Thoughts Before The Much Needed Sleep...
one wonders, at times, in the middle of
(nowhere)
of the room, where books scatter like chairs
after a wild party, that class reunion after
25 long years, (back to the main point)
of wonder, when pushed at the edge,
whether, the things done, year after year,
polishing each, like old shoes that do not break
priding of their crocodile skins, are right
correct, and justified, whether the conclusions
arrived at are, true, useful, and normally
good, one lays his head against the tip
of the easy chair, supports the neck with both
hands and look at the ceiling for answers that
do not come out easily, but appear like lizards
still waiting for their cockroach and favorite mosquitoes,
this office has mosquitoes and cockroaches,
and, as the answers are not ready made, but
slimy like fishes on the river Kwai, one stares like
a blank wall, eyes closed later, fall into sleep and
dream.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Staring At The Ceiling
it was when i was about
to squirt
a useful, clinging idea
between my head
and ceiling
when the lights went out
it is a blackout again
in this ruined country
i go up the house
lay on a bamboo bed
and rest my hands on
my head
opening my eyes
i stare on the ceiling
for more questions on
my mind
this existential questions
like lizards
waiting for mosquitoes
lost
ready for the eating
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Insectarium Virtual
Aurora hours open the 'middle- class' kitchen
An added odour to a wife's pathos
When attacks a band of mosquitoes
Morning coffee, mosquito-seasoned, bad omen
Mosquitoes whiz around and around
Tickling at times the lady's nostrils
A squad of running lizards
Invading on the wall the whizzing band
As the mosquito-music sports
Out of its flock an antenna-wand
Trekking in sympathetic wizard
A cockroach scuffles and scuttles
A spider in higher space with frantic tugs
Trying out effortfully its prey
Fatefully that comes its web- way
Frenetic lady in boiling fizzes
Nocturnal enemies, nonsense thieves
Perpetual presence never in decrease
Insectarium-home yet with more varieties
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Perfect Crime
the walls have as always been mute
the lizard who sees it left to another ceiling where
there are more mosquitoes
the curtains are dirty too
and dusts and stains make a good companion
and so the only witness left
to testify about the crime that has just been committed is this
cockroach
no one believes what it is telling
no matter how truthful can it be
and with one stroke of the insecticide spray
everything is erased away
the walls wish for a tongue
the lizard comes back and has nothing to tell
the mosquitoes are inside its belly
the curtains are tied with a rope
the dusts are blown by the wind
the stains fabricate another companion
a funeral for the cockroach is done
i am present there, and i too have nothing to say
about the murder
pure white magnolias are laid
on the ground
on that bright day
it rains....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If A Man Answers
(toby keith/chuck cannon)
You said you need a little time
A little time to yourself
Im staring down this telephone wonderin
There might be someone else
If a man answers when I call
Ill just hang up, I wont say anything at all
If a man answers I know what Ill do
Ill lie here awake so I dont dream about you
If a man answers this time of night
At least Ill know somebodys holding you tight
If a man answers I wont call again
And Ill know where I stand while I twist in the wind
Oh baby, Im just missin you
Im crazy still in love with you
I know my heart will break in two
If a man answers, if a man answers
I just gotta tell you girl
Maybe somehow make you see
How much I want you to come back to me
But if a man answers youll never know
Hell let you sleep while I let you go
Oh baby, Im just missin you
Im crazy still in love with you
I know my heart will break in two
If a man answers, if a man answers
If a man answers youll never know
If a man answers Ill let you go
If a man answers this time of night
If a man answers hes holding you tight
If a man answers, if a man answers
If a man answers, if a man answers
If a man answers, oh if a man answers
If a man answers, if a man answers
song performed by by Toby Keith
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11: 13 P.m.
now that i have fed all the mosquitoes
i think, i must
go to sleep, and this is the last poem
for all the female mosquitoes
that i have
loved before
and still love
tonight
all of them
have sucked
my skin
and all of them
are now
silent
contented perhaps
and so happy
that there is still
a man
as generous
and understanding
as i
on said gesture
i can now
have my sound
sleep
good night, my darlings
may you give
birth
to a thousand baby mosquitoes
tomorrow
morning
may all of you
spread my genes
manyfold
like the sands
in the sahara desert
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Right, Wrong....
