Unstoppable Travels
In the room read
All alone;
Books and poems
Becoming Home -
Beyond the door
Resides things tearing away pieces of me,
Only unattainable dreams
Of where I might be.
If a way out there
I myself am unable to find,
I shall freely travel with great joy
Along beautiful backroads and timeless trails
Of my own unchangeable mind.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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After A Long Travel
after a long travel
on a trip well planned
when most of the hours
are spent inside the car
where you dream
about what lies there
on the place of your destination
some flowers
and treks on mountain trails
and bridges
and rivers where you look down below
cloud-filled skies
and big mountains with enormous
shadows and cold places
at their peaks
you find rest somewhere
on a rock under a big pine tree
high on this plateau
where you can see
the green valley below
you think of home
your bed and your room
and the poetry books
and some love poems
of friends that you
miss reading
you realize you are getting old
and your taste for the world has gone cold
inside another long journey is waiting
and you think it is more exciting
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nobody Can Take My Dreams From Me
(Danoff)
There are minstrels and beggars, poems in the sight of the king.
Sometimes they sleep in the daytime, come out in the night time and sing.
They come into the castle, through whatever window they can find, they come into your mind.
Dreams of flying, dreams of being free. No one can take my dreams from me.
No one can take my dreams from me.
You can bind me in chains, lock me up in a jailhouse to rot.
And if you come to see me, you might think I'm there but I am not.
They can sail into prison, find their way through any basement door, they can offer you more.
Dreams of flying, dreams of being free. No one can take my dreams from me.
No one can take my dreams from me.
You can take my money, take my reputation, can even take my color TV,
no one can take my dreams from me. No one can take my dreams from me.
No one can take my dreams from me.
song performed by by John Denver
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Trails Of A Face
As I travel the trails of a face
two lakes of brilliant blue lay quite
on the foothills of a lonely peak
Great canyons of age stretch long
across the open plains, concluding
in the gaping abyss that spits
forth our soul. All this i see
as i travel the trails of a face
poem by Jackson Taymans
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Oh The Poems
OH THE POEMS AND THE POEMS AND THE POEMS
Oh the poems and the poems and the poems
Oh the love of Literature
Oh all that stuff
I have given my life to-
Words and meanings and feelings
Pages and pages and pages –
What it is all this literary life for?
When out the window out the door
With our eyes we see in an instant other worlds other dreams?
I don’t know and I will never know
And Literature is certainly far more than I can say it is-
Oh the poems and this poem and this day turning grey
And all my life old and old and more old and more old-
Oh why oh why oh why
And always back to God
My last rescue and refuge and escape
I who have read so much Great Literature
And can only write this-
Oh the why and the oh oh oh and the words
And the whole world of Literature
I would belong to and do not.
Oh the words oh the world oh the Literature
Oh God help me please can’t you please help me a little or not?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Read Today A Hundred Poems
I read today a hundred poems
And cannot find
A single one that moved me -
Perhaps it is not the poems
But my poetic soul
that has no life -
I remember a poem
I read yesterday by Neruda
How beautiful how deep
How filled with passion and longing-
How rich in surprise-
I marvel at the greatness
Of his Poetry of Love-
There is Poetry
One only has to read a true poet
To find it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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It Might Have Been
The saddest words
Of tongue or pen
Are these four words
It might have been
We had big dreams
We made big plans
How could they slip
Right through our hands
Instead of tearing
Our own hands to pieces
Why don't we try
To right what we've done wrong
It's not too late
To set things straight
Let's never say
It might have been
Instead of tearing
Our own hands to pieces
Why don't we try
To right what we've done wrong
It's not too late
To set things straight
Let's never say
It might have been
song performed by by Neil Young
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Have Love--will Travel
(greenaway/stephens)
Yesterday it was all over
Thought Id lost the love of my life
He took a one-way ticket on an east-bound train
Told me he was never coming back again
But I just got a telegram that read
Hey
Have love--will travel
Thats all it had to say
Have love--will travel
Hes on his way
Im happy now
Have love--will travel
Four little words that mean so much
He knows I need him
So hes coming home
Hurry on down to the station
Hell be on the 9:49
Had to get my hair done it was such a mess
And every cent I had went on this brand new dress
Today I got a telegram that read
Hey
Have love--will travel
Thats all it had to say
Have love--will travel
Hes on his way
Im happy now
Have love--will travel
Four little words that mean so much
He knows I need him
So hes coming home
Have love--will travel
Thats all it had to say
Have love--will travel
Hes on his way
Im happy now
Have love--will travel
Four little words that mean so much
He knows I need him
So hes coming home
Hes coming home
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Since You Went Away
You said you couldnt tell the doormat from my face
You said if I had brains I would pawn them
Could be Ive finally gotten up off of my thumbs
Could be that youre the one that was on them
Cause the plants have grown
The dog came home
The bills are all getting paid
Things are much better since you went away
And Ive changed my looks
I read new books
Ive got friends that mean what they say
Things are much better since you went away
You said without your help I couldnt tie my shoes
You said without a doubt Id be stranded
Could be that you were right and you had to fly the coop
Could be the eagle finally has landed
Cause the plants have grown
The dog came home
The bills are all getting paid
Things are much better since you went away
And Ive changed my looks
I read new books
Ive got friends that mean what they say
Things are much better since you went away
When I was younger I was told without another
Id be incomplete and deflated
My chosen one has chosen to befriend another
And to my surprise -
Im elated!
