top down.
quote by Richard Rogers
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Life Is Like A River
we give away like the way a river flows
day to day
we may start with the petals of the flowers
we let them fall one by one
to the flow of the river
then we begin again with the leaves and then
the twigs and the branches and then if we have
nothing more to give we give away the tree itself
to the flow of the river
we look at ourselves we give every part of us
piece by piece to the flow of the great river
our properties our honor our clothes and when all these
are given away we start to give back our hands, our feet
we look at every pocket of our senses and when everything
is given away we shall now give the last that we have to the flow
of this great river of life
we let flow our soul. we have given everything
sometimes we ask that we stay for a while, but this cannot be
the law of the great river of life is clear, we give everything away
slowly, willingly, until all the pain of giving is gone away
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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They Say It Is My Brain That Is Writing This Poem
THEY SAY IT IS MY BRAIN THAT IS WRITING THIS POEM
They say it is my brain that it is writing this poem-
They can see areas of it shutting down
And others lighting up more intensely,
As the words come down-
But I know it is me who is writing this poem
And my brain is only ‘part' of who I am
Whatever that means.
I am writing this poem
And you are reading it
And we are human beings
Aren't we?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Move
i move and part air
infront of me
the air fills every empty space
i created
i leave every step
and behind me another wholeness
comes, like i part the water of the river
with my hands
my feet catch what water i parte
and then
everything is whole again
i move, therefore,
to make all emptiness full
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sitting by the River
Sitting by the river,
trying to clear my mind,
trying to clear the emotions that i have inside,
I look into the water..i see the ripples flow,
then i realise its only all a show,
the river will not stop me from crying at night,
it will not heal the wounds i got in the last fight.
It will not heal my heartache, nor will it healy my pain..
so sitting by the river i have nothing to gain.
30/07/07
poem by Laura Healy
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A Reminder For All Of Us
according to the laws of evolution something that is not used
may finally be lost. It fades. It is gone. So like the fins of a fish
who migrated to the island, they slowly fall out and from there shall
grow a set of wings and claws. They become birds.And they soon
learn to fly. They dream of clouds.
Like the moss of the rocks by the shore
by the lake. They envy the worms. They dream to wriggle
and move and push their tiny bodies.Soon the acquire the gift
of motion. Soon they become worms and crawl their way up
on the leaf. They even become caterpillars. Soon they become
the new butterflies.
So it will be with us. If we do not walk, our feet will soon be forgotten.
They will become mere skin. Our feet shrink and become part of
our bottom. If we do not think and use our minds, soon the brain
becomes a stone. Hard. Brittle. Soon they become part of the river
where a passerby simply steps upon it. Upon us.
Soon we will just be the sand. And the river flows upon.
If we do not love, soon we will just become a wall, a floor,
a house whose doors will close. A place for nothing
but merely departure.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Same Place, Same Song...
because the song is played
you have no choice but to remember it
at first you say it is just a song
and you are a man
the song goes on and on
and beneath the song is a big river wanting to end its life joyfully
into the sea
because you are alone
and you have no one to cling to
you follow the river
and the flow goes on and on and on
and then you drown yourself inside that big river
now you have chosen the song
and it has become another part in you
it settles in your heart
and then you pay the bill, do not finish your beer and you go away
to have a dose of fresh air
same boulevard, same walk, but now at a different time
because this place has become
a part of you
and then you drown yourself into said
memory
what a joy can this be
again and again and again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What We Have Become
in the shallow part of the river
we decide to play: life is a game
we like to believe that
our arms drip like cold water
on the side of the glass
that you hold when you have felt
the first thirst
i shall not satisfy you
and so i have become the bait
of the fish
you have become more interested
on what i have to say
not to be mistaken as trivial
i have also taken more glances at you
i believe you
and so with this trust i ask you to go with me
to the deep part of the sea
i swim first then you follow
you know how to swim and you swim well in fact
like a fish
at the shallow part
i told you that nothing is hidden
nothing signifies anything
the stones are stones
and nothing else
your questions are just ordinary questions
which i have answered to well
and you believe me more until
we dive deep
deeper into the ocean floor
where the sands though silent
have more to say
than what i can tell you
the stones on the sides of the deep
now are telling you more
and you begin to understand
why for all those years
on that dry land
i have kept my silence
my distance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Belong To Him
Roy sings backing vocals
Jessie coulter
A thousand ways, a thousand days
The song of the world haunts a memory
I played my part, it broke my heart
But on the mend, I found a friend
I belong to him, I belong to him
Oh hell sing a song, Ill even drive along
Cos the songs I hear are from forever
Another day, another way we both sing together
I belong to him, I belong to him
Take my hand, and lets hold his hand, lets stand together
I wash his feet as I wash your feet, lets all sing together
I belong to him, I belong to him
I belong to him, I belong to him
I belong to him, I belong to him
I belong to him, I belong to him...
