Like the seaweed that clings to each other after each passing boat separates them, so too a family will come together with the passing of each crisis.
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Passing Through
I saw jesus on the cross on a hill called calvary
Do you hate mankind for what they done to you?
He said, talk of love not hate, things to do - its getting late.
Ive so little time and Im only passing through.
Passing through, passing through.
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
Glad that I ran into you.
Tell the people that you saw me passing through.
I saw adam leave the garden with an apple in his hand,
I said now youre out, what are you going to do?
Plant some crops and pray for rain, maybe raise a little cane.
Im an orphan now, and Im only passing through.
Passing through, passing through ...
I was with washington at valley ford, shivering in the snow.
I said, how come the men here suffer like they do?
Men will suffer, men will fight, even die for what is right
Even though they know theyre only passing through
Passing through, passing through ...
I was with franklin roosevelts side on the night before he died.
He said, one world must come out of world war two (ah, the fool)
Yankee, russian, white or tan, he said, a man is still a man.
Were all on one road, and were only passing through.
Passing through, passing through ...
(lets do it one more time)
Passing through, passing through ...
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Over Our Heads
I don't think you love me
Confusion settling in
I don't think I'll be staying
Around here, anymore
There's no question that I love you
But I'm living in my own time
And here I am debating
Whether I'm wrong, or right
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
All the promises I gave you
Helped me to survive
And all the times I wished you'd save me
You were the love of my life
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
I'm only passing by ...
song performed by by Zero 7
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Tried To Be True
From baby to best with no second test
These little storms destroy you
Here is the fame they promised to give you
Taking the place of my hand now
Well did you try to be true
What separates me from you now
What separates me from you
Did you borrow the soul
The soul that you sell now
What does your conscience tell you
Where are the demons
Of your desires
Why does my love destroy you
I said I tried to be true
What separates me from you now
(what separates me from you now)
I said I tried, tried to be true
What separates me from you now
(what separates me from you now)
What separates me from you
(what separates me from you now)
I think its you now
Tell me where is the fame
Where is the fortune
Where is the world that denies you
Who is to blame
When my heart finally forfeits
To a road that will only misguide you
Well did we try to be true
What separates me from you now
(what separates me from you now)
Oh did we try, try to be true
(what separates me from you now)
(what separates me from you now)
It separates me from you now
(what separates me from you now)
It separates me from you
(what separates me from you now)
Its you
Baby
Yeah I bought my love a hunger
(I tried, tried to be true)
More precious than a stone
(I tried, tried to be true)
(where is the world that denies you)
All these fatal flowers
(I tried, tried to be true)
(where is the world that denies you)
Did I misguide you?
(tried to be true)
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Passing by
passing by
when I saw your face
I knew
I will be passing by
again and again
like this
untill you will notice me
...passing by.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Roundel
She's passing fair; but so demure is she,
So quiet is her gown, so smooth her hair,
That few there are who note her and agree
She's passing fair.
Yet when was ever beauty held more rare
Than simple heart and maiden modesty?
What fostered charms with virtue could compare?
Alas, no lover ever stops to see;
The best that she is offered is the air.
Yet- if the passing mark is minus D-
She's passing fair.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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A bad phase
It is natural cycle that repeats
Life comes into being and beat
It is sensation and brings clear message
It is His blessigns and you must think and manage
Life must be started on sound note
You have just managed to enter the boat
It is on the water and sails as desired
It is like life boat just newly acquired
Each of passing day begins with some countdown
It may enter rough weather threatening to bring down
So many features to add like woe and agony in journey
Family and friends to stand by and ready to accompany
As we closely observe the ups and down
Little set back doen’t make us weary or frown
We take it as challenge and treat as such
It doe not make us upset or affect so much
Every moments we die just to survive for another
It is golden moment provided for us as the breather
We think and shrugg it off as passing of crucial phase
We still live amidst crisis but with definite ease
Constant fear and fatigue could have worn us out
It might have resulted into our complete rout
We would not have been in position to speak about
Thank God about the position that has made us stout
I would love such life in times to come
I shall pray for it and always welcome
It has taught me to overcome signiificant crisis
I would never love to make more emphasis
I shall sail through hazards with less concern
I shall not lament or mourn
The contentment and ahppiness may be my ideal
The life may improve and come out as real
It has taken years for river to make its way
It had to take many miles to run away
The destination is reached but in difficult position
The safety or success was never a question
The end is supposed to be ultimate point
How many cross ways to make it beautiful joint?
