True Love
man
can't believe this one from you
to the many places you have gone
australia, las vegas,
austria, and the rest of europe
asia,
oceania, arabic countries
deserts and
oasis
african safaris
the rivers of thailand
connecting malaya
at mid 50
you come back
set a party
have so many drinks
and stories
with an ending cry
that you are still
in love
with the same woman
and she is already
married with
five lovely
kids...
you finally divorced
the filler
left the conjugal house &
now
back to this country
that will still break
your heart...
man! what a soul!
what a hardheaded creature
self-inflicted
pain again!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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House Of Pain
(GillanBradford)
Have you ever had a woman that could make you crazy
Have you ever had a woman that could drive you mad
Have you ever had a woman give you so much trouble
And the best lovin' you ever had
My friends all say I'm losing it big time
But I know where I've got to go
I'm going back there again
I'm going back there again
I'm going back there again
Back to the house of pain
Have you ever had a rock that just keeps on rollin'
Have you ever seen a train comin' down the track
Have you ever jumped into the cold, cold never
And know there's no turning back
My friends all say I'm crazy, baby
But I know where I've got to go
I'm going back there again
I'm going back there again
I'm going home
Back to the house of pain
Have you ever had a weight that was much too heavy
Have you ever had a burden that was yours alone
Have you ever spent a night when you keep on waiting
Staring at the telephone
My friends all say I'm crazy, baby
But I know where I've got to go
I'm going back there again
I'm going back there again
I'm going back to my woman
Back to the house of pain
Then I run away
(chorus)
you'll always be my inspiration
I love you from afar
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Patriot
And the rivers shall open for the righteous...
And the rivers shall open for the righteous...
And the rivers shall open for the righteous someday...
I was walking with my brother,
And he wondered, oh how I am.
Said what I believe in my soul
Ain't what I see with my eyes,
And there's no turning back this time.
I am a patriot, and I love my country,
Because my country is all I know.
Wanna be with my family,
People who understand me.
I got no place else to go.
I was walking with my girlfriend.
She looked so fine, I said
"Baby, what's on your mind?"
Said I want to run like the lions
Released from their cages...
Released from the rages
Burning in my soul tonight.
I am a patriot, and I love my country,
Because my country is all I know.
And I ain't no communist,
And I ain't no socialist,
And I ain't no capitalist,
And I ain't no imperialist,
And I ain't no democrat,
Sure ain't no republican either,
I only know one party,
And that is freedom.
I am...I am...I am...
I am a patriot, and I love my country,
Because my country is all I know.
And the rivers shall open for the righteous,
And the rivers shall open for the righteous,
And the rivers shall open for the righteous someday...
Someday...someday
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Scientific
Of a Scientific Computer Game,
You don't need tickets to enter it;
Of a Computer balloting system drawn from 900,000 E-Mails,
You don't need tickets to enter it;
From Canada, Australia, U.S.A, Asia and Europe;
Of Africa, Oceania and the Middle East as well;
But with a security protocol to swing your muse.
I was selected among the best ten in 2008,
But how do you claim the huge sums of money without pain? !
And like a light in atunnel full of armed robbers,
Where do we go from here? ! !
Because, THE TRUTH was never said.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Back To The River Of Beli
The rivers of belief
(curly m.c./david fairstein)
Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
My friend
I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
I promise you
I will return
And when the lamb opened the seventh seal
Silence covered the sky
Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
My friend
I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
Im reaching out for you
Lets hope one day
Well rest in peace
On my rivers of belief
song performed by by Enigma
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The Rivers Of Belief
(curly m.c./david fairstein)
.
Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
My friend
.
I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
I promise you
I will return
.
And when the lamb
Opened the seventh seal
Silence covered the sky
.
Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
My friend
.
I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
Im reaching out for you
Lets hope one day
Well rest in peace on my rivers of belief
song performed by by Enigma
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Rivers Of Belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
my friend
I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
I promise you
I will return
And when the Lamb opened the seventh seal
silence covered the sky
Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
my friend
I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
I'm reaching out for you
Lets hope one day
We'll rest in peace
on my rivers of belief
song performed by by Enigma
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A Word To An Affrican....American....Kid
the battery of the
song
'Racism....what is up man....racism
slavery...man.... segregation..'
wont hold...
it is dying....out....
and we do not sell
and make
these type of old stuff batteries....
anymore.
your only two exits....are:
first,
to travel to Africa from any direction.....
and don't ask me how...when....and where to have the money for the adventure ....just take a back bag and go....
your second exit....
i mean your real... future....
not African future....
not african american furture....
is to know how respond to any condition without filtering or stereotype...
cause we are all slaves....to our conditions, denials, and our setbacks....
so,
please kid,
plan to go once in your life...to north pole, south pole...Alaska....
go to China, Japan, Korea, Malaysia, Indonesia, India, Asia, Europe, Australia, New Zealand, New guinea....New America, new places, new planet....just stop the old stuff...stop the denial and setbacks
and try only to explore....
