Vacation Galore
lying on a hammock
under a blue umbrella sky
between two coconut trees
sea breeze fanning my body
each sweet grape luscious to
my lips thinking of you
i swallow each
pulp
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
My Way Of Stealing Happiness
i'll take a bite of the luscious grape
break the pulp within
savor the sweetness inside my mouth
play with the hands of my
tongue
i always close my eyes
when i swallow what is supposed
to be yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The fruits on the table
I love the papayas
Spread on the table
Reddish orange papayas
Plump and Smooth to my
Hands
And some purple grapes
Sweet pulp
Luscious to my
Lips
Some rambutans
Hairy fruits in red
Tickling to my
Fingers
Pungent durian
Tasting like
Heaven to
My mind
They are all spread on
The table
And I would caress smooth
Reddish papayas with
My bare hands
Put a grape in my mouth
And my tongue
Does the savoring of
Juicy rambutans
My lips close in
To a juicy roundness
As I breathe on some
Red hairs
Of this magical luscious fruit
The durian is opened
And the taste of heaven
Comes to my mind
With eyes closed as
Though I own all the passions
Of this world
When we were young and
Crazy about ourselves
I laid her on the table
And spread herself there
She was all those kinds of
Fruits to me and I was the
Hands, the mouth, the lips,
The tongue
The stomach that swallowed her all
Every bit that was juicy
Every freshness every plumpness
She was all fruits to me
She was all nature giving in, all over
To the passions of this fruit lover.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
At The Seaside, A Solitude
the seaside is peaceful
the sky is blue with white cumulus clouds hanging there
slowly they move and change shapes
like the air is painting and mixing the colors in space
gentle hues graceful strokes
the white sands extend to some miles
the coconut trees are like handshakes
their shadows restive and steady
i lay my body weary of the years
i look at all these lines and circles and spheres
i like to give up thinking and just be a spectator
i let them talk and i merely listen
the seaside, the seagull, the clouds, the coconut trees, the white sands,
the circles and spheres and lines extending
to nowhere.
i cover my eyes with a straw hat. I cease.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Eden's Gifts
Come gentle to me, my loving embrace
'Neath the Willow Tree...
Let us, both together, entwine
Through the vine, of Our Eternity.
Come closer, to the shoreline, love
The alibaster sands, they await...
The swaying Palms, dance in perfect rhythm
Near the islands, arched bamboo gate.
Allow us, to dwell, for some time and again
In the Teal Seaweed and Olive Moss...
With tender caresses, together wrapped up
So that we shall never suffer one anothers loss.
Spread sweet honey, 'cross my longing navel
And fresh coconut milk upon my deep pink lips
Touch and tempt my Pearl of excitation...
Bring both of us, ever sweet-sweet bliss.
Let us drink, the Ambrosia of the Gods
And lay, upon a hammock, of banana leaves
Allow us, to cherish this Genesis Paradise...
And then softly whisper, : 'I love you', to the island breeze
poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Umbrella Man
When the sun just refuses to shine on through
And its cats and doggies all over you
You need some protection so what do you do
See the umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man, umbrella man
You can see him when its sunny, when the rain comes down
You ought to find a corner where hes always found
A reflection in a puddle, just turn around
To see the umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man, umbrella man
There are some things in life on which you can depend
Dont try to guess when itll rain again
You dont have to worry cause youve got a friend
Come see the umbrella man
I will be your umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
Dont forget the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man
I will be your umbrella man, umbrella man
song performed by by Utopia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Summer
summer is an ancestral house
surrounded with antique trees
blushing leaves
rainbow flowers
nearby the blue sea
white sticky rice and
grilled tangigue
fresh buko juice and
straw hat and a swing
between two coconut trees.
and silence and sea breeze.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
For Art Does Not Tolerate Reason
Truly fertile Music, the only kind that will move us, that we shall truly appreciate, will be a Music conducive to Dream, which banishes all reason and analysis. One must not wish first to understand and then to feel. Art does not tolerate Reason. (Albert Camus)
precisely my friend
i have too much of reason's justifications.
