What Do We Do To Aldo Kraas?
i have poured
a bucket of cold water
to wake him up
so he can finish
his poems
that we love
to see
in full
whole
he didn't
he holds us in super suspense
our feet could have danced
all night
our hands could have touched
the world in so much
thrills and freshness
but he didn't
he caught us suspended
frozen and
almost dead to extinction
what do we do to Aldo
to finish the poems
we want to read?
i am afraid
hot waters cannot
make him finish
what ought to be
i am afraid no one
can
because Aldo is Aldo
and just like me
Ric is Ric
that is how it goes
without saying
let them be
let me be
the freedom to be
unfinished
the freedom to be
finished
and perhaps be praised
or just be scorned
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oh That's Right You're Just Another Girl
i like the echo of the narrow mountain:
Oh! that's right
You're just another girl
That loves to show of And to feel important at the same time
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Oh! that's right
You're just another girl
You're just another girl
You're just another girl
You're just another girl
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Truth I Like Aldo
i truth i like aldo
does this man exists?
that was the question
thrown by him to me
and he answered
such questions well
enough
he has a dimple
on his chin
grey curly hair
on his head
tall, not so dark,
smiling,
a not so big
tummy,
always with a coat
but without a tie
beside his
another older
friend
advocating
against
child abuse
at least,
that is the picture
he sent me once
nice man
on some
unfinished poems
that i love
to finish
so here we are
on this poetry
we love each
poem after poem
the next question
is
smartazz unloved
who loves us?
will you william?
shine on the siennes?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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i understand Aldo
i understand Aldo
he is talking about a certain
cynthia buhain who thinks that he is a bogus poet
imitating others
art imitating life
aldo imitating other people's words
which, out of sheer fun, i also do,
but cynthia is new,
and Aldo must also try to understand
like God
Aldo must extend the hands of compassion
the witch may live in the Philippines
if Aldo believes it so...
meantime, Aldo my friend
outstanding poet at PH
let us keep PH 7
not 14 not 1
cool man, be neutral, be cool,
there is no storm, there is no malice
let us keep being first rated mockingbirds
on top of the roof
on top of our voices
let us keep mocking!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Too, Like An Unfinished Poem
an unfinished poem sounds like
an incomplete sentence
sometimes just a predicate without a subject
like love unrequited
a verb without a noun
an adjective so misplaced that
it calls for an adverb
it is more like a mouth
that opens but says only some syllables
though you as the reader
understands what the poet
wants to stress and mean and accentuate
for some parts of the poem are meant
not to be finished sometimes
in fact, they are meant to be concealed
and well covered like a bikini
to your.........or the prohibited love
you still keep in your........
or the memories that hurt you and are meant
to be unsaid.......you still want her not to
know..........
i, too, like an unfinished poem
like the sketch of your secret love many, many years ago,
once when you were young
the face is unfinished, you have not drawn the eyes
of that love so profuse that no canvass could ever contain
you still like this love unfinished, who knows
the ripe time comes and both of you
will finish
the unfinished love poem soon......
or some poems cannot ever be finished
because the words to complete them still
do not exist
or they are simply missing,
too lost like you,
they are not there yet to a feeling so new
so fragile and so indescribable.....
so rare........
and i, really, like it that way the poem
unfinishes itself
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life's End
Then life was a wonderful happiness,
If its commencement was fulfilled by soceity,
If its finish was not of unhappiness
And the ending was its finish,
The very same as Fate.
One loved the purpose of existing on the World
As we were thrust headlong into peril of work
Yet made a finish.
The perils are to demand a finish,
and leave us with splendour,
To find Height at the Heaven.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lil Aldo
Lill aldo
Would never be a sunshine boy in the Toronto Sun
Poor lill Aldo
Because he is out of shape and also too fat to be the sunshine boy
Also the Toronto Sun would never hired him
Lill aldo
Will never be a model either
Because to be a model you would have to starve yourself and be also like An amorexic
But the truth is that it is dreadful to look at it
Because that would make anybody ill just by looking at it
Lill Aldo
Is better to be a poet
Because he can be his own boss
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Lill Aldo
Lill aldo
Would never be a sunshine boy in the Toronto Sun
Poor lill Aldo
Because he is out of shape and also too fat to be the sunshine boy
Also the Toronto Sun would never hired him
Lill aldo
Will never be a model either
Because to be a model you would have to starve yourself and be also like An amorexic
But the truth is that it is dreadful to look at it
Because that would make anybody ill just by looking at it
Lill Aldo
Is better to be a poet
Because he can be his own boss
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Copied Titles/duplicated By Aldo Kraas Part Ii
Title stealer and copier
When will you learn Originality?
