You Must Accept As I Tell You
you must accept as i tell you
that your absence for days
did not made my heart grow fonder
inside my imaginary garden
all the real toads are croaking.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Real And Unreal...
in the imaginary garden
the real toads are croaking
in that imaginary room
a real person is
thinking
in that imaginary thought
some real things
are broken.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Absence Has Made My Heart Grow Fonder
No matter what those arguments.
Or the exchanging of a bitterness meant.
Without you in my life,
I've spent...
Countless hours fighting against,
Those moments I felt such an emptiness.
Knowing...
Your absence has made my heart grow fonder.
No matter if it is pouring rain,
I can't help but remember...
Your laughter that still remains.
And even though when living together,
That smile of yours would seldom show.
I know...
Your absence,
Has made my heart grow fonder.
And always will I remember when,
You walked out the door!
And I was left relieved,
As if blown with a fresh wind...
To begin my life without you again!
To experience complete happiness,
I had not known since way back when.
And one that has stayed to comfort me.
Yes...
I can certainly say without regrets,
Your absence has made my heart grow fonder!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For You My Friend The Great Lover Of Truth
when the doctor comes out from his room and tells you
that you have cancer
and at stage IV
would you rather think that this must be a lie?
or when you find out that your wife is having an affair
with another man
and decides to leave you
alone
would you rather say that you prefer a lie?
or when your younger brother sailing on the seas
is kidnapped by professional pirates in Somalia
asking for a big amount for ransom
and you have no money to use to help him
would you still prefer this truth?
or when your father is hostaged by the rebels
and will be the next to be beheaded
and the government still does nothing
would you rather think that this is but a big joke
and not the truth?
think my friend, you were looking for the real toads
in that imaginary garden
these are these toads croaking now
in the middle of the heavy rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nine Weeks
Because I don’t want to know that you are going
And I’m sick of ignoring the problem of absence
I’ll miss you so much and that truth burns
So just let me be so I can prepare
For nine weeks of hell and
63 days of isolation
Because friends aren’t always enough
We grow fonder, in rage
We grow fonder, in sorrow
We grow fonder from lust
Nine weeks of hell
And 63 days of isolation
Few days of joy within them
I want this to end
I want this to stop
But you must leave
And we must suffer
We grow older apart
And for now we are children, ignorant and oblivious
To the chore of true love,
And the respect of each other's maturity
poem by Casey Stewart
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The Metaphoric Garden...
all the while, literalism
is wished. Why bother with some
allusions? One can be direct
to the point and be
understood point-blank,
no holds bar, black is black
and white is white,
a spade is a spade is a spade,
the cause is that which the cause
is caused,
bluntly, candidly,
what the heck is this
going around the bush
and figuring out
what is hidden through
symbols and
concealed through some
metaphors....
but my dear, this
is the realm of what we want you to know
and on the other hand
we also want you not to know
so well....
and that is, precisely
this thrill, remember those imaginary
toads in the
real garden?
or those real toads in the
imaginary garden,
feel them, they are all here,
hear them, but my god, by god,
you cannot see them
here... not yet....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Will Be Substitutes
and for him to be alive for another year
he takes the substitutes for such absence
he justifies
this absence shall make my heart grow fonder
he looks at himself in the mirror
and feels the gloss of the glass on his face
the pain is there and it may subside a little bit
but it is there and it has always been there
and it will always be there
always
the substitutes heal the surface and makes a scar
the real pain inside keeps piercing
to the bottom
always and it has always been there
like a cancer of love always, always creeping, growing
there is no cure
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Helped to Pack
It is said absence makes the heart grow fonder!
Some experience amnesia during these times,
And not only have been found in states of euphoria...
But hoping that the absence produced,
Creates a disappearing act!
And the one who sought to leave...
Never comes back!
Whoever coined that phrase,
About the absence of hearts and lonely days!
Never awakened against a slab of ice.
Or kneed in the groin,
By someone who has no depth going on!
And nothing to share...
But a blank thoughtless stare!
Someone like that...
Is often helped to pack!
