Wife...
she is the most important lady of the house
all the dogs that she is feeding well
come and meet her at the door
as she is showered by the hairs of
their wagging tails.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Arriving Home
those that love
me come and
embrace me at
the doorsteps
these dogs of
mine, their tails
give delights
wagging their
barks are so
sweet to the ears
of a man arriving
home at last.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unconditional Love
Dogs are one kind
of friend to have,
memories of them
we share in our hearts
faithful and true are they
dogs show devotion
like no other,
no matter how we
treat them, they
return unconditional love
when were down,
and in the dumps
a friend in deed
we do have,
no one to talk with,
wagging tails, we get
alone and blue
dogs by ourside, very true
down at their level
on the floor,
kisses wet
do we get
no friend is greater
than one who gives,
unconditional love.
The Woods
The trees flow around me
The cool air whips my face
The green of the tree
I have left no trace
I see my dogs running with pure adrenaline
The peace of the woods along no trail
The pure happiness of my dogs
The fast wagging tails
I find a nice tree
The urge to sit down hits me
I watch my dogs and I watch the tree that is thin
It is time for me to think, find what’s within
I need to start over
It’s time to end this persona
My true self always running
It is time to show my true self, a new beginning
poem by Aaron Burr
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Move It On Over
Came in last night at half past ten
That baby of mine wouldnt let me in
So move it on over (move it on over)
Move it on over (move it on over)
Move over little dog cause the big dogs moving in
Shes changed the lock on my front door
My door key dont fit no more
So get it on over (move it on over)
Scoot it on over (move it on over)
Move over skinny dog cause the fat dogs moving in
This dog house here is mighty small
But its better than no house at all
So ease it on over (move it on over)
Drag it on over (move it on over)
Move over old dog cause a new dogs moving in
She told me not to play around
But I done let the deal go down
So pack it on over (move it on over)
Tote it on over (move it on over)
Move over nice dog cause a mad dogs moving in
She warned me once, she warned me twice
But I dont take no ones advice
So scratch it on over (move it on over)
Shake it on over (move it on over)
Move over short dog cause the tall dogs moving in
Shell crawl back to me on her knees
Ill be busy scratching fleas
So slide it on over (move it on over)
Sneak it on over (move it on over)
Move over good dog cause a mad dogs moving in
Remember pup, before you whine
That sides yours and this sides mine
So shove it on over (move it on over)
Sweep it on over (move it on over)
Move over cold dog cause a hot dogs moving in
song performed by by Hank Williams
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5. The Dog Barked Mommy
as the door opened in the morning
the dog ran out to see the one
by her smell he knew she had come
entering through the half open door
she and the doogy hugged eachother
like a mother to meet her adorable child
the dog jumped, licked and danced around
making merry for having her back in house
proudly she stood patting the little doggy
calling herself his proud little mommy
the love they filled in the room i still can visualize
how loyal are dogs over men
loyalty is not in men's dictionary
how lucky the lady she was
to have a child of dog to love her much
although stabbed by her lover
yet playing mother to her beloved doggy
poem by Laila Khan
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Happiness
after a hard day's work
you keep all things in order
pack up your things
and close the cabinets
make some notes
for tomorrow's work again
you pass by the bakery
buy some cookies
enough for the little money
you save for the day
you walk you way towards home
and there they are
meeting you
by the door in your little house
waiting
your dogs
with tails swaying
hugging your legs
eating your bread.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At Home With Our Dogs
four dogs since the latest one
died hit by a truck when it tries to cross the street
without us watching,
four playful dogs in the house
the only animals who miss us when we are away
the same ones who welcome us
when we are back at home
they say that it is expensive to raise and feed
and give shelter to four dogs in the house
no, no, not at all
they do not go to school
neither do we pay them their salaries for pleasing us
they do not harm at all
and demand holiday pay and other allowances
nothing about retirement schemes
and SSS premiums
there is no problem about betrayal either
these four dogs in the house
if you must know, are our children
since we have none
at all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Afternoon Poem
When i write this one,
this general idea about something
with nothing definite in particular
falling short of the images required
of a poem,
i really have no audience in mind
i am just writing like talking a walk or
sitting on a bench watching some of you
passing by,
definitely, this is an afternoon poem
and that is what is definite about it
i am tired
but i cannot rest
when i arrive in the house
only the dogs meet me
there is no one here
no note
left on the fridge
there is only this silence that keeps
me company
and the image of the wagging tail of
a dog
the only loyalty that seems
to abide by the rules
of this
game, well,
i should not be surprised
it has been this way
and i like it that way now
this nonirritating
spectator
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In This World...
