Weighing The Dolors From The Glories....
he got a measuring tape
and measured the length of possible regret
the volume of remorse
and the chapters of tragedy
all possibilities that his personality can
afford
all that conscience can buy
and he found out
that the amount of happiness obtainable is obviously
lesser compared to the risk of
isolation, the insomniac nights
the cost of psychiatric sessions
and the prescriptive drugs
the wide ocean of guilt and the storms of the raging furies
of myths
him against universe, the humanity,
how can he ever survive?
and so he stopped,
went back home, sat on the chair facing the window
half-open
his eyes are empty
his words are choking him
he is gagging
to the last scene that it was him that used the gun against himself
he did not do it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Duct Tape World
rice and beans,
in the slow pot...
morning hangs,
duct tape lives
in the balance....
eyes wide open,
looking both ways...
grab a smoke,
and a shovel....
join in!
wiping last night's love
from the corner of the eyes,
or maybe just memory,
and an empty chair....
long autumn day
on the path to deliverence....
rice and beans,
in a duct tape world!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Keep Listening Still
when our friends finally abandon us
we are still lucky
to have us: me myself and I,
NOW, there is no need to adjust
and chart what the other
needs
what amount of light must this room
have
what shape must the window be
half-open or wide open to see
the long stretch of the road beyond
this room
narrow and noisy with the other
when everything fails
do not ponder upon any loss or regret
how useless and faulty have you become
there is no use
the world moves on
the ship sails still
when made to choose between the joy of the crowd
when you cannot afford it
choose silence instead
purify the mind
live in the solitude of the soul
like a pond without a ripple
however, when a leaf falls (another metaphor for death
or failure)
welcome it
for such shall become your
wise company
listen to the duet
of leaf and water.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Own Worth
when you begin
to measure the length of my
worth
with a tape
or weigh me with
your own scales
or wrap me with your
cloth to asses the
volume of my being
when the numbers
come from your mouth
i begin to feel
the limitless bounds
of my incoming
protest
for you are just my peer
my co-equal
and here you are
measuring me by
your own
standards and i ask
the world:
who are you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Daddy's Not Coming Home
A siren had been a-blowing
I had heard it above the wind
And the sound of people running
On past my window pane
I took a look out of my window
There were people everywhere
But soon the streets, they were empty
And there was silence everywhere
My mother had been crying
I could see the teardrops in her eyes
And I reached out to comfort her
Then she tried to dry her eyes
She took me by the hand
We sat down so she could explain
That my daddy's not coming home, no never again
She said that there'd been an explosion
And she said that there wasn't much chance
Of my daddy coming on home
Oh my daddy's not coming home, coming home
He gave his life to keep us all warm
Through the raging winters, and the storms
Working all the hours that God had sent
So he could earn the money to pay our rent
But what a price to pay for a little coal
Two miles underground down in that hole
And what have you got at the end of it all
You're told, daddy's not coming home
No, your daddy's not coming home
Oh no, your daddy's not coming home, ever a-gain
poem by Vance Freeman
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Improvisations: Light And Snow: 07
The day opens with the brown light of snowfall
And past the window snowflakes fall and fall.
I sit in my chair all day and work and work
Measuring words against each other.
I open the piano and play a tune
But find it does not say what I feel,
I grow tired of measuring words against each other,
I grow tired of these four walls,
And I think of you, who write me that you have just had a daughter
And named her after your first sweetheart,
And you, who break your heart, far away,
In the confusion and savagery of a long war,
And you who, worn by the bitterness of winter,
Will soon go south.
The snowflakes fall almost straight in the brown light
Past my window,
And a sparrow finds refuge on my window-ledge.
This alone comes to me out of the world outside
As I measure word with word.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Where Is Your Faith?
I feel you drifting
Away from your dream
Something is missing
In the glow your eyes seen
I find you staring
Somewhere out the scene
Though I’m right beside you
You don’t notice me
So where is your faith?
Does it fade?
Under the shadow, cold and dark
You lost the path
So where is your heart?
Do you still have?
Chasing by regret, guilt and pride
You run your feet
I see you struggling
The cruel world facing
Sacrifice anything
Common is lying
You say it’s nothing
Only weakness showing
What happens to your soul?