Cause the plants have grown
The dog came home
The bills are all getting paid
Things are much better since you went away
And Ive changed my looks
I read new books
Ive got friends that mean what they say
Things are much better since you went away
[repeat]
song performed by by Monkees
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On A Trip Well Planned
When Most Of The Hours
Are Spent Inside The Car
Where You Dream
About What Lies There
On The Place Of Your Destination
Some Flowers
And Treks On Mountain Trails
And Bridges
And Rivers Where You Look Down Below
Cloud-Filled Skies
And Big Mountains With Enormous
Shadows And Cold Places
At Their Peaks
You Find Rest Somewhere
On A Rock Under A Big Pine Tree
High On This Plateau
Where You Can See
The Green Valley Below
You Think Of Home
Your Bed And Your Room
And The Poetry Books
And Some Love Poems
Of Friends That You
Miss Reading
You Realize You Are Getting Old
And Your Taste For The World Has Gone Cold
Inside Another Long Journey Is Waiting
And You Think It Is More Exciting
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Picking Up the Pieces
Picking up the pieces
You scattered across the floor
When you in a fit of rage
Walked out the door
You cared not what you had done
Nor the hurt you were to cause
Your bitterness was so great
Within your jealous rage
You tore so many leaves
From our daily page
You yelled and screamed
Letting no other’s words in
You accused with contempt
At what everyone had to say
Blaming everyone for your misgivings
Saying it was all their fault
Two small faces watch from the hall
At your reckless wrath
With tears of fear they watch
As you smash things against the wall
You have no thought of what you do to them
No thought whatever at all
You are so consumed with rage
At things you’ve made up in your mind
You see not the hurt
You are going to leave behind
When you barge passed them
To get out the door for ever more
Now I’m left picking up the pieces
Hoping that they will all fit
Comforting the victims
Of your fit of jealous rage
Hoping I can find enough pieces
To start a new daily page
poem by David Harris
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Home Truth
I hung up the phone tonight
Just as you said I love you
Once this would have been coincidence
Now these things start to bother me
You still close your eyes when I kiss you
And I close mine too
But we didnt open them again
Quite as wide as we should
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
Does your touch feel the same as it should do
Or is it someone quite similar
Who killed me with kindness last night
Now do I look at all familiar?
But none of these things seem to matter
Since weve grown apart
Id put back the pieces of whats shattered
But I dont know where to start
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
And I feel like a clown
Its tearing me up
Its tearing me down
You say which are the lies that you tell me
Well where do I begin?
So I turn on the tv again
And the world comes crashing in
Is it my shirt or my toothpaste
That is whiter than white?
Is it the lies that I tell you
Or the lies that I might?
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Perpetual Dream Of Life
How few shall ever know
dreams as dreamed
by inspired Edgar Alan Poe.
Edgar Allan Poe dreamed
great poetic dreams
and spun them
into poems which may
intrigue or sadden us,
some of these poems
attain haunting resonance
within the mind,
his poems are dreams
within the
perpetual dream of life.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Short Poem Written At The Moment When A Rising River Looked Like A Rolling Ocean
I was stubborn by nature and addicted to perfect lines,
fought to the death to find words that startle.
