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We dance in a circle and suppose, while the secret sits in the middle and knows.

quote by Robert Frost
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The Secret Sits

We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

poem by Robert Frost
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We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

quote by Robert Frost
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Into The Circle Of Life, Let Us All Dance...

come, come into the circle of life
let us dance, into the circle of life
let us dance, like the circling of the earth
come, come, have no fear, let us dance to the dance of life

do not fear to die,

i was once a slug
and a child caught me
and played with me
and crushed me

i died and then i became a bird
and i fly the skies and then a child caught me with his sling
and put me in a cage
and then i died

and then i became a man
and i walk the earth and journeyed to its corners
and got caught in the war and i was shot in the head

and then i live again
much greater than the past
higher than what i was....

so come, come into the circle of life
let us all dance, dance, into the circle of this life
not lesser than the past
come, come, have no fear, my love, let us dance gently into the dance of life

have no fear, rise above what you were once.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Knowing For The First Time That You Write Poems Too

this is
the circle of life
in a trance
and dance
i am inside its
island of
exclusion
and i for one
thought that
this is but
a small world
where i
barely fit in
with no one
bothering
to like and enter
inside
this circle of
words
and then
you come
and dance
yourself to the
beat of the
numbers in your
mind as i
in total amazement
watch
you step upon
the dance of
freedom

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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replaying mozart's serenade #3 in G

middle age sits on a bench
at the park
just watching people pass by-

a fat lady with a pink purse as small as as a snail
a thin man looking like he's dying of tuberculosis

a little boy being held tight by his mom smiling at me
two lovers as sweet as sugar and walking too close like a glued pair of slippers

middle age sits alone and laughs loud like he's winning
this lonely game of optical illusion
this trajectory projection

middle age inside this cell of himself
looking for an opening

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Center Stage

Laughing in a crown of jewels
Numbness from a scepters wound
Toss and turn, I spin and learn
Catch yourself before you burn
A jokers dance before the king
Jangling beads, and silver rings
Close your eyes and bare the sound
Jumping up - falling down
Falling, falling, falling, falling down
Look yourself in the eye before you drown
Royal rebels discover you
Trust? you turn there is no truth
And circle, circle, why are you scared
Why a smile instead of tears
Im gulping smoke I fade away
Figures floating down to lay
I meet the joker and the thief
The king and queen but - no relief
The king is in the counting house,
(falling, falling, falling, falling down)
Counting all his money
(look yourself in the eye before you drown)
The queen is in her parlor
(falling, falling, falling, falling down)
Eating bread and honey
(look yourself in the eye before you drown)
I cross myself before I die
And the leaping man, he asks me, why?
Well your rhythm is off I reply
Now you must dance the dance
That you imply!
Your actions will follow you full circle round
Your actions will follow you full circle round
Your actions will follow you full circle round
Your actions will follow you full circle round
Your actions will follow you full circle round
Your actions will follow you full circle round
Your actions will follow you full circle round
Your actions will follow you full circle round
The higher the leap, I said
The harder the ground!

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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An Observation

this maybe something
paranoid
i just feel that the rest of those
who are there
inside the small circle
closely knitted among themselves
like some design
of a crocheted set of flowers
simply want us
or me
to be like themselves
on a code
of exclusivity or uniformity

i don't like it,
my voice speaks
my fingers hide inside
the pocket of my pants
my conscience sits like
a king
in the throne of my brain
my eyes like a lighthouse
in the middle of darkness
searches
only for my own
lost soul

let me be then
just be myself
unstyled to yours
unkempt like
hair blown
by the monsoon
winds

they say
i am wild and i must have
come
from untamed Siberia

oh!
i do not really mind
i sound like a barbar
i sing like a gypsy
i dance the ethnic
steps
of the nomad
and there is no
land titled
for me

oh!
do not worry
i get used to all these
purposelessly

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dance Of Life Is A Circle

if the dance of life is really
a circle where
we imagine a fusion of
the beginning and the end

then what are we waiting for?
do you have hands?
let us hold each other and join this dance.

