Waiting For Someone
you arrive too early on the tryst
a room with a number that you do not tell to anyone
thirty minutes
you have already brushed your teeth
and taken a bath and sprayed musk oil perfume
all over your body
your heart beats
desire and you pretend the love is here
you turn off your cell phone
you do not want to be disturbed on this hour of the day
on this tryst
you hear something coming near your door
you peep at the hole if
fulfillment has come
it is just this gray cat looking perhaps for its fish.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tryst That Never Was
you hold the map to my feelings
i put there the markers of my joys
some lines lead to an island
where desire thrives like a flower
there is enough rain and air
love breathes and lust sprouts
we agree on a date
when the moon wanes to give us
the fertility of the darkest night
to give birth to a hundred stars
i waited for the last cycle of the sun
the heat scorches me and when you arrive
on the day of the tryst agreed by our hearts
you will find the dust of my feet the sighs of my songs
the imagination of the flowing river
and the grassy bed, fragile light, firefly flame
these matters of the heart
they all go away like the flicker of the mind
the tryst that never was
that faint flint fledgling foam on the night water
what was it? where did it go?
how shall i ever know?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Longing
The lilacs blossom at the door,
The early rose
Whispers a promise to her buds,
And they unclose.
There is a perfume everywhere,
A breath of song,
A sense of some divine return
For waiting long.
Who knows but some imprisoned joy
From bondage breaks,—
Some exiled and enchanted hope
From dreams awakes?
Who knows but you are coming back
To comfort me
For all the languor and the pain,
Persephone?
O come! For one brief spring return,
Love's tryst to keep;
Then let me share the Stygian fruit,
The wintry sleep!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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Going Down
Dawn sings in the garden
Phone sings in the hall
This boys dead from two days life
Resurrected by the call
Penny here weve got to come
So come on round to me
Theres so much penny lying here
To touch, taste and tease
Ring a ding ding ding Im going down
Im coming round
Pennys place her crummy room
Her dansette crackles to jimis tune
I dont care I taste ambre solaire
Her neck her thighs her lips her hair
Ring a ding ding ding Im going down
Im coming around
All thoughts of sleep desert me
There is no time
Thirty minutes brings me round to her number nine
Yeah she looks like a painting
Jackson pollocks number five
Come into the forest and taste the trees
The sun starts shining and Im hard to please
Ring a ding ding ding Im going down
Im coming around
All thoughts of sleep desert me
There is no time
Thirty minutes brings me round to her number nine
To look down on the clouds
You dont need to fly
Ive never flown in a plane
Ill live until I die
song performed by by Stone Roses
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Cell Phone Mania
Cell phones to the right,
Cell phones to the left,
Cell phones, cell phones,
everywhere I look.
Red alert, stop! Listen,
shut up and drive,
shut up and read,
Cell phones, why so many.
Everyone talking,
cell phones in cars,
cell phones in bars,
eating places, cell phones.
There you can't escape
from them, you say
to yourself, the restroom,
no one would dare
use cell phone in there,
oh no, I hear someone,
talking to me, I answer them,
oh, sorry sir, did not know you
were on cell phone.
Oh, so many,
shut up, and walk.
Do away with cell phones,
and it would be like,
the crash of '29'.
People need cell phones,
sometimes their nice,
to have, but so many,
cell phones, might
as well join them
if you can't lick 'em,
join them.
Cell phone, cell phone
now how do I use this
thing, oh cell phone, cell phone,
Hello, Hello, oh that's
you mert.
wrote 1-19-07
One Morning
Because that I am weak, my love, and ill,
I cannot follow the impatient feet
Of my desire, but sit and watch the beat
Of the unpitying pendulum fulfill
The hour appointed for the air to thrill
And brighten at your coming. O my sweet,
The tale of moments is at last complete
The tryst is broken on the gusty hill!
O lady, faithful-footed, loyal-eyed,
The long leagues silence me; yet doubt me not;
Think rather that the clock and sun have lied
And all too early, you have sought the spot.
