A sad day
laden with pent up emotions
an erupting volcano
haiku by Rizvana Parveen
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Anger within me
Volcano is erupting
River of hot tears
The Flowers Of Compassion
i accept
emotions, who can disregard it
without getting
sick and so i accept all emotions as real
as my tongue
bitten by my teeth
and bleeding
as i taste blood
like
nectar from a
a tiny flower that you pull
with your
cruel hands
i am a bouquet of the yellow
flowers of
an emotional breakdown
the doctor who is a poet
writes that
poem
the heart shrinks like a fake
cloth from
the chinks
it is a drowning man who never
knows the hands that swim
in the body of a woman
i accept all emotions of anger and pain and
envy and
hate (that is as crazy as an erupting volcano
wiping out a town
from the face of the province
burying those who are still screaming
in a number of seconds
the town becomes a flattened rock
a steel plate still fuming
mad with
toxic smoke
time sides with me
the saints and angels come
in hordes and hordes
God points his finger to my heart
the flowers of compassion bloom
a new landscape is drawn
i am converted. i am new.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For So Long
In the
chambers
of
my heart
I have
admired
you
for so
long
like a
volcano
erupting
looking
up
there
you
stood
as I have
known
you for
so long
such
an
explosion
unthinkable.
poem by Heather Burns
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Sonnet: The Volcano of Corruption
The evil nexus is a Volcano,
Erupting smoke and fire very oft;
Destroying gorgeous landscapes that we know,
And turning hard, arable land that’s soft.
Sometimes, it seems so indolent to look;
So, people build their habitats too near;
But when its lava, righteous men does cook,
It spreads around a psychosis of fear!
No one can put the volcano’s fire off!
It lives as long as people on earth live;
And smoke of granite, sulfur, it can cough;
To man and beast, lung disease, it can give.
God only tames this natural disaster!
Yet, prayers can bring solutions faster.
poem by John Celes
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The Scream That I Have Seen And Cannot Forget....
we were in that boat
behind us is an erupting volcano
vomiting lava
we have to jump out
the sinking boat and there
is that man
without everything, eyes, nose, ears,
hair
teeth, except a huge mouth like
an inflated balloon
then nothing but waves
and silence....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Things Sometimes Do Not Work Out The Way You Expect Them To Be
familiarity
to failure is not a easy
task, you get entangled
to a confusion
and you lose reason
sometimes
emotions pour
like lava
you have become this
erupting volcano
and time
solidifies hot magma
solid mountains
of rock
on beautiful formations
from a recent fury
like you
like what you feel
in the middle of anger
let all these make
a free flow
and simply wait and
watch
patience brings
the most beautiful
shape in you
sculpture of angry
thoughts settling
in the contours
of your peace and
quiet
then solidified
understanding
rocks and boulders
strengths and
principles and
a self newly forged
strong and bold
an edifice of
yourself now
like this new mountain
silent and daring
to nature imposing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Panic Showed....
do not misconstrue
panic
or hysteria
do not underestimate
schizoprenia
what is buried
come out as a set of hands
looking for
the pair of eyes
so it can see and feel
do not underate
that laughter or scream
it was that big boat
and behind is that volcano
erupting
your silence was then at the loudest
the answers
to all the questions sit on the bench
at the dark kiosk
proud like a pillar
dignified like the bust of the hero in copper and lead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Stop Me, Please
I had to be here to express relief!
Don't stop me...
Please.
I had pent up emotions needing release!
Don't stop me...
Please.
I once had shied away from my own mistakes.
I once denied I even made them.
But I awakened with a need to admit...
My perfectness,
Was not a perfect fit!
I had to be here to express relief!
Don't stop me...
Please.
I had pent up emotions needing release!
Don't stop me...
Please.
When I was wrong I couldn't handle it!
I would run to hide afraid like a kid.
I have grown to my own benefit.
And...
Ready to express my own childishness!
So don't stop me,
Please!
I had to be here to express relief!
Don't stop me...
Please.
I have emotions needing to be release!
Don't stop me...
Please.
When I was wrong I couldn't handle it!
I would run to hide afraid like a kid.
Now I see how that was quite childish.
I am here to ask for your forgiveness.
So don't stop me,
Please!
I am to ask for your forgiveness.
So don't stop me,
Please!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Volcano
Volcano
By: jimmy buffett, keith sykes, harry dailey
1979
Chorus:
Now i don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
Let me say now i don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Ground she's movin' under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulphur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly
Chorus:
Let me hear ya now i don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Now my girl quickly say to me
Mon you better watch your feet
Lava come down soft and hot
You better lava me now or lava me not
Chorus:
Let me say now i don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
-- spoken: "mr utley..."
No time to count what i'm worth
'cause i just left the planet earth
Where i go i hope there's rum
Not to worry mon soon come
Chorus:
Now i don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
One more now i don't know (ah he don't know)
I don't know (he don't know, mon)
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
But i don't want to land in new york city
Don't want to land in mexico (no no no)
Don't want to land on no three mile island
Don't want to see my skin aglow (no no no)
Don't want to land in commanche sky park
Or in nashville, tennessee (no no no)
Don't want to land in no san juan airport
Or the yukon territory (no no no)
Don't want to land no san diego
Don't want to land in no buzzards bay (no no no)
Don't want to land on no ayotollah
I got nothing more to say
Chorus:
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
Just a one more, i don't know (he don't know)
I don't know (i don't know, man)
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Unruly Dragon in Porcelain Equilibrium
Feral fires in your fluid soul
the magma of your volatile thoughts
are bubbles of molten emotions
erupting from the crater
of a flaming volcano.