Why it should be thought over again and again?
When it will not be same with contineous rain
The natural flow can be seen with bautiful eyes
Who thinks about painful journey and for why?
The bad dream is over and now to think for the present
It is to be enjoyed with happiness and full consent
The bad phase may end soon
Day will be over and taken over by moon
The nights maybe cool and shining
It has to be taken as new beginning
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Seaweed Shovelling Song
This is my seaweed shovelling song
Ive been shovelling all day long
Ive got got my seaweed shovel in hand
Because Im a seaweed shovelling man
Green weed, red weed, still alive and dead weed
Lying in a pile on the shore
Brown weed, pink weed, smelly kind of stink weed
Who on earth could ask for more!
This is my seaweed shovelling song
Ive been shovelling all day long
Ive got got my seaweed shovel in hand
Because Im a seaweed shovelling man
Dry weed, wet weed, aint-been-troubled-yet weed
Glinting in the morning sun
Thin weed, thick weed, slimy kind of slick weed
Every bucket weighs a ton!
This is my seaweed shovelling song
Ive been shovelling all day long
Ive got got my seaweed shovel in hand
Because Im a seaweed shovelling
Seaweed shovelling
Seaweed shovelling
Seaweed shovelling man!
song performed by by Waterboys
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Stardust
Ah high flyin highway mist
Tran
-ce-
(s)
-lucent
i
q
u
i
d of
S(s) P(p) A(a) C (c) E(e)
stardusts orange vapor: : : :
...now receding...off...towards some faraway
fiery conquest …
the horizons invisible duel
Roadside window passing reflections
like a double edge sword of silk and flame
over the old corn row country road
Love's unseen aura penetrating
skies stained in the bloodshed's wake
(opaline trails of light)
beauty's opus of endless passing
illuminating over the old orb of
oceanic onus and
triumphant bliss....inner emptiness
passing winds pass through
a passing window of a passing car
full of sweet sorrowful
passing passengers
passing land passing faces
passing through the beautiful
void of imaginary places
one
with
all
such
ness
true
self
beyond
individual
senses
(
(nonexistence
only
consciousness
aware of
it-
-self)
(non-)
material
dream
a
n
d
thought
(Un)
Born
passing through
the solid world of
sperm and womb
Transgressing boundary lines -
Entering a state of absolute
(nothing)
ness
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Passing The Time
By ginger baker and mike taylor
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveller,
She waits at home.
The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
The animals sleep
While cold north wind blows.
The snowflakes are falling,
The roof a white blanket.
Theres ice on the window pane,
She waits alone.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Her children are sleeping,
She waits in their home.
Passing the time.
Passing the time.
Everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme.
Passing the time.
It is a long winter,
Away is the summer.
She waits for her traveller
So far from home.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Theres ice on the window,
Shes lonely alone.
song performed by by Cream
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Passing The Time
By ginger baker and mike taylor
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveller,
She waits at home.
The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
The animals sleep
While cold north wind blows.
The snowflakes are falling,
The roof a white blanket.
Theres ice on the window pane,
She waits alone.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Her children are sleeping,
She waits in their home.
Passing the time.
Passing the time.
Everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme.
Passing the time.
It is a long winter,
Away is the summer.