What have you been?
So where is your faith?
Does it fade?
Under the shadow, cold and dark
You lost the path
So where is your heart?
Do you still have?
Chasing by regret, guilt and pride
You run your feet
I hear you crying
Inside your heart’s pain
It seems the time has stopped
The night rain approached
Even it’s hard to think
Even loneliness stings
Just don’t give up, my love
You still have me
So where is your faith?
Does it fade?
Under the shadow, cold and dark
You lost the path
So where is your heart?
Do you still have?
Chasing by regret, guilt and pride
You run your feet
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Hes Alive
The gates and doors were barred
And all the windows fastened down
I spent the night in sleeplessness
And rose at every sound
Half in hope of sorrow
And half in fear the day
Would find the soldiers breakin through
To drag us all away
And just before the sunrise
I heard something at the wall
The gate began to rattle
And a voice began to call
I hurried to the window
Looked down into the street
Expecting swords and torches
And the sound of soldiers feet
But there was no one there but mary
So I went down to let her in
John stood there beside me
As she told me where shed been
She said theyve moved him in the night
And none of us know where
The stones been rolled away
And now his body isnt there
We both ran towards the garden
Then john ran on ahead
We found the stone and empty tomb
Just the way that mary said
But the winding sheet they wrapped him in
Was just an empty shell
And how or where theyd taken him
Was more than I could tell
Oh something strange had happened there
Just what I did not know
John believed a miracle
But I just turned to go
Circumstance and speculation
Couldnt lift me very high
cause Id seen them crucify him
Then I saw him die
Back inside the house again
The guilt and anguish came
Everything Id promised him
Just added to my shame
When at last it came to choices
I denied I knew his name
And even if he was alive
It wouldnt be the same
But suddenly the air was filled
With a strange and sweet perfume
Light that came from everywhere
Drove shadows from the room
And jesus stood before me
With his arms held open wide
And I fell down on my knees
And I just clung to him and cried
Then he raised me to my feet
And as I looked into his eyes
The love was shining out from him
Like sunlight from the skies
Guilt in my confusion
Disappeared in sweet release
And every fear I ever had
Just melted into peace
Hes alive yes hes alive
Yes hes alive and Im forgiven
Heavens gates are open wide
Hes alive yes hes alive
Oh hes alive and Im forgiven
Heavens gates are open wide
Hes alive hes alive
Hallelujah hes alive
Hes alive and Im forgiven
Heavens gates are open wide
Hes alive hes alive hes alive
I believe it hes alive
Sweet jesus
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Angel Come Home
Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Now the puzzles laid out on my table
The pieces dont fit
I move from chair to chair
But that empty ones there where she used to sit
Im sitting here going out of my mind
cause shes gone away
She couldnt wait, now i
Im afraid its too late
Im waitin till my angel comes home
Its been hell bein here alone
Ill be in heaven when my angel comes home
Angel, angel come home
If you see her tell my angel come home
Oo oo oo angel come home
If you see her tell my angel to come home
Does she remember
That I cant forget
Does she know I regret
I never told her how i
I wanted to hold her
I just let her go
Lonely nights thinkin
Its starting to sink in
We had a way to go
Well grow closer together
By being apart
When my angel comes home
Its been hell bein here alone
God tell me, why has she flown
So far away
I pray she wont stay another day
Ill be in heaven when my angel comes home
Please come home
Angel, come home
If you see her tell my angel come home
Hoo ooo angel, come home
If you see her tell my angel to come home
Hey hey angel, come home
If you see her tell my angel to come home
Ho oo angel come home
If you see her tell my angel to come home
Hey angel come home
If you see her tell my angel to come home
If you see that girl my angel come home
Hey hey angel come home
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Our Survival
We shall survive distance.
We shall survive space.
But can we survive the loneliness
that we have to face?
We shall survive winter.
We shall survive spring.
But can we survive the guilt
of the wedding ring?
We shall survive long nights.
We shall survive days.
But can we survive the longings
that always and forever stays?
We shall survive suspicion.
We shall survive fear.
But can we survive living
without each other, dear?
We shall survive all of this
if we put our love first.
We shall survive hunger.
