Watch Your Ass
somehow you must
graduate,
to the topmost layer
of unmindfulness,
do not be bothered by
the silence of others
they have their own
jigsaw puzzles
to put together to see
the whole picture
of their existence,
do not wait for their bother
rest assured
they are still your brothers
in this circles of
cycles
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jigsaw Puzzles
i am a piece of jigsaw
in a jigsaw puzzle
i fit snugly in the
bossoms of jigsaws
to carry my friends to you
i am blinded though
to the picture of it all
and is the puzzled
in the jigsaw that
you hold
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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He's Bothered Again!
Where are they?
Do they have him?
Will they know?
And troubled is he
Disturbed is he
Am I troubled?
How much bothered can his soul get?
Bothered about his own life
Bothered about bothering about his life
Bothered about wealth
Bothered about bothering about wealth
And weaker and weaker he is as the day go by
And worse still shall be his story
Because he is bothered about nature
And things in it
But he is never bothered about aiding nature
Or the things in it
Such person,
I am bothered about
Because he bothers to effect no change
And bothers that he hasn't effected a change
And why he did not effect any change
But not how he could effect such change
He also bothers about those who aren't bothered
He bothers for them
His stupidity is the source of their livelihood
He bothers why they do not bother
He bothers about those who effect changes
He bothers how long it took for such change
He bothers the risk taken
He never bothers how they do it
But he bothers if they were a bandit
And everyday, he keeps bothering
And knows not that he bothers his life
And his health
And his sanity
But those who bother aren't stupid
Except if they bother like he does
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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Brothers
Lets get to the point now
Just because weve got the same mum and dad
That dont mean im your keeper
That dont mean I owe anything to you
You dont care for me
And man I dont think that much of you
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
I dont approve of anything you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Cain and abel and me and you
You drove my car when we were young boys
And you tore it up too
You never paid to get it fixed
And you got me beat up a time or two
I know I should forgive and forget
But man I still hold a grudge against you
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
I dont approve of anything you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Cain and abel and me and you
It is as normal as it can be
This sibling rivalry
We should have dropped it at 22
But man I cant stand the things you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Youre always want something from me
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
It was so much fun having you in the family
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Now that were grown it aint helped nothin? at all
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
On my birthday, please dont bother to call
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, youre my brother brother brother
Brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, were brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, were brothers brothers brothers
Brothers brothers brothers
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Vultures
Say boys and girls dont you want to have fun
Why bother to walk when youd rather run
Why bother with books when youve got a gun
Come fly with me right into the sun
In another world, in another time
I can picture you and me together
If I close my eyes tight and think real hard
I can float lighter than a feather
If I try even harder who knows what I might find
Why maybe a pearl of wisdom
I would trade these pearls for a parcel of flesh
In flesh we were all invented
Is it time to play? said the ratboy to the ratgirl
Can we fly today, can we look here for some fresh kill
In concentric circles well carve up the sky
Looking for a big surprise
Fly like a vulture, fly like a vulture....
In another world, in another time
I can picture us a happy family
With our happy kids all flying all around
And leaving far behind the rat-race
Is it time to play? said the tortoise to the rabbit
Can we fly today, are we creatures all of habit
In concentric circles well carve up the sky
Waiting for a big surprise
Fly like a vulture, fly like a vulture...
Say boys and girls dont you want to have fun
Why bother to crawl when youd rather run
Why bother to walk when youd rather fly
Come join the party way up in the sky
Is it time to play? said the ratboy to the ratgirl
Can we fly today, can we look here for some fresh kill
In concentric circles well carve up the sky
Looking for a big surprise
Fly like a vulture, fly like a vulture...
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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The Mountain Of Malady
in the mountain of malady
the sharp fingernails of probity
on the hands of faith
dig the wells of whereto
time as usual is so patient
no stone is left unturned
layer by layer of fossilized moments
upturned and the quizzical look of
mercy continues to please
the stabs of light sometimes
hurt like murderous intent
but the quest has to continue
we all look for what is inside this
centuries of mysteries
time is cold. trees are felled.
it rains all night. the winds are angry.
at the bottom of it all beyond the thick layer
of lust and desire,
pain and betrayal, shame and fall?
what did you really find?
chunks of golden silence. platinum gaze.
diamond existence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Less emphasis on inventories, I think, may tend to dampen business cycles, because business cycles are typically in the grasp of inventory cycles and heavy industry cycles.
quote by Paul A. Volcker
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Do You See My Truths? .....
naked shall you see me
dressed in twilight
do you see the truth in me now?
you are wrong
for my thoughts are still covered thickly
and each letter
still tries to conceal what my words
shall try to speak
everyday i write the words
the poems that you read
do you claim to see the truths in me now?
you are wrong again
for what i am still belongs to those
unspoken
and in my silence i shower you
with its emptiness
do you see my truths now?
