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must we imagine
a place away from what our hands
have long held as home?
must we still dream of those
islands
with white sands and
exotic rainbow birds?
the feet have rooted and
our bodies are old trees
the fruits are teeming
and ripe for harvest
the migrating birds are
here to be catered
happiness flows here
like springs without winters
everything here is the
fun of summer times
on domestic dreams
sleep have i,
clipped wings, bubble
world
here is this chosen
earthly eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Somewhere over the rainbow
(h. arlen/e.y. harburgh)
Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
Theres a land that Ive heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
Someday I wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
Thats where you find me
Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why cant i
(instrumental)
Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why cant i
If happy little blue birds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why, cant i
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Dream of fog and mist (if you can)
If you can…
Dream of beaches
Dream of fog
that slides ashore
And If you can…
Learn what it teaches
Before the fog returns
To the sea once more
Dream of yardarms…
Of dripping rigging
Of treasure chests
Just ripe for digging
Dream of islands
With crystal sand
With coral reefs
And mountains grand
Dream of fog and mist
Mugs of rum…
Of frigate birds…
Of hawsers thrum
Of cool sea breezes
From exotic land
In sleep…dream deep…
Dream of beaches…
…If you can…
poem by David Whalen
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Woman’s Agenda
Flowers long to be visited by bees.
Ripe fruits long to be eaten by birds.
All trees house birds and animals for dung.
Women for men have their own agenda.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lost And Going....
to think of you and you alone
i am bound
and i am feeling so down
feet stuck to the ground
i must learn the art of detachment
i am free
i disregard home
i travel alone
i am searching for what i have not found
i have nothing
no one holds my hands
my pocket keeps them
inside warm
i please myself with the wonders of
the trees
the space that grass occupies
the heights of mountains
the rush in the waterfalls
there is this river
that flows and flows and flows
untiring
i am bare as clear morning sky
birds do not live there
i want the way they fly away
telling no one where to
sometimes we let go
our hands sail our feet kept like rudders
folded
i am this air
bound for nowhere.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imagine
All you have to do is believe,
So imaging peace,
Imagine your own world where there’s no pain,
But where love, togetherness, and prospering all equal great success,
Imagine a place where happiness can spread,
Where the world is your favorite place,
It’s not hard if we try,
So it’s sure to bring peace,
Imagine your dreams even if they don’t come true,
And the people that are always there for you,
Still not noticed by anyone?
If all of the people didn’t care about processions, the world would be a better place,
Is it a dream or is it reality?
Imagine a world without war,
And without hate,
Without violence, but happiness everywhere,
Peace is there,
So there’s no reason for the hurt,
Peace is happiness,
So imagine peace.
poem by Mariah Simpson
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Birds and the Above
What is their grade, who sing to the above?
Their legs can not carry their bodies,
For they are inferior, they are inferior.
Legs are too much for those who walk,
Yet the hands are meaning too much.
You are superior, and you are amazing -
It is a man who walks and talks that inspires,
Yet feeble people do not seem wrong
To the caring ones, the ones who care.
Care must be given to you,
As the hospital will fetch you
If hands and feet are allowed.
As you are like a bird,
Birds are like you, for you fly.
With wings you are not,
But hands and feet.
You walk and yet fly,
Yet wings are not feet
For the birds.
What is their grade, who sing to the above?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Over The Rainbow (Live)
Somewhere over the rainbow
way up high, there's a land that I heard of once
In a lullaby,
Somewhere over the rainbow,
Skies are blue
and the dreams that you dare to dream
really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clowds are far behind me,
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
oh way up above the chimmney tops,
Thats where you'll find........me,
Somewhere over the rainbow
bluebirds fly,
Birds fly over the rainbow,
why...then oh why Cant I?
If happy little blue birds fly....
beyond the rainbow
why oh why.....Cant I?
