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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422458" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aboard At A Ship's Helm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the island with the gracious mountain<br>the tip of the boat inches steadily forward<br>my heart angled between it<br>one hour, two hours, three hours<br>the mountain looms so grand but so far<br>the boat plods on... and on<br>bumping against the wave<br>going up down, up down<br>the swirling birds, how fortunate they are up there<br>i put my bored mind into their wings<br>and travel to realms that excite the mind and senses<br>of man and wife and children<br>that run between the trees, shrubs<br>that flip past my eyes <br>i put stories into the houses that run <br>away so fast from view<br>warm stories of infatuation, continuous love making<br>where the world revolves around<br>a man and woman, and their senses<br>the halcyon day stays as it is <br>never runs into night<br>on and on the river records my imagination<br>youthful imagination that makes <br>the young years so worthy of living<br>so many generations pass for my hero and heroine<br>in one boat ride seven hours in all<br>they run on so many fields, cheerful in so many of the houses<br>before the mountain finally looms big onto my eyes<br>the stories i have spun trail the waves to another dimension <br>i ready myself for the stories the almighty spins for me<br>each step of the way i am now the hero<br>the waves and the whole mountain lie in wait for me </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aboard At A Ship's Helm<br>ABOARD, at a ship's helm, <br>A young steersman, steering with care.<br>A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing, <br>An ocean-bell-O a warning bell, rock'd by the waves.<br>O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing, <br>Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place.<br>For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bell's admonition, <br>The bows turn, -the freighted ship, tacking, speeds away under her<br>gray sails, <br>The beautiful and noble ship, with all her precious wealth, speeds<br>away gaily and safe.<br>But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship! <br>O ship of the body-ship of the soul-voyaging, voyaging, voyaging. <br>Walt Whitman</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q>
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the tip of the boat inches steadily forward
my heart angled between it
one hour, two hours, three hours
the mountain looms so grand but so far
the boat plods on... and on
bumping against the wave
going up down..."></div>
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