vivaldi on Two Mandolins
as it starts to rain
on the greenfields
of this rural town
the frogs are busy
dancing on the pond
without their tutus
seemingly the
synchronized
swimmers are
not yet ready
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Greenfields
(The Brothers Four)
Once there were greenfields...kissed by the sun
Once there were valleys...where rivers used to run
Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above
Once they were part of an everlasting love
We were the lovers who strolled through greenfields
Greenfields are gone now...parched by the sun
Gone from the valleys...where rivers used to run
Gone with the cold wind that swept in to my heart
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart
Where are the greenfields that we...used to roam?
I'll never know what made you run away
How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day?
I only know there's nothing here for me
Nothing in this wide world is now left for me to see
But I keep on waiting...until you return
I keep on waiting until the day you learn
You can't be happy when your heart's on the roam
You can't be happy until you bring it home
Home to the greenfields...and me once again
song performed by by Faith No More
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Greenfields
(frank dycus/shawn camp)
Greenfields backed by blue skies
bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder do you feel the way I feel
When you see greenfields
Sometimes, oh, I wish you were still mine
And Id go back in time and Ill always find
You in greenfields and youre layin by my side
And love was real and I could taste it
On these lips of mine in
Greenfields backed by blue skies
bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder do you feel the way I feel
When you see greenfields
When I see cotton candy clouds up in heaven
I close my eyes and then we drift away
And Im loving you and holding on forever
There in your arms where I used to lay in
Greenfields backed by blue skies
bout as blue as your two true blue eyes
And I wonder do you feel the way I feel
In greenfields
song performed by by Gary Allan
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The Sound Of The Rain
do not mislead me with the
point-of-view of the frog
you croak and you say this
is how something beautiful
sounds, how ugliness feigns
i tell you i like the rain and
the frog likes it too, i am
one of those frogs bathing
and jumping on the pond,
but do not mislead me with
your sound, it does not sound
like the hush of the wind,
it has no color of the moon,
i am one of the frogs of this
pond, but i do not wish to
sound like you: i am in love
with the sound of the rain,
and this is the one that makes
me stay. It is not you, your
sound is not gentle, it is
rough like the skin of the
teething toad. I love the
rain, the way it sounds,
and that is enough
for my suffering.
Dripping.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Made Us
Their motors will purr into the night; what an infernal atrocity
To the beds the children stay in a state of brumal sleep
Deceived by reality’s hold; they rest into the break of day
Into the break of day their motors will purr
Upon the urban and rural they pour, devouring hopeful thoughts
Their movements shuffle to the pace, of the faintest of the hearts ticking
Steady they stop for the readying engagement; a droning mist seems to rest
A droning mist seems to rest upon the urban and rural
Hushingly so the children stretch, ready for a life of unintended living
Scarlet eyes bore into their heads, signaling the sign for extermination
Descend they do into the doors with weapons to the children’s heads
With weapons to their heads the children stretch their arms
Synchronized are their screams, synchronized the weapons fire
So their motors will purr into the night, what an infernal atrocity
To the beds the children stay in a state of brumal sleep
So that droning mist will forever rest; upon those children’s pillows
poem by Brooklyn Joy
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Warm Rain Showers
The rain seems to come
at the right time when the day
is cool, the wind is clam
and the rain is gentle
when touching the soft skin of your arms
Catching the first dropp of rain
on your nose while
twisting yourself into a circle
as the rest of the rain
starts to flow down onto the grass
Dancing, singing, a nd playing
in the rain whren nothing
else seems to matter
Taking in the sweet, clean air
of the nature around you
never wanting it to go away
poem by To Those Who Wonder What Life Is About
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Dancing The Night Away
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
So you want to believe
Everything that you read
And you think that youre makin the grade
(and) just when youre getting it made
Youre still in love with her
Shed love you to kiss her
Hopin youll miss her
By takin your mind off the load
Just when youre ready to go
You turn your back on her
You just got your mind on the things ahead
At last youre gonna be free
Youll only miss her
Just after you kiss her
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
So you turn on the smiles
cause you think of the time
And nobody knows who you are
You dont think youll get very far
I dont even know your name
At last they accept you
In case you go next year
And ask you to reach for the sky
And just when youre ready to die
They turn their back on you
So they put you on ice
In survival hotel
And wish you would die from the cold
When all you want is a night alone
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Dancing, and the song you sing
Dancing, every move you make
Dancing, makes my body go
Dancing, right across the floor
Dancing
Dancing
Dancing
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Early Morning Scenario
the frogs are singing
gratitude for the heavy rain last night
the pond has ripples
some fish jump with joy
the trees are tall and fresh
the rainbow appears
the grasses are still filled with dew
disturbed by a little bird that flew
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Busy
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the old woman needs help
to find her way home.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the dove is too slow
to fly out of the way.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the children crossing the street
are too many.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy....