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Why Do People Look Back?
they look back because it is important
perhaps something so important was left
there and there is a need to take it back
to make life move on and be normal again
they look back because the past is worth
the simmer, the sound of the past must have
been so lovely to the ears, and recalling
emboldens the weak to become lion-hearted
but i am looking back for some reasons
i left a part of myself in there and here i am
bringing my body without a soul, taking an
arm without my fingers, a chest without a heart.
i must look back because she is there and she
is dying, and i still have other stories to confess, .
because there is still a need for me to be forgiven.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What's The New Mary Jane
She looks as an african queen,
She eating twelve chapattis and cream,
She tastes as mongolian lamb,
She coming from out of bahran.
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
What a shame mary jane.
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
She like to be married with yeti,
He grooving such cooky spaghetti,
She jumping as mexican bean
To make that her body more thin.
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
What a shame mary jane.
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
She catch patagonian pancake
With that one a gin party makes.
She having all the ways good contacts,
She making with apple an contract.
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
What a shame mary jane.
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
All together now:
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
What a shame mary jane.
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
She looks as an african queen,
She tastes as mongolian lamb.
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
What a shame mary jane.
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
What a shame mary jane.
What a shame mary jane
Had a pain at the party.
song performed by by Beatles
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The Old Woman And Her Loyal Maid
the old woman is very rich
she has two children, a lovely daughter and a very naughty son
the lovely daughter dislikes her
and the naughty son wants to kill her
she slaps her often and the more the daughter wants to go away from her
the son is disturbed and furious because he did not know his father enough
the daughter married a gentle man
and the son went away with no know address no known destination
he never came back
while she lives her own life away from the rich woman
the old woman has a loyal maid
who has no memory of humiliating words that the old woman more often
inflicts in her person
the old woman is dying
but the son and daughter have no respect anymore for such word
as mother.
meanwhile the loyal maid keeps swallowing the pesters of the old woman
expecting a part of the wealth
as her pay and legacy
well, this story cannot have an ending yet
the old woman is still alive and the son and daughter are still making up
their minds
what to do next.
Life is a comma. The ending always waits
for something that will be a happy one.
But who knows, except this one, something tragic may happen
at the end. Who knows?
I will for sure.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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None Of Them
Through the hill country,
Through the valley of love,
Where, young women were drawing some water;
But, the loaves of bread on your table means a lot to me.
The home of the seer,
The home of the poet,
The home of the artist,
And like Shaul the son of Kish!
But, the loaves bread on your table means a lot to me.
A nose longer,
A head taller,
A mouth smaller,
And, to the place of love;
With seven days of care.
To the high places,
With food in our sacks;
Servants,
Slaves,
From Dan to Beersheba! !
But, who is she?
Three days of love,
A journey to America;
But, she turned into another woman!
However, wriring my poems like a pastor's note is what i presented.
Who is he?
The great tree of peace;
And like three days ago with your love,
But, a journey to Africa is what you need.
He turned into another man!
And like the customs of the mummers and wild men;
But, on Rachel's tomb i will rest my mind.
A journey to Asia,
A journey to Australia,
A jouney to Europe;
And to stimulate the deities! !
Ashod, Gaza, Ashkelon, Gath and Ekron;
But the goddess of the dawn came around!
However, none of the Apostles celebrated Easter.
What is my mind?
What is in my heart?
What is on your table?
What is in your soup?
What is in your mouth?
But, on Rachel's tomb i will rest my mind;
For, none of them could satisfy my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Old Door Of Ancestry
it is an old door,
the jams are eaten by termites
the lock is not working
the hinges are rusty
and without the frame of my hands
it will just fall
as pieces
i imagine the house back
to restore
our ancestry, and i travel to places
to gather
what memories are left
the old men in those far places
are telling me stories
my notebook is swelling like
a river of tears
about to flood the banks of my
heart
many have abandoned
what the house of ancestry has to offer
there is nothing to eat
there and no one is cooking
some
noble concoctions
i am the son of Gregorio and my
grandfather is Domingo
who is one of the five children
of Juan who was married
to Rosa
they sailed away from
Maribujoc
and it was Modesto's rebellion
that carried them
away
to the island of Mindanao
and they cut the trees of the forest
built their homes
and cared for
their families
now i am moving places
into some other places of
no interest
the hours are fading
and the heirlooms are forgotten
i am looking for my roots
for i do not have what i call my own
i knock at the old broken door
of my ancestry
asking for pity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stranger to Europe
I dwell in a British city
and life is busy and great
in a way,
but my heart
is lost and left back
in sunny Africa.
