With You...
to live in a world
with just a few syllables
and yet
in so many chapters
of the novel
we strive
such a state of
few words
in so many cares
and whispers....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A World Of Our Own...
there are other ways
many ways in fact
to create worlds,
some do it in hiding
the world is a corner
a nook of few clutters
some make another ocean
inside their cupped hands
when i talk to myself
when everyone else leaves
for their own homes
on delicate whispers of the
heart
i have too
a world of words
my own
home
on some but few
syllables...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Save The Children
(marvin gaye/al cleveland)
I just want to ask a question
Who really cares?
To save a world
A world in despair
Who cares?
Therell come a time, when the world wont be singing
And flowers wont grow, no, bells wont be ringin
But who cares?
Who really cares?
Whos willing to try to save the world
That is destined to die
When I look at the world it fills me with sorrow
Little children today really suffer tomorrow
Oh what a shame, what a sad way to live
All who is to blame, when we cant stop livin
You gotta live, live for life
But let live everybody
Live life for the children
Oh, for the children
You see, we have to save the babies
Save the babies
Save the babies, save the babies
If you wanna love, save the babies
All the children all over the world
song performed by by Diana Ross
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As I work with my words as medium
I want to be profound
Deep, deeper than what i
Can possible swim
But I have seen
The limitations
Of words as medium
Of my thoughts
How can I put the
Color red
Of an apple
In words
Or the scent
Of lavender
In syllables
Here you are
Reading me
And I do not want
To disappoint
You, my reader
I want to create
A world of sensations
For such is the
World of poetry
I have long wanted
You to feel
My sadness in
Letters
My loneliness
In a single
Letter
This
i
Or...... ............................... me...................................
I want you to listen
To me
In the hush of the wind
In syllables
I want you to
Read my joys
In my phrases
Sometimes
I have given
You sentences
stanzas
I want you to
Be at home
With my words
But these are
Just words
And I must
Have failed
In bringing
Back to life
Your senses
Hopelessly
They have long
been dead
words, words, words,
And
Even this whole
Poem
Is not enough
Let me try
Again
On some
Coming
Illustrations
Birds falling
Their wings clipped
Leaves blown
Detached from
Their stems
Trees threatened
About the news
Of the coming storms
Oh I am so sorry
Your senses are sleeping
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Came Into My Mind
it came into my mind what she started as a riddle.
syllables of life.
and of the seasons.
nine syllables for her till blooming till wilting
of the chrysanthemum, those which are not so white
against the snowy mountain of Fuji
two syllables for her brief stay in the woods
when she comes back as part of the wood itself
the twigs mourn for her
the leaves do not sing and the river stops flowing.
i ask myself, now that i have learned what syllables stand for.
how many syllables do i need to love you completely?
i have only one for you. The rest shall be my lies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Lonely World
I live in a world of my own
Where no one ever goes
A place where it is only me
And no one else to see
I live in my separated world
A diverted world
A world where no one has ever been
A world whose face has no grin
I created it you see
Or rather it formed around me
It’s a world with no precise view
Its observations are skewed
It’s a world with no real time
Nothing is ever orderly in a line
It’s a place of my very own
A place that will never be shown
I live in it all by myself
I call it my own hell
My own hell that I suffer everyday
My own hell that I live through everyday
But I live in it
And I don’t ever wish I was out of it
Cause no one understands me
No on cares about me
In their world they all live in
In the world I could never fit in
So I prefer my own world-
My little lonely world
poem by Rachel Blank
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All alone in this world
I am all alone in this world
No one else, but me
I am the only one for me.
I have to care for myself
Cry when I need to,
Laugh when Happiness reaches me.
Live in a world of sorrow,
No one else cares, but me.
I am all alone in this world
I stand alone
All by myself
Others just stare
I pretend I don't care
But this heart always says
How can I live in a world
Where no one else, but me cares
Where I drown in sorrow
Cause others can pull me out
If they want, but they just let me drown
I am all alone in this world
I stand alone
With no one there
And I do care.
