Nursing Home Eyes
Look into my window,
Observe silk flowers
Swaying to a ceiling fan breeze,
And a wallflower,
Wheelchair-bound at that.
Through the endlessness of hours,
I wait and watch, looking out
Past concrete and undernourished shrubs,
I see cars and bikes rushing by,
They keep me company.
Sun-faded draperies, once red, now pink,
Speak for years that have fallen behind me.
Suddenly I'm a slave to nostalgia,
Bound by silence, and distances,
See the photographs on my vanity?
Notice how they stare back at me
With abstract smiles for the out-to-pasture.
I know they are too busy,
Everyone has their own lives to live.
Hey... would you look into my world?
Can you spare just one moment
To share a single thought?
I know you don't have time to visit.
Yes, I am still here,
Alone, but
Alive!
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Cars Are Cars
Words & music by paul simon 1983
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Similarly made. similarly sold
In a motorcade. abandoned when theyre old
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Engine in the front. jack in the back
Wheels take the brunt. pinion and a rack
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
But people are strangers
They change with the curve
From time zone to time zone
As we can observe
They shut down their borders
And think theyre immune
They stand on their differences
And shoot at the moon
But cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Drive em on the left. drive em on the right
Susceptible to theft in the middle of the night
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
I once had a car
That was more like a home
I lived in it, loved in it
Polished its chrome
If some of my homes
Had been more like my car
I probably wouldnt have
Travelled this far
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
song performed by by Paul Simon
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The Old Man....
there is this garden that you tend
you put the seeds and they all sprout in time
time waters it
the changes take place
soon the flowers bloom and
you watch all these
with patience
there is this light feeling that comes
like butterfly wings
white against the dusk
there is nothing new in that garden
you are sick and takes the rest
you sit by the window
the same window all these 50 years
time is you boring attendant
independent from your grasp
it can exist without you
you sit and watch the world passing by
like a flower slowly unfolding
and you never notice it
you go out
you have recovered from a disease
you
take a walk
visit some friends
come back in the afternoon
you watch the view from the window
again
this you do perhaps for another 50 years
of your life
setting aside fears of not having to
step upon 60
life is short for those who have no one to love
it is the same field same mountain
bald and brown
same clouds
pale blue and drifting
same fog
fading like a magical show
same window
that you close again
because it is dark
and cold inside
your old wooden bed
that you have
inherited from your
forefathers
as usual
you take your sleep
time passes you by
the room is so silent
as though
it is the home for
the dead
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To The Aggies Of Ateneo De Davao Around The World
nostalgia is the word for all these now
we have the urge to look out the window and find
who we were: the joys of the college years that will tickle us
old friends and their memories like innocent children
coming on our laps asking for our embraces
old pictures make our hearts shrink a little only to grow
bigger like a bread from the pan
fresh and fuming with the flavor of wheat
nostalgia is the word for it
and time is its mother that nourishes with its milk
the past comes to us always with something greener
and a breather of mint and rosemary
some peppers and honeyed lemonades
nostalgia is the word for it
when our wings have gone far beyond the lands of our births
dissolving in the horizons of other lands
when our chirps are gone
nostalgia is the word for it
when we come back stronger this time and lovelier
with our wounds that healed
with our pains that lost its trick
nostalgia is the word for it
such is she a beautiful woman still even though the hairs have turned gray
and the breasts sag and the bones rattling like brittle sticks
nostalgia is the word for it and no matter where the winds of this world
and its cyclones and waves have taken us
we are back looking for the glitter of each other's eyes
and then we laugh and then the world has heard us
yes, nostalgia is the word that people seldom use
as they move on with their respective lives
but we are here once again
nostalgia is the theme, it is here and soon it will leave
we are once again full even for once
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Higher Bound
Well, Im easy to love
But Im harder to hold
Down through this earth
My story is told
Im a wheeling and a-winding down
Every road and every town
Im tumbling through the years
Higher bound!