forever comes inside our hearts,

you have no end
and i have no beginning

life's dance of ugliness and beauty holding hands together
of sorrow and joy, of pain and relief,
of evil and good, of black and white, of earth and sky,
of yin and yang, of male and female and those caught in between
the grip of the hands of life
to the stone, to the tree, to the sky, to an infinite space

now if you speak about a beginning and an end,
you are out of the circle. Or if you are wise enough,
You think you are inside the circle.
and the rest of the world, revolves around you.

you are in and they are out, it is still part of the circle.
sky and earth. down and up. your eyes take a look
at the stars, and the stars take a look at you.

you breathed the night air. You close your eyes.
You see what is infinite. You grasp eternity to the farthest
star that you put on top of your pointing finger.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Circle Of Fear

Heartache's knocking on the door
shadows dance outside her window
Tears keep falling on the floor
as the world around her crumbles
If you wanna save her
then first you'll have to save yourself
if you wanna free her from the hurt
then don't do it with your pain
if you wanna see her smile again
don't show her you're afraid
cause your circle of fear is the same
love can be as cold as grave
a one way ticket to endless sorrow
an empire of gentle hate
today without tomorrow
If you wanna save her
then first you'll have to save yourself
if you wanna free her from the hurt
then don't do it with your pain
if you wanna see her smile again
don't show her you're afraid
cause your circle of fear is the same
it's the circle of regret
the circle of hate
the circle of death
your circle of fear is the same
your circle of fear is the same
If you wanna save her
then first you'll have to save yourself
if you wanna free her from the hurt
then don't do it with your pain
if you wanna see her smile again
don't show her you're afraid
cause your circle of fear is the same
your circle of fear is the same
your circle of fear is the same
your circle of fear is the same
your circle of fear is the same

song performed by by H.I.M.
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Who You Are

Someone's drinking all alone
Someone's left the TV on
I don't suppose, no I don't suppose
Someone's sleeping in my bed
Someone's let the genie in
I don't suppose, no I don't suppose
You know who you are
Who you are, who you are today
Baby's gone and died again
Taken by the tide again
And it's no surprise
She hates goodbyes
Someone's folding paper planes
Someone's on the line again
Someone's crying at the sonnet
Someone's hiding from someone
I don't suppose, no I don't suppose
You know who you are
Who you are, who you are today

song performed by by Tears For Fears
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Encounters

Stars cascading,
Sometimes one can see God’s children circle dance around the sun.
As the moon shies away from sky lightening-
Was this the first day?
I encountered your deadpan face,
Though bitterly weeping
Before a broken, hand held looking glass,
Someone is visiting from afar,
Earth-toned, not swarthy
Is the tree, behind which you hide your elf-like countenance?
Your impish grin no longer entices,
The ocean-blue sky
Reeks with the coming of age
Gangrenous-green as mold,
Its stench, putrid, as such,
Overpowers any nuances.
I hear ancient music, as I walk to staccato rhythm
As some walk with the Lord,
As you asked, madam, I told you, I threw your letter away…
Children circle dance around the sun,
As all I can do is rest beneath the shade of the crooked old sequoia tree.
Within nature’s garden, I close my weary eyes,
Soundly resting,
Escaping in my dreams
Of that place beyond the sun,
For I am the center of the circle dance-
I do believe, that..
Stars cascade from the sky,
I do not walk with the Lord,
I control the world,
God’s children circle-dance around me…

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Dance Dance Dance

After six hours of school I've had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my guy by my side the radio does the trick
I wanna dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool when it's slow and jump it when it's fast
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)

song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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To Survive

to survive i go for the golden mean
not so tall and not so short

the tastier, meatier part i suppose
is the middle part of the sandwich

the smoother flow is the middle
part of the river

the safer part is the middle in every
location

at the extreme right what do you get?
or at the extreme left?

