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When We Shall Meet Again

i have storms within my head
some thoughts are flown away and i am left with this usual emptiness
that scares me no more

must i tell you about it? i won't
i know that you too have tornadoes inside your guts
and i may prolong it with my own agonies

to each his own, to suffer and then to be redeemed again
by the strength of our silence

when the calm day comes when we all walk with dignities intact
perhaps we shall meet each other with a smile

we sit upon a chair beside a round table facing the far horizon
and we tell ourselves, 'oh we have traveled this far
and we know we are still doing well'

and then we sip our hot coffees and partake with our cookies
over a very cold evening.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Table And The Chair

Said the Table to the Chair,
'You can hardly be aware
How I suffer from the heat,
And from chilblains on my feet!
If we took a little walk,
We might have a little talk!
Pray let us take the air!'
Said the Table to the Chair.

Said the Chair unto the Table,
'Now you know we are not able!
How foolishly you talk,
When you know we cannot walk!'
Said the Table with a sigh,
'It can do no harm to try;
I've as many legs as you;
Why can't we walk on two?'

So they both went slowly down,
And walked about the town
With a cheerful bumpy sound,
As they toddled round and round.
And everybody cried,
As they hastened to their side,
'See! the Table and the Chair
Have come out to take the air!'

But, in going down an alley
To a castle in the valley,
They completely lost their way,
And wandered all the day
Till, to see them safely back,
They paid a Ducky-quack,
And a Beetle, and a Mouse,
Who took them to their house.

Then they whispered to each other,
'O delightful little brother!
What a lovely walk we've taken!
Let us dine on Beans and Bacon!'
So the Ducky and the leetle
Browny-Mousy and the Beetle
Dined, and danced upon their heads
Till they toddled to their beds.

poem by Edward Lear
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A Rock Garden

in my present garden
i put rocks and pebbles
some sands
added dusts

they ask what do i grow
in there?

i put a chair and sit there
alone

barefoot i put my hands
in the open

i gaze
feeling like the sun
to some
planets

the stones as i walk
for a while
grate
as though they have
teeth

then back to where i sit
they begin
to grow silence

silence is a lotus
it is a pond too where
a dragonfly is
hovering

there is this stillness of a
little universe
the space is emptiness
of imaginary
stars

there is no moon here
no one is lost

there are no leaves
no pretensions of stems and calyx

the stones are faceless
like everyone that i meet in the mall

the rocks stand like gods
unchanged unaffected by the chaos of
my thoughts

i gaze
transfer my eyes to those that remain
intact

immutable hardness
fixed situations

they only sound when you take a walk
they do not rearrange things here
for they are heavy
and always
unchanged, unaffected
steady, firm

lifeless, unfeeling
stubborn, solid,

tonight darkness sleeps with them
its coldness seeps in every stone

lifelessly
always unaffected, unfeeling

and much as i wanted to stay
i can't

i have life out there
a door to open again and again...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Dont Want To Be Alone

(reba mcentire)
My nerves are shot, the coffees cold.
Wish that I could be so bold as to
Walk right up to you and say what I think.
I dont now what you think
Of me. and I know everyone can see Im crazy
About you and always will be.
Wheres womens lib when you need it the most.
Or was it mama who said
Youre not suppose to flaunt yourself like that
As if theres no in between.
Or maybe its not that Im afraid, its just that the last move I made
Embarrased me to death and made me want to hide.
So if youve ever been embarrassed before meet me half way
And Ill know for sure. at least
Well still be friends if I mess up again.
Cause it aint easy meeting
Someone new. especially when that someone is you.
It aint easy by being by yourself. its no fun to be alone,
And I dont want to be alone.
Cause it aint easy meeting someone new.
Especially when that someone is
You. it aint easy by being by yourself. its no fun to be alone,
And I dont want to be alone.
My nerves are shot, the coffees cold.
Wish that I could be so bold as to walk
Right up to you and say what I think.

song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Cold Air

alone you
sit on a chair
facing the
orange horizon
and then
you feel
this cold air
on your nape

greet her
she is here
touch her
she is forever

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Cold Cup Of Coffee...

must i know now the
significance of a coffee getting cold
after it is being served
on my table?
how do i not notice time passing?
like a breeze from the sea
because i have been preoccupied
looking at the horizon
anticipating the glory of the
sunrise that
i am waiting for most of my time
having spent
nights on isolated veranda
away from friends
and relatives?

a cold coffee now
that i regret having asked
and just like the rest of
my other coffees
it shall remain as it is

coffee on its brim
returned
untouched.....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Memory Of Love

I came upon a house so bare.
I knew there could be no one there.
I wished to enter so I knocked.
No one answered. The door was locked.
I saw a window through which I peered
and saw it looked just as I feared,
lonely, deserted, cold and musty
cobwebs hanging, everything dusty.