Ive as many eyes
As ever were
And though Im older
Than the world
I am the very youngest thing
That ever did breath upon a pearl
I am a coat of many colours
With the coronation stone and the crown
Im tumbling through the years
Higher bound!
Im the song of the river
Speeding unceasing to the sea
Im alive!
Im in love!
Each and every time
Theres some for me
My head is in the stars
My feet are on the ground
Im tumbling through the years
Higher bound!
I filled the hall
At bru na boine
I saw the rose
Of mystery
Ive been a fish
Upon a coin
Complete
Ill never be...
Ill meet you on the mountain
When the mountain time comes around
Im tumbling through the years
Higher bound!
Im dancing through the years
Higher bound!
song performed by by Waterboys
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Money! !
Oh money!
Money, money, money! !
That day, oh money;
For how long should i wait for you to visit me?
Money rules and money is for power,
And the lack of money had made many to fall;
But the dead know nothing about you again.
Many have fallen due to the lack of money,
But my love is for the fish of the sea!
And to examine and observe the birds of the air;
But i am still waiting for my freedom on this earth.
My mind is with an idea and i want to express myself,
But to a world full of wars and less peace;
So what can i do without you oh money? !
The world is cast off and it is defiled,
And with dead men walking around us always to share with us;
But for how long should i wait for you oh money? ! !
Oh money, wher are you?
Where is your dwelling place so that i can visit you?
For i have to observe and examine you well when i do find you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Don't Mind, You Will Not Understand Anyway...
WATCHING this one
alone, for how can i ever
share this
private moment with
myself,
makes my heart beat
like a nose flute
singing
my blood boils like
a rice wine fresh from
the coconut tree
gathered by
the expert hands of
the native,
there is extreme happiness
in this alone-ness
that four hours i watch and
speak nothing
it is only i
who understands what is this
and why
the hours pass like
people in the mall
i stand and wait
and watch and
savor what i am seeing
my eyes do not tire
my hands press for more
waiting for the arrow
and the red line
boldly running from my
fingertips
what i love
can never make me exhausted
what i long for
makes me live some more
i worship
the none worshiper
i know someone
that i love that does not know me
and will never
be interested in me
a long time ago
i write about this
and this time
after all those years
i watch and write
the same
theme
not all of you
will be interested
some of you already
passed away
and perhaps in the
other world
finally understands
speaking now
only to my dreams of
the murky river
where all the fish
are grasping
for breaths
there is no sun here
air is less
but with what i see
daily
i am more
inspired to live
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sleeper Train
Written by dewey bunnell, bill mumy, and robert haimer, 1994
Found on hourglass.
I was on a sleeper train
Bound for anywhere
And I was gazin out the window
In a long stare
Watchin the sage brush go by
And a pink and yellow sky
Thinkin bout your eyes
Feelin good to be alive
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
And I was watchin the towns drift into view
Listenin to my thoughts of you
And the rhythm of the wheels
And the shadows on the hills
Leavin one more life behind
Never knowin what Id find
Such a distant great expanse
And the dust-devils, they dance
And I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
Abandon everything that went before
Ahead now lies another open door
Abandon everything that went before
I was on a sleeper train
Bound for anywhere
And I was gazin out the window
In a long stare
Watchin the sage brush go by
And a pink and yellow sky
Thinkin bout your eyes
Feelin good to be alive
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
The train kept rollin
song performed by by America
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I Want To Live On An Abstract Plain
Ive had it with this town
I never saw those shifting skies
I never saw the ground
Or the sunset rise
I want to live on an abstract plane
Im building a frame
A place to put my ten-yard stare
Thinking of that paint
Painted in plein-air
I want to live on an abstract plane
I need a new adress
I want some new terrain
Is it north or south?
I want to live on an abstract plain
I could sit on the roof
On top of that abstract house
See my abstract view
An abstract mouse
I want to live on an abstract plane
I need a new adress
Tell me Im not insane
Is it up or down?