I am busy
you are busy
we are...
busy.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Arms And Bones
Arms are dug forever, armies of winter,
Winter is upon us like the guns of power;
Almost a lost person enters the arena,
To make blessings on us from the angels.
Attractive senses are lying on the surface,
Animals of the rain wander in this body colour,
With bodices of fur, and skin and rain,
Like swimmers of the muddy rivers.
Reason is a lie, reason is not ready for me,
Loathing the bones of stretching kind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Two Frogs
two frogs
agree to take shelter
on a lone leaf
under a heavy rain
they swear
to croak together
after a storm
they swear
to always live
and love
together
what is perfect
is just between them
on a very small pond
just fit for the two
of them
and they both
live happily ever after
and then
the tadpoles
come
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ready For The Rain
Early in the morning, before the daylight
I hear the sound of thunder, comin through in the night
I lie awake and I wonder , where my life is goin
Am I on a road leadin nowhere, theres no way of knowin
cause Ive seen the lightning
And Im ready for the rain to fall
Now Im standin on a mountain, lookin into the sky
I see the clouds come rollin in, water fills my eyes
I dont know whats in the future, no one can say
Dont wanna think about the past, Ive gotta live for today
cause Ive seen the lightnin now
I need to find my own way, while Ive still got time
And Im ready for the rain to fall
cause Ive heard the thunder
And Im ready for the rain to fall
Im ready, ready for the rain
Ive got to rise above it all
And get ready for the rain to fall
Did you ever know someone, who had lost their way
Built their own little kingdom, and just blew it all away
Im not ashamed to admit it, that someone was me
Im gonna look to the future now, cause Ive set myself free
And Ive seen the lightnin
Im gonna set myself free, while Ive still got time
Get ready for the rain to fall
cause Ive heard the thunder
And Im ready for the rain to fall
Im ready, ready for the rain
Ive got to rise above it all
And get ready for the rain to fall, while Ive still got time....
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Foreigner
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People don't understand rural America. Sixteen percent of our population is rural, but 40 percent of our military is rural. I don't believe that's because of a lack of opportunity in rural America. I believe that's because if you grow up in rural America, you know you can't just keep taking from the land. You've got to give something back.
quote by Tom Vilsack
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Dancing In The Moonlight
Walking in the rain far away from nowhere.
No more noise, just silence and the music thats in my brain.
Walking through the night, a different atmosphere.
No more noise, just silence and the sound thats in my ear.
Im just dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Walking down the hill listening to the trees.
No more noise, just silence and the raindrops on my shoes.
Walking down the beach sparkling lights on the water.
No more noise, just silence and by the way Im feeling free.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im just dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
song performed by by Scooter
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Do Not Give Poetry A Bad Name
The frogs should not have croaked a lot
when everyone is fast asleep
Aristophanes after all is right
These frogs should not live like the Clouds.
On the other hand
THe Philosophers should cling to being
Philosophers
Stay with the embrace of Reason and Not
Embrace the Strong Arms of Emotions
For Emotions belong to nothing but the
Realm of Poetry
aH! Lysistrata shall now wage her own
War against the Men
Claiming as she does
Her sole right to Eroticism
Honestly, i still love to hear the frogs croaking
In the Pond
I for the meantime loves to Keep
The Philosophers dwell in their Own
Cloud Point of view.
If Lysistrata obliges
One night with Her would be enough
After which, I shall work hard to
Give Poetry its Own Right Name.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Rain Song
Dewey bunnell, 197?
