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Crowded

Here I am
My trun to
sit at the
table

I've seen it
happening long
ago when
Perry Mason

was still in
black and white
Who knew he was
gay

I've visualized it
as I've read
books about famous
trials

Waiting for
the moment
Listening for
the moment

But there are
No attornerys
leaping to their
feet here

There's barely
enough room
at the table
for me

Attorney takes up part
My investigator takes up part
Then there's our notes
evidence and such

Not much room left
even for the water
the cups the napkins or
me

poem by Tom J. Mariani
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A Round Table

we have this round table
and we put all our hands
on it when we eat and
drink and just talk for
hours and hours and
listen. And we ask what
is happening: Karding
broke a leg and Delia
is looking for the money.
Always it is the money.
Always she is short of
the money. And there
were jewelries hanging
on her neck and arms
and fingers, and we all
ask at this round table:
what is happening?
Nothing, don't mind at
all, this is just a part of
the round table, some
wine glass that broke
and must be swept at
once. We keep away the
sound of a crying pig.
We eat pigs here at this
round table. Then we shifted
the talk about our dead
parents. We pray. We
remember we keep on
saying this. We finish eating
the pig. We drink a very
cold water. Our throats
are irritated and we step
out of the room wanting
to pull away our tongues.

when we come back the
round table is empty.
and we laugh about a
joke that we remember.
our childhood games
the river, and the boat
that father made for us.

we turn off the tv and we
begin to talk about the
beautiful flowers in mother's
old garden, the secret one.

we agree. we miss it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Days Of Waiting

an old man
a black book
a cigarette
and some smoke
a room
a black suit
a table and a footstool
a poetry to read
and then
a sound sleep....

there are dreams that follow
soon
but like his grand
days of youth
he will find it hard to remember..

his days and nights
are nothing but matters of waiting
and waiting
all these
drag.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The dining room in my old house was truly magnificent, but by far the worst room for conversation. I'd get up from the table, a very long table, and somebody would always say, Paul, I never got to talk to you.

quote by Paul Lynde
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Room

Life takes
Without warning
Like flood heaving
Under the bed
Into the living room.

Suddenly, water rises up
To the waist, and you
Are a second too late to save
Journals, bed sheets, shoes,
Cassette tapes, and the old
Television set. Even the expired
Job contract is sailing in slow,
Oblivious movements
To your arms.

So much humanity lies
Dead in this room-
Turned-sea. One moment,
And life is watered down
By waves of grief.

But something survives
And you hear it calling:
There, the phone is afloat
On a tray, its voice muffled
By rain.
You rush to lift the receiver
As if it possesses
Life’s last pulse.

The voice comes
Clear, as if it weren’t a world
Away. Water is wailing

At your feet, but a brief
Exchange of words, and life

Takes you to a warm,
Familiar shore.

poem by Ronald Baytan
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The art of living

at the center of my room
delight
on fresh roses
like your
red lips

on my bed
soft and warm silk blankets
strawberry juice on the side table
and cherry on the
glass

the window is open
fresh air from the sea
cools the room

silence is gold here
and solitude is silver

every moment is
a moment
every hour is not a rush
but on softer touch

every inch of skin
is a caress
every thought is
beautiful

every reality is true
embracing and embraced

this is the art of living
every second a relaxation

sleep comes on cat's feet
like a cloud drifting away

peace in the corner
privacy in my door

and yes, love is always
air-conditioned.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Certain Doubt

it has been here
do you see it? she points to a
black spot
on the white mantel

it's been there i said
never shall it be removed
it is part of the landscape on the table
and without which,
mind you
this table would be incomplete

she feels uneasy about it
there is this certain doubt if she really knows
about me

it is enough that she sits by my side
lays her head on my shoulder and then we enjoy
most the silence
between our concerns