I want to live on an abstract plane
song performed by by Frank Black
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There is a park
In the middle of a busy city
there’s a park
where the noise of the rushing traffic
and passers by
do not transcend the tranquillity
and where nature cares
for its own
and the sound of silence
let me almost hear the shrubs,
flowers and grass grow.
poem by Gert Strydom
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As I sit and wait
As I sit and wait time is all I have to save
For in life all I am is a slave
To those who search for death
They come as I sit and wait for them to steal
All they see in me is their next meal
They come for the flesh and blood
As I sit upon this step I weep
For they will come if I sleep
To take me whith them to the caves
There they shall huddle in the dark
And they shall leave their mark
As they take the blood and life from those who live
And after they have taken their share
They shall bring us back as one of them, and into death we stare
As they wait for dark to fall so they can come once more
As I sit and wait time is all I have to save
For in life all I am is a slave
To those who search for death
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Homeward Bound
I want to sit at home in my rockin chair
I dont want to travel the world
As far as Im concerned Ive had my share
But times more precious than gold
I dont wanna see another airplane seat
Or another hotel room
The home life to me seems really neat
I just wanna unpack for good
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (oh homeward bound
Well it all seems the same when youve done it before
Theres no difference in the style
Theres no end insight or my own front door
Ill be a stay at home for awhile
So Ill have another drink and a cigarette
Just to console myself some how
Its not too bad if you can forget
Ive just got to find a way somehow
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (oh homeward bound
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Just A Moment
at the busy crossroad
the traffic jam
is complete
all roads crowded
all kinds of vehicles
have to stop
while their futile waiting time
disappears in stress
a cacophony of people
just talking about
them selves
complaining
about their situation
overpowering the impatient honking
of other drivers
still in their cars
in the queue
what should I do
secure the door
wait and watch the scenery
from my point of view
the intimacy
of the space
I feel is my own
or
open the window
and become a part
of the cram
hearing different sounds
creating
another way
homeward bound
©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Alberta Bound
Oh the prairie lights are burnin bright
The chinook wind is a-movin in
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
Though Ive done the best I could
My old luck aint been so good and
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
No one-eyed man could eer forget
The rocky mountain sunset
Its a pleasure just to be alberta bound
I long to see my next of kin
To know what kind of shape theyre in
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Oh the skyline of toronto
Is somethin youll get onto
But they say youve got to live there for a while
And if you got the money
You can get yourself a honey
A written guarantee ta make you smile
But its snowin in the city
And the streets and brown and gritty
And I know theres pretty girls all over town
But they never seem ta find me
And the one I left behind me
Is the reason that Ill be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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The Awaited Visit
A True Story;
As experienced and written by Ron Tranmer
I decided to go to a rest home
to see an old friend one day.
I stopped to speak to a lady
who I noticed was looking my way.
She was happy that I came over.
There was something she wanted to say.
She smiled and said from her wheelchair,
"My boy will come visit today."
It's been quite a while since I've seen him,
He's always quite busy you know…
He doesn't live too far from here,
And he knows that I love him so.
Each morning as I rise from bed
My prayer is the same as I say,
Father In Heaven, I ask but one thing,
That my boy will come visit today.
He was always such a good boy.
And the only child we had.
He was only 10 years old
When I lost my husband…his dad.
He married soon after college.
And got a great job with good pay
He calls me at times on the telephone,
But I know he'll come visit today.
I'm lonely here in the rest home.
How I long for my son to come by.
They tell me my health is now failing,
But he'll visit before I must die."
I leaned over and gave her a hug
And the tears on my cheeks wiped away.
She smiled and said, there's no need to cry,
My boy will come visit today."
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Bound For Glory
Out on the trans-canada highway
There was a girl hitchhiking with her dog
Fireflies buzzin round her head
Like candles in the fog.
He was three miles down the road
Tryin to stay up, but he knew that he couldnt
She was looking for a ride through the night
But out there, who wouldnt.
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two comets heading for a bed.
She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an 84 international and two kids
He left back home with his wife.
He was tired of writin letters to himself
And living in the dark
She was open to suggestions
And some say she had a broken heart.
He had everything he wanted
til it all turned out to be a job
One fallen asleep trucker
And a girl hitchhiking with her dog.
