Viewing The New Day
as you begin to open the shutters
letting light in
letting them land on that soft white pillow
that which comforted your doubts
last night
become interested on the sparrows
that dance on the twigs of the tree fronting you
lush green leaves
a new nest, light of the sun caressing the barks
dews diminishing in numbers
on a time for surrender
listen to the usual sounds of the day
exaggerate, sensitize, imagine
those that are not there but must satiate our sense of journey
the excitement is here
when finally the lover is gone for another absence
when your heart finds your hands
caressing your body again
on this tender moment
of another solitude.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unconventional...
it will not start with the usual
hello
well goodbye is another usual word
people use it every moment
sometimes even
permanently convenient
some start it well with a
'tell me the story' or
'tell me the truth and nothing but the truth
then we perhaps
can help you'
others don't. They do not start it all,
you start it, that is their demand
you must be the first one to open up
like a parachute
like a child's inquisitive mind that
always asks about the moon
why it is round
basics, you know
others are unconventional.
no word at all. plain touch, sometimes no touch even.
they pretend they don't mind.
or honestly, they do not mind at all
because they also have their own
battles.
sometimes, i like it this way.
silence. closing of the eyes.
relaxing on a beach king of david thing
letting people have their own choices.
letting events take their own due course.
like a compass pointing to its own direction.
sometimes i want to break the compass.
what is it to be lost and still be strong?
no fears, no hang-ups
no pent up emotions.
back to silence. sea breeze caressing my body.
leaves falling softly on the sand.
waves monotonous on the shore
hypnotic.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Is letting go a metaphor?
what is letting go -
letting go of grief?
the serenity of letting go?
(must be a bad metaphor)
losing represents letting go of control
I need to understand this 'letting go'
is it a metaphor for facing the inevitable?
breathing as a metaphor for living
'the practice of pruning wine vines'
is that a metaphor for letting go?
surrender. reaching towards the future
if you'll excuse another bad metaphor...
'the last of the sand is pouring...'
onion metaphors are stripped down to the core
letting go is a metaphor for acceptance
is acceptance a metaphor for failure?
'The freedom of letting go'
that does sound grand
letting go is not for the faint-hearted
my hands and heart are tired from letting go
so many times over
examine why metaphor is not
a substitute for the literal
letting go is
a metaphor
for goodbye
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poem by Terri Turrell
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By My Window....
dawn
darkness finally receding
morning
light spreads
the leaves of trees
begin to appear
the mountains
show up in magnificence
little black birds
hover on the tree fronting my window
dews giving up
mist gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Compassion To The Man In Sorrow
the man whose heart is broken
who lurks in surrender
sitting on the floor
covering his head with his hands
his lips tasting the salt of
his tears
sobbing
he needs to be left alone
what he needs most is the compassion
of your letting him go
letting him think about what to do next
with his life in such a short moment
give him the wide latitude of silence
his soul is speaking and he must
listen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For I Too Must Leave Just Like Those Birds
the tree in the garden
has died
what we see now are
nothing but twigs without leaves
below are the heaps
of dead leaves
rotting
we have become like them
hopeless for sometime
dry and cracking
light as the wind
drifting like
the cloud
empty, hollowed by the
mourning of our arid
days
dragging nights
lifeless on a very cold wood
for a bed
one morning some yellow sparrows
with thin long black beaks
hover upon those twigs
and the dead tree even for
the moment has assumed
life
upon a borrowed hope only
for that brief moment
until then when all the sparrows
fly away again
taking with them all the songs
that you hear
you learn the tune from those
thin black and long beaks
and you must compose a song
for yourself
borrowing hope from hope
putting those leaves back
on your
imaginary trees
you must tell me
about the will to live
for i too must leave
and be a part of somewhere else
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fingers Of Light
fingers of light
from the hands of the morning sun
caressing
the face of love
warming the body of desire
time both blanket and pillow
moments of melodies
songs of summer love
lips of lust
darkness moans
stars ejaculate
the moon in a multiple orgasmic outburst
the land is silent
satisfied
a new day is born.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dance Unto The Light
Dance unto the light,
Sway to the sounds of time,
Watch the angels bright,
As they dance within your mind.
Dance my friends and sway,
To beauty, to laughter, to love,
For this is the most perfect day,
A perfect gift from above!
Dance unto the light,
Catch the stars bright,
For perfect are the angels love,
From the One Most High above!
Dance, dance, dance
As the music plays on,
Dance, Dance, Dance,
As we listen to their song.
Dance unto the light,
Star light, star bright,
Watch as the baby is born,
On a most glorious morn?