We shall survive thirst
only if this love is true.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A measuring jug is also vital when cooking rice, as this is always measured by volume rather than by weight.
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It is always sound business to take any obtainable net gain, at any cost and at any risk to the rest of the community.
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If You'd Only Love Me
I sit and I watch the sun go down
Seems I've lost what I thought my heart had found
It took one crazy night to take the moon and turn out it's light
Will it shine again?
Well it just might
If you'd only love me
(you're all that I need)
If you, if you would only love me
(you're all that I need)
If you'd forgive me now
with your love I'd get back the moon somehow
If you, if you would only love me
I dream, you're on the other riverside
You call you hold your arms out open wide
And I try to get to you, but the river is too wide
There's one way I could beat this raging tide
If you'd only love me
(you're all that I need)
If you, if you would only love me
(you're all that I need)
With the feeling inside, that our love could stand the tide
If you, if you would only love me
Without you I'm just half a man
Alone and I'm lost
I took you for granted, now I understand
So here I am, counting the cost
If you'd only love me
If you, if you would only love me
If you'd only love me
(if you love me, if you would only love me, you're all that I need)
If you, if you would only love me
(if you love me, if you'd only love me)
(you take the rain bring the sunshine again)
(Girl if you'd only love me, if you'd only love me)
If you, if you would only love me
(you'd be my world, I need no other girl)
*chorus to fade*
song performed by by 911
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Dog Trap
s/he got a new dog &
like many dogs before it,
it shed & it jumped up on the
sofa, the comfy chair in the
living room, etc.-
in regards to the prior dogs in
her/his life, s/he had
"suffered" the hair deposits,
the smell of dog, be it dry or
wet, and the rest of the
litany of petty problems
which dog owners will claim
when going to great lengths
to tame & beat their happy dog
into submission-
one day,
s/he came up with an idea
as to how to get the dog off the
chair & the sofa-
s/he got up early in the morning,
wrapped the chair in a sheet &
then subsequently wrapped that
sheet in electrical tape, masking
tape &
that really sticky gray duct tape,
all with the adhesive side facing up-
after the chair was engulfed in tape,
s/he left the house &
went to work.
low & behold,
when the once-frustrated dog owner
returned to her/his abode that evening,
there was a whimper coming from the
living room-
the dog, a shaggy dog whose resemblance
to a frayed towel
was uncanny,
had gotten itself stuck on the tape &
the pulling of its hair in the attempt to escape
the tape-engulfed chair,
was too much for the poor dog,
who had been undergoing the pain for
who knows how long-
the satisfied owner
talked conceitedly to the dog,
asking it what the problem was
(as if the poor dog had any idea what
this horrible human was babbling) &
then got down on her/his knees to
help the dog from the trap that had
worked out just the way the owner
suspected that it would,
because the dog never set foot on the
chair or the sofa again.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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I am not all that i am supposed to be
A cry a sigh a reason why
this world should be for me
No sanity, humanity
Can ever let me be
I close my eyes from troubled skies
Pretend I am elsewhere
But all around the folk I've found
Would rather I'm not there.
From days alone in mortgaged home
To Nights where sleep was lost
A price to pay for every day
It all comes down to cost.
The single tear then born from fear
Exposed your weaker side
A striking pose with runny nose
Your feelings you can't hide.
Confidence or on the fence
Our very soul at risk
No in-between for troubled teen
The punishment as brisk
So don't let bile turn people vile
Just be the friend you can
No medals earned for people spurned
Just love your fellow man.
poem by Dave James
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Welcome Home
I go outside to find the middle of nowhere
Everyone needs their own empty stage
Just like the sky with no beginning or ending
I like reading a book without a last page
Stop and turn around
And say it with your eyes closed
You don't need to welcome me home
Stop, turn around
Try looking with your eyes wide open
As we live our lives through a series of glances
And you smile without smiling for a whole another year
I think we need a little bit more understanding
I think the future is already here
So I won't ask you to
Stop and turn around
And say it with your eyes closed
You don't need to welcome me home
Stop, turn around
Try looking with your eyes wide open
Welcome home
Welcome home
song performed by by Idlewild
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Visiting Julie
Chocolates and cigarettes?