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two comets heading for a bed.
She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an 84 international and two kids
He left back home with his wife.
Out on the trans-canada highway
The sun came climbing up the cab
By the time it hit the window they were wakin up
From what little sleep they had.
When that heat hit the blankets
They were looking for love at second sight
Just starin in each others eyes
Findin it in the mornin light.
They were bound for glory
Bound for living on the edge
They were bound for each other
Like two blankets layin on a bed.
She had a new way of living
New way of looking at life
He had an 84 international and two kids
He left back home with his wife.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Seasons of Life- Haibun! ! ! !
I gather dry leaves,
Autumnal hues still alive;
Fresh flowers fade, wilt.
Poppies dance in breeze,
Bright red nodding their head,
On crowded pathway.
Hot winds are blowing,
Stay indoors, sip lemon tea;
Await evening breeze.
Pomegranate-
Arils the shade of garnets,
Jewels, on my plate.
Sun is westward bound,
I gaze from a rock on beach…
Silence, despite crowd.
Slowly, darkness creeps,
Water reflects temple lights
On the banks of Ganges.
Bones ache, lie awake;
Oh, grandfather clock strikes twelve.
Someone snores, next door.
A storm is raging,
Not alone in my misery;
I have some company.
Have a fitful sleep,
Someone nudges my elbow-
Morning smiles, tip toe…
Sun’s rays light up room
Slowly lifts weariness, gloom
Snug, pull up my quilt.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Stranglehold
Can I get you to give me a minute of your time?
Can I get you to slip me the answer?
Can I get you to slow me a little of your mime?
You were always a very good dancer
Id be happy to show you a bit of what I found
Id be happy to share in its beauty
Id be happy to lay low inevitably bound
I would only be doing my duty.
I wait, I wait, I can wait, I can wait back in the bar
I can wait, I can wait , I can wait back in the car
Ill be waiting for you
Stranglehold, you know youve got on me
I dont want to go without you.
Stranglehold, youve got me where you want me
But I want to know more about you I want to know more
About you.
Are you willing to wager a little of your life?
Are you willing to take such a gamble?
Are you ready to walk on the edge of the knife?
Then I think we can skip the preamble.
I wait, I wait, I can wait. I cant wait back in the bar,
I can wait, I can wait, I can wait back in the car
Ill be waiting for you. Ill be waiting...
Stranglehold, you know, youve got on me
I dont want to go without you
Stranglehold, youve got me where you want me
And I want to know more about you I want to know more
About you.
I can wait, I can wait back in the bar I can wait, I can wait
I can wait back in the car Ill be waiting for you.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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In the thought of you
In the thought of you
~
What comfort to the night
The thought of you does bring
What warmth to the heart
When I hold you imagining
The embrace of two lovers
Fully entwined in each other
Lost in a solitary look
Where two eyes are bound
How beautiful it all does seem
To ease the mind at night
I sleep with a smile in place
While I picture your company
What more could I ask
Than to be present with you
To share in a moment of time
To find a comfort in the night
Only found in the thought of you
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Afraid to love
When love was sweet and life was good,
I thought I could never love anyone as deep,
Optimism found me in another mood,
And made promise to live and die to keep.
But after I found out the painful truth,
My heart rearranges and preserves the pain,
Hold each moment within a single thought,
I became afraid to love again.
And all the promises kind winds blow,
Opportunity into lovely notes of pleasant tune,
Through the door and at my window,
I am still afraid to love again.
When I fall asleep capsize into twisted realism,
In tears I tell myself the only secret I fear,
If chance comes by I may never love again,
Although I long to share the joy with another.
Who may be standing somewhere in the shadow,
And stare at me, but I am bound to be there,
I've turn away, yet if love could make the fear go,
And become the vestige of care.
What love so great can set my spirit free?
By night and day freedom gain from fear,
Left deep compositions haunting me,
In moods and wounds which go deep and near.
poem by Gerry Legister
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100 Years
I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly youre wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 youre on your way
Every day's a new day...
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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