Dance unto the light,
Catch the stars so bright,
Yes He died on a tree,
But He died for Victory!
dance unto the light,
We dance unto the night,
The song has been sung,
For He has finally won!
poem by Katrina S. Lucas
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Trimming The Trees, Pruning The Twigs....
on the tree of life
there will be more leaves
and twigs and flowers
on spring
and more luscious fruits
for eating
there is somehow a
need for trimming
what excesses are there
twigs that go awry
leaves that lush for too much
shade
and so we do just that
cut some twigs
take a look and cut some
more
remove some leaves
for sacrifices
for us to some more
and some time
see heaven for once.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Completion...
the body
is stroked upon
by
tender hands
this body
stands before it
watching
caressing those
hands
skin lands on
skin
the world knows
its own
kind of foreplay
clouds on the side
of the hills
sunset kneeling
upon the foot
of the mountain
lightning flashes
sounds of thunder
the snake spits
its venom
on the tender flesh
of the
innocent chick...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tender Is The Night
Between the darkness on the street
And the houses filling up with light
Between the stillness in my heart
And the roar of the approaching night
Somebodys calling after somebody
Somebody turns the corner out of sight
Looking for somebody
Somewhere in the night
Tender is the night
When you hold your baby tight
Tender are the motions, tender is the night
Between a life that we expected
And the way its always been
I cant walk back in again
After the way we fight
When just outside there are people laughing
Living lives we used to lead
Chasing down the love they need
Somewhere in the night
Tender is the night
And the benediction of the neon light
Tender are the hunters, tender is the night
Youre gonna want me tonight
When youre ready to surrender
Forget about whos right
When youre ready to remember
Its another world at night
When youre ready to be tender
Tender, tender tender...
And in the hard light of an angry sun
No one remembers what was said or done
Tender are the words they choose
You win, I win, we lose
Tender
Tender is the night
Tender
The benediction of the neon light
Tender
Tender are the hunters
Tender is the night
When they hold each other tight
Tender
Tender are the undercover
Tender
The stranger and the secret lover
Tender
Tender are the motions
Tender is the night
When you hold your baby tight
Tender, tender tender...
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Do Not Fear....
LAST night you panicked
about the tsunami news
that is real
you have seen the video on the news
at BBC
THIS thing does not
shake me
i have trust on the earth
where we live
daily
The earth will always be a big thing
and we are its miniatures
My body is like the earth
and the Earth is my body
Thus when the earth shakes
it is because it is feverish
on a certain infection
its sea must have been polluted
with nuclear waste
Thus when the earth moves its belly
and creates the tsunami
it is because
it is bathing
to cleanse itself
from accumulated dirt
and other extraneous
destructive matters
Or it is only
doing this on a routinized
basis
self-checking and
counter-checking
its Own State of Affairs
The EARTH
has a mind and body of
its own
It heals itself too
Every moment
in Every movement
The Law of Nature
Removes what destroys Itself
It vomits what poisons It
It excludes what pains it
It expels what it does not
Need
That is basic
Everything happens
because it is Good
Last night
You wrap your whole body
with that thick blanket
You hardly had a
good breathing
I know
You never really had that
nice sleep
that I am always enjoying
You bet
Now wake up early
Open the Windows of your House
Witness the unfolding of Light before your very eyes
How nature dresses and undresses itself
INTO such a beauty
Charming and magical
Its poise
The way how light bends and
Walks the isles
and Leaves and Fades
and Comes back again
IN another set of hues
and freshness of its
air
her hairs caressing
all of us
here
The rising sun
the glamorous sea
The white dots of seagulls dotting the sky blue sea
The boats afloat
and the children jumping for their
usual dives and baths
On a little ponderous moment like this
Feel the love that this Earth has given us for free
Daily
Because after it has cleansed itself
It becomes another scented Lady
or Mother or Lover
or Friend
Ready to embrace you Again
To show how lovely you too has become
This
In all Mutuality.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Early Morning
the rain just stops showering.
the leaves are wet and some dews are staying.
the sun peeps.the petals of the flowers open up.
some buds follow. some fruits hang heavily on the mango tree.
a pig is tied under and starts burrowing the muddy ground.
some leaves fall. orange in color.
soft winds from the sea come.
the twigs sway. a ripe papaya falls.
a stone receives it.
a cat comes to check if there is any fish.
a dog barks.a bystander runs to the other side of the road.
the canal is full of rainwater. some leaves clog.
moss thickens on the side of the cemented drainage.
a cockcroach runs away and hides on a crevice.
a rat looks over a railing on the roof of the camarin.
an ylang-ylang flower gets caught on the tin roof.
the white sampaguita opens up finally to the
sunny sky. a butterfly hovers. a bee buzzes near my forehead.
my hand makes a snap. it escapes away.
some fruitflies find a new territory on the rotten apple
which i threw last night in the garbage can.