I am settling into
the ever-falling rain,
but the pain
of being away
is creeping slowly
right through my soul.
Friendships and great pub lunches
and the power to buy
whatever I need
are comforting me,
but living away
from those I love
and in a different society
is leaving deep marks on me
and I long
for a sunny open
and light blue
and hot African sky
and to be back
in my own country.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Remarried
When I married, I have dreams
When I married, I have trust
When I married, I have hope
When I married, I have life
When I married, I have love
When I married, I have respect
When I married, I have honor
When I divorced, all are gone
By leaving me in hell
Until I am divorced
I don’t know the value of marriage
Now life is broken glass
Spread the pieces across the road
Nobody wants to step on it
Trying to fix the feelings
But they are always going back to the time
It is the pain between present and past
Struggling to move to future
Divorce is the evil
It killed my glorious memories
Stuck up in the present and
Stumbling into future
Whom to blame in this game
This is the game of blames
This is the game of failure
This the game no one wins
Don’t try to play it for fun
It is difficult to accept the defeat
I learnt about forgiveness
Now there is no one left to forgive
Forgiving my self for all my faults
I want the love
I want the hope
I want the respect
I want the honor
These are the things
No one gives freely
We need to give it first
Definitely it will come back fast
The more you give
The more you get
How can I marry again?
If you lost a leg
You can walk with artificial leg
If you lost sight
You can see with glasses
But if you lost your heart
It is difficult to marry again.
Marriage and divorce
How many times we can enter this loop
The more you play
The heart becomes more brittle
Life becomes sick
Difficult to feel
The feeling of decisiveness
No fun in counting
After completion of game
Who cheated whom?
How many times?
It is better to play Marriage game
When we play continuous,
We have opportunity to improve ourselves
Don’t stop the game in between
To count your mistakes
As long as you play there are no winners
The moment you stop, both are losers
Marriage is a game, which never ends
I love my spouse
Whom I left once
If I am not loving,
Why am I thinking?
We are planning to start
The marriage game once again
Divorce is a quarrel
Settled by God as referee
This time we decided
Not to stop it until we die.
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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Dry
Trying hard to face another day
No more left to give, nothing left to break
Melting in the sun, breathing in the day
Falling into love and climbing out again
Theres nowhere left to run
No more tears to cry
The rivers running dry
Theres no more left to give
Love has left me dry
Reaching out beneath a sea of pain
Riding high on waves of hope again
Chipping as the stone face cracks away
Crying out again as my bones break
Theres nowhere left to run
No more tears to cry
The rivers running dry
Theres no more left to give
Love has left me dry
Why is every minute like a year
What if we could save ourselves from this
Life is such a bitch and it gets worse
Fate is like a rope around your neck
Theres nowhere left to run
No more tears to cry
The rivers running dry
Theres no more left to give
Love has left me dry - love has left me dry
The rivers running dry again
song performed by by Feeder
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What Country Shall We Go To?
What country shall we go to? For our holiday,
Shall it be in Europe, Asia, USA, or the islands, which way?
What if we do a world trip, go get some brochures and see,
Which will be the most interesting holiday for me?
Let's now think of U.k. Like Scotland, or Wales,
Then what about Ireland or isle of wight, see the yachts sails;
We could stay in London, go see on board a decker bus, visit the Queen,
There's plenty of great shops to try, and buy souveniers, is where I'll be seen.
Now catch a ferry across the Thames, into France, for a cake or two,
Try some frogs legs, to eat, see the Eiffel tower too;
Next will be Italy, see the olive vineyards Everywhere,
Try. To eat some great pasta, like spaghetti, n pizza if I dare.
Now what about to Vienna, hear the choirs sing,
Then travel to Venice, thru the streets in a condola they'll bring;
Back to Sweden, and to Austria, see each home so well built,
Go skiing in the mountains of Switzerland, if cold, I'll take the guilt.
Now! Let's go to Amsterdam, see the tulips everywhere,
Travel on a barge, And wear clogs, and great cheeses we'll share;
Now to Germany see where the musicians lived in their day,
Go see Russia, and then to Spain, watch the horses dance, oh yea.
I think we have a rest lets ride the suez canal, and take a day or two,
Oh already we have seen a lot of glorious sights, yes this s true;
Tomorrow we'll go to India, see the Taj mahal, as well,
Go for a ride on an elephant, Hear every temple bell.