For lo! despair has darkened all the light,
And till I see your face it still is night.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Shorty
Intro]
Shorties everywhere
Bounce, bounce
Uh huh, now bounce, bounce
Come on, uh huh
Come on shorty
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce for me)
That's right, come on
I met her at a naughty show
I'm thinking 'bout felacio
But, but you gotta hit me, oh
Didn't think she would though
Got home and had a voice mail
It's her, like butter for real
Left the number to her cell
Sayin' when I'll be free, give her a yell
Never knew you'd be the one for me
Never knew all the things you done, done for me
Who'd have known you'd have a son for me
Just gotta let you know
Shorty
You can have my box number, cell number
Fax number, mamma number
Call me
I'll be right there
Always baby, cuz you want me
Phone me
I will never hurt you
Never leave you, I'll always want you
Shorty
You know you're like my homey
Cuz you're my shorty
She the type that go outside, house shoes
Weave undone, and still look good, son
Type to fight at the club
When a nigga' tryin' to mug
Cuz it's how she show her love
Type that go through your pants pockets when you sleep
Check your pager when it beep
Tryin' to catch you on the creep
She'll wash your clothes, cook your food
Watch the kids, love at the same time
I'm so glad she's mine
I knew you were the one for me
I know my playa days were done for me
Shorty girl, you're really something
And I just wanna let you know, oh
Shorty
You can have my box number, cell number
Fax number, mamma number
Call me
I'll be right there
Always baby, cuz you want me
Phone me
I will never hurt you
Never leave you, I'll always want you
Shorty
You know you're like my homey
Cuz you're my shorty
Shorty gotta let you know
How much you mean to me
I'll never let you go
Never, never, never
Shorty, shorty
You've always been down for me
(Always been down for me)
Always been down for me
So anything you'll ever need
(Anything you'll ever need)
Oh (Let me know)
Shorty (Shorty)
Shorty (Shorty)
Shorty
You can have my box number, cell number
Fax number, mamma number
Call me
I'll be right there
Always baby, cuz you want me
Phone me
I will never hurt you
Never leave you, I'll always want you
Shorty
You know you're like my homey
Cuz you're my shorty
Come on now shorty
Bounce, bounce, bounce
If ya love your shorty
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Come on now shorties
Bounce, bounce, bounce
If ya love your shorties
Bounce, bounce
Come on now shorty
Bounce, bounce, bounce
If ya love your shorty
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Come on now shorties
Bounce, bounce, bounce
If ya love your shorties
Bounce, bounce
Shorty
You can have my box number, cell number
Fax number, mamma number
Call me
I'll be right there
Always baby, cuz you want me
Phone me
I will never hurt you
Never leave you, I'll always want you
Shorty
You know you're like my homey
Cuz you're my shorty
Shorty
song performed by by Next
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Love Sonnet 66: After You Step Outside, And Close The Door
After you step outside, and close the door,
To leave this room, starkly in grey and black,
The question asked, as pending on the floor,
Is whether when or if you will be back;
This tryst adjourns in friendship, love unsaid,
Afraid to be exposed to pillory,
Abuse of privilege would have it paid,
To win in such a Pyrrhic victory;
Someday, if you would close the door again,
While coming in to cast the past away,
You will not be required then to explain,
Why, after all, you have chosen to stay;
……Bridges behind you will not come to burn,
……My iron gates have not yet learned to spurn.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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A monologue on 'nothing in particular
Well you know,
It always begins like this
'The day starts'
Half an hour early for me
Clocks set hour an hour early
The day begins
Well morning starts
With a break of sunlight
Flooding through the cracks
In the blinds
In summer it is always much earlier
Than the pre set time on the alarm clock
Which is primed to go off
Half an hour earlier
Inevitably
The light wakes me at sunrise
Which often occurs around five o'clock
Like some cruel trick
I am woken exactly an hour or is it half an hour
Before my alarm clock goes off, half an hour earlier?
Which is set to go off half an hour early
But that never happens in the summer
The lie in ends up a sleep over
In winter this is a different matter again
With no light
So there I am at five in the morning
exactly or, approximately the time
The sun is meant to set
[bar a second or to or maybe a minute
behind or ahead of prediction]
There I am WIDE AWAKE
No lie in
No chance of sleeping
Again
Exept at the WRONG TIME!