i may tell you
that this is all a matter of
story telling
the one that you invent because the nights
are too long
and slow
and they all drag you to your bed
and the linens
do not make you sleep
meanwhile the ceiling plays with
the lapses of the lizards
as mosquitoes kept being fooled by
light and
shadows of the hands of the the
restless arms
i think i am wrong
most of the times
and i give always the impression that
i master what is
right and
adorable
i give you respect
through the signs of my fingers
and the unspoken words of
my mouth
and i beget respect
like leaves upon leaves of the crowning
glory of the
living tree
i am wrong this time
this is not about the world or
the stars
not even about you but this is all about myself
it is boring
it wearing the eyes that are disinterested
there is this routine
the break is unseen
i guess, i am right this time
when i tell you that
you must go...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mosquitoes
If mosquitoes were not there
To draw blood from your capillaries
You would have to visit your doctor
Every week to get rejuvenated
For Gods sake donot destroy the vale of tears
Where mosquitoes breed
Mosquitoes do not take fees
But the doctors do
If doctors replace mosquitoes
The global market will no doubt expand
For the benefit of man and the USA
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Funky New Year
Went to a party just last night
Wanted to bring the year in right
Woke up this morning I don't know how
Last night I was a happy man, but the way I feel right now
It's gonna be a FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Ooo, Ahh, got to be a FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Can't remember when I ever felt worse
Nothing matters and everything hurts
They were passin' round the bottle, made me feel brand new
Trouble with the new man he wants a hit too, hit me
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
oooooo, it's a FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Lord, mmm, FUNKY NEW YEAR
Nurse I'm worse FUNKY NEW YEAR
I got to perk up a little FUNKY NEW YEAR
My hair hurts FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
A party baby
Never again FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Who's shoes are these FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Party hardy baby FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
What year is this anyway?
song performed by by Eagles
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Reunion: A Letter To Classmates.....[Personal; High School Friends]
Reunions are cool.....though maybe not so much in the summer.
That this year I'll miss my first one ever is a bit of a bummer.
It's at least interesting to see you all.....even you aging macho guys,
and to give or get answers to all the 'who? 'S, 'what? 'S, and 'why? 'S.
I've seen classmates since last reunion.....at least a dozen,
including a 'no-show' Genevan, .....Connie, my dear my cousin. Visiting Kit (and wife) in Rocky Mountains, for me, was a treat.
In Ohio, John fixed my wife and me, at his home, something yummy to eat.
We've had two meals at Bob & Martha's in their hilltop home (quite high) ,
and dinner out in Bangkok with Karl and wife; Urai speaks both English and Thai.
At last reunion I was retired, living back in our hometown;
now my life has changed (again) .....since then a lot has 'gone down'.
I learned to use internet which helped me find my new mate.
I got my first cellphone; with 'tech things' I'm quite late.
I've settled in wife's San Carlos home, not far from S.F. Bay and ocean.
My child's become a doctor, and gotten her medical career in motion.
I don't do Facebook or Twitter but I did join Classmates.com,
on which I put my long 'story'; in size it is a bomb.
I hope my absence won't wreck reunion for anyone this year.
One or two, in my absence, might even, to reunion, more readily steer!
Therefore I plan to send this, if I can, to my classmates' email,
but in five year's time I do plan to attend; I hope my plan doesn't fail.
Of course that's assuming there is one, and I'm still 'around',
and enough reunion committee members are in a few years found.
To all of you I send my greetings and my sincere best wishes.
I'm sorry I won't be there to help, with all the dirty dishes.
And 'thank you' to Sandy and all other reunion workers, present and past.
Good health to all my high school classmates as middle age creeps up fast!