Julie says
as you sit in a chair
opposite her
in the rest room
of the hospital
in the psychiatric ward
I thought you'd prefer them
to flowers
you reply
yes
she says
flowers tend to lie
heavy in my gut
and she smiles
and you look at her there
with her dark hair
long but dishevelled
I haven't brushed my hair
or bathed yet
she says
seeing you look at her
but you can scrub my back
if you want
she says
watching you blush
best not
you say looking away
seeing out the window
a small garden
with summer flowers
but sensing
a slight movement
in your groin
at the mere thought
of her suggestion
how did you find me?
she asks
of all the hospitals
and all the wards
in this area
you managed to walk
into mine
she adds
you make me sound
like Bogart to Bacall
you say shyly
how about a drink later
down the road to the bar?
she says
You're permitted to drink
while on drugs?
you ask
studying her eyes
and her lips slightly parted
only cola
she says pulling a face
but at least it gets me
out of this place
for an hour or so
you look at her
a small stirring
still taking place
between your thighs
there's a small room
where they keep brooms
and brushes and such
where we can go
for a quickie
she says
looking at you
studiously
then breaking
into a laugh
at the sight
of your shocked face
some other time
you say
some other place
cigarette?
she asks
opening up
the pack you'd brought
you nod
and she hands you one
between her slim fingers
and you place it
between your lips
and she lights it
with a small red
plastic lighter
and you heave in
and feel the smoke
hit the back
of your throat
she inhales deep
and says
I prefer the ones
that make me float
and you see hollowness
open up in her
and her eyes
become wide open spaces
like cold winter skies.
poem by Terry Collett
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I was gagging on poetry
was gagging on poetry
And nothing could help:
I was gagging on poetry
So they let me lay my head
On Emily's desk
And her inkwell spilled.
I was gagging on poetry
And they covered me up
With Whitman's army blanket
On which I promptly threw up.
I was gagging on poetry
And the Poet Laureate
Sent me a get well bouquet
Of forget me knots.
I was gagging on poetry
And all my poems
Kept getting rejected
For Selective Service.
I was gagging on poetry
And they performed
The Heimlich maneuver
And up came
Twelve autobiographical
Sketches of poets
Thirteen anthologies
Three missing manuscripts
Two thesaurus books
One rhyming dictionary
And my good luck eraser.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Night, Nights Sleepless
Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
Thou you asked love to
lend some happiness
fate has gifted you
sadness for life
Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
all boats are gone
and flooded away
your loved ones pierced
you with dagger of lies
Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
now why are you smiling
whilst bleeding tears
your sun is set
before even rise
Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
there was just a hope
on a peck of straw
alas! it is also burnt
now ashes doth lies
Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
poem by Asif Baloch
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Lady, What Are You Doing With Your Life?
you gave up your career
in that busy city where you are what they call
a necessity
giving you importance, that feeling of being
needed
you have meaning, they gave you meaning
now, you have lost this
meaning,
you believed him when he said
i love you
and now the demands are many
you gave him your love, your life, you gave him
posterity, his kids, you gave him a home
a garden, a room where you make love
you sweat it out, this love you have for him
you learned to cook and sew and
entertain him and his kids
on the nights after you make love with him
you look at the ceiling your eyes wide open
refusing sleep you walk up and open the
door, you walk farther to open this window
looking for some stars
to light you to guide you
you are lost
in their dark space on a crowded universe
there is no more place for you
you have no face
and now, you realize this great loss
this misfortune
you are taking lunch with us
you talk the whole day
my wife shall help you find your way again
to yourself, take back the name that they
have stolen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: Trust in God Always
Oh, will my troubles be back very soon?
The possibilities are strong indeed!
Our trifles appear/ disappear like moon;
Our problems grow amidst our joys like weed.
Yet, there are many people worse than us,
Who cannot afford daily food or drink;
They seem to live as if under a curse;
Our woes are naught, compared to theirs- I think.
Whatever trials come in our life’s wake,
We shan’t forget the God of universe;
Let’s pray and put up for God’s sake;
No ill-feelings against God, should we nurse.
The God who guided thus far, won’t forsake!
He frees us from all hurdles in life’s wake.
9-18-2002
poem by John Celes
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