you are wrong again
my silence does not speak everything
there is still the hush of the wind
the chimes of wood and metal
this silence runs and does not stop
and you flag it
and talk to it
do you hear my truths? do you see them now?
you are wrong again
for i have buried all of them in their niches
when you open each
you will find no door
when you go over the windows
you will see what truths might still be there
those dried petals of a rose
those letters with words faded like sunsets
those broken pieces of porcelain and glass
those jigsaw puzzles still
unfilled
those chains with missing links
those buttons that do not fit
do you see my truths now?
i agree, on those dusts, they have now become yours
visible to the caution of
your heart.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The realised soul
hidden in bits and pieces
it works like a jigsaw puzzle
you meet, you see, you go
from here, there without
knowing the real picture
until one day you suddenly
realise the proding at your heart
- waves that crest to leave a
smooth surface you could write
all your dreams
the ultimate jigsaw that helps
make a picture whole
a life wholesome
and as you leave the island
the wind teases and smiles
with you as if in celebration of
having found a good company
with a realised soul
the sky beckons with rich azure blue,
while from the sea golden fingers
in haste try to write out verses that rush
from your heart waves in quest of land
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Silence
I sit alone in my room in silence
I wait for you all day in silence
I walk an empty street in silence
What happend to the noises I used to hear?
I lie on my bed in silence
I wait for the sun to rise in silence
I look for you in the stars in silence
Why did you leave me here?
Hey everyone. I thought I might try a different style of writing. Tell me if you like it or not! =D thanks
poem by Lisa French
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Seeing a Clearer Me
layer by layer
i peel so that
like a glass
you can view me
crystal clear as a virgin river
a polished diamond
decades of
practice for those
seasoned fingers
to strike at her core
to bring out those few
beethoven scores
he tuned up the world for
a great watch maker
filing his cog to tighten time
the precision of mind
to keep a universal lie at bay
verse by verse
layer by layer
i peel to get to
the sheen the almighty
laid hidden in me
layer by layer
i peel off the world
to see a clearer me
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Graduate
Can I graduate
Can I graduate
Can I look in faces that I meet
Can I get my punk ass off the street
Ive been living on for so long
Can I graduate
To the bastard talking down to me
Your whipping boy calamity
Cross your fingers, Im going to knock it all down
Can I graduate
Echo fading we cant let go
She goes walking by in slow mo
Sell your heart out for a buck
Go on fade out before I get stuck
Talking to somebody like you
Do you live the days you go through
Will this song live on long after we do
Can I graduate
Can I look in faces that I meet
Can I get my punk ass off the street
Wont die on the vine I want to knock it all down
Can I graduate
Echo fading, candle blow
Did you flash out long ago
Cross my fingers, I dont know
Someone poked you down below
Can I graduate
Can I graduate
Can I graduate
Can I graduate
Can I graduate
Can I get my punk ass off the street
Can I look in faces that I meet
Im not waiting here for you to die
Will this song live on long after we do
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Could You Picture Life?
Could you picture life?
Could you picture life?
Misty morning with birds singing melodies,
Could you picture life in the clouds,
The Morning star,
The comets,
The ufos,
The foolishness in racism,
Could you see CNN,
The crimes and the bursting that we play everyday,
The religious crimes,
Could you picture the negation in man?
That we die everyday is sin,
Could you picture?
Love is worth the New World Understanding,
Picture my eyes and see that we all be crying,
My brothers and sisters are dyeing and suffocating,
Picture the New World,
Where the True Understanding will dwell in our heart,
Could you picture?
You and I are no different,
We same creatures that creep for Bread,
Could you picture?
No man better than other,
Could you picture?
The credibility of Human Trust.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Until Sunrise
“A Soldier Tales”
I stand upon this field a watchman
over my brothers who now lay at rest.
And until sunrise here I’ll stand.
Sleep my dear brothers;
Dream pleasantly with
no fear. For I will stand watch
over you all like an angel sent
from heaven. Until sunrise.
Now as the night wind whistles
I hear each of your voices in the
breeze, Each of you my dear
brothers thanking me; for watching
over you all until the sunrise.
But my dear brothers’ rest, for you need
not thank me. In fact I should be thanking you
for you are asleep now, so that I and many
others can be awake. So rest your heads in
your graves knowing that you all did not die in
vane, and until God calls me to my final resting
place. I’ll be your watchman my brothers.
Until Sunrise.
Once I Saw My Nature!
Once I saw the light that glows
my existence.
