Usual Meetings...
meeting is euphoric
tracing roots and looking
at the leaves
and marveling at the fruits
then what happens
next are the expectations
of what one can do
where the scrutiny begins
there will be demands
unsatisfied
prayers remain not
answered
that serves as a
sad ending
and there will be no more
surprises
plainly, too human
yes all too human and that
is what exactly happened between us
long before we even started
deep within the soul says
it is over.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Trace Our Roots
there are ways of tracing our roots
where we come from
why we are here
how our forefathers braved
the seas and survived the big waves
of uncertainties
the cold, dark nights of their fears
how they all believed in dreams
how they trusted the direction given by the stars
how they solidified their hearts
with faith and hope
and love
as i listen to all of you talk about the stories
of our ancestors
my mind begins to to grow and travel
like roots
deep down the earth
tracing some humus
where i must live again
perhaps ever braver than the pioneers
they are our ancestors
and i think, they still believe that since we come from them
we must all be like them,
my dear cousin, now we have become the roots ourselves
and another child shall come
in the future
and listen some more, wanting to become branches and leaves and flowers
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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New Way To Be Human
Every day it's the same thing
Another trend has begun
Hey kids, this might be the one
It's a race to be noticed
And it's leaving us numb
Hey kids, we can't be the ones
With all of our fashion, we're still incomplete
The God of redemption can break our routine
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human, new way to be human
And where is our inspiration
When all the heroes are gone
Hey kids, could we be the ones?
Cuz nobody's famous, and nobody's fine
We all need forgiveness, we're longing inside
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human
Spreading under my skin
There's a new way to be human
Where divinity bends
It's a new way to be human, new way to be human
I'll find your love across my impossible space
You've created me, take me out of me into
A new way to be human, to a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
Where my humanity bends
To a new way to be human
Redemption begins
You're a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
You're the only way to be human
You're a new way to be human
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Can't Stand It (Live On Letterman)
The way things go
You get so low
Struggle to find your skin
Hey ho
Look out below
Your prayers will never be answered again
Phones still ring
And singers sing
Speakers are speaking in code
What now
Well anyhow
Our prayers will never be answered again
You know it's all beginning
(It's all beginning)
To feel like It's ending
(Feels like It's ending)
No loves as random
As God's love
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
The way things get
You get so high
Funny how we make new friends
Oh hey ho
I gotta go
My prayers will never be answered again
You know It's all beginning
(it's all beginning)
To feel like It's ending
(Feels like It's ending)
No loves as random
As God's love
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
Speakers speaking
Speakers speaking
Speaking in code
Speakers speaking
Speakers speaking
Speaking in code
You know It's all beginning
(it's all beginning)
To feel like pretending
(To feel like pretending)
No loves as random
As my love
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
Your prayers will never be answered again
Your prayers will never be answered again
Your prayers will never be answered again
Your prayers will never be answered again
song performed by by Wilco
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Moonlight Sonata
The cold winter can not destroy the miraculous invincible seeds.
The germination fundamentally changes them in the earth's maternity.
It is a new life running time when the cold snow irreversible recedes,
And a new spring embraces the deep mysteries of the magical fertility.
When the seeds germinate, they always throw out a few anchor roots.
Those splintered cracks of deep roots trying to hide inside the soils.
The tall trees need deep roots and branches to bloom and to bear fruits,
While the whole land receives and nurtures the life it essentially contains.
When the divine spark leaps from the divine hand to the human hand,
Making the human roots so deep as they can face the stormy time,
Moreover, taking an ultimate shape in the law of the very green land,
While life becomes a moonlight sonata, life which is always sublime.
© Marieta.Maglas 2010
poem by Marieta Maglas
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A Human Body
Words and music by roger taylor
They were talking in whispers
In bear skins and fur
Captain scott and his heroes to be
To have laboured so long
To have made it this far
Ooh its been such a long ride
Ooh you know its been a long way
For a human human human
For a human body you see
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
Do you believe do you believe or really care
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
To a human human
With a human body you see
There aint nobody gets out of this moonlight
Today is surprisingly fair
Oh oh oh oh woo woo
Weve got problems the lone ranger cant fix
The invisible man couldnt see
It takes a tough guy
To learn some new tricks
Ooh it takes such a long time
Ooh its been such a long way
For a human human human
For a human body you see
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
Do you believe do you believe or really care
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
To a human human
With a human body you see
You know its been such a long while
Its been such a long while
Takes such a long time
It takes such a long time
Its been such a long way
Been such a long way
Its been such a long while
Been such a long while
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Its gonna be a long ride
song performed by by Queen
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Sonnet: To God, All Men Are Alike
Which human life is superior in cost?