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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untitled ONE

early morning
it will be the same sound
of cocks
crowing,

harbingers of
a new day

up on the tree
their only guide whether to
take the jump
to the ground is the
sun,

she is safe in sleep
as i take the usual journey
again
with all the cocks
crowing

the trees have black leaves
roads and fences are bold strokes
of the Chinese brush
from a painter in Vietnam
i remember
his feet are cut

one wonders if we can be whole
again
when the fragile glasses of our arms
are all broken

early mornings when
the hens are silent

when the ref murmur
a nameless song

when i sound like an empty
gong
love emaciated
like a malnourished
African child

one exhibits the boredom
of his words like
one malling without anything
in mind to buy
nothing specific except
the will to kill time
that does not serve
any use

at the pasta room
where the tea people are not around
on one table the two lesbians are drinking beer
while the two queers on the
other table near the rest room
are exchanging some pleasantries
of notes
they are not singing
but giggling

a man that they call as dark and handsome
passes by
it is strange because he is not wearing anything
his face is covered with black cloth
as though he is bound
for the gallows

there is yet no food on my table
the waitress is busy biting her nails
the mother beside a kid is slapping herself

it is strange here and i put some money on the table
and leave

i need some air to breathe
this world is suffocating.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sketches Of Life

early morning
it will be the same sound
of cocks
crowing,

harbingers of
a new day

up on the tree
their only guide whether to
take the jump
to the ground is the
sun,

she is safe in sleep
as i take the usual journey
again
with all the cocks
crowing

the trees have black leaves
roads and fences are bold strokes
of the Chinese brush
from a painter in Vietnam
i remember
his feet are cut

one wonders if we can be whole
again
when the fragile glasses of our arms
are all broken

early mornings when
the hens are silent

when the ref murmur
a nameless song

when i sound like an empty
gong
love emaciated
like a malnourished
African child

one exhibits the boredom
of his words like
one malling without anything
in mind to buy
nothing specific except
the will to kill time
that does not serve
any use

at the pasta room
where the tea people are not around
on one table the two lesbians are drinking beer
while the two queers on the
other table near the rest room
are exchanging some pleasantries
of notes
they are not singing
but giggling

a man that they call as dark and handsome
passes by
it is strange because he is not wearing anything
his face is covered with black cloth
as though he is bound
for the gallows

there is yet no food on my table
the waitress is busy biting her nails
the mother beside a kid is slapping herself

it is strange here and i put some money on the table
and leave

i need some air to breathe
this world is suffocating.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Visiting Something Previous

you take a trip
back to the place where meaning was once
there. An empty room that you left.
Now someone lives there and he does not know your name,
there will be a brief introduction
of who you are and what you do for a living
and he will ask why you have come back
you say that you are just passing by
you are looking for the word
the spark in your heart
somewhere on the study table
or on the book shelf
a poem, some little notes on the wall,
there is nothing there anymore
exept the scent of the nearby comfort room
beside your room
that stink that made you leave
it was that which made you pass by
as you were telling the new tenant.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Over His Latte.

He's only just sat down
in the cafe when she enters
and stands at the counter

waiting to be served. He lets
his latte settle. Allows his
eyes to scrutinize. The waitress

serves the woman in the white
hat and black dress. He notes
her fine figure, the low cut at

the neck, the thin straps over
shoulders. He tries to breathe
in from where he sits her perfume,

but it doesn't come. The woman
orders an espresso and says it
with an Italian accent. He follows

her with his eyes as she walks
to a table alone. She looks like a
girl Modigliani would have painted.

She looks at her watch and then
around the room of the cafe.
She crosses her legs, one over

the other, thigh revealed. He sips
his latte. Wipes his lips with the
back of his hand. Bad habit, mother

would have slapped his hand as a
child once. The waitress delivers
the woman's coffee; he notes the

waitress's fine behind, the hands
serving, the legs touching together.
Then she's gone. Just the woman

in the white hat to study. The way
she lifts the small white cup to her
mouth, her fingers holding delicately,

as if afraid to break. Get a life Brody
would say if he were there. But he's not;
he's away with that girl from the office,

having a lay. The woman in the hat
stares at him, her eyes devour, her lips
part like legs before sex. She looks boringly

away. He sips more latte. He doesn't like
her white hat or black dress anyway.

poem by Terry Collett
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Pearls Girl

Rioja. rioja. reverend al green.
Deep blue morocco. the water on stone.
The water on concrete. the water on sand.
The water on fire. smoke.
The wind. the salt. the bride boat coming.
Dave in the water. old man.
Einstein on top of his house. white deep blue
Andalusia red yellow red yellow black car.
Red light. far. black place. walls. blue chair.
Morocco. hamburg. paris.
The pieces of the puzzle are waiting.
The water of the dark boats gliding.
The bride boats gone out to sea and
Dave is floating. dave is floating.
And old man einstein crazy in his attic.
Crazy.
White room. sun room. shadow room.
Night transmitting cars across the room.
These things sent to dance across the room.
Eye watching from your bed. returning to you.