Now we've taken a plane, and gone to USA,
See the Washington monument, is what I'd say;
There's Disneyland, and in Florida, we could stay,
Then to the grand canyon, that area is so vast,
We won't go to Vegas, because our money will not last.
I won't be going anywhere, near tornadoes at all,
But let's go to niagara, and see the largest waterfall;
Up to Canada, to Ottawa, and see the Mounties there,
Down to the great lakes, On a houseboat we will share.
Shall we go home via Honolulu, and hawaii too,
Checkout all the places they surf, which I wont do;
Now to the islands and finish with Asia, well see,
Like Japan, china, Indonesia, and malay for me;
There is also Korea, don't forget some gifts for a friend,
So now weeks have passed, enjoyed the trip, and it's come to an end.
poem by Margaret Haig
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I Love The African Woman
I Love The African Woman
I love the African woman
Her golden eyes
Burnt by smoke yet remained pure
Her black hair
Burdened by loads yet remained long
I love the African woman
Her dark lips
Kissed and chewed by men, Black and White
Yet remained full and thick
Her tender breast
Fondled by hands, smooth and callous
Yet remained firm and tall
At her back great men slept
On her laps heroes were nursed
At the meeting of her thighs all men dream
Her feet, hardened and bruised
Yet she keep moving
With pride
With dignity
I love her African heart
I love her African passion
I love the African woman
poem by Joseph Eli Atisu
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Moon Dance
I am really looking for a good woman who will support me and
let me move in with her. I don't have a job but I am looking.
I don't have a car but I finally got my license back. I do like
to drink and will admit I have a taste for drugs. I won't try to
change you if you don't try to change me. I am a dam good
lover and I really like to let go and have a good laugh. I have
been married seven times but hey I never said I was perfect.
As far as negative things about me I really like to sleep late
and I am not a fix up everything kind of guy. I am laid back and
mellow and know how to throw a great party. I suppose
my pet peeve is someone who tells me not to smoke in the
house, dam that gets me! ! I am on this site looking for true
love. I got a photo but I was pretty drunk and stoned that day.
My hair was messed up but you can tell it's me. I am a
democrat because some of them at least want pot legalized
Please contact me if you're interested and if you want I can call
you collect.
I am really looking for someone to do a moon dance with.
Joe
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Just a heartache
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
My world is ending
My life is blending
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
I know he was not the one
He was only in for the sun
I couldn't control my heart
It was too smart
Love is an art
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
Your ego was growing
My love was flowing
Your love never started
My love was charted
Your smile shined
But your eyes were lined
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
Now I know love is sacred
And that you can't usually break it
I learned that there is love
It floats in like a dove
It's just a heartache
Just a heartbreak
It's just a heartache
Just a heartbreak
My head is ringing
My love is singing
I told my heart quit
And for it to sit
It's just a heartache
Just a heartbreak
It's just a heartache
Just a heartbreak
My world may be ending
My life may be blending
Bu he wasn't the one
he only wanted sun
So i have to let is go
I have to let my pain flow
It's just a heartache
Just a heartbreak
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
My world is ending
My life is blending
It's just a heartache
Just a heart break
poem by Lillie Ellis
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A Chat With A Lady Lawyer Invisible On The Other Line
u online? (no answer)
i know you're on line (no answer, deadma)
how u been? busy? how is your new house?
and your kids? and your husband?
(he left you or u junked him?)
he left you, ok, he left you,
and don't bother asking,
i am not asking, (but i am interested
because i may say, he is my friend
at least once in those summer seminars
in physics,1980, long time ago, when
i really think he is straight and religious
and well composed, and calm and
cautious, but you finally revealed, he's on drugs
left you for a woman not of your level
or caliber, but enough with pain,
and misery, i will shift to oher things)
and how is your career? making more money
with your university research and writing
and lawyering at the same time,
coping up with motherhood, and other
important matters in your life?
you snobbed me, and you told me
when i ask you if you know this lady judge
who is married to a school mate and you
said you know her, and you do not want to
be disturbed as your boyfriend is with you
and having a good time on that time of the
day,
and you think i believe you? shall i swallow you hook, line and sinker?
i like to, but i don't really, you are just
mad about life, and you finally shut your mouth
hide in a shell, keep your fences high, and
declare to the world, this manifesto, that you are not talking
to anybody,
to include me, and i perfectly understand,
and so here i am talking to myself, because
you prefer to be invisible, suffer alone and
have more time, to think, to be yourself,
and just be plain woman of the soul and body,
looking for openings
somewhere, to be free, to be honest, in the pursuit of happiness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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