bored. fed-up.
drunk. hollow.
emptied.there is this boor.
another boar.
a bore. pestered. gouge out.
this analytical mind
causing so much
chaos in the world
of understanding
feelings.
i cross over the fence
of art.
lying on a hammock.
with a hat on my head.
a little warm sunshine
on my shoulder.
under the coconut trees.
beside a white sandy beach.
i welcome the sun
of feelings.
i breathe the breeze.
i touch the sand
and then i let loose the
grains through
my fingers.
this i like to do today.
just loaf and
dream.
i dream about us.
the two of us
in an island
our moans
music
to my ears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Don't Ever Think
I'm standing on the edge of the cliff
And I'm thinking it through my mind
I'm afraid that I'm about to slip
Because my body is out of time
And I'm thinking, thinking, thinking, think
Thinking till I'm nearly dead
Do you remember when you were young?
Do you remember what your mother said?
She said, don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
Obsession is a terrible thing
Does it happen to everyone?
As mother nature comes with a sting
And it persecutes everyone
And I'm lying, I'm lying, I'm lying awake
Lying in my burnt out bed
Do you remember when you were young?
Do you remember what your mother said?
She said, don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
And I think again
And I think again
It's just the thinking I don't understand
It's all holes, built to wires
But persecution is on fire
Don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
song performed by by Zutons
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A Silent World
got a headache
and i shall not tell you
i do not share pain
so i hide away from you
i go behind the house
tied a hammock between two trees
the sun is up and
the shade is cool
i lay my body inside the hammock
and i rock myself slowly
slowly sleep drowns me
into a forgetting
the world is silent
upon a grass so green
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What We Did At The Beach House....
it is freedom day for me
it is Thursday,
we enter the gate to the beach
fresh winds, green coconut palms
sea grass and white foams,
sea waves and slushy sands,
the octagonal cottage and the
bamboo tables and chairs,
stone silent on the table
collected by you,
we are here for no other agenda
except to feel the freshness of air
recounting those younger years
and then savor our sweet silence
i rock my body on the hammock
you lay asleep on the sofa.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Your Breasts
a bunch of grapes
purple magnified
dew on its sides like
the gleams of the moons
of Jupiter
too luscious pulp
to my tongue always
luscious to my tongue
like your breasts
like the gleamings moons
of my Jupiter
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Evening Coconut
The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
Atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
It really dont matter much, which way I go.
But remember to pull over in the storm.
Have you seen the evening coconut
Bobbing on the bay?
Standing on the waters edge of stone
Someone there besides you
To hear the words you say
To show you things your eyes have never known.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
While atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
song performed by by Neil Young
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
When I Arrive There.....
even if i have not seen your scars
they will always be there
you do not have to say a story
how each scar was once a wound with all its pains
our instinct is always to hide them
for who wants to be reminded of those stabbing nights?
when i arrive there it will be another full moon
the sea will be as calm as silk and silver
do not serve upon that tray some pieces of broken dreams
there will be a proper time for all of them
it will be good if we deviate sometimes on those memories
of laughter and child-like innocence
when we were young climbing upon those trees
gathering the ripe fruits and then eating all of them
luscious pulp, sweet juices upon our tongues
freed for the worries of old, dead anxieties, alive on some hopes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Highway Trees
They group communalized
Like a panchayat counselling
Gapped irregular
Mangoe, coconut, plantain trees
Like timeless sentinels
High-stumped palmyra trees
watchful sparsely
whilst fronded palms
Fanning to the highway-heaven
Territoried etching karuvelam(Acacia arabica)
There and there from side slopes
Often punishing dirtying feet
Whilst swinging banyan monkeys
Dancing to the whirring breeze
Templed at the trunks yellowy
Mewling little neem cradles
Holy threaded to augural shade
Whilst projected long pipal
Preaching the highway'beware, beware'
Numbered tamarind acidified
Boxed by vehicled souls heavily
In wider space spiritted yet there on
Whilst withered trees nameless some
Branching to evince danseuse's elegance
poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Blossoms On The Trees
Blossoms crimson, white, or blue,
Purple, pink, and every hue,
From sunny skies, to tintings drowned
In dusky drops of dew,
I praise you all, wherever found,
And love you through and through--;
But, Blossoms On The Trees,
With your breath upon the breeze
There's nothing all the world around
As half as sweet as you!