i start the engine of my car. and then to the office i am gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feeling The Life Of This Earth
at the end it is just you and
as usual all alone with a little
difference though
that in this particular moment
the moon above you is full and
floats as calmly as a mellow shade
of borrowed light
soft and tender
above your hair
there is home in loneliness now
no one screams and blames another
there is no running anymore
away from something broken
or shattered glass with pointed
pieces
you lay your body upon soft green grass
under the thin golden shade of light
feeling the the life of earth
gently gently beating
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Roof
Verse 1
It wasnt raining yet
But it was definitely a little misty on
That warm november night
And my heart was pounding
My inner voice resounding
Begging me to turn away
But I just had to see your face
To feel alive
And then you casually walked in the room
And I was twisted in the web
Of my desire for you
(and I was twisted)
My apprehension blew away
I only wanted you
To taste my sadness
As you kissed me in the dark
Chorus 1
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and i
On the rooftop that rainy night
Verse 2
And so we finished the moet and
Started feeling liberated
And I surrendered as you took me
In your arms
I was so caught up in the moment
I couldnt bear to let you go yet
So I threw caution to the wind
And started listening to my longing heart
And then you softly pressed your lips to mine
And feelings surfaced Id suppressed
For such a long time
(and I was lifted)
And for a while I forgot
The sorrow and the pain
And melted with you as we stood
There in the rain
Chorus 2
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and i
On the rooftop that rainy night
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and i
On the rooftop that rainy night
Bridge
Last night I dreamed that i
Whispered the words I love you
And touched you so very
Subtly as we were kissing goodbye
(pretty baby - how Im missing you)
Chorus 3
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
(envision you caressing me)
And go back in time
(I go back)
To relieve the splendor of you and i
On the rooftop that rainy night
(on the roof that rainy night)
Chorus 4
Every time I feel the need
(when I feel the need)
I envision you caressing me
(I envision you over and over and over again)
And go back in time
(I go back)
To relieve the splendor of you and i
(it was oh so sweet you and I)
On the rooftop that rainy night
(on that rainy night)
Chorus 5
Every time I feel the need
(last night I had the strangest dream...)
I envision you caressing me
(I was actually quite symbolic)
And go back in time
(as I whispered...that I loved you)
To relieve the splendor of you and i
(...very subtly)
Chorus 6
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
And go back in time
To relieve the splendor of you and i
On the rooftop that rainy night
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Letting Go
Ah, she tastes like wine
Such a human being so divine
Oh she feels like sun
Mother nature look at what youre done
Oh I feel like letting go
Oh I feel like letting go.
Ah, she looks like snow
I want to put her in a broadway show
Ah shell dance and dine
Like a lucifer shell always shine
Oh I feel like letting go
Oh I feel like letting go.
Oh I feel like letting go.
Ah, she sings it so
I want to put her on the radio
One day and there you are
Ladies and gentleman -
A brand new star.
Oh I feel like letting go
Oh I feel like letting go.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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You And I In This Little Nook...
your life is never an
empty page, every-days are
scribbles
figures and landscapes of
hills and buffaloes and
waters making
the usual turns on the hillsides
there are blue clouds
caressing treetops,
birds never rest, and the air
keeps on blowing beyond
the edges of
your margins
i am putting sounds, music,
strings, colors,
i am letting the ears of your
books hear,
i am speaking in some chapters,
want you to
to be be bold and firm
like me
hard cover, book bound.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Glow In My Eyes Just The Same
It’s the light not to touch might bruise the heart
Glittering drops revealed in pearls
Grasshopper feast for an endless leap
Wind swept caressing beautiful morning
Of coming so close never to return
The beams soft rising rising from hands
It’s the light not to touch might bruise the heart
Might ruin the whole within a song
The final breathing of all the mists
In clouds raising thorns
In clouds growing flowers
Wind swept caressing beautiful morning
Of coming so close never to return.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Theory Of Order And Unity....
in lack in the shortness of our lives
and breaths
when we have vacated what we are
when we have given everything
when we have finally divested ourselves
with what is borrowed
we start to sense the completion of
this mission
letting go those birds from their cages
opening those doors
breaking all the locks
letting in the winds of freedom
erasing the shadows because we have embraced
the light
we we are finally lost into the ocean of this universe
reunited with that Being
then we are perfect
so complete that we do not touch any part of us
because we are part of them
the vastness of
eternity.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In the Letting Go
In the letting go,
A freedom unknown
Becomes as welcomed
As fresh falling snow...
On Pine trees green.
In the letting go,
A release becomes sacred
To experience,
As an unpolluted breeze...
To breathe a feeding done easily.
In the letting go,
One knows a life has arrived to be explored.
In the letting go...
An unexpected flow,
Connects.
To all.
And all that is there to be shared,
Comes.
To the one letting go to let life be as it is,
To live as wished!
Without restricted limits inflicted.
In the letting go,
So much that isn't within reach...
Instantly becomes available to touch.
In the letting go,
There is such a thing called living.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caught By The Wind
My head hits the pillow
And my eyes begin to cut
The chains that have
Imprisoned me today
And finally as I fall
The gates of endless possibilities
Swing open and I disappear
I am caught by the wind
Whispering our secrets
We dance from tree to tree
And from limb to limb
Howling with joy
Suddenly the wind and I
Carry a raven on
Its midnight rendezvous
Frozen in mid flight
The raven plummets
The chains of tomorrow
Begin to form
As I crash land
Into my pillow
At the crack of dawn
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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