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Night Wanderer...
in utter silence
on times when you have nothing to say
it is not only your mouth
that is shut up
it is the whole you
it is like you slept the whole day
and wake up the whole night
with no one beside you
you wake up
finding yourself alone
busy yourself with
a lot of channels on tv
not completing any show
going to the kitchen
eating breakfast at 2 a.m.
surfing the internet
without a definite subject matter
to focus on
just you and the monitor
eye to eye....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One For The Road...
one for the road
that is the last thing
and i had it
one for the road before saying
good night to my friends
who must leave me
because i have decided that i
do not belong
to them or
their causes anymore
there will be no deaths between us
we part
now i must plunge
into the river
of my own doing my own making
the water is in my mind
moss grow on my head
fish start swimming in my brain
there are turtles in my tummy
carrying my own houses
to my long journey.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poem about Poetry - Writing poetry for poetry's sake
does the waterfall fall
because it wants to be heard, seen?
does the mighty river flow
because it wants to be admired, painted?
does the rainbow arc over the sky
because it wants to listen to a love wish made in its name?
does the moon shine because it wants to be written an ode?
no, no, none cares for even an echo of a response from the world.
so should poet, shouldnt he?
poetry, yes poetry,
should run through him
like the river that pours out to sea
the water that cascades down the waterfall
the rainbow that colours the sky
the moon that subtly crowns, lights up night
without those ego/desire attachments
where buddha appends all human sufferings
real poetry runs from that part of our soul, world
that is a part of everybody's world
like the river, waterfall, rainbow and moon
admiration, if any, goes back to nature
where the poets belong
real poets as homo sapiens dont crave for them.
they are not instruments made for such low ideals
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Blackboard Of My Heart
You wrote your words so carefully
on the blackboard of my heart.
Writing of the passion,
you held inside for me.
Writing that we would never part,
you would always be with me.
Writing every word with love’s pen
on the blackboard of my heart.
21 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Things, Different Things...