She waits for her traveller
So far from home.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Theres ice on the window,
Shes lonely alone.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Better Life
(lyrics by arnold)
(music by roberts, arnold, harrell & henderson)
Im about to be on the floor
Again, surely youre gonna
Find me here
Im about to sleep until the end
Of time, drug I take gonna wake
My fear right now
Im passing away on to the
Better life
Im passing away on
To the better
Im about to see just how far i
Can fly, surely your gonna
Break my fall
Im about to run as fast as i
Can, head long into that wall
This time
Im passing away on to the
Better life
Im passing away on
To the better
On to the better life
On to the better
Im about to be on the floor
Again, surely youre gonna
Find me here
Im about to sleep until the
End of time, drug I take
Gonna wake my
Fear right now
Im passing away on to the
Better life
Im passing away on
To the better
Im passing away on to the
Better life
Im passing away on
To the better
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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Ships that Pass in the Night
Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing;
I look far out into the pregnant night,
Where I can hear the solemn booming gun
And catch the gleaming of a random light,
That tells me that the ship I seek
is passing, passing.
My tearful eyes my soul's deep hurt are glassing;
For I would hail and check that ship of ships.
I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud,
My voice falls dead a foot from mine own lips,
And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, passing, passing.
O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both surpassing,
O heart of mine, O soul that dreads the dark!
Is there no hope for me? Is there no way
That I may sight and check that speeding bark
Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing?
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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An each passing day
Each of passing day brings very good message
I am running life smoothly and able to manage
Nothing happens to add any woe to my journey
Family and friends always stand by and ready to accompany
As we have closely observed the ups and down
Little set back doen’t make us weary or frown
We take it as challenge and treat as such
It doe not make us upset very much
Every moments we die only to survive for another
It is golden moment to provide us the breather
We think of it as passing of crucial phase
We still live amidst crisis but with definite ease
Constant fear could have worn us out
It might have resulted into our complete rout
We would not have been in position to speak about
Thank God about the position that has made us stout
I would love thousands of such life in times to come
I shall pray for it and always welcome
It has taught me to overcome siginificant crisis
I would never love to make more emphasis
I shall sail through with bare minimum
I shall never long for any maximum
The contentment of less may be my ideal
The life may come out of it as very real
It has taken years for river to make its way
It had to take many miles to push it away
The destination is reached but in difficult position
The safety or success was never a question
The end is supposed to be ultimate point
How many cross ways to make it beautiful joint?
The natural flow can be seen with bautiful eyes
Who thinks about painful journey and for why?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Little Girl In The Middle Of The River
she is looking at us
passing by the river
she has no fear
she is attuned
to her mother's beatings
her father's fists
that little girl in the middle of the river
stares at us
simply passing by on a wooden boat
she does not know what sympathy is
or even pity
she does not know what happens when
finally she jumps from the raft
to the depths of the river
she does not know what death is
where she will go
she does not call for help
even in pain
she does not know what it is to call for help
we never taught her
what sympathy is
what help is
we just left her as she stares at us
and we merely passed by her
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Passing Time
I like the way that you come
Running up to me
It sort of reminds me of
Black and white movies
And I will put a white dress on and
By the window wait
For my richard gere to come
*or
For my marlin brando to come
Crashing through the gate
Sometimes I talk on the phone
Until my ears are numb
My friends all say its because
I cant face anyone
I know Im just passing time
Im just passing time
Saw you walking downtown
To the video store
Saw you with another girl
Im sure she was a whore
You say she means nothing to you
Thus nothing to me
Excuse me while I get drunk
On too much bad t.v.
Sitting here and Im waiting
For your mouth to open up
And start overflowing
Like jesus cup
And Im just passing time
Im just passing time
song performed by by Jewel
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I don't think there is such a definition of a perfect family, but I do think that our marriages are in crisis. Our families are in crisis. And I think the African-American family is at one of the worst stages it's been at in a very long time in this country. Fatherlessness is rampant.
quote by Leah Ward Sears
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Shadow Walker
serious man crisis passing
eyes emotions conflicted
red rims pain pass etched
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You Aren't Sure
There on the rock wall
The sun kisses the last time
Then it bows and bids farewell
For the evening to spin her rhyme.
But you hope there'll be a morrow
The transient night will end
The darkness will be a passing sorrow
With the new dawn you will amend.
There on the mountain peaks
The sun clings one last time
Then another world it seeks
Here the evening spins her rhyme.
But you aren't sure there'll be a morrow
And the night that arrives will end
The darkness will be a passing sorrow
Gifting you a day to amend!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The Architect's City at a Glance