Now in old age my poems flow out freely, the way
flowers and birds forget deep sorrow in spring.
A new water pavilion has been built for fishing with a rod.
I choose to use a bamboo raft instead of a boat.
If only my thoughts were guided by poets Tao and Xie,1
we'd travel and together write poems.
Beautiful Things
Beautiful things
Are comin my way
Beautiful things
I want them to stay
But after a while
My beautiful things
Dont seem beautiful at all
Terrible things
Like when you wake up
And all of your dreams
Seem to crack up
Like things you have done
Like breakin my heart
For you it dont seem
Terrible at all
Is there someone I can talk to?
Someone on the line?
Does anybody want to hear
Whats on my mind?
Beautiful things
Like leaves on a tree
Beautiful things
The sky and the sea
Since youve been gone
No beautiful things
Seem beautiful to me
Is there someone I can talk to?
Someone out there on the line?
Does anybody want to hear
Whats on my mind?
Make the grass grow in the garden
When the rain is passin by
Does anybody want to know
Whats on my mind?
song performed by by Roxette
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My intellectual shortcomings
He loves books
Books that he cannot buy
He gets the intellect
He gets the mind
He gets rich in time
Trusting his instincts
He buys books
That he cannot read anymore
He gets so many minds
He loses his intellect
With all regret to what
Happened, he loses his face
And wants to recover at least his eyes
By writing some of these poems.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It doesn’t really matter
A little inconvenient
This time for separation.
It is untimely. When things
Become beautiful.
You leave me. When
Emotions start to be
Whole again. You shatter.
Glass so fragile. Broken
To pieces before my feet.
But I don’t really mind.
I don’t mind. I am also
Ready to go. I have
Prepared my wings
For the strong winds.
So I don’t mind if
You too fly away.
The best way is that
Nothing is left.
Things shatter themselves
To pieces. We shall not
Be brave enough to see.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Objectified
All beautiful things meet their demise
Flowers in bloom surely will die
Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Clouds of gray spoil the light of the skies
The ocean must fall in order to rise
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
I knew I was doomed when you first said, “Hi.”
Two ships in the night, we were bound to collide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Four months can pass in the blink of an eye
We lose ourselves without having to try
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
The simplest words become hard to define
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Your pay the price to take this ride
Slowly, you find that you’re living a lie
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Pictures of us will fade over time
We become strangers in a world so wide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
You’ll keep on searching for what you won’t find
You’ll lose your faith while I lose my mind
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Sometimes your morals get left behind
It will be too late when you realize
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
poem by Vaida Marea
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In Dreams
Roy orbison
A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
Go to sleep. everything is all right.
I close my eyes, then I drift away
Into the magic night. I softly say
A silent prayerlike dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.
In dreams I walk with you. in dreams I talk to you.
In dreams youre mine. all of the time were together
In dreams, in dreams.
But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone.
I cant help it, I cant help it, if I cry.
I remember that you said goodbye.
Its too bad that all these things, can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams in beautiful dreams.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Poems About.
There are poems that you will never see
Marked in a folder titled 'privacy'
Poems of hate and anger and personal pain
Poems about greed and hunger and personal gain
Poems about people I would love to see dead
Poems about women I met
Poems about relationships that have gone bad
Poems about issues with mom and dad
Poems about me, the person no one knows
Poems about places where only my soul goes
Poems I wish I could place in the clouds for all to read
Poems about lust, selfishness and greed
Poems I know will hurt those I hate
Poems I write by complete mistake
Poems I have hidden in my heart and my head
Poems about things that are better left unsaid
Poems I want to share and poems I want to retract
Poems of shame and how others might act
They stay in my psyche, they are a part of me
These poems I write, but you will never see.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Welcome To The Door Of Freedom
this is the door of freedom
you just got in
i have a room beyond this room
no one has entered yet
between this door and my room
is a space
this is where some pieces of my are left
but soon they will be taken back
to be kept inside my palms
to be hidden once again from you
when you get in
you will be introduced to the ritual of knowing
what you do not know
what you cannot know
what shall be hidden forever from you
and you shall be a little bit
disappointed
but you must insist
you have to repeat your name many times
you will sort out the letters
there are onions and chilies
they will make you cry
and then you will wish upon another door
this time it is your door
towards your own room
you will doubt about breathing
about windows and exits
and then you begin to ask
if all these are worth it
you decide.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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