Laughing
Laocoon and her two sons
Pressured storm, tried to move
No other more, emotion bound
Martyred, misconstrued
Lighted in a room, lanky room
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing
Laocoon and her two sons
Run the gamut, sated view
Know them more, emotion bound
Martyred, misconstrued
Lighted in a room, lanky room
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing
In a room, lock the door, latch the room
Lighted, lighted, laughing
Laocoon and her two sons
Ran the gamut, settled new,
Find a place fit to laugh,
Lock the doors, latch the room
Lighted in a room, lanky room
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tunes
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tunes
song performed by by REM
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One
just like anything that you did in the past
you started like
a gasoline spilled
on the cemented road
and a matchstick lighted
it and the fire ran
like a will o'wisp
but as usual it was
just a very short
procedure
of a flame
that once lighted
your
paths of pain
your wish for relief
and then everything
simply turned off automatically
and you
began to do something
new & strange
that which shall not cease
your way of
breathing life to another life......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Finally
just like anything that you did in the past
you started like
a
gasoline spilled
on the cemented road
and a matchstick lighted
it and the fire ran
like a will o'wisp
but as usual it was
just a very short
procedure
of a flame
that once lighted
your
paths of pain
your wish for relief
and then everything
simply turned off automatically
and you
began to do something
new & strange
that which shall not cease
your way of
breathing life to another life......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Light That Has Lighted The World
Ive heard how some people, have said
That Ive changed
That Im not what I was
How it really is a shame
The thoughts in their heads,
Manifest on their brow
Like bad scars from ill feelings
They themselves arouse
So hateful of anyone that is happy
Or free
They live all their lives,
Without looking to see
The light that has lighted the world
Its funny how people, just wont
Accept change
As if nature itself - theyd prefer
Re-arranged
So hard to move on
When youre down in a hole
Where theres so little chance,
To experience soul
Im greatful to anyone,
That is happy or free
For giving me hope
While Im looking to see
The light that has lighted the world
song performed by by George Harrison
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A Happy Room When You Come In
i like to imagine
how his face has become one
lighted room
when you come in...
it must be a bright day
amidst the storm
i must say i am happy for you
you light up his face
and keep him burning
(ha ha ha ha)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Highway Of Change
glacier's cool smooth my fingers tip
letting melted snow touches my nose,
oh! lips of revealing compassion hide
a way of eternal glows for thou shall the
heaven breast taste the trending flow
transverse the lighted sky, like halo of
saintly ghost in heaven's best, to glorified
the blessed best, where the lighted
highway of everybody's want to go
mint incense, smell fragrances like
candle candies in the ladder step, a newly
born of sweet honey sleep of everything's
wish to step and giving it to leave
poem by Antonio Liao
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What you
What you have seen
in chousathiyogini
at RanipurJharial?
If you do not like to say
no matter.
If you want to say
you are welcome.
Does not matter
whether the room
lighted or not
dark is no barrier.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Hug & Kisses
The tight hug
you are giving
comes sort of stun
to my innate senses...
lighted a blaze to my innocence,
strikes the hub of my consciousness;
and enhances this awaken sensuality.
while
y our hot kisses
even more sensuous
induces heighten ecstasy
depicting pleasure so sweet...
lighted a blaze to my innocence,
strikes the hub of my consciousness;
and enhances this awaken sensuality.
Hug and kisses consummate love.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Stranger’s Bike
The stranger’s bike preceding mine did look
Precarious. It’s veering right and left,
And screeching wild; jetting out inky smoke.
I kept a safe distance behind this threat
I reached a small village, after an hour.
He’s there sipping some tea at a kiosk.
He laughed and asked, “It seems I struck a terror”
I smiled and said, “I keep away from risks”.
Finished his tea; lighted a long cigar
And drew few puffs into his lungs
“But why you slowed down? ” asked looking ajar
“My bike, you could have well overtaken”.
I too lighted my favorite cigarette.