song performed by by Underworld
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Where Can It Go

(robert palmer)
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
A searching love
Is a precious thing
Easy to spoil
And so hard to give in to
The blame is shared
When we meet half way
Desire is real
Its a path to be taken
Even sleep can turn cruel
When your hearts confused
Whether we spend our lives together
Or we never see each other again
Ill always celebrate
The times that we both knew
Baby your love is here
Is mine with you?
In the deep of our eyes
We just wait to be taken
Sometimes weve been mistreated
By the love we gave
Honey were not pretenders
We both know life isnt only a game
Ill always celebrate the times that we both know
Baby your love is here
Where can it go?
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
When love comes in and takes your heart
Let it go and play your part

song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Fascination

Got to use her
Every time I feel fascination
I just cant stand still, Ive got to use her
Every time I think of what you pulled me through, dear
Fascination moves sweeping near me
Still I take ya
(fascination) fascination
(sure nuff) fascination
(takes a part of me) takes a part of me
(can a heart-beat) can a heart-beat
(live in a fever) live in a fever?
(raging inside of me? )
(fascination) fascination
(oh, yeah) oh yeah
(takes a part of me) takes a part of me
(I cant help it) I cant help it
(Ive got to use her) got to use her
(every time, ooh)
Fascination comes around
(ooh-oo-ooh)
(fascination) your soul is calling
Like when Im walking
Seems that everywhere I turn
I hope youre waiting for me
I know that people think
That Im a little crazy
Ohh, better sex is fun
I think I like fascination
Still, tick
(fascination) fascination
(sure nuff) ohh
(takes a part of me) come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
(can a heart-beat) can a heart-beat
(live in a fever) live in a fever?
(raging inside of me? ) raging inside of me
(fascination) fascination
(oh, yeah) oh yeah
(takes a part of me) come on, come on, come on, come on
(I cant help it) I cant help it
(Ive got to use her) got to
(every time, ooh)
Fascination comes around (ahhhh)
(ooh-oo-ooh)
(fascination) sure nuff
(sure nuff) takes a part of me
(takes a part of me) can a heart-beat
(can a heart-beat) live in a fever?
(live in a fever) raging
(raging inside of me? ) mmmm
Fascination
(fascination) fascination
(oh, yeah) fascination
(takes a part of me) fascina fa ah yeah
(I cant help it) fascination
(Ive got to use her) I got to use her
(every time, ooh) everytime
Fascination comes around (ahh)
Comeing around (ooh-oo-ooh)
Come on fascination
Fascination (fascination)
Sure nuff
Fascination (yeah yeah)
Give me a heartbeat
(fascination)
(yeah yeah)
Ritual inside
(fascination) fascination
(yeah yeah) ho yeah
(fascination) fascination
(yeah yeah) ha yeah
(fascination) oh yeah
(yeah yeah) oh yeah
(fascination) takes a part of me
(yeah yeah) I can not help it
(fascination) I cant help it
(yeah yeah) you got to use it
(fascination) any time
(yeah yeah) fascination comes around
(yeah yeah) fascination comes
Fascination
To get a part of me
Can your heartbeat live in the fearful vengence inside of me
Fascination, takes a part of me
One time
One time
One time
Fascination comes around
Fascination

song performed by by David Bowie
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Black & White

I am one with the world tonight
I am proud to be this far from you
You say that you have no regrets
But I know that you do
You told me someone stole the eye
I know him too
Ive come to the conclusion - yes, I know
That between black and white, there is no room for two
The scale might be wide, but there's no need to be blind
Cause between black and white, there is no room for two
I leave all of the grey behind
I see clear, I know that Ill find
You claim that you are innocent
But tell me who isnt
You think that youre going to be saved
Theres no such thing as a saint
Ive come to the conclusion - yes, I know
That between black and white, there is no room for two
The scale might be wide, but there is no need to be blind
Cause between black and white, there is no room for two
I've come to the conclusion - yes I know
That between black and white, there is no room for two
The scale might be wide, but there is no need to be blind
Cause between black and white, there is no room for two

song performed by by In Flames
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Food On My Table

Come and see the food on my table,
For it is prepared for you and me;
And, i am waiting for you in the room of my love.

Life is full of surprises and i want to show you my love,
And here comes the sun of the morning to touch your heart;
For, it is right for you to be beside me at this table.