The need to go inside
was an urgency I could not hide.
Should I break the door or shatter the pane?
Encouragement came when I felt the rain.
I entered slowly and looked around
amazed and astounded at what I found.
Every room was empty but for one,
a bedroom with chair facing towards sun.

Beside the chair was a frame
holding the picture of a girl with no name.
Curiosity got the best of me
so I turned it over and I did see
her name scribbled hastily.
'Janette, my love I give to you
this picture I love to sit and view.'
and then I placed it back.

The house was no longer cold to me
for it housed a loving memory.
I left it right beside the chair
as if the lover still was there.
Upon leaving the bedroom I closed the door
so it would stay as it was before.
My intrusion on this private place
as I exited left a smile on my face.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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When Tornadoes Take Over The World

When tornadoes take over the world
There'll be no time for fretting
No fussing or complaining anymore
When tornadoes take over the world
You won't have your folks
To blame for all the stuff that's your fault
Your freinds will be swirling
Right above your disembodied head
When tornadoes take over the world
All the things in the fridge
That fell on the floor
Will dissapear
And all of your neighbors
Will be waving their flashlights at your house
Your friends will be swirling
Right above your disembodied head
When tornadoes take over the world.

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Autumn in the Northerm Hemisphere, Spring in the South..

It’s autumn here: the leaves fall brown,
the nights are cold and frosty,
the days are shorter and shorter,
there’s snow on the way…

is autumn asking you to be sad?
Go take a walk: fill your lungs with air –
isn’t that good? Don’t you feel the air
singing of everything that nature needs
to keep things going the whole year round?

Llisten as you walk
to all that goes on in silence;
secret movements pretending to be stillness:
the trees are making plans for Spring,
the plants, the flowers too; the earth
is bubbling secretly with thoughts of Spring..

If on an autumn walk
a Persian poet met a Japanese poet
they might write
a Persian haiku:

This autumn evening
my mind is full of endings;
trees smile as they plan.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Walkaway

Theres a river of tears I need to cry.
Been holding back for years.
Theres a mountain so high I need to climb.
To wipe away the fears.
Solitude and loneliness
Have been a friend of mine.
As Im turning my back on emptiness.
I leave them all behind.
Who knows
Just where Im going.
Does tomorrow belong to me.
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway
I could never forget how hard I tried.
When we were oh so young.
Just one tender moment I cannot find.
Well maybe I had none.
Strength will be by my side.
Although I feel afraid.
But I know its too late for this goodbye.
Theres nothing left to say.
Who knows
Just where Im going.
Does tomorrow belong to me.
Walk away this time with my head held high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway this time.
One day youll realise
That the tears you saw in my eyes.
Will be there forever.
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway
Just walkaway
And just walkaway
(repeat to fade)

song performed by by Geri Halliwell
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Suffer In Silence

You say I must leave the past behind
abandon those dreams within my mind
forget all those things we'd left unsaid
circling like vultures in my head
that leave me with silence.

To blow out my torches in the night
just lay down my arms and end the fight
to pick up my heart now from the floor
remove all those chains, unlock that door
to end all this silence.

They say I should move to pastures new
remove all these thoughts I have of you
replace them with new found love instead
presume all those memories good as dead
then fill up this silence.

But what of this tender love inside
that never before felt need to hide
from critical eyes that judge my pain
should only this broken heart remain
to join you in silence.

I know that your thoughts are well inclined
you think that my destiny is blind
that all hope of love lies with your plan
I'd rather continue if I can
to suffer in silence.

poem by Neil Graham Marsden
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Dizzy

And outside...the sky is falling
We were dodging raindrops, staying dry
And inside, I never gave a damn bout those outside people anyway
And it hurt me, they dont even know I am
And inside...theres no labels
And inside, I try I try I try, try to clear my head
And outside...the rain is drying
And inside, were dying
Cause in here, Im staring at the rings my coffee cup has made on the table
And in here, I know I know I know, that this is as good as it gets
And in time I want to be the one that talks about the other hand
They want you now, count the cracks on the wall
Until its time to lay my head
And inside...Im playing with shadows
And inside, I know I know I know, that I feel this way all day...all day
And outside, theres hope for trying, and inside Im dying
You walk before me, and lord knows I cant follow
You walk behind me and I dont think I can lead
You walk around me, please dont walk around me cause you know how dizzy I get

song performed by by Matchbox 20
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Time Does Not Make Me Notice

been away
and been busy
the usual answer
to any inquiry

this time
i sit upon a chair
facing the sea
on the porch of the
old house
that papa left me
when he died
five years ago

the bamboo
on the side facing
the big mountains
has grown tall
and its leaves
are outreaching
the trees

i feel so small
like a sparrow
and i feel the
wings unfurling
feathers on my
sides

i have long
wished for this:

flying away from here
and not coming back

now it is a reality.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Walk Away

There's a river of tears i need to cry
Been holding back for years
There's a mountain so high i need to climb
To wipe away the fears
Solitude and loneliness have been a friend of mine
As i'm turning my back on emptiness
I leave them all behind

