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You Are The Cloud

the water droplets in you
the dusts in your hands and feet
you carry them
up with your wings to the heavens
there is pain
and disgust on your neck and
ribs

to those who see when you hang in there
lifelessly
you are a reddish cloud
as beautiful as a bouquet of roses
against a desert sky

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Bouquet Of Roses

A BOUQUET OF ROSES

When greeted by a bouquet of thirty roses
on the anniversary day,
A mixed feeling rose within, and I didn’t
know what to say!
But I thanked the Lord for that special day!

For long I had developed an attitude towards
roses you know,
As I watched its thorns and reddish glow!
When painted like the ‘Sunflower’ they neither
die or fade, -
A visual feast for the eyes, while olfactory nerves
remain dead!

Roses like humans when cut off from their
roots,
They gradually wither and fade, as roses should!
But its lingering perfume forever remains,
As I inhale, - I am wafted beyond the world of
the dead!
- Raj Nandy
- New Delhi
- 12 Feb 09

poem by Raj Nandy
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An Allegory Of Our Sinless Meeting....

beyond our two flesh
i hang on
to the twig of the
divine
i am the black bird
with a wide
span of wings
i am heavier
than a stone on your
neck
but i carry on
like a cliffhanger
i will let my body fall
and i shall not use
my wings

i trust the sea
and i am a friend of the
full moon.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burning Down

]from the back of my neck, oh oh oh
Wired a glass jaw, oh oh
Plantation burning your boat is coming in
Strum your jews-harp, youre reeking gin
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but theyve got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound
Johnny mike is reading in the yard
His storys timely, oh oh oh
What river is it anyway, radio
Not in a boat, in your ear
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but theyve got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound
You pick your island in the sun
Take your island off hes got a gun
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound
Hes cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck
Feeling mighty mighty, oh oh oh
You can pick your island in the sun
Take your island off hes got a gun
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but theyve got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound

song performed by by REM
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Subterranean

My tears fall like rain
From the longlasting pain
When I look at your eyes
My heart just dies
Beauty divine
I hope you'll be mine
Open your arms
For all time
All dressed in white
Bringer of light
Spend time with me
All through the night
Beauty divine
Your tears taste like wine
Come to me
For all time
My spine shivers with the touch of your lips...
My pale skin turns red when we kiss...
Piercing your nails deep into my back...
As I slowly kiss your ivory neck...
I started to cry after hours of joyful sin...
My tears turned to roses as they embraced your skin...
I gathered them to a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers...
A bouquet of the most secret and ancient powers...
My amber heart started to glow as I died really slow...

song performed by by In Flames
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Faded Red Roses

She stood at the alter
A gown of white she did wear
With a bouquet of red roses
And blue ribbons in her hair
She waited for someone
Who was never to come

Tears leaked from her eyes
Across her cheeks did run
The bouquet of red roses
For her wedding day
Have all now faded
As time slipped away

Those faded red roses
She still holds in her hand
Years have come and gone
Waiting for this man
You’ll still find her
With tears in her eyes

As the hopes he’ll still come
Fade like the roses
Washed too much by the sun
Today she still waits all alone
Those faded red roses in her hand
Is now all that she owns

poem by David Harris
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Raining, Raning...

It was raining, raning,
Non stop, blub blub, blub
It dropped on the shallow
Sheet of water flowing,
Making bubbles that burst
In merriment to the drops,
Childhood dawned
In the mind, when I made
Small paper boats
In the flowing water
Akin to the ship in seas,
The rain came down
In beautful shower as if
Sent down from the heavens,
Pure water droplets,
To cool the polluted earth,
Wash away all the wastes
Sins of our making,
Cars, scooters, splashing
The water sheets,
In a beautiful rythm,
To drench the passersby
Who went by under colourful
Umbrellas, like in a parade,
Raining, raining here,
Is oft the most beautiful sight.

poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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She

the woman
that I love, smile like with
no other face of tune of notes in the
frits of guitar strands of night that I
always sang

the lady
that I love, is beautiful she
is like a Roses
amongst the Lilies in the oasis of
droplets of tears in the desert,
where sweat and sweet tie nut with faith
as it moves on the
pedestal of
strings

the girl
I love, live life akin to
the wings of the clouds spread its feather
and flies into the heaven,
glide as clever as anybody can do
and wiser as other
can’t do

the wife
that I love, cherish the time,
where pain
and suffering settle in the nest;
scatter all the leaves and find shelter
to live, fuse the warm heart
and filled with
laughter and joy that spread out
the fume of courage
to cry

live my beloved special one, countless
moment I pray that you'll always be
free in the side of my day.....

poem by Antonio Liao
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Water Wings

Water Wings

I am of the water, and my dreams foretell my home.
I have dreamt of the water, it is where my mind does roam.
Life manages our paths by the steps that we take,
I want my path to lead to the ocean, where the waves do break.

The water glistens in my soul, and runs through my veins,
And when I am one with the water, I carry the reigns.
Whether on or under or flying above,
The water is my passion, it is my true love.

I wake from the night, from my hopes and my dreams
I wake to find a world with all water themes.
Surrounded by love and caressed by the air
I see the lord has accepted my little dare.

My dreams have become life, and I have transformed.
I am now an angel of the sea, and water wings I have formed.
The ocean, the sea, the lakes and rivers blue
They give me my strength and my life they do fuel.

My water wings glide and are as smooth as ice,
They are gift from the heavens and they much more than suffice.
I sit here and I rest, on the shore of the land,
Knowing, the lord is my savior, and my biggest fan.

poem by Rik Bertrand
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Answer to Lost Roses

A lady received a
bouquet of roses,
It was a windy day.
A gust of wind caught
the roses,
Blew them all away.

They were tied with
yellow ribbons,
But they could not hold,
The story of lost roses,
Somehow it must be told.

Your dream ended too
quickly,
How was you to know,
The lady receieved the
roses,
They were covered with
layers of snow.

They found a place in
her heart,
It was hard to let them
go.
But she had to release
them,
To the wind, they had
to go.

To help dry up their tears,
They had to find their
way,
So they could be happy,
Laugh again some day.

Who was the sender with
a heart sublime,
The lady still awaits,
A bouquet of roses devine.

poem by Heather Burns
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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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Bouquet and Bracelet

Bouquet said: “My floral ring
The homage of a heart encloses,
Whose thoughts to you go worshipping
In perfume from my blushing roses.”

Bracelet said: “My rubies red,
Though hard the gleam that each exposes,
Will last when flowers of Spring are fled
And dead are all the Summer roses.”

Beauty mused awhile, and said,
“Here’s poesy!” and sighed, “Here prose is
Bouquet! I choose the rubies red!—
In Winter they will buy me roses.”

poem by Victor James Daley
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And Then I Remember The White Roses

suddenly what flashed to my mind
on a gray afternoon, so vivid are the white roses

a bouquet of white roses
assuring me once again, after 13 years

that your love is pure, despite
that you have remained to be true
no matter what, despite the odds

and then i have seen how each petal of the white roses
fell one by one under our feet, we feel the loss again.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Y.... River meets desert

A young river,
So strong
Nothing could stop it
Nothing went wrong

Big rocks in its way
No problem at all
It went over them
Around them if tall

But then it met the desert
Water sank deep into sand
Huge problem for the river
It looked like its life was to end

Desperately
It turned to our God
'Please, God help me
To get away from or over this spot'

A voice from above said
'Look at the wind in the sky
It crosses the desert so easily
So just stop to cry! '

'But I am not wind, I am water
How can I cross
Please help me
I am at a loss'

'Did you forget dear river, '
Said the voice from above
'Long time before you were a river
The wind carried you with love'

The river let its water evaporate
Allowed the wind to carry it once more
In its loving arms,
wind held the river as before