Then I recover
Five minutes behind schedule
pull the blind
make a cup of tea
giving myself exactly
thirty minutes
Before drinking it
to get ready for work
Flossing does not happen until
A much later time
There is a ten minute interval
For toast and tea
And tidying away
My watch is set five minutes ahead
Or maybe three minutes
I leave on time
In time for the bus that leaves
Two minutes early
The next one arrives ten minutes late
The driver
Has donated his brain to medical science
Thirty years prior to his death
Give or take a couple of hours or minutes
He slips into a slow coma behind the steering wheel
The world is in slow motion
Catatonia eclipses the traffic
I am now on time
To be late
despite all my carefully timed efforts
Now that was just the beginning of the morning
yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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After Having Written Poems Late At Night...
I see her turning off the light
on the table. I can see gray.
I hear her
folding the books and
crumpling the papers
perhaps her drafts
of a letter or
a composition.
I see her stand, leave the chair and the table,
and i hear the closing of the door.
everything turns dark.
i imagine her lying in bed
she closes her eyes
i know that the light inside the room
is open.
as usual the TV is on with no one watching.
i just know it. It is a habit
and it has become a practice and that
when i follow, i must be felt
when i turn off the light
and when i turn off the TV.
I know she is awake.
But i do not mind
we all pretend we are alive and that
we want to sleep.
we fall on the same mistake.
we sleep always late, and we do not talk about it.
i put my hands around her body.
she tilts her body and finds her own direction towards the path to
her own dreams
not mine.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Pretend I Do Not Know You
in darkness
as we tryst upon
cold hearts
rubbing our skins
to warm the night
there is too much
of us in here
in familiarity,
to cure this
loneliness, i,
must pretend
that i do not know
you not to hurt you
as you pretend too
that you have nothing
to do with this
escapade of the
hearts fed up
with love
inhibited.
i like in fact
a kiss without
a name.
it is exciting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bath room song
The girl was
Singing open
Door
Bath room...
Song is
Very nice...
Take the bath
That youg girl
Very pice....
Bath room
For song...
Not for girl...
With out door bath room
Only...
The girl was wonder
Song of body
Singing too bath...
Water was look and feel
Very nice...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Tonight, Tonight, Another Love Another Promise
i have given you the key to my room
but despite that
i have decided to leave the door open
despite the danger
that thieves instead of you my secret love
shall come in...
there will be fears that sooner i may fall asleep
without you
but the anticipation is greater
the beating of my heart even louder
than the sounds of the rain and the croaking of the
twenty frogs combined
tonight yes tonight my love
shall be another tryst with you
i am waiting
naked to the truth of my being
that love is not confined
within the chains of
fidelity that love's essence is its variety
a multiplicity of desire
a showering rain of affections
a flood of kindness and sharing
unhindered by any code
of marriage
unbound by the chains of
the cruelty of the law...
tonight my love
i shall live another nine lives
in the heat of your embrace.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Having a bath
Lovely bubbles thick and creamy,
Water deep and room all steamy,
World shut out and I'm all dreamy,
Guess what? I'm having a bath.
Door is locked, I'm on my own,
Don't need T.V. or telephone,
I lie there like a block of stone,
I'm happy, having a bath.
Wash my hair and scrub my toes,
Scratch my back and rub my nose,
Think of things that I propose
To do... after my bath.
Then I hear the sound of thunder
As it seems, when my head's under,
It's just a dream, a mental blunder,
I'm only having a bath!
Melting in my bed of blue,
While outside there's a great 'to-do'
The family's queueing for the loo!
... An hour's too long for a bath.
Written Sept 1994
poem by John Carter Brown
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The Door I Open To Close
The door I open to close behind me,
Would be less routine...
If I knew,
You'd be awaiting in a room...
To greet me like you use to do.
With a barrage of pent up sentiments.
The door I open to close behind me,
Welcomes me with a peaceful silence...
I did not always find,
When remembering those times...
I wondered where you were,
And that disturbed me.
Today,
When I open that same door to close...