Who knows just where i'm going
Does tomorrow belong to me

[Chorus:]
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself
Walk away with pride
Nothing left to hide
But it just feels right to be one
And just walk away

I could never forget how hard I tried
When we were oh so young
Just one tender moment I cannot find
Maybe I had none

Strength will be by my side
Although I feel afraid
But I know it's too late for this goodbye
There's nothing left to say

Who knows just where I'm going
Does tomorrow belong to me

[Chorus]

Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself
Walk away with pride
Nothing left to hide
But it just feels right to be one
And just walk away this time
One day you'll realise
That the tears you saw in my eyes
Won't be there forever

[Chorus to fade]

song performed by by Geri Halliwell from Schizophonic
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Beyond the Horizon!

Every Day there are some same things that go on
Monday to Friday, Busy as a bee from Morning to Noon
Noon to Evening work is in progress, time moves on
No time for all the friends wanting to meet you soon

Just slow down a bit, take a walk on grassy ground
See the flowers, people and trees that you never knew
Look at the beautiful smiles that are floating around
Everything makes you smile, you feel calm and anew

As you are way too busy and occupied with work everyday
Holiday means spending time with your family and friends
Relaxing and Enjoying is how you spend Saturday and Sunday
Mostly, routines to holidays is just one journey that never ends

Life is truly all about gazing at the Horizon
For none knows what lies Beyond the Horizon.

poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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A Walk on the Snow

It feels cold inside
when people cannot break the stillness
when human tongues revolve
around cars, TV and food
when the painful silence
is deep deep in the human heart.

I walk out of this coldness inside
away from the comforts and heating
installations in the house
away from the speed and heat of a car.

I simply walk on the field
looking at the vast space of emptiness
treading on the snow,
the snow that has
covered the grasses.

It gives me a deep sense of joy
that the walk to turn away
from coldness inside
becomes a walk with the Lord.
I walk with God on the snow.

Cars pass me by
Houses stand in the stillness
of their comforts.

I continue walking until
my exposed ears, hands and feet ache.
I walk with God on the snow
and I understand why people
fear the cold.

The Lord himself walks with me
on the snow and on the cold inside me
on the snow that covers the gound
on the snow that hurts and frightens.

But such a time of journeying
with God on the snow
becomes a cleansing and a healing
just as from the ground
the green will be reborn in spring.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Walk of a stream (from the mad man's song)

A few drops of ink were trying to flow out into a blend of black and white...
A few waves of music were trying to reach to their strings, , ,
to write and sing of emptiness, a little mine and a little yours...
In what is no longer, seeking a place I walk and then I meet mine...
In your flight you try to make a litlle of the sky yours..
then you meet thine....
A few drops of ink dried..
A few wings of failed flight...
Thus of our emptiness we wrote and sang...

Life has often told to me its strange tales..
Sometimes it has called me by my name..
sometimes it has made me meet my soul...
One day though it walked in and halted my travel of the day..
So there I had to stay...
I realised only on nightfall just above was moon to appear
So was I made to stay...
life has often told to me its strange tales...

When someday you would realise after time has but gone away long,
that you should not have departed, and then decide to return
to the place you left....
You may not find me waiting for you, , ,
Deep beneath the bosom of the sands of desert
walks a stream...
seeking the thirst of the wanderer
and in a oasis they meet...
Longer the thirst has traveled with the wanderer,
stronger shall be the bliss of the meeting...
We shall someday meet, some day other..........
A rainbow is neither lost nor formed...
Its that some day seven colors meet and they are indigo, ,
other day just seven strangers....

When into sunset, evening plays its flute, , ,
and shadows of memories past and dreams of times to come
start to hide and seek among the woods of your heart....
fall in love with the way the sun welcomes the night
For the route to red petals walk through the charm of thorns...
and if unpricked you were to walk
You would reach but faded rose, dead with time...
Melody may be the music of the ocean, sea or river bear...
distance may be the dreams of the water of their...
Drops but must love the walk of a stream...

poem by Aman Saa
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Voices Of The Night : The Light Of Stars

The night is come, but not too soon;
And sinking silently,
All silently, the little moon
Drops down behind the sky.

There is no light in earth or heaven
But the cold light of stars;
And the first watch of night is given
To the red planet Mars.

Is it the tender star of love?
The star of love and dreams?
O no! from that blue tent above,
A hero's armor gleams.

And earnest thoughts within me rise,
When I behold afar,
Suspended in the evening skies,
The shield of that red star.

O star of strength! I see thee stand
And smile upon my pain;
Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand,
And I am strong again.

Within my breast there is no light
But the cold light of stars;
I give the first watch of the night
To the red planet Mars.

The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
And calm, and self-possessed.

And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art,
That readest this brief psalm,
As one by one thy hopes depart,
Be resolute and calm.

O fear not in a world like this,
And thou shalt know erelong,
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Light of Stars, The