i sing between
you extreme joy is killing you with arrogance
your extreme sorrow is killing you with hopelessness

you see,
i live in the middle of everything
not so hot and not so cold and they always call it

this paradise.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Hope U Dance

i hope you dance
in the middle of the night
when u can sleep
thinkin of something that will make u dance
may you take on single breath
when you stand by the wal

and when you see that cutie
i hope u dance
i hope u dance

i hope you never stop danceing
you can dance all night and all day
when you fell like danceing

give the skys above
i hope you dance
time will come when you want to dance
i hope you dance.

poem by AMANDA Lynch
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Dance, Dance, Dance

After six hours of school Ive had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beats really hot) right on the spot
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beats really hot
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my chick by my side the radio does the trick
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beats really hot) right on the spot
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beats really hot
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
Ohby!
At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool when its slow and jump it when its fast
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beats really hot) right on the spot
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beats really hot
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Nakama 仲 間

Nakama, what a word!
So many meanings
big difference it makes
of good and bad
it's all that it takes
to feel acceptance.
The unconditionally
friendly feel of peace
when enter into:
own circle
family circle
neighbours circle
work circle
nature circle
earth circle
universe circle
am I a part of them?
If yes, then
there's the biggest
source
of happiness:
a bow: -Arigatou,
nakama desu.

poem by Elena Sandu
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Circle Dream

[ buck/drew/gustafson/augustyniak/merchant ]
[ percussion: paulinho da costa ]
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet.
A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in.
Blind in my fear, I was escaping just by feel.
But at every turn my way was sealed.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a face.
Her eyes looked upon me with fondness.
Her warmth coming near, calling me sweetness, calling me dear.
But I whispered, no, I cant rest here.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.

song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Aztec Dancer

Feel the flow of energy that exists in the circle
Be aware of the energy that plagues your soul
Show no fear for what your doing
Show no fear for what you are saying.

The energry comes from within.
Any fool can tell you that.
Once your in the circle
there is no turning back.
Feel the adrenaline rush as you move your legs
and feel the internally nirvanna all over your body.
'This is no exercise, it's a medicine for your body and soul.'

So dance and feel the wind be a part of you
So dance to feel the drums move you
and dance to feel world with you

But do not fear for what mother earth has given us:
Love, dance and culture.
Mother earth is your mother and mine.

And together we dance
to balance life...

poem by Talia Felix
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He Sees Through Stone

He sees through stone
he has the secret
eyes this old black one
who under prison skies
sits pressed by the sun
against the western wall
his pipe between purple gums

the years fall
like overripe plums
bursting red flesh
on the dark earth

his time is not my time
but I have known him
in a time gone

he led me trembling cold
into the dark forest
taught me the secret rites
to make it with a woman
to be true to my brothers
to make my spear drink
the blood of my enemies

now black cats circle him
flash white teeth
snarl at the air
mashing green grass beneath
shining muscles

ears peeling his words
he smiles
he knows
the hunt the enemy
he has the secret eyes
he sees through stone

poem by Etheridge Knight
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Suppose a smile.

Suppose a smile.

Suppose it always, with a smile.

Suppose the sun to shine,
shine with a smile;

suppose the rain to fall and smile
smile at the earth;
the snow, with gentle smile,
protecting tender shoots;

suppose the wind to smile
mysteriously, about its secretwork;

suppose – that’s easy – flowers
to open with a smile; and
smile as they fade and wave farewell,
a smile that says, that’s how it is…

suppose some patient smiles:
as rain-forests say to those who cut them down,
you’ll live to regret this; here’s
your chance to learn;

suppose the desert sand to smile
and say, you took the trees, and now
I’m here; plant, call down rain, store, irrigate…

suppose the ice-cap, melting with sad smile,
saying, I did not choose…

suppose that Abraham, Moses, Christ, Mohammed
spoke their uncompromising, uncomfortable truths
always with a smile; a gentle smile;
a smile to say, I'm here, you're here to learn...

suppose the spear to smile,
hammered into pruning-hook..

suppose smile met with smile.

Suppose.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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