After missing you,
And going through those adjustments we made...
I think of us not having enough trust,
And so willing to give up.
When all I wanted was just five minutes...
To myself.
And you could never understand why.
The door I open to close behind me,
Would be less routine...
If I knew,
You'd be awaiting in a room...
To greet me like you use to do.
Sometimes now I wish,
I had given you ten minutes.
Since that's all you wanted from me to listen.
I'm all ears now,
Wanting to hear your voice!
But you made a choice to leave.
And I can not blame you for choosing to.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time
Who knows about the future? Who knows what we'll find?
What good and bad things are in store by chance or design?
What can be done today to alter the future's course?
If truth be known you alone rule effects of its force.
Today at work or play only the present exists.
A wise world has no room for a past-present-future tryst.
Each future hour, joyful or dour, will never arrive.
The future will be the future as long as you're alive
The past is gone forever never to steal today's times,
Unless could-have-been memories commit awful crimes.
So love and live each instant of each and every day.
You have so little time as each moment passes away.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Hot and Cold
Love would not be as hot
if women were not as cool.
Their guilt walks between
hot and cool.
In a tryst, hot recedes into
saliva and womanly sweat.
Hot can penetrate into the cool,
with undying ember.
In the tryst, woman beams
to subdue the guilt.
Cool always muses about the hot.
Hot never subsides until
The guilt takes the back seat.
A welcome sign for woman.
26.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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As I Wait For For You
and then our minds met at a point
of convergence
i waited for you in a room without a number
a place without a name
a space where only us know what & how to fill
i am naked
you want the whole truth and so i am naked
in this room without a number, a place without a name
a space, where only our self-manifested emptiness know how & what to fill
when you arrive do not call my name
be so soft and gentle with your feet
do not even say your name as
i have also left my name somewhere else
and it is only i who knows it
i lose my identity
that is how i want to spend my short moment with you
i am naked
i only have my face, my skin and my flesh my bones my whole body
not my soul
do not knock
just push the door
it is left open throughout the nights of my waiting
i have intended it that way
so when you arrive and i am still asleep with my dreams and desires
of you
do not disturb the silence and sweetness of my sleep
just whisper your desire for love so sweet to my ears
touch the surfaces of my skin and caress with your soft fingers the smooth lines of my face
place your head just beside my tight chest
for there you shall hear the sounds of all my desires
and then my love we begin the sharing of our hidden truths
we shall dance in our nakedness
we shall make love real
we shall open the shutters of this closed window
we let the slits of light from outside the night get inside us and put some
warmth on the empty pores of our skins
we bring light to the darkness of our lives
we put fire to those eyes that refuse to close and die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Close The Door
cos I'm the one who knows everyone bar ber que lungs
none of you know what I'm thinking
who on earth would believe a word that you say
your disturbed in a strange facinated way
your disturbed, I think your disturbed
I've told you once
to switch all the lights off
you never believe that
stay near the windowthe window
phone me at 3 or 4
close the door (1, 2, 3, 4)
phone me at 3 or 4
time for the math test
I come over to you, at your chair you face up
I reply politely stare back
back
I'm so backward
I almost forgot
why I'm sitting
song performed by by Idlewild
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Men, the waves
The sea waves meet the shore.
The waves ebb; the shore stays ashore.
He, the wave, meets her, the shore.
The waves carry the carcass of the tryst.
The shore buries the debris of the tryst.
Man sticks to the past, woman to the future.
13.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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til My Heart Beats Down Your Door
Hey you should know by now Im gonna take you down
Cant keep me out forever cause now Im back around
Put up your best defense Ive made up my mind
I aint like the other Im gonna make you mine
Im gonna keep on knockin knockin like before
til my heart beats down your door
Im gonna keep on comin comin back for more
til my heart til my heart beats down your door
Baby you know you love me
So why do you pretend
When I could make you happy if you just let me in
Well I remember better days with you by my side
Ill keep you warm forever
And if it takes all night
Im gonna keep on knockin knockin like before
til my heart beats down your door
Im gonna keep on comin comin back for more
til my heart til my heart beats down your door
song performed by by Europe
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