Over the rings of smoke I did react
“My friend it’s true I keep away from risks”
“Prefer I stay but close to Don Quixotes”
poem by Sathya Narayana
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At The Hospital Bed
even when the eyes
finally close
the room is still lighted
another set of eyes
still look
at everything here
a bed some planks of wood
a machine
another set of eyes
wake up
floating in the air
with the smoke
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Raised On You
You are the only ones
You save me from myself
My company shows on me
I've been raised on you
And when it just ain't fair
Nothing's left to do
But sit down here
And have a beer
Whatever the world wants to choose
Don't let it fade
Don't trade love away
Just keep a sweet dream true
Let's go tell the world
To quit turning cold
Just let me be raised on you
We don't have to change just now
We can laugh about the load
I can see us later
Lighted eyes
Likely be laughing
Down the road
song performed by by Heart from Bebe Le Strange
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Shine
A single candle can light a dark room
Yet, dark can’t darken a lighted space
One person can light a world of gloom
Thereby enlighten a vast Human Race
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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A Tribute To Hope
when hope dies
a cheap funeral is due
the coffin is made of
old mahogany
the flowers are
improvised colored
Japanese paper
cut by ordinary women
of the town
the candles are
recycled
the room is dimly
lighted
with a coconut oil lamp
the mourners
are the very same people
that killed it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Fire I Can't Put Out
I'm finding out how hot
An old flame can burn
You're a feeling I haven't forgot
The love I can't unlearn
You've become a memory
I can't live without
You'll always be a fire I can't put out
I don't know how to handle
The dream you left behind
It's like a lighted candle
Burning up my mind
At least I'm happy knowing
What love is all about
You'll always be a fire I can't put out
Embers to ashes
That's how it should be
You'd think by know my heart would know
And it could set you free
The things I've tried
The tears I've cried
I guess there's no doubt
You'll always be a fire I can't put out
I don't know how to handle
The dream you left behind
It's like a lighted candle
Burning up my mind
At least I'm happy knowing
What love is all about
You'll always be a fire I can't put out
What love is all about
You'll always be a fire I can't put out
song performed by by George Strait
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Be-ing....
it is a blackout
in the city
there is no air
in the condominium
room where
you are renting
depressed
over lots of things
losing a job
death of a sister
pile of debts
collection agents
on the row
bad news from
your small town
the rebels are
killing the farmers
and there will be
no rice harvest
this season
you lie in bed
your eyes do not
close
you look for an
opening
somewhere else
there must be
sort of an exit
that your fingers
can find
someday
the lights turn on
the room is
well lighted now
there are no
exits for
this fire
and it is consuming
every part of
your
body your being
stops.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sleepers
As I walked down the waterside
This silent morning, wet and dark;
Before the cocks in farmyards crowed,
Before the dogs began to bark;
Before the hour of five was struck
By old Westminster's mighty clock:
As I walked down the waterside
This morning, in the cold damp air,
I saw a hundred women and men
Huddled in rags and sleeping there:
These people have no work, thought I,
And long before their time they die.
That moment, on the waterside,
A lighted car came at a bound;
I looked inside, and saw a score
Of pale and weary men that frowned;
Each man sat in a huddled heap,
Carried to work while fast asleep.
Ten cars rushed down the waterside
Like lighted coffins in the dark;
With twenty dead men in each car,
That must be brought alive by work:
These people work too hard, thought I,
And long before their time they die.
poem by William Henry Davies
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I Cheat The Hangman
Patrick simmons
The days grow short, the nights are gone
Since you were here, I cant go on
I cried for you, to no avail
Now my life runs cold when the night winds wail
But I cheat the hangman, cheated him many times before
The bell that tolls the hour has turned sweet lips to sour
Yes, I cheat the hangman and even when life has flown away
I leave a kiss behind
The rain that fell upon my stone
Like tears you cry I shared alone
I walk the night, I cannot sleep
The love you spend you cannot reap
The glow of love will then shine
Lighted windows stare at the lonely stranger there returning home
Only lighted windows stare at the lonely stranger there returning home
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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The Couple...
she is weaving
she has an intricate design inside her mind
and for now
i do not see it
she is secretive and
does not want to be asked
just like me
in my own privacy
i am also weaving
stories of my own
and the plot is complicated
in the manner of
whodunnit.
we are the weavers
inside this room and it is not
so well lighted by the
moon
we seldom discuss
what is missing
we decide not to talk about
what mess we are in
tomorrow morning
we shall weave again
under the heat of the sun
we are never burned
never charred
tonight we shall be in this room
again
we shall weave again
the designs in our minds
our fingers entwine
on matters sanguine.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Penetrating
My room was blackish
i lighted the candle light
and started penetrating the flame-beau
when my thoughts were nil
the flame-beau was blazing
i became conscious and understood
life become fascinating
when we start penetrating.
poem by Swetha Reddy
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I'd Rather Be Loved
I'd rather be loved,
Than to be painted...
As somebody that I aint,
To then be tainted.
I'd rather be loved,
Than to be sainted.
As someone that's depicted,
In a way to be shamed.
And by...
The light of the moon,
I want to be seen as the person that I am!
And by...
The dawn until noon,
I want to be seen as the person that I am!
I'd rather be loved...
Under bright lighted moon.
And,
Seen to be the person that I am.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
By somebody who completely understands.
I'd rather be loved...
Under bright lighted moon.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
And...
By that one who knows and understands.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
And,
When night falls we know there's no demands.
And...
When night falls we're there and understand.
And...
We know what we do and what we can.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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new tea shoots
delicately lighted
in the dawn sun
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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