some people offer you a
solution to survive more years
for you to live and less
pain
they require you to remove
your face
kneel before them
and they want you naked
(not the literal nudity
but the one with built-in
metaphors)
and then they require you
further to chant their names everyday
of the week
in exchange for a plate of rice
and three pieces of dried
fish
so cheap have you become
not only that
they spit on you
(there is no pain alright
but humiliation is more painful
than the kick)
and when you have all done
what they ask you
to do
they order you to stand
and they pat your back and say
good job
and you are ordered to leave them
for a while
as they indulge in the privacy of
their business conversations
secrets perhaps and you
wait outside the door
and you feel like a
poodle or
a shiz tzu
but whatever appellation you
attach to it
you are still within the category
of those pet dogs
or simply a
dog
wagging tails
roll, stand
sit
catch the stick
yet somehow your logic
makes the
dog world sad.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Back Home Then After Three Days Of Isolation
nerves
oh, they are like snakes coming out of your skins
oh, anxiety
that grows inside a room where you are alone and cannot sleep
if you do not get out of it
tomorrow another one shall be proclaimed dead by reason of sleep
they will not know what you are going through because your mouth
has molasses
and your tongue has honey
and everything in there tastes
sweet
the words are careful tiptoeing
like dancers
in a ballet show
how can you survive this kind of
denial
three days more and there will be an explosion that
no one hears
no one
bags are packed
the reservation is canceled
trips are
booked backed home
at a very
expensive cost
money does not matter now
you can throw them all in the sky
there is a song in your heart
it is the song of home
and waiting
you have survived those nights
and now the dogs greet you with their wagging tails
but there is more to those
five tails
she sits on your lap
and kisses your ears
this is home she says and it is
welcoming you back
it is like a plant uprooted you see
and now put back on its soil and then again
roots grow and spread like a carpet
in the living room
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For Donna
when he
left you
and you
lose your
mind
when the house
get so
damn lonely
when you
finally decide
to come home
the same
white dog
waits for
you
by the door
wagging
its tail
for its
only master
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Little Lady Love
Oh yeah x 5
Chorus
Im little lady love
Ive been touched from above
And you just cant get enough
Of little lady love
Chorus
Im little lady love
Ive been touched from above
And you just cant get enough
Of little lady love
We maybe young
But only for a while
I may look brave
But boy thats just my style
Taken from my teens
But feeding from the tears
Falling with the love
Ive holding back the years
Chorus
Im little lady love
Ive been touched from above
And you just cant get enough
Of little lady love
The miracle of love
Is something Ive observed
And speaking for myself
Is something Ill preserve
Until I feel my way
Along the sticky road
Ill save the miracle
Im gonna take it slow
Chorus
Im little lady love
Ive been touched from above
And you just cant get enough
Of little lady love
Lady love, lady love
Lady love, lady love
Lady love, lady love
Lady love, lady love, love
I think Ive been seperate
Makes it so desperate
I think Ill moderate
Better to wait, its favourite
Chorus
Im little lady love
Ive been touched from above
And you just cant get enough
Of little lady love
Im little lady love
Ive been touched from above
And you just cant get enough
Of little lady love
Lady love, lady love
Ive been touched from above
And you just cant get enough
Of little lady love
Chorus
Im little lady love
Ive been touched from above
And you just cant get enough
Of little lady love
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah x2
song performed by by Sugababes
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One important measurement issue concerns the fat tails problem that I mentioned earlier. VAR is concerned with extreme outcomes. If the tails of the probability distributions we are using are too thin, our VAR measures are likely to be too low.