there are things though small
that we cannot leave because they are ours
they belong to us
and we belong to them
that without them
though small
we cannot really live some more
there are acts which they call trivial
so unimportant like
a sigh
or a whisper
but we are so attached to them
that without them
we become nothing
they are a part of us
and when they are gone
we become
blanks unfilled
there are so many things that we can afford to lose
and when losing them
we do not even notice
simply because we never want them to be
a part of us
neither do they wish
becoming too
a part of what and who we are
we discern
and to those that pain us
we finally avoid
and disregard
to those that we miss
that makes our hearts jump with joy like kids
with mothers bringing favorite gifts
we always remember
they are the ones that usually
are earlier
gone
lost
those that we love to stay but
as early as dawn before we wake up
had already left...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Juanita
Juanita she is the restless river
Running through my veins
She rides without the reins--
Her names juanita
She lives in the heart of every
Woman in the world
Within the reach of every girl
Who wants to meet her
(shes gonna be ridin through)
Her names juanita
(shes gonna be ridiin free) shes ridin free
(shes gonna be inside of you, gonna be
Inside of me) shes inside of you
And inside of me, yeah
[chorus:]
Oh, go with her--flow with her
Dream with her--scream with her
Let her take over, or just get to know her
Be everything you can be
If you can find her and free her
Juanita will unchain your heart
When someone tries to take
Away the freedom of your choice
To take away your voice--
Thats when you need her
Shes there if you dare to give
Your broken wings a try
Cmon and take a leap and fly,
And you can be her
(shes gonna be ridin through) oh, juanita
(shes gonna be ridin free) ridin free
(shes gonna be a part of you, gonna be a
Part of me) shes a part of you and a part
Of me, yeah
[repeat chorus]
[instrumental solo]
Oh, go with her--flow with her
Dream with her--scream with her
Let her take over, or just get to know her
Be everything you can be
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Shania Twain
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You're Where I Belong
(diane warren)
Yeah
I am home now, home now
I've been waiting for forever to find you, to find you
I'm not alone now, alone now
Cuz you've taken in my heart from the cold
All i know is every time i look into your eyes i'm home, i know
You're where i belong
I belong with you
You're where i belong
And i know it's the truth
You're part of my heart
There's nothing i can do
Oh you're the one who keeps me warm
My baby you're where i belong
You're my first taste, first taste
Of the sweetest feeling i've ever known, that i've known
You're my safe place, my safe place
>from a world that can be so cruel and cold
You're my harbor, you're my shelter, you're that welcome smile
That lets me know i'm home
You're where i belong
I belong with you
You're where i belong
And i know it's the truth
You're part of my heart
There's nothing i can do
Oh you're the one who keeps me warm
My baby you're where i belong
You're the one i come too, yeah
To keep me from the cold
You're where i belong
I belong with you
You're where i belong
And i know it's the truth
You're part of my heart
There's nothing i can do
Oh you're the one who keeps me warm
My baby you're where i belong
(you're where i belong, you're my only home)
You're where i belong
(you're where i belong)
(you're where i belong, you're my only home)
You're where i belong
(you're where i belong)
(you're where i belong, you're my only home)
You're where i belong
I am home now, home now
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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You're Where I Belong
(diane warren)
Yeah
I am home now, home now
I've been waiting for forever to find you, to find you
I'm not alone now, alone now
Cuz you've taken in my heart from the cold
All i know is every time i look into your eyes i'm home, i know
You're where i belong
I belong with you
You're where i belong
And i know it's the truth
You're part of my heart
There's nothing i can do
Oh you're the one who keeps me warm
My baby you're where i belong
You're my first taste, first taste
Of the sweetest feeling i've ever known, that i've known
You're my safe place, my safe place
>from a world that can be so cruel and cold
You're my harbor, you're my shelter, you're that welcome smile
That lets me know i'm home
You're where i belong
I belong with you
You're where i belong
And i know it's the truth
You're part of my heart
There's nothing i can do
Oh you're the one who keeps me warm
My baby you're where i belong
You're the one i come too, yeah
To keep me from the cold
You're where i belong
I belong with you
You're where i belong
And i know it's the truth
You're part of my heart
There's nothing i can do
Oh you're the one who keeps me warm
My baby you're where i belong
(you're where i belong, you're my only home)
You're where i belong
(you're where i belong)
(you're where i belong, you're my only home)
You're where i belong
(you're where i belong)
(you're where i belong, you're my only home)
You're where i belong
I am home now, home now
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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We Are Fast....
the fast mind does not wait for your
arrival
you are as gentle, and slow as a snowflake
we are the wind, and the unfrozen river,
we move and transfer and go elsewhere
we have no purpose
we have no specific place for that destination
we are not part of you
we are those that you see and then gone
in a short moment
we do not belong here neither there
we do not understand
who we are
sometimes we think we are cursed
perhaps punished so wisely
we do not stay we are not held
we are dews, we are mists, we are merely sounds
always faint.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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