☮
poem by Bri Edwards
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Its Over
And I didnt think about
All the ways I hurt you and myself
And I hide
Wouldnt say a thing to you
I keep it to myself and my mind
I cant stand without you
And I wont find the answers when youre gone
But its over to you
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And its over to you
And you cant find the answer where you are
And you know
(and you know)
I need you now
This aint easy to admit
And no one needs to know
What goes on behind the door in my room
Im peeking through the walls in my mind
And I cant stand without you
I wont find the answers when youre gone
But its over to you
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And its over to you
And you cant find the answers where you are
I will tear you down
I will tear you down
To get into the world you wanted
Im kicking through the wall
No one can believe in things that never change
[chorus]
And its over to you
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Here We Go Again
you know i like to watch you sleep
no... i don't want to touch you
you'll get mad at me
no... i don't want to think about
the bad times
aw... anyone could have a bad year
now i don't want you to show me
i do not want you to know me
the way i used to be...
all these good things we have
would not mean a damn to me
and i don't want to hear
those words
you feel you have to say
when you find out
how i used to be
back in the day
yeah you know i like
the way you slide
yeah yes i like it when you do
that slow glide
now please don't bad talk all those
good times
aw don't ask for answers
song performed by by Everclear
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When A Girl
When a girl bumps into him arms
while walking she wants
him to hold her hand
When she wants a hug
she will just stand there
When boy break a girls heart,
she still feels it when
he is run into each other 3 years later
When a girl is quiet,
millions of things are running through her
mind.
When a girl is not arguing,
she is thinking deeply.
When a girl looks at him with eyes full of
questions,
she is wondering how long you will be
around.
When a girl answers, 'I'm fine, ' after a
few seconds,
she is not at all fine.
When a girl stares him,
she is wondering why They are so
wonderful.
When a girl lays her head on Their chest,
she is wishing for you to be hers forever.
When a girl says that she can't live
without u,
she has made up her mind that you are
her future.
When a girl says, 'I miss you, '
no one in this world can miss him more
than that
When a girl is mean to him after a breakup
she wants you back, but she's
scared she'll get hurt and knows
poem by Abhishek Poet
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Mirror, Mirror
(m. sembello/d. matkowsky)
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
You said you had the answers to it all
You never told me Id take a fall
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
You, you turned my life
Into a paperback novel
Words that come to life
Inside your little melodrama
Chapter one
When I was young
I came to you with my problems
Chapter two
You promised me love
And anything that I desired
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
You have nailed my heart
Upon the wall for your pleasures
You have cast a spell
That cannot ever be broken
And now
My eyes grow tired
I watch my picture getting older
But i
Remain the same
Trapped in this mirror forever
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
You never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
I talk to you each night
And I follow your advise
Youve been wrong
Whats the price I have to pay
For this fairy tale thing called love?
Let me go!
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
Let me go
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me mirror
Tell me mirror
Tell me mirror
Tell me mirror
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Come On In
Come on in,
You sure look good to me.
Come on in,
Ive learned how lonely I can be.
I guess well never know just what went wrong
You know its been a whole year has passed us by and gone.
But were back together now where we belong
So, baby, come on in.
Come on in,
I heard your footstep on the stair.
Come on in,
Id know it anywhere.
Your old chair in the corner is justa sitting there waiting.
Its been a long time anticipating.
What a long time its been.
So, baby, come on in.
Over and over Ive told myself
I said, son, youve got to lose these blues.
Get ready for the day when shell walk in the door.
So I dusted off your housecoat and I polished up your shoes.
Come on in,
You know your welcome here.
Aw, come on in,
Its been a long, long year.
Now I know why I waited around
I wouldnt run around town, let them put me down.
I knew that if I waited I would win.
So, baby, come on in.
Come on in,
Come on in,
Aw, come in.
song performed by by Monkees
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How Many Times Have You Told Me That?
You have your version!
And I have mine.
One of us got hit by conclusions,
For purposes to comprehend.
The other...
Wishes to be correct!
And lays up in traction,
From toe to neck.
Hoping a mending of fractures,
Is successful.
With a wish for an embarrassment,
Not to be made this public.
And I will say this,
About your version of the 'incident'.
And your need to have it accepted.
From a point of view you wish respected.
You need no longer to protect it.
Since it is obvious who between us,
Has been more affected.
So I will leave you to get some needed rest.
With any version that conflicts,
With the one that I witnessed.
And your attempts not to be involved in it...
Will be a matter between you,
And your deluded consciousness.
Do you see me?
'Of course I see you! '
Which one of us seems to be traction free?
And which one of us 'seems' to be...
Stubbornly on the defensive?
'You just 'think' you are right ALL the time! '
You have your version!
And I have mine.
One of us got hit by conclusions,
For purposes to comprehend.
The other...
Wishes to be correct!
And lays up in traction,
From toe to neck.
Hoping a mending of fractures,
Is successful.