I want to change the way I live
I want to not stand alone,
But maybe standing alone can help
poem by Innocent Angel
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Untitled 15
there is a mountain of words
an ocean of words
a continent of words
there is a rain of words
a flood of words
a river of words and true to their being words
they also disintegrate as syllables
on the other hand some form the clauses
conditions and terms
some make sentences and paragraphs
a world of words full of words
i am not a word and i am buried in a mountain of words
a sea of words i drown
a continent of words i am condemned to walk all the days of my life
too may words my ears do not listen anymore.
my eyes do not like to read anymore.
i like something not having to do with words.
what about a touch? what about a picture?
what about a kiss?
why don't people just make love without saying a word?
let us start touching the hearts of people
to avoid this war of words that lead us to our own perdition.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Impossiblity (Irenga)
Glorious sunset,
the western sky ablaze with shades of red.
Nature’s artistry
beyond a mans ability
to emulate or imitate.
Nature’s artistry
beyond any mans ability
to emulate or imitate.
Although they still try.
Perfection beyond their grasp.
Natures artistry
beyond any mans ability
to emulate or imitate.
But driven by some inner need
they are convinced they can succeed.
First stanza
5 syllables
10 syllables
5 syllables
8syllables.
8syllables
Second stanza
repeat last three lines of first stanza
then
5 syllables
8 syllables.
Third stanza
Repeat
Last three lines of first stanza
Then
8 syllables
syllables
Japanese style poetry
no obligation to rhyme.
(22/07/2007)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Today... 'God my Maker
I was intricately woven upon His heavenly loom
As He carefully knit me together in my mothers womb
In that most secret of places when my conception took place
Ready at the time of my birth to enter the human race
Before the first moment of my earthly existence began
God had written in His book my inmost being and life plan
Each syllable penned and words in calligraphy composed
There sentences were handwritten and the paragraphs disclosed,
From the first chapter of my birth to the last one of my death
Each had been thoughtfully written before I'd taken a breath
I praise God that I am fearfully and wonderfully made
The handiwork of My Great Creator is in me displayed
Living letters turned into syllables and then became words.
These words began to form phrases and the sentences emerged.
Chapters made out of many paragraphs were arranged with care
each carefully written by the in the book of my life there.
For my life is now that book to be read by everyone
because it speaks of His Grace and the wonders Jesus has done.
For in His mercy before the world was made and time began
He had included Roy Allen in His great Salvation plan.
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Attica State
What a waste of human power
What a waste of human lives
Shoot the prisoners in the towers
Forty-three poor widowed wives
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Media blames it on the prisoners
But the prisoners did not kill
Rockefeller pulled the trigger
That is what the people feel
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Free the prisoners, jail the judges
Free all prisoners everywhere
All they want is truth and justice
All they need is love and care
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
They all live in suffocation
Lets not watch them die in sorrow
Nows the time for revolution
Give them all a chance to grow
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Come together join the movement
Take a stand for human rights
Fear and hatred clouds our judgement
Free us all from endless night
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Attica state, attica state,
We all live in attica state
Attica state, attica state,
Attica, attica, attica state
song performed by by Lennon John
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Strive!
There is no strength for such as us,
no weakness, no will to live or die
just the impressions of willingness
the choice to get up, or let lie
Strive! Strive! Lost Soul-Dark Soul
In the shadows of this fitful giant,
climb the mountain to the filling of your role
leave not the world, be non-compliant.
poem by Poet Dragon
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After Reading Sylvia Plath's Riddle In Nine Syllables
sylvia, the elephant is inside your
tummy, you have become a melon growing and crawling in tendrils
a ponderous house
a red fruit
you have eaten a bag of green apples
and rode a train without stopping
to an exit
sylvia, i may not understand the nine syllables
inside you
for i am a man without
these syllables
sylvia i put two syllables somewhere
and it grows into three just three
there was bleeding and i saw it
i took her to the hospital and she was put into a sleep
and she was finally made to appear
clean to me
she was numb and speechless to the window panes
there was frost
and there was that bird which flew away since then
from her forehead
now, sylvia look at me
i was the man who only had three syllables
look at me in this sentence
i am a comma, i am a period.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ill Never Get Out Of This World Alive
Recorded by hank williams
Written by hank williams and fred rose
Capo: 1st fret key: f# play: f
Now youre [f] lookin at a man thats gettin kind-a mad
I had lots of luck but its all been bad
No [c7] matter how I struggle and strive
Ill never get out of this world a-[f] live.