I don't need these mortal eyes! Once I touched the deepest layer
of my existence,
I no more want even the
topmost heaven, even if it
exists! Once I breathed the airless
breath,
I no longer wish to breath this
polluted air! Once I smelt that fragrance of
odourless perfume of self, I no
longer like this nose.. Once I touched the heart of all
hearts,
I no longer wish to listen this
heart beat! Once I touch the toothless
wonder, I don't need these skin
and flesh! Once I heard That sboundless
music, I don't need this ears to
listen to any music! Once I found what is death, I
don't want live anymore Once I become one with truth I
don't need any words describing
it! Once I met with the beloved I
need no separation Oonce I felt that love I became
love and need it anymore.. Once I am one with my beloved I
am free of desires and aims Once I am bathed in by devine
nectar with grace,
I don't need live for anyone
except that divine.. I am here as guest and before I
close my drama here, wish to
thank all actors, who made my
drama super hit!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Walking Around in Circles
Arguing about nothing, talking our way in circles, can’t help but wonder if you’re ever gunna catch on to my hints. Cuz I keep thinking, thinking how I might tell you, how I could.
Can’t help but wonder what I mean….cuz when you’re walking around in circles, talking as if tomorrow and today are magically intertwined then why bother with the rest? After all I wouldn’t really mind, if we skipped straight to the part where all the stars aligned, skipped straight to the part where we could just be alright.
Call me a romantic in fact, call me what you will but I’d rather be a hopeless romantic than just another girl swallowing another bitter pill.
poem by Alyssa Lynn
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Melting With The Shadows Of The Trees
one tells me
i have only a few months to live.
will it bother me?
i only tell myself
everything is a possibility
dying is certain, so what's the heck?
i don't have any baggage
to carry,
neither do i have so many things to hide
or keep
and worry about them
as to who shall have them
she is worried about me
do i have emotions? am i numb as a rock?
i tell her, i am a cliff
i look beyond the sea,
i am a friend of the wind
i have a grasp of heaven
to live is not really to just live
it is also
by essence to think beyond living
to know that everything here is just
part of the total picture
a bit of a pixel
that there are still missing pieces of
this jigsaw puzzle
it is like
packing nothing
walking barefoot on the grassy hill
passing a river
and walking some mountains
it is like
walking in the dark
and melt
with the shadows of the trees.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why
Why do I bother?
When I can’t see your faint smile on the screen
When I can’t spare your ridiculous faith in green
When I can’t share your favorite sun set beam
When I can’t picture your virtual dream
Why do I care?
When you are not linger on my mind
When you are nowhere to be find
When you are drown in your wine
When you are not longer mine
I don’t bother when I care
I don’t care when I bother
It’s the vice-versa glare
We always having in wonder
As I always ask ‘why? ’
When it’s come to ‘thy’
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Corn Circles
Corn circles
Appearing all over the land
Corn circles
Appearing all over the land
Nobody knows where they come from
Nobody understands
Corn circles
Mysterious symbols in the fields
Corn circles
Mysterious symbols in the fields
No one knows - are they phony
Or maybe are they real?
Corn circles!
Corn circles!
Corn circles
Is somebody playing a trick?
Corn circles
Pixies, witches, hoaxers
Take your pick
Throw a few theories out there
See what sticks!
Corn circles!
Corn circles!
Corn circles
Patterns in the gold
Corn circles
Pretty patterns in the gold
Like something out of the future
Or something very old
Corn circles!
Corn circles!
song performed by by Waterboys
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Silence of Rumi
I read Rumi several times
And every time I went through
the same sincere silence
That unites the human with the divine
Silence of Rumi as though
Is the silence Sublime—
The heart of all sounds!
I dove deep down that silence,
A child’s wonder of sort
Why do I start my poems with words?
When they end only with silence!
His silence is deep
Deep as the existence at the bottom of the ocean
Deep as the calmness of a wise man
And yet he is in conversation
With the silence
And through it, time and again
His silence is the silence of a flute
Empty, easy and melodious
It turns separation into liberation
Oh what a joy—Rumi’s silence!
His silence is an invitation
To join the journey of the soul
A sweet beacon to lose yourself
In the Self of existence
And yet it is conversational
You can toy with it safely
Who can turn his back
Having heard Rumi’s silence
In its sincerity
In its entirety
Who can escape from Rumi’s silence
Having been there for a moment
Who can not hear his silence
Having heard it with the thumps of his heart
Oh love! Go and meet this evening
Silence of Rumi in its serenity
Of heavens
This must be the highest
Of souls
This is the highest!
poem by Bhaswat Chakraborty
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A New Pastime
Acrostic
Jaded and bored all the day through
Idle moments were making him blue.
Given the inclination and a forthright decision
Some suitable hobby may solve his ambition
A jigsaw puzzle could bring much joy
Wonderful for an art-loving boy.
Positive thinking and he was away.
Upholstery could wait till another day.
Zest and interest, no-one could deny
Zeal and enthusiasm hit the sky...
Lo and behold ~ the puzzle's complete
Exemplary picture of an old English Street.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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