The food on my table,
As soon as you receive my letter means that i love you;
For life is full of surprises and i want your love,
So come and let us share this food on my table.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The White Room

(SpringfieldVallance)
I can see her at her windows watching,
locked away inside her skin,
I can see her but I can't get to her, she won't come out,
and she won't let me into
The white room (she's living in)
Lying alone til she comes undone
In the white room, she burns for the real thing.
But it won't come.
In her head is the same obsession
and all the bottles and pills won't heal her heart.
She heard his last confession
and every word just tears her apart
In the white room (locked away)
doing time till her time is done
In the white room there's so much to say
but the words won't come.
Come back to the land of the living,
when you gonna break the chain,
there's so much too much that you're leaving
and you're never gonna stop the rain
In the white room.
waiting for the call that never comes
in the white room, she awaits.
Look at something long enough you'll find,
that the splinters and the cracks begin to show,
I'll be the first in line when the walls start falling
and she lets go of
The white room (it's late)
living alone only makes you numb
In the white room she burns for the real thing
but it won't come
In the white room (she's living in) I think its time
that you're time is done,
In the white room she burns
In the white room (it's late)
lying alone till she comes undone
In the white room she awaits
In the white room

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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My table is now brightly, now dimly lighted. Its temperature varies. It may receive an ink stain. One of its legs may be broken. It may be repaired, polished, and replaced part by part. But, for me, it remains the table at which I daily write.

quote by Ernst Mach
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Im Not Giving You Up

To be completely honest
It scares me to imagine
What life would be without you
And for this very reason
I ask you to forgive me
For what Im putting us through
Although there are so many things
Against us, Ive decided
That Im not giving you up, no...
Thinking back, I see what we have
Is something different
I think weve known all along
So how fair would it be
To divide this loves existence
Between whats right and whats wrong
And you, always wondering if well make it
Time will tell you
That Im not giving you up, no, no...
Well find a way to be together
However long it takes, wherever
If it means having you for only a moment
A moment just might be enough
Im not giving you up, no
No Im not giving you up, no
Screaming in the silence the promises weve spoken
Come back to haunt me, false and broken
Quiet desperation to see were lost forever
Searching for water in the desert
No, I refuse to have to do
Without your kisses
Im not giving you up, no, no
Well find a way to be together
However long it takes, wherever
If it means having you for only a moment
A moment just might be enough
Im not giving you up, no
No Im not giving you up, no
No Im not giving you up

song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Hasty Marriage

Burden of a Hasty Marriage.
He saw her at the cafe she a cup of cacao and eating a cream cake,
he had a sandwich with cheese and ham. She looked up and smiled,
he knew she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Shy, as he was, still found the courage to get up and walk over to her
table and ask if he could eat his modest sandwich with her; she said
yes and they sat there in silence, just eating. Dimly he knew he had to
say something, but couldn’t but couldn’t find the words so he ate
the cup and saucer, the table cloth, serviettes and crumbs of her cake,
when he began eating the table she told him to stop. Ice broken he said
he loved her, she said she loved him, not to waste time they got married
in the afternoon. Found a hotel room and stayed in bed for a fortnight.
Made love in every position one could think of; they even forgot to eat.
Entwined they slept until a knock on the door, something about paying
for the room. For him was a welcomed distraction, got up had to go to
his bank he told her, two weeks in bed it stunk like a pig sty. Paid his bill
but didn’t enter their room, he was cured of love based on sex alone

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Mary Street

(s. hoffs/v. peterson)
Susanna & vicki
Times up girl now
No more excusing you
And those books you read
Oh girl, you better review
Oh oh oh, mary street
Looking out your door
Oh oh oh, mary street
Now what are you waiting for (what are you waiting for)
You thought that cool
Was in someone elses shoes and makeup
Sitting in your room
Waiting for the moment to come
Oh oh oh, mary street
Looking out your door
Oh oh oh, mary street
Now what are you waiting for (what are you waiting for)
You got no tears for
All the guys who passed you by
All the girls who shut you out
They wont recognize you now
Youre a good girl now
No more excusing you
And those books you read
Oh girl, you better review
Oh oh oh, mary street
Looking out your door
Oh oh oh, mary street
Now what are you waiting for (what are you waiting for)
Oh oh oh, mary street
Looking out your door
Oh oh oh, mary street
Oh yeah, oh yeah

song performed by by Bangles
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