You are worst than a habitual lier
With your habit of duplicity!
Grow up in your literary woes
Shed off that weak inadequacy
Your constant copying just shows
A writer marked by hypocrisy
-
POEM / AUTHOR........................................... ...............COPIED TITLE/
AUTHOR
'April' by Ency Bearis 'April Song' by Kraas
'Freedom' by N. Ahmad 'Freedom Song' by Kraas
'Lies Cover Up' by C. Buhain 'I Covered Up My Lies'
by Aldo Kraas
'Her Final Reason' by sky dreams 'My Final Reason'.
by Aldo Kraas
'The Hand of Man' by Matt Mooney 'The Hand of The Woman'
by Aldo Kraas
'A Love Yet Forgotten' by Kelli Garner 'A Forgotten Love'
by Aldo Kraas
'The Catchers of Dreams' by K. Garner 'The Catchers of My Dreams
by Aldo Kraas
'Open' by Donell Dempsey 'Open' by Aldo Kraas (same
Day)
'he's gone again' by Adriana O'Connor 'She's Gone Again' by
Aldo Kraas
'Come Away' by Nicole Dotzenrod 'Come Away Clean' by
Aldo Kraas
'My Last Breath' by Sharayna Elridge 'Trying To Catch My Last
Breath' _Kraas
'A Nocturne for Sinners' by Edwina Reizer 'A Sonata for Sinners'
by A.Kraas
'Goodbye' by hated failure 'Goodbye Song' by Aldo
Kraas
'Take A Moment' by C.Buhain 'Take A Moment Song'
by Aldo Kraas
'The Unreturning' by William Owen 'She Will Not Return'
by Aldo Kraas
'What's Wrong With Me' by Jessica Primavera 'What's Wrong With Us' by Aldo Kraas
'How Empty Should I Feel' by Vee Bee
'How Empty I Am' by Aldo Kraas
'Hi Mom' by Arissa H.Castro
'Hi Mom Song' by Aldo Kraas
'A Moment in Time' by Weeping Willow
'A Moment in My Time ' by Aldo Kraas
'Making Excuses' by Amanda Austin
'You Are Making Excuses' by Aldo Kraas
'Dead' by William Levy
'Who is Dead? ' by Kraas
'God in Trance' by Abhishek Bundela
'People in Trance' - Kraas
'Beauty' by moshin amin khan
'Beauty Song' by Kraas
*(sa me day postings after authors posted their poems/titles)
The pattern shows titles are changed a little by adding 'song' or changing some pronouns like 'he' to 'she' or adding 'my')
Genuine writers have respect for the Art of Poetry and respect for
their fellow writers, and DUPLICATING OR COPYING TITLES and posting them on the same day that these authors post their work, is worst than STEALING and show a really low type of character. Those who practice this deception are only fooling themselves and display their lack of maturity and their irresponsibility. Shame on you!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Read This All Writers! ! ! ! ! !
Title stealer and copier
When will you learn originality?
You are worst than a habitual lier
With your habit of duplicity!
Grow up in your literary woes
Shed off that weak inadequacy
Your constant copying just shows
A writer marked by hypocrisy
-
POEM / AUTHOR........................................... ...............COPIED TITLE/
AUTHOR
'April' by Ency Bearis 'April Song' by Kraas
'Freedom' by N. Ahmad 'Freedom Song' by Kraas
'Lies Cover Up' by C. Buhain 'I Covered Up My Lies'
by Aldo Kraas
'Her Final Reason' by sky dreams 'My Final Reason'.