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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The Harvest Moon
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Notes From Mambukal
i am learning
from the towering trees
i have seen the right of birds
to have a home
the co-existence of bats and
snakes
the essence of ripe fruits
that must remain on the ground
until they are rotten
when birds leave the seeds
after consuming all pulp
and flesh
the songs of birds
love calls
the hisses of snakes
the chants of earthworms
it was a night
when i dip my body to that hot spring
with healthy sulfur breaths
from volcanic
woman
when i make my self still
listening
always listening
and simply feeling what is warm
and tender
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let The Night Sleep
Let the night sleep
Sleep for ever deep
With the night I sleep
Beyond the world to peep
Universe will sleep
Plants and trees
Birds and bees
Stars and moon
To sleep very soon!
Fruits and flowers
Joy with showers
Will sleep with me and the night
Not to keep the life very tight!
No dawn of the day
Right upto the dooms day!
Sleep permanent
In the world impermanent
I'll sleep without light
My agonies will sleep
My worries will sleep
My pains will sleep
My sins will sleep!
While in sleep
I am pure
I am peace
I am noble!
While my body is asleep
Awake my soul I keep
Sleep akin to death
Death akin to sleep in mirth?
Let the night sleep
Sleep for ever deep
With night I sleep
Sleep to eternity
Soul to merge in Divinity!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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The Crooked Ways Of The Tiny Birds
feelings are sometimes like the tiny birds
of summer feeding on a few grains
on the wide yards of the garden where the grasses
spread far
some feels being smothered by the indifference of other
tiny birds
separated by the distance of the long lines of
parallel electric poles
imagine the image of tiny birds sitting in there
looking for pecking
one notices the vastness of the sky
the unfinished climb of the hill
the vanishing paths of trails long untrue
feelings like tiny birds fly away
but there is no reason to be afraid on the
facts of nonreciprocating birds
ah, the world is wide and too interesting
to be ignored
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Questions In My Mind....
i send my my hands
free, so many birds in air
they are questions
for you to answer, yet you
whom my heart claims a rock
for friends, where they can lay their bodies
and rest, have chosen silence,
and i look at you, with so much
understanding, knowing that you have
chosen the comfort of your own
safety, i nod, i may agree
that your chosen side shall give you
the best for the meantime that i bleed,
and now, i write upon a stone the names
of my true friends. It is you silence that
has become stone and sling for the birds
that i have set free from my hands.
They fall one by one, all dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imagine the World
Imagine the world ……………………….
Imagine the world without wars…
Imagine the world without your laws
Imagine your life without fear
Imagine your eyes without a tear
Imagine all men were real men
Imagine…imagine…imagine…
Imagine life without hate
Imagine you knew your own fate
Imagine all children were happy
Imagine all nations were free
What would life be like?
Imagine no-one were blind
Imagine all the woes behind
Imagine…….imagine……..imagine….
Imagi ne earth were flat
Imagine man without a heart
Imagine the day without light
Imagine the dark without the night
Imagine……….imagine……imagine……
Imagine faces without a smile
Imagine birds without a nightingale
Imagine …imagine…imagine
What would life be like?
poem by Bouche Cousue
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I Go To Sleep
When I look up from my pillow I dream you are there with me.
Though you are far away I know youll always be near to me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
I look around me and feel you are ever so close to me.
Each tear that flows from my eyes brings back memories of you to me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
I was wrong, I will cry, I will love you to the day I die.
You alone, you alone and no one else, you were meant for me.
When morning comes once more I have the loneliness you left me.