Could the rhymer only wring
All the sweetness to the lees
Of all the kisses clustering
In juicy Used-to-bes,
To dip his rhymes therein and sing
The blossoms on the trees--,
'O Blossoms on the Trees,'
He would twitter, trill, and coo,
'However sweet, such songs as these
Are not as sweet as you--:
For you are blooming melodies
The eyes may listen to!'
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Life of a Grape
On the vine, the green fruit ripens,
Becoming fresh and well-rounded,
And such is the life of a grape.
In the sun, its sweet skin softens
On the branch where it's been bounded,
And such is the life of a grape.
The others grow fairly often.
Eventu'lly, it's surrounded,
And such is the life of a grape.
Then one day, away from the flocks,
It's plucked, dried, put into a box,
And such is the life of grape.
poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sweet Evening Breeze
I was loud and a little sad
She was visiting from atlanta, georgia
She had come to spend the summer with her dad
I thought she was very pretty
We would kiss and hold hands
Every night by the football field
Her body was tan
From the afternoons by the public swimming pool
Chorus:
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze
I saw her in a coffee shop
In a big hotel down in austin, texas
She had cut her long hair off
And replaced it with
Blue eyes of sadness
Still acted like we were kids
And she told me that she had to marry
And she asked me if I did
Still remember
Chorus:
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze
How redundant the future can be
These days of old are very, very
Ridiculous for me to see
When I think about the real gone stories
And how time holds the winning hand
I can tell by the lines on our faces
And the young cant understand
That they look at me
When they look at themselves
Chorus:
Oh, sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze
song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Playful Breeze's Pleasant Acts
The playful Breeze touching me softly passes on;
Tells sweet tales in hush-hush voice in my ears;
Removes all my weariness with its healing hugs;
Calls me to close my eyes to sing my dear melodies;
Plucks all my stresses to toss away off its way;
To every tree it does have a story full of joy;
The peepul tree laughs heartily clapping its million palms;
The neem tree tosses up its bushy boughs bursting forth in glee;
Enjoys on the swings of sky-scrapping coconut trees;
Plants sweet kisses on the lips of all tiny blooms;
Dances merrily clasping the hands of tender creepers;
Carries on its back the blissful loads of colourful birds;
The green fields are in ecstatic thrills of swirling joys;
O the Nature is in absolute joyeverywhere today;
Hey folks! of your house-prisons do rush out all;
Let us do jolly jigs on riverside sands with the Breeze!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Thinking Of You
lying all alone and restless
unable to lose this image
sleepless unable to focus on anything but your surrender
tuggin a rhythm to the vision that's in my head
tuggin a beat to the sight of you lying
so delighted with a new understanding
something about a little evil that makes that
unmistakeable noise i was hearing
unmistakable soud that i know so well
spent and sighing with that look in your eye
spent and sweatin with that look on your face like
sweet revelation
sweet surrender
thinking of you
thinking of you
sweet revelation
sweet surrendering
song performed by by A Perfect Circle from Mer De Noms
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
My Blue Poem
Writing my blue poem
With my pink pen...
Mellow blue,
Sweet Aster sugar blue,
Sad sighing blue,
Mid-night sky blue
Blues singing, crying blue...
'Lady Day' blue
Soon smiling blue,
Because I am thinking of you,
Writing my blue poem
With a pink pen
Thinking of you
(11: 36-11: 37 p.m.
Oct.15,1998)
poem by Dorothy Holmes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!