by Aldo Kraas
'The Hand of Man' by Matt Mooney 'The Hand of The Woman'
by Aldo Kraas
'A Love Yet Forgotten' by Kelli Garner 'A Forgotten Love'
by Aldo Kraas
'The Catchers of Dreams' by K. Garner 'The Catchers of My Dreams
by Aldo Kraas
'Open' by Donell Dempsey 'Open' by Aldo Kraas (same
Day)
'he's gone again' by Adriana O'Connor 'She's Gone Again' by
Aldo Kraas
'Come Away' by Nicole Dotzenrod 'Come Away Clean' by
Aldo Kraas
'My Last Breath' by Sharayna Elridge 'Trying To Catch My Last
Breath' _Kraas
'A Nocturne for Sinners' by Edwina Reizer 'A Sonata for Sinners'
by A.Kraas
'Goodbye' by hated failure 'Goodbye Song' by Aldo
Kraas
'Take A Moment' by C.Buhain 'Take A Moment Song'
by Aldo Kraas
'The Unreturning' by William Owen 'She Will Not Return' by
Aldo Kraas
*(same day postings after authors posted their poems/titles)
The pattern shows titles are changed a little by adding 'song' or changing some pronouns like 'he' to 'she' or adding 'my')
Genuine writers have respect for the Art of Poetry and respect for
their fellow writers, and DUPLICATING OR COPYING TITLES and posting them on the same day that these authors post their work, is worst than STEALING and show a really low type of character. Those who practice this deception are only fooling themselves and display their lack of maturity and their irresponsibility. Shame on you!
March 31,2010
Cynthia Buhain Baello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Musing on mortality
Musing on mortality.
Though we all start on equal terms
Your life experience will affirm.
All finish up as food for worms.
Some will win whilst others lose
We have no choice we can’t refuse
All finish up as food for worms.
Although we strive to stay alive
By any means we can contrive.
All finish up as food for worms
Some settle for cremation
An act of desperation.
All finish up as food for worms
Although the ashes are broadcast
They mingle with the soil at last.
All finish up as food for worms
That is the way it’s meant to be.
There is no doubt eventually.
All finish up as food for worms
The only true equality
Is found within the cemetery
ALL FINISH UP AS FOOD FOR WORMS.
SUNDAY,11 DECEMBER 2011
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Want Freedom
I want freedom in this world
I want freedom in my life
I want freedom in speach
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Pass On Calls
When the cock is truly booted out over snows
It croaks, pass on the calls, so did the cock
The down graded window of the eyes's sores
Retake the push, sliding on a running nose
The flue shaped its nose of rose garden
Phone calls, doubles it upon the Idol burden
And gummed it just the ears of the blood
And said, finish the old, the owed debt of abroad
Finish oops! Finish and furnish the gotten sense
The cock startled, the king had said
The school warrior on the anthill
It didn't learn that lesson point blank
It drowned along time ago, its lung full of water
It ended, the click at heart in springs
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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Finish What You Started
(m. malamet/a. roboff/a. lang/d. lambert)
So, near yet so far
Thats how it is
Oh, thats how you are
What more can I do?
These walls wont let me get through
But if I know you, you will
Chorus:
Finish what you started
Youll come back to me
I know its gonna feel, baby
Like it used to be
So finish what you started
I will wait for you
I know where I stand
A fool for your love
Oh, thats what I am
Im losin control
Youre down too deep in my soul
To let you go, wont ya
(repeat chorus)
Im standing here shakin
Wonderin if you let me in
Oh, dont watch my heart breakin
Knowing what we could have been
What more can I do?
Your heart just wont let me through
But if I know you (finish what you started)
And I think I know you, baby (finish what you started)
And you can really show me if
You finish what you started
Youll come back to me
I know its gonna feel, baby
Like it used to be
So finish what you started
I will wait for you
I will wait for you (ahh)
Finish what you started
Im gonna wait for you
Finish what you started
Dont you keep me waitin (ohhh)
Finish what you started (ohhh)
Finish what you started
Youll come back to me
I know its gonna feel baby
Like it used to be
So finish what you started
I will wait for you
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Hello My Daughter Song
Hello my daughter
You have grown so fast
And you will always be daddy's girl
Yes I know still living at home for now
Until you finish you university
And have a job
But then you will have your own place
Hello mydaughter
You have my eyes
And you look more like your mother than me
Believe me there is nothing wrong with it
Hello my daughter
And always remember that I love you very much
poem by Aldo Kraas
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All These Poems About Poems
All these poems about poems
Where do they lead?
The world is so rich in so many other things
Write poems about them.