Each day drags by until finally night time descends on me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
song performed by by Kinks
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Overrating
love is always overrated
you tell the emoting ones
because you have also
overrated
politics
you destroy families and move on to
other places of
rebellion
it is a matter of
point of view
for one whose life depends
on whether he is loved
love will always be
overrated
in such a way that if love fails
the whole world
falls upon his shoulders and
breaks him
down into smashed
pieces
fragmented self
looking for
wholeness
same with politics and
adoptions of social causes
one immerses
oneself deep into a world
that has no hope for change
the rich always winning
the poor dumped
into the chasms of
a series of deaths
life is the one that is always
underrated
nature does too in one blink of an eye
bodies over bodies
buried over rotting bodies
and the world that cannot take the stinking
situation
burns all these
to erase it also
in one blink
we like a world that is green
well covered canopy of green trees
wrapped with vines
blue skies
fresh air
smooth seas
rolling mountains
singing springs
winding rivers
rainbow colored birds
but always we do the reverse of what we really wish for
trees are cut
virgin forests raped
white sands and blue seas tainted
with our own
trashy way of doing things
drastic destruction
unthinkable murder of nature
bleeding earth
crying heavens
flooding plains
breaking dams
bleeding peace
a bloody world.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Beyond The Rainbow
Just beyond the rainbow
Where the birds fly free,
Is a whole new world for us
A place for you and me
A place we can call home
A place that holds our destiny
Just beyond the rainbow
Is where I will wait
For you to follow
Follow me, and our fate
Away from the cruel world
Where we can live together, as soul mates
Just beyond the rainbow
You will find forgiveness, and peace
I will meet you
Where you'll feel your problems release
And the pain,
Oh, the pain, it starts to decrease
Just beyond the rainbow
Is where I am waiting now
For you to join me in heaven
For the goddess to allow
You to die with me
And together, travel to a place that's... wow!
poem by Katniss Everdeen
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This Is A Discovery
i may not tell you
that in this island
where i take my
long walks in the
morning, i discover
something nice,
i am at home with
myself and i am happy
seeing the vastness
of the white sands
white cotton clouds
resting on high cliffs
trees on top and birds
and a light tower
i think of myself
as another island now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imagine Heaven
I imagine Heaven
as a wonderful, happy place.
Where joy and contentment,
brings a smile to every face.
I imagine no temptation.
A place where there's no sin.
I imagine eating Twinkies
all day long and staying thin.
I imagine Heaven
being without guns or wars.
A place with no such things
as locks upon our doors.
When I imagine Heaven
I imagine lots of fun.
I imagine every golf shot
will be a hole in one.
I imagine Heaven as a place
where dreams come true.
Heaven is, in my mind,
Eternity with you.
poem by Ron Tranmer
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When the birds fly
When the birds fly
the mind opens its eye
the heart looks up to the sky
the birds fly.
The birds fly south
the ear opens its mouth
the nose sees summer
the kids they are playing out...
When the birds fly
we dream our words dont die.
Reborn with a babys cry
the birds fly leaving stars
they stay in the night,
we are the birds
we escape to the light.
poem by Daniel McCann
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A Kentish Garden
THERE is a grey-walled garden, far away
From noise and smoke of cities, where the hours
Pass with soft wings among the happy flowers,
And lovely leisure blossoms every day.
There, tall and white, the sceptral lily blows;
There grow the pansy, pink, and columbine,
Brave hollyhocks, and star-white jessamine,
And the red glory of the royal rose.
There greeny glow-worms gem the dusky lawn,
The lime-trees breathe their fragrance to the night,
Pink roses sleep, and dream that they are white,
Until they wake to colour with the dawn.
There, in the splendour of the sultry noon,
The sunshine sleeps upon the garden bed
Where the white poppy droops a drowsy head
And dreams of kisses from the white full moon.
And there, some days, all wild with wind and rain,
The tossed trees show the white side of their leaves,
While the great drops drip from the ivied eaves,
And birds are still--till the sun shines again.
And there, all days, my heart goes wandering,
Because there, first, my heart began to know
The glories of the summer and the snow,
The loveliness of harvest and of spring.
There may be fairer gardens; but I know
There is no other garden half so dear;
Because 'tis there, this many, many a year,
The sacred, sweet, white flowers of memory grow!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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