With a wish for an embarrassment,
Not to be made this public.
Do you see me?
'Of course I see you! '
Which one of us seems to be traction free?
And which one of us 'seems' to be...
Stubbornly on the defensive?
'You just 'think' you are right ALL the time! '
Oh,
I can be wrong.
How many times have you told me that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Home
I came back late and tired last night
Into my little room,
To the long chair and the firelight
And comfortable gloom.
But as I entered softly in
I saw a woman there,
The line of neck and cheek and chin,
The darkness of her hair,
The form of one I did not know
Sitting in my chair.
I stood a moment fierce and still,
Watching her neck and hair.
I made a step to her; and saw
That there was no one there.
It was some trick of the firelight
That made me see her there.
It was a chance of shade and light
And the cushion in the chair.
Oh, all you happy over the earth,
That night, how could I sleep?
I lay and watched the lonely gloom;
And watched the moonlight creep
From wall to basin, round the room,
All night I could not sleep.
poem by Rupert Brooke (1913)
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Closed My Eyes
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep,
thinking to get back to that bad dream
but unfortunately,
It was not this time.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep,
hoping to wake up,
and welcome a beautiful day,
But was already caught in the darkness.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep,
wishing to start the day,
seeing his face,
sadly that would just be in dream.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
waiting for that wake up kiss,
but sadly never would be true again,
poem by Pratisha Karki
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Always someone worse
There are times we feel,
like giving up,
empty, drawn out,
life not worth living,
abused, beaten, raped,
nelected, pushed away,
not loved, not wanted,
you can't run away from your problems,
because, where ever you go,
you have to take you with you,
theres a new tomorrow,
things brighter,
happy times will come,
Always someone worse
I was sad cause i had not shoes,
until i saw someone with no feet.
Always someone worse
I was unhappy because i had,
verry little to eat, until
someone i saw with no food to eat,
so remember, no matter how,
bad it is,
Always someone worse
With a new year almost here,
things will be better,
than before, so have,
hope, faith, march on,
into the new year, trusting,
good things, the new year,
will bring.
wrote 12-31-06
Dentist Chair (Fun Poem 99)
Everyone hates the dentist
some much more than me.
Just the thought of the drill
and the light in your eyes
puts the chills up me.
One of my worst encounters
of the dentist chair came in the 1960’s
when a cold in a tooth made my face swell
on one side like a melon
and I could only drink through a straw.
They knocked me out to remove the tooth.
Having no recovery room
they put me back in the waiting room
and sat me in a chair out there.
It was the dawn of the plastic moulded ones
and the one I sat on was so slippery
I kept slipping down.
I mumbled aloud about the dentist being no good.
Some of his patients took one look at me
and decided I was right, then made a hasty exit
from the waiting room.
With the side of my face swollen to the size of a melon
I can understand why.
Another encounter with a dentist
was quite a few years later.
A different dentist with a wholly different approach.
He was having his waiting room decorated
and I was the only one there.
He came in with a Cheshire grin across his face.
“Mr Harris, do you mind if this gentleman
takes out your teeth today? ”
Being I and thinking it was a student,
I said I didn’t mind.
The dentist then said, “He is my interior decorator.”
The smile still implanted on his face.
I nearly ran out of there.
Now the third tale concerns my wife
and she fears the dentist even more than me.
She had an appointment
and when we arrived,
the surgery was closed for lunch.
We went for a little walk
and all the cars we passed had dents in the side.
“See that.” I said.
“Yes.” She replied.
“That’s what the dentist does
when he can’t get his own way.”
As we approached, a corner
there was a church on the other side.
“Why don’t you nip in there for a quick pray
that the dentist doesn’t come back? ”
She thumped me I wonder why.
As we walked back to the surgery I assured her,
that everything was going to be OK.
They calm you as soon as you walk in.
She looked at me suspiciously and asked how?
They have a big mallet just above the door
and bop you on the head as you walk in.
Your teeth fall out in the process
and the job is done.
Now I wonder why she has never asked me
to go to the dentist with her again.
1 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Just Staring...
This is just
one of those nights
I wake up
in the middle of the night
just staring
up the ceiling
so cold and dark.
Not looking for any answers
not thinking of anything
just staring...
just staring...
until I fall back
to sleep.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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