Across the desert they went
A lot of water in a big large cloud
And at the other side
The wind let it rain out

There the river again became strong
Even better and stronger than before
With much vigor it ran
For everyone to adore

Dear young men and women alike
If you meet with the desert or anything wrong
Remember who carried you
Before you became a river so strong

poem by Aufie Zophy
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An Insignificant Pebble In My Hand

i am now into
useless things

like this pebble in my head
smooth, reddish, with some
gray veins
a paradox of youth
and senility

i hold it
i close my hands
and hide it from you

you who see nothing
significant about it

it is cold now and
it is keeping me warm

inside my mind
it has become so significant
and as
beautiful as ever

i shall dream about a castle
of pebbles

smooth, reddish, sun like.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Water Is Wide

The Water is Wide" is a traditional folk song. The girls have been
performing it now and then for years and years. I've been lucky
enough to see Mary-Chapin Carpenter add a beautiful third part to the
harmony on a few occasions.
The Water is Wide.
The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
And neither I have wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row - my love and I
Now love is gentle, and love is kind
The sweetest flower when first it's new
But love grows old, and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew
There is a ship, she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not how I sink or swim
The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
And neither I have wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row - my love and I
And both shall row - my love and I

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Get Off Of My Cloud

(mick jagger and keith richards)
I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block
And I sit at home looking out the window
Imagining the world has stopped
Then in flies a guy whos all dressed up like a union jack
And says, Ive won five pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack
I say, hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd
On my cloud baby
The telephone is ringing,
I say, hi, its me. who is it there on the line?
A voice says, hi, hello, how are you?
Well, I guess Im doin fine
He says, its three a.m., theres too much noise
Dont you people ever wanna go to bed?
Just cause you feel so good, do you have
To drive me out of my head?
I say, hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd
On my cloud baby
I was sick and tired, fed up with this,
And decided to take a drive downtown
It was so very quiet and peaceful
There was nobody, not a soul around
I laid myself out, I was so tired and I started to dream
In the morning the parking tickets were just like
A flag stuck on my window screen
I say, hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd
On my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Simple Water Droplets

simple water droplets
small moist neutral
insignificant in size

water droplets
start to spin swirl wind speeds
build birth hurricanes

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Never Say Goodbye

Twilight on the frozen lake
North wind about to break
On footprints in the snow
Silence down below.
Youre beautiful beyond words
Youre beautiful to me
You can make me cry
Never say goodbye.
Time is all I have to give
You can have it if you choose
With me you can live
Never say goodbye.
My dreams are made of iron and steel
With a big bouquet
Of roses hanging down
From the heavens to the ground.
The crashing waves roll over me
As I stand upon the sand
Wait for you to come
And grab hold of my hand.
Oh, baby, baby, baby blue
Youll change your last name, too
Youve turned your hair to brown
Love to see it hangin down.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Since You Are Too Human....

there are always choices
we are born to these oceans of choices
wave upon wave
we travel to choose
then we land and take feet
upon the sands
into the gardens
on rocks
and rivers
to the heavens we take the shape of clouds
and rain
for we have learned
this art to evolve

now tell me who owns us?
tell yourself that, we cannot hear you
you are too human
and earthbound
you are stuck on the chains of your
self-defined treasures
that finally bury all your bones

soon we shall turn back at you
dusts, all dusts that we blow and scatter
to all the rivers

if you remember leaves,
you shall remember us...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Bouquet Of Flower

A bouquet of flower
lying under the feet,
I saw one day, on the
the Romantic street.
A little girl was crying,
it was perhaps her.
it fell from her hand,
and smashed under the car!
I asked what she cried for-
told she bought, for mom's grave.
But, the bouquet was spoiled,
and she couldn't manage to save.
The red roses and fern,
made the heaven once
turned to suddenly to
a lump of red flesh by chance!
My eyes filled with
tear, as I perceived,
my own melted heart,
is lump being perished!

poem by Nilakshi Das
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