Which human blood is royal all along?
Which human breed has been always foremost?
Which human voice has sung world's most hit-song?
Nothing can be for long, the best, purest;
All human lives are equal 'fore God's eyes;
Reward/punishment of God is fairest;
Can God be God if He should reward vice?
Like pendulum, our life keeps swinging forth;
And see-saw-like, we have our ups and downs;
Despite iniquities, living is worth;
A circus-show has many, also clowns.
Never look down upon another life,
Lest angered God serves us enormous strife.
poem by John Celes
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That Is Perhaps What Poetry Is All About
a seed thrown on the ground
beside a bush, it grows and you do not notice.
it is sad to say, neglect does not bother.
time is its ally, and it begins to feel its roots
and leaves.it dreams of fruits.
the seed is now a tree, and it summons children
to play, to climb its branches and to reap its fruits.
that is its only joy. To give.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Untrammeled
Human dreams,
like the stars
in a dark sky,
hang there burning...
beyond reach.
Perhaps, already long gone.
We are want to ask of life,
Why?
But life does not answer.
Perhaps, it has no ears;
or no voice.
Perhaps, we are the
voice.
Perhaps, we
are not listening.
Tis the one true condition;
to be human is to understand,
not everything is obtainable...
Alone.
This may just be the only thing
that surprises God.
To be human,
is to fail... often.
Which ofcourse means,
that we keep trying.
One wonders...
Why?
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Goddess
goddess of the moon
you descend upon my humble beginnings
you kiss me
to my surprise
my body rises above the shadows
of these hills
you take me away
from my roots and like a flower
you take me by your hand
i am cut and though i love you
i bleed
i am human and i cry
i am human and i still long for my land
my roots still miss the soil of my birth and my origin
goddess of the moon
you have wings to fly
look at me
i have none
and so even if you love me
and even if i love you
grant me my wish
to be home again.
for i am just human
and wings have i none.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tracing
Do you ever get the feeling
that were starting in the middle
or do u ever have the sense
that we are lying just a little
I mean come on
its not like we have known ourselves that long
and I cant say I really blame you
for being bored with the beginning
always staring at the score
to figure out whose barely winning
but dont you know
that there is a reason strong moves slow
and I'm ok.. if you're ok.. with wasting time
but when you trace
you always see the bottom line
we are tracing... I hope you know... we are tracing
and if you want to know the moment
I knew that I was still alone
I found I never learned your number
I only stored it in my phone
You think by now
I'd know the shape of calling home..
And I'm ok.. if you're ok.. with wasting time
and when you trace
you always see the bottom line..
we are tracing.. I hope you know.. We are tracing
were both alone..
we are tracing
Did you ever get the feeling
that we started in the middle
or do u ever have the sense
that we are lying just a little
I mean come on
its not like we knew ourselves that long
song performed by by John Mayer
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Forest
In that magic forest, towering trees
Unexpectedly come forward from the haze.
Out of the earth, roots spring from other roots,
Like the arms of the dwellers of burial vaults.
Under the cover of the blazing autumn leaves
Lonesome giants, trolls, and lions used to live.
Here sailors saw the tracks in golden sand
Left behind by a six-fingered human hand.
Peers of France and Arthurian valiant knights
Never set on this forbidden place their sights.
Nor the bushes ever hid a pirates’ lair,
Nor a hermit ever made his lodging there…
Only once, they saw in a lurid tempest’s light -
Cat-headed woman softly stepped into the night;
Doomed to wear a solid silver coronet,
She was lamenting and sobbing till the sunset.
No communion was given by a priest
When, by quiet dawn, she passed away in peace.
All this happened, all this happened in those years,
Which have passed without leaving any trace.
All this happened, all this happened in a realm,
Which would never come across your wildest dreams.
I imagined all of this by looking at
Fiery braids that always snake around your head,
Looking at your ever changing greenish eyes,
They're akin to Persian feverish turquoise.
Well, perhaps that forest is a soul of yours,
Well, perhaps that forest 's always my remorse.