Especially after many years,
Of being denied human contact!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Sextus Propertius in Elegies
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Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
quote by Elizabeth Ashley
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So Much Time Has Been Wasted
to be honest with you
so much of my time has been taken by this
foolishness
so much effort
squeezing my brain and stretching my bones
and pinching my ears
and biting my fingernails
this poetry
but what can i do?
i am hooked to its whims and caprices
it imagery and
logical imagination
got no regrets somehow
i still love this 'imaginary garden with real toads in them'
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
quote by Marianne Moore
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Her Last Lines Written While She Was Alone
on nights when she is alone in bed
she wakes up to dream of his touch
his long deep moans
she wonders from his chain of words
if her absence too did make his heart
grow fonder
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Proverbs often contradict one another, as any reader soon discovers. The sagacity that advises us to look before we leap promptly warns us that if we hesitate we are lost; that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight, out of mind.
quote by Leo Rosten
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The Pen
This pen that's privy to those lonely days
When to a distant shore my love did stray
Many a secret lie it held, there lays
Scribbled as mementos that scripts portray
Absence makes heart grow fonder, as they've said
As roses yearn for rain that seldom falls
But thirst not quenched by drink that's scarcely laid
Might fill its cup to toast in other halls
For dreams can always fade and hearts can change
Sweetness sours, to vinegar becomes
Time turns a bend hiding a love made strange
Uncertain of tomorrow, if it comes
This pen that wrote these lines which made her sigh
Alas, will have to scribe the word 'goodbye.'
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Thank You
Thanks for those who hated me;
You made me a stronger person.
Thanks for those who loved me;
You made my heart grow fonder.
Thanks for those who envied me;
You made my self-esteem grow stronger.
Thanks for those who cared;
You made me feel important.
Thanks for those who entered my life;
You made me who I am today.
Thanks for those who left;
You showed me nothing lasts forever.
Thanks for those who stayed.
You showed me the true meaning of
Love and Friendship
poem by Tiana Webb
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Imperfection From Absence
Send me a rose thorn for my love’s rejection
Or a rosebud for thy love’s confession
Ardent love sometimes shows picture of perfection
But the absence of your touch means less affection.
The gaiety brought by sweet amity
Altogether with cup of honesty
But despite your true love and your fidelity
The absence of your thought brings nothing but anxiety.
Notes from you were very few
To little for us to find our love anew
Absence they say makes the heart fonder
But truly, absence only makes our heart shatter.
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poem by Geraldine Fernandez
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A Few Advices To A Nephew Studying The Science Of Psychology
you say you want noise
so much noise in fact
in the middle of the night
to bury the boredom reigning in yourself.
i wonder if you have consulted the gods and goddesses of poertry.
if you have gone at the entrance of its temples.
one does not need noise to expunge boredom.
one needs only silence.
you tell me i am different. Sort of telling me you are different
and you belong to the wonders of your youth.
i am telling you, you are wrong my dear nephew.
you have taken so much noise, and you are lost.
you have disregarded the voice of your heart
and the furies will take the revenge.
the noise will take you like the Pied Piper of Hamelin
to the sea with all the rats and there
they will drown with you.
Take your time. Have fun with so much noise.
When this fails, and i know it will, please come back
and drink the lovely potion of silence.
This is the beginning
of poetry.
Some things are so real, in this poetic imagination.
As she once puts it: an imaginary garden with real toads in them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who Do I Believe?
They tell me you speak evily on me
You say you were joking or they're lying to make me angry
i am pondering who i should beleive
afterall you're the one who makes my insides bleed
You constantly break my heart over and over
but i refuse to get off the roller coaster
so what do i do
I can't live with or without you
i hate myself for letting you have this effect on me
why can't i be everything you need
why am i just a time slot
why won't you let me in your heart
you hurt me with the simplest of words
its like i'm under some curse
Because the feelings i can't banish
my heart is slowly starting to vanish
i fall for jerks like you
who would rather than love rip me in two
I don't know why i don't just let you go
Its harder then you'll ever know
for our past is the same which makes my feelings stronger
and how your are alone with me makes me grow fonder
fonder of your warm smile and soft and shiny hair
Fonder when your not here but knowing your there
Fonder of how we are with eachother when no one's around
we just fit together and don't care how
but they tell me the supposed nasty vicous things you say
i don't know who is true or who to blame
so i guess i'll slowly let you go as a test
to see if you think with me its best
poem by Jean Pullman
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When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,
And my eye in vain is seeking
Some green leaf to rest upon
What would not I give to wander
Where my old companions dwell
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well.
quote by John Milton
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Absence
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
is how the old saying goes.
For those who are truly in love
that saying is oh so true.
When hearts in love are apart,
the anguish is almost unbearable.
Each heart pining
for the other to be near.
If we should stumble, losing our way,
the love those two hearts have
will find one another again
to love another day.
22 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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