The raving lava gushes forth wildly.
It carries suspended crystals,
it streams down the mountain slopes,
drawing over them
intractable arabesque patterns.
Then high above the mountain peaks
an eagle spreads its wide wings
among amorphous clouds
flying free boldly in the crumbly sky.
And like quietude after a storm,
your restless mind,
a turbulent brain craves for calm
and respite: A passionate heart
striving for soothing relief
in porcelain equilibrium.
But the unruly dragon
must cascade through wild rapids
before the tamed river of fervor
can flow slowly
from the restricting gorge
into the placid lake
of chamomile harmonies.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Six Fifteen In The Evening
got to go
got a class at 6: 30
and it is a long drive
to the university
just read your poem
about this Adonis thing
and the dog barking the wrong tree
and the calming down of
a car travelling on a narrow pathway
which might hit a pole
and there might be trouble
please, poems have nothing
to do with our realities, but just
imaginary gardens with
imaginary toads in them.
gtg.. i will explain later.
there is no volcano erupting
it is just about the universal
angst of the universal man in his
universal brief.
nothing grows nothing dies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sport can bring communities together and can release a lot of pent-up emotions.
quote by Ian Botham
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SUPpRESSED DESIRES
Her only home is herself
her only contact to her body
her hands
untouched by man who want
to sleep with her in the nest
of desire,
she refuses all offers
regardless of color and shape
deep within her
pressure is building
like a tornado
but she keeps herself
composed like a placid lake
like an undisturbed sky
glittering with the beauty of
the stars
a volcano is erupting inside
her breasts
she refuses hands and lips
and mouths
her house is herself
abandoned by the sun
and the rain
she is alone and too lovely
still
the moon tonight by her
open window shall be her lover
she is after all a metaphor
of suppressed desires.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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at the ULTIMA cLUB
WATching the 4D movie
of the
lOST iSLAND, Got bitten almost
by a snake
the plane crashes beside
an erupting volcano
meanwhile the aborigenes
keep on shooting with their spears
the woman beside me
screams
to this illusion as i keep
waiting when will this
unnecessary thing end
i want to go to the door and take
my escape from this
hallowed
commercialism, consumerism
and wastage of my
shattering humanity
my dripping soul absorbed
by the dry money paper
laundered in the group laughter
sun shine, all artificial man made
creations of the mind boggling
like a crayon doddle
fingers scratching for meaning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One of the most amazing locations I've ever been is the top of the volcano in Tanzania, Africa. It's an actual volcano where you really have this lava every day.
quote by Jan de Bont
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Pent up lust
The pent up lust like the pent up anger
Is the sealed boiler, bent to explode.
The spent out lust, like the spent out anger,
Is lidless cauldron, empty by vapour.
Men are pent up and harlots are spent out.
Where is the juice of life?
03.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He Sees Me This Way~
He sees me as some sort of sex symbol
That he wants to control
His daydreams jump my bones
And love me all the way to my marrow
A kind of skin on skin ravaging
Sweat drenched sheets overcome by
A deluge of lusty actioned storms
A virtual expose' of temporarily insane positions
Filled to the brim with the ups and downs
Of a more or less frictioned rhythmn
Heated to absolute bliss
With no turning back
And satisfaction coming as a pulsating volcano erupting
Like lava spewed everywhere and anywhere
Yes, he sees me this way!
poem by Theodora Onken
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I wrote a novel about Israelis who live their own lives on the slope of a volcano. Near a volcano one still falls in love, one still gets jealous, one still wants a promotion, one still gossips.
Sunrise, Sunshine
time for my sunrise
time for sun shining
spreading the warmth
for all those colder nooks
time for light on my window
time for the songs of the wind
time for the plunge
time for the depths
time for the surfacing of all thing supressed
time for exposing all those hidden
it is time for love it is time for its fulfillment
overheating desire, unquenched thirst, i am taking all the waters,
i am drinking the fullness, i am swallowing the goodness
of all of you, i am drinking your rivers, i am swimming your seas,
i am climbing your hills, i am plunging in your valleys,
i am erupting as your volcano, my hot flaming magma all yours
flowing in your belly, filling all your thighs & all your empty pores
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Satisfaction
Sharing s[w]eep[s]takes s[t]ates each sense
As in a magic meeting meant
To imprint a permanent
Inner impression, stamp intense
Satisfaction vast, immense.
Futile and irrelevant.
Appears defense as discontent
Can’t flourish under false pretense,
Turns Life’s joke at its own expense
In catharsis heaven sent, -
Osmosis as emotions pent
Now outpour in wonderment...
10 April 1998 in database but possibly
16 August 1996 revised 26 November 2006
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Satisfaction
Souls share as sweetness sweeps each sense
At last in magic meeting meant
To permeate a permanent
Imprint in the mind, immense
Satisfaction, deep, intense.
Futile and irrelevant
Are all defenses. Discontent
Can’t flourish under false pretense,
Turns Life’s joke at its expense
In a catharsis heaven sent, -
Osmosis as emotions pent
Now overflow with wonderment...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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