Or perhaps, one day when we will die,
To this forest we will travel – you and I.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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The Tree Without Fruits
the way they handle
a tree without fruits is
crazy
it is as though
the leaves do not matter anymore
or the roots
or even the wood itself
or the living rings
within
that tell about
a certain
age
they are thinking about
a fire
they are cruel
and i think they deserve
to be
burned in hell
the value of the tree
is not just its fruits
mind you
trees also present memories
of their own
their roots too have
beautiful stories to tell
their twigs and lentils
too have dreams
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Did that soul reach you, God
Did that soul reach you, God
It was a soul occupying a human form
Which had all good qualities of a
Good human being
That human form chose not to
Get itself involved in the usually
Worldly living practices
By keeping itself off from the family web
And thus with no real need to make a living
But to live and be totally devoted
That human form was always in your praise
Devoting most of its time
In talking about you
In reading about you
And doing only such things
Related to you and your devotees
It was a human form
Which attempted in all possible ways
To make its audience
Feel the divine’s presence
And to enhance faith
In a long-standing spiritual tradition
It spent days and nights
In deciphering the scripts
And interpreting them
For the use of even less inclined group
There could be occasions
When this human form would have
Stirred feelings of some
With displeasing messages
But people know that
Such expressions are only
Unmasked intensions
But its care and affection
Are sincere and its well wishing
Would you take any far
It takes pride in its known people
Growing well
And marking scales in the society
The soul from such a human form
Departed a week back
All we heard from this human being
Is that
When the soul leaves a body
Which has been real devotee
Is well received by the angels in the heaven
Dressed well and decorated by them
Matching the looks of other heaven dwellers
All look alike including
The heavenly god form
And just reached soul after these face lifts
Is presented before God
Did that soul reach you
Did that soul reach you, God
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The virtuous fertilizer
You fertile the soil
And the tree grows well.
Fruits ripe and smell
The wingless unkind human birds in thrill.
They taste the fruits and saliva spill
Afterward throw the seeds ill will.
And the human dignity go through the mill.
* If this rare bird could fly?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Bring My Soul
No man
No women
Can retrieve the human soul
Nor can define and re-define
The central tendency of soul in sole
Exept human themselves
No man
No women
Can redeem the soulful sounds of soul
Neither at gliding shadows
Nor at loud darkness
Can they farbricate the smile to soul
Exept human themselves
No man, Yes!
No women
Can vanquish the greatness
Of distruction that's carried by the soul
Nor can comprehend the distortions
That are encompassed by the inner soul
Expet ofcause human themselves
No man
No women
In no given time
In no granted span
Can reverse the scars absorbed by the soul
No may rewind or remove the pain
Experienxed by the soul
Exept human themselves
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Our House Of Prayer
With our house surprises are certain,
The sure men who love me most are in here.
The children have no longer been ill,
And this time we have sickness.
The illness to know is too striking,
It means times of the world are changing.
This time, we call them an angel,
And this angel is deadly for our children.
The house is empty now of surprises,
For the prayers will be answered.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Road to Damascus
You were once a meeting place
of human goodness -
of the Good Samaritan, saving
the fallen victim of the hiding thieves,
a road to friendship
against the bridge of enemies,
the road to humility
with the ability to forgive.
You were once a meeting point
of human newness -
of Saul, the intolerant,
persecutor of Christians,
blinded by light,
and yet rode back to this road
as Paul with renewed eyesight.
Damascus, a meeting road
of human goodness and newness
met by the Lord of Light,
and yet today has turned
to be an open graveyard
guarded by violence and blood.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Many Still Question...
many still question
loneliness,
tracing the roots
and thinking about possible cures
i have aged
my hair has turned grey
58%
and i don't ask anymore
it is a tree
and there are so many fruits
to gather
and satisfy our
hunger and thirst
with them
ripe for the picking
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Almost Human
Ahh, ha
Im almost human, cant help feelin strange
The moon is out, I think Im gonna change
Youre so smooth and tender, a living, breathing dream
Ive got to have you, baby, Im listenin for your scream
Im almost human, Im almost a man
Im almost human, ooh
Im almost human, baby please dont run away
cause wherever you run, Ill be a scream away
Im very hungry and youre what Im thinkin of
Ooh baby, baby, baby, so hungry for your love
Im almost human, oh, almost a man
Im almost human, whoo
Im very hungry and youre what Im thinkin of
Ooh baby, baby, baby, so hungry for your love
Im almost human, Im almost a man
Im almost human, Im almost human
Im almost human, Im almost human
Im almost human, almost, almost, almost a man
Im almost human
Almost, almost, almost, almost, almost, almost human
Im almost human, Im almost human
Im almost human, almost a man
Im almost human, almost, almost, almost
Im almost human
song performed by by Kiss
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Religion
I AM no priest of crooks nor creeds,
For human wants and human needs
Are more to me than prophets' deeds;
And human tears and human cares
Affect me more than human prayers.
Go, cease your wail, lugubrious saint!
You fret high Heaven with your plaint.
Is this the 'Christian's joy' you paint?
Is this the Christian's boasted bliss?
Avails your faith no more than this?
Take up your arms, come out with me,
Let Heav'n alone; humanity
Needs more and Heaven less from thee.
With pity for mankind look 'round;
Help them to rise — and Heaven is found.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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