My fishin poles broke the creek is full of sand
My woman run away with another man
No matter how I struggle and strive
Ill never get out of this world alive.
A [bb] distant uncle passed away [bb7] and [f] left me quite a batch [f7]
And [bb] I was living high until that fatal [bb7] day
A lawyer [c7] proved I wasnt born
I was only hatched.---[f]
Evrythings agin me and its got me down
If I jumped in the river I would probly drown
No matter how I struggle and strive
Ill never get out of this world alive.
These shabby shoes Im wearin all the time
Are full of holes and nails
And brother if I stepped on a worn out dime
I bet a nickel I could tell you if it was heads or tails.
Im not gonna worry wrinkles in my brow
cause nothins ever gonna be alright nohow
No matter how I struggle and strive
Ill never get out of this world alive.
(additional verses)
I could buy a sunday suit and it would leave me broke
If it had two pair of pants I would burn the coat
No matter how I struggle and strive
Ill never get out of this world alive.
If it was rainin gold I wouldnt stand a chance
I wouldnt have a pocket in my patched up pants
No matter how I struggle and strive
Ill never get out of this world alive.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Judas Be My Guide
Lights out - we live in a world of darkness
No doubt - everythings up for sale
We sleep - all of the world is burning
We pray - to God for a better deal
Nothing is sacred - back then or now
Everythings wasted
Is that all there is?
Can I go now?
Judas my guide
Whispers in the night
Judas my guide
Fight wars - die in a blaze of glory
Come home - meat in plastic sack
Fall down - you better pray to your God for mercy
So kneel - and help the blade cut clean
Nothing is sacred - back then or now
Everythings wasted
Is that all there is?
Is that it now?
I live in the black
I have no guiding light
Im whispering in your dreams...
Judas my guide
Whispers in the night
Judas my guide
Judas my guide
Whispers in the night
Judas my guide
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Only towards the end of this process are any of the chapters in fully readable condition, a state of affairs that used to alarm my wife. But Joan's got used to it.
quote by Fred Saberhagen
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I Was Once
i was once bound to the insecurities of my world,
and words are frightened to come out from my mouth
the fetters of thoughts that ask whom shall they be pleasing
too unhappy i rise from the rocks and split myself from its cracks
untrustworthy
the words are too enslaving and one by one their syllables
fall like nails from the pillars
words are not for building stars,
for when they look up the skies, they shall never find us
we are grasses spread on earth as floors of the gods
and we always creep
this is the greatness of us, cool and spreading
and free.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whispers
We have to speak in whispers
for fear someone might hear
our words that we want private.
It is a dreadful thing to have to do
if our secrets we want to keep
of how we desperately feel,
so we talk in whispers
that no one else can hear
in case our every word is drawn
to make comment on.
Therefore, when we talk to one another
it has to be in whispers
so no one can over hear,
our movements are scrutinized
and our conversations listened to.
Soon it will be over
and our lives can once again
begin to resume.
Until then we talk in whispers
so no one else can hear.
21 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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There Is No Sense At All. I Say
there is no sense at all figuring the truth
there is none to boot
nothing to say, in this world where words
do not exist,
as you go out from that door where syllables
are functional
you enter the gate of the truth of all.
in perfect understanding without words.
in perfect harmony, without the scales.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sea Of Words
he could have gone to the sea
and start collecting the shells again
bring each to his ear
to remember
he is stuck in this sea of words
picking some syllables
to hear a not so distinct sound and
to hear a song
from his youth
he arranges the words again
like some old furniture
in the home
in the sea of words
he splashes
drinks the salt of this earth
and begins
to drown himself
sooner shall he breathe again
and swallow
the whole of the sea
and the continents
of this world
as one of the atoms in this
vast expanse
of nothing but space
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ode To Happiness
Ode to happiness
Joy cometh in the morning.
May only peace reign.
All our hope comes from above.
Wars shall truly cease,
When that which is perfect comes.
Rejoicing always
We shall overcome sin’s grasp,
When Heaven arrives!
The Earth will sing a new song.
Every knee shall then bend down!
A Choka Poem goes like this:
1st 3 lines = 5,7,5 syllables
2nd 3 lines = 7,5,7 syllables
Ending 2 lines = 7 syllables each
poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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