Found on heard.
When the rain comes down in the summer time
The leaves start dripping when the sun starts to shine
Oh, aint it a shame
Oh, I mean about the rain
When Im alone in my bed alright
I can hear the rain fight the night
Oh, aint it a shame
Oh, I mean about the rain
Rain, aint it a shame
Nobody likes it when the rain starts to spill
I never did and I never will
Like the rain
song performed by by America
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A Homecoming
Tanqui’s supreme conceit is its dread
Of withering grass in the month of the frogs
When rain, like fingers in the night, tread
The lesions gangrened on a hillock’s carrion,
Carcass of a season mourned
As the briefest of them all.
“The rain is on the hill, the dry pond
Is red with clay, the gods are back!
And so must I - shadow of a past long gone -
Weeping, running through these deserted streets,
Crouching now in mud pools of childhood fun
When songs were chanted as songs for the dance.
A dance for the grass! My limbs for the grass!
I must dance for Tanqui’s singed grass! ”
He dances hard, his body clean and gleaming,
But Tanqui’s rain is on the ashen hill.
Neither his dancing nor his lusty screaming
Will stop this dreaded withering.
Tanqui’s conceit is stranger still
When songs are sung not for her lads and lasses
But for this stranger who, dying, has come back
To dance for black grass, dance naked
For Tanqui’s withered pantheon grass.
June 2009
poem by Albert B. Casuga
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Fugue 1 / More Is More
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it pour
Well have one for the road, put the bolt on the door
Let it rain cats and dogs
Let it rain rats and snakes
But just bring us more grog
And another red steak
Let it rain, let it hail
Let it rain frogs and toads
Butt just bring us some ale, well have ten for the road
Let it blow, let it roar
Let it rain bats from hell
Wipe their arses and pluck em, well eat them as well
(did you hear about clyde who are ribs til he died
At a sign that said all you can eat for ten bob
When the doctors were done pumping out his insides
He went back the next morning to finish the job)
Let the skies turn to black
Let it rain kangaroos
But just give us tobacco and tucker and booze
So who cares about heaven
Or burning beneath
When were all busy digging our graves with our teeth
(did you hear about matt who fell into a vat
Well they say that he drowned but it took him a week
And they say that it wasnt as strange as all that
When you think that he kept getting out for a leak)
Let it rain, let it flood
Let em load up the ark
Bring us buckets of blood while they sink in the dark
Give em two vegetarians
And two of the poor
And two of the tossers who say less is more
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Busy Bodies
So you think that you have seen her
When youre lying in between her
And you tell me that you dont care
Busy bodies getting nowhere
Evrybodys getting meaner
Busy bodies
Caught in the concertina
You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youre ready for the merger
With the company youre part of
And you do the dirty business
With your latest sleeping partner
Youre becoming
Automatic
Busy bodies
Out playing with the traffic
You want attention
You try my patience
With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance
Busy bodies
Busy busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youve given your performance
Though the matinee was idle
And you find that a wave of her right hand
Could seem so tidal
Just a second
Satisfaction
Busy bodies
Temporarily out of action
You wash and brush up
You want to dress up
You want to kiss her
But shes busy with her makeup
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere (x6)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Protesting Frogs
frogs protesting
picketing
on polluted pond
not only in the
Philippines.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The City And The Town
this is what the city has to offer
neon lights, ambulance screams,
loud music, beer and ale,
a small room, a busy life,
a little sleep,
exquisite dinners,
late shows, gags, gigs.
but i have enough of all these,
i went to the little town
and have this wooden house,
beside a river, there are flowers
blooming and vegetable gardens,
and tranquil horizons,
a beautiful sunset
a brighter sunrise,
crustal clear rivers,
home fishing, and mountain treks,
and fresh smell of green grass,
and cool shades of trees,
mountain shadows,
full moons and singing birds
love calls, and fresh fruits
direct from the trees,
wild chickens, and
horses to ride and carabaos
to pasture, goats to feed
and turkey chases,
a very peaceful sleep at night
under the moon
lamp-lit room and some cicadas
in concert with the frogs
and crickets and worms
and then the rain
starts to fall
you hear the sweet hum
of the nearby river
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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