An Old Dog
an old dog
stays guarding the house
waiting for me
not wagging its tail
it is dead
it is this sense of waiting and
belonging
it is this that gives
the door mat
its meaning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lady Day
When she walked on down the street
She was like a child staring at her feet
But when she passed the bar
And she heard the music play
She had to go in and sing
It had to be that way
She had to go in and sing
It had to be that way
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
After the applause had died down
And the people drifted away
She climbed down off the bar
And went out the door
To the hotel
That she called home
It had greenish walls
A bathroom in the hall
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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when it rains on the month of July
the world if you see it
in the garden, in its simplified forms
of leaves
wet with rain
of birds resting below them
of waters running from the gutter
and spurting
like a vomit of the past
and the surging of the rain
like the memories
like the ramblings of the day
if you only see the world
when you stop
and put your fist on your chin
when you sit
alone on an old ancestral chair
and simply be silent like
a rug on the door
away from the dog
and the wagging tails and the
cats and the noisy scratches on the walls
if you only begin to see the world
you will know that it is sad you will know further
that it is more
beautiful
that way.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ringing the Bells
And this is the way they ring
the bells in Bedlam
and this is the bell-lady
who comes each Tuesday morning
to give us a music lesson
and because the attendants make you go
and because we mind by instinct,
like bees caught in the wrong hive,
we are the circle of crazy ladies
who sit in the lounge of the mental house
and smile at the smiling woman
who passes us each a bell,
who points at my hand
that holds my bell, E flat,
and this is the gray dress next to me
who grumbles as if it were special
to be old, to be old,
and this is the small hunched squirrel girl
on the other side of me
who picks at the hairs over her lip,
who picks at the hairs over her lip all day,
and this is how the bells really sound,
as untroubled and clean
as a workable kitchen,
and this is always my bell responding
to my hand that responds to the lady
who points at me, E flat;
and although we are not better for it,
they tell you to go. And you do.
poem by Anne Sexton
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bacolod 2011 May
(at kasai's resto)
little Tina i remember
was the one affectionate
with the white
kitten
that she saves from the
window in grandma's house
i have seen compassion
in her eyes
how did she grow to be
a woman
reserved, decent
and compassionate
to the little world
where she is
in now?
her mother who has
white hairs
smiles when Tina says
that marriage
can always wait
as she has still other
things to do
with
the present kittens
at the house
of the door
of her old house
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life is....
Tis a curious amalgam
Of facts and fiction
Of which scientist or alchemists
Would be hard to devise
But I think that even cats and dogs
Have long known with conviction
That nothing is truly important
In the course of our lives
They love life and live life
In peace, with tails curled
Wisely living life as tenants
…In a tenuous world…
poem by David Whalen
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Dogs In The Midwinter
You ever had a day like I had today,
When things are stacked up bad?
You look around and every face you see
Seems guaranteed to send you mad.
And you peer into those hallowed institutions.
And they bark at you from every side.
But the bite goes wide.
I see them running with their tails hanging low
Like dogs in the midwinter.
The prophets and the wise men and the hard politicos
Are all dogs in the midwinter.
Let the breath from the mountain still the pain,
Clear water from the fountain run sweeter than the rain.
Dogs in the midwinter.
The boss man and the tax man and the moneylenders growl...
Like dogs in the midwinter.
The weaker of the herd can feel their eyes and hear them howl
Like dogs in the midwinter.
Though the fox and the rabbit are at peace,
Cold doggies in the manger turn last suppers into feasts.
Dogs in the midwinter.
You ever had a day like I had today ---
Dogs in the midwinter.
You look around and every face you see ---
Dogs in the midwinter.
And you peer into those hallowed institutions.
And they bark at you from every side.
But the bite goes wide.
Were all running on a tightrope, wearing slippers in the snow...
Were all dogs in the midwinter.
The ice is ever thinner. be careful how you go
Like dogs in the midwinter.
And its hard to find true equilibrium
When youre looking at each other down the muzzle of a gun.
Dogs in the midwinter.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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