At twilight I look out
At strangers walking
To do their errands of preparation
for Sukkot.
A poem should have some Beauty in it
And not just be an effort at recording observations-
The scarlet bright flowers rage at me from the distance
I cannot translate their Beauty to words -
There is so much I have seen
And so much I will never write –
And so many Poems beyond my Imagination.
All these poems about my failing at poetry
And about translating the Beauty of the world to words-
This is a poem I not know how to properly finish.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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That Is For......my Eyes Are Closed
1
this is for
The soldier who died today
in your unfinished poem
God has heard all
His sighs.
2
Unfinished poems
Are miraculous
They make God
Hear us
They make us
Think.
they make us
write
our own to finish our own
to fill our own
emptiness
3
He is great
He is good
He is wise
He is omnipresent
He is omnipotent
He is compassionate
He is Love
He is grand
He is the Answer
He is peace
4
Let us have vodka
For a drink
The people here are poor
Let us have rice wine instead.
5
Let not the other half of
The darkness that you see
Create the eclipse of your
Light, let the other half that
You claim you own
shine some more
6
I am watching with my ears
Wide open,
because my eyes are
Closed from the beginning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vexation
S
Always the same with anger against us,
War for freedom sounds insane.
Torture ended
And began with a vengeance,
War and freedom became the same.
J
War and freedom is not the same girl
Where did you get that sill rot?
War is when cruel words are spoken
Love is when cruel words are not
S
But hate is always thrown against us,
With war and freedom cast the same
Hard to see
Where one war ended,
Clear when freedom began to wane.
J
Freedom didn’t wane my dear
Look around at the way we are
It’s a do as you like world now I fear
Freedom’s moved so very far
S
But freedom has lost its very nature
Its do as your told, not do as you like
We all follow
And the tyranny holds us,
Freedom to war has taken flight
J
This world has fallen victim friend
To the youth who have turned it rotten
Forget the wars and look for the cause
Of a generation long forgotten
S
It's not our youth, or those long past
Ripping freedom from it's nature,
It's our fault
And we must end it,
No need to have a fascist future.
J
If all the world could debate like this
If communication did still exist
Then all would have an equal stand
For there’s still enough love
In our great land
By Sandra Osborne and Janice M Pickett
From their
Collection of poems entitled
‘The Pendulum Swings’
poem by Sandra Osborne
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Do What You Are Supposed To Do
do what you are supposed to do
no matter what
like is not the key
in understanding true duty
finish the work
and do it well like mama's
best daughter
and then submit
all that you have to offer
when this burden is over
go back to your room
and write
those unfinished lines
of the best poems
of your life
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Know You By Heart
Everybody wants to find a love
Somebody, somebody who will always care
We get locked up in our own worlds
With feelings and secrets were afraid to share
But all I have to do is see you smile
And maybe, just maybe if I brush your hand
Something happens I cannot explain
And somehow, oh somehow I can understand
I, I think youre gonna find
Gonna find you
Gonna find you
Im reading your mind
I know you by heart
And youre so much a part of me
I know you by heart, yes I do
Its no wonder I can love you the way that I do
I can finish any sentence you start
I know you, I know you by heart
I know everytime youre gonna call
I pick up the phone before it ever rings
And when you need some lovin Ill be there
Beside you anticipating everything
Oh its like I always said
Youre the one I want
All I want is you
Im inside your head
I know you by heart
Girl, youre so much a part of me
I know you by heart, yes I do
Its no wonder I can love you the way that I do
I can finish any sentence you start
I know you, I know you by heart
Its no wonder I can love you the way that I do
I can finish any sentence you start
I know you, I know you by heart
I know you by heart
And youre so much a part of me
I know you by heart, I know you, I know you, I know you
Its no wonder I can love you the way that I do
I can finish any sentence you start
I know you, I know you by
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Unfinished
Schubert’s hands have grown cold
Their mission unfulfilled
His symphony unfinished
His voice forever stilled.
Some notes were left behind him
A partly finished score
Two terrific movements
Left orphaned ever more.
Those who’ve made the effort
To finish out the piece
Have only met frustration
Channeling the deceased
His symphony was like his life-
The interrupted kind
Both haunted by a melody
Unfinished in the mind
by Robert J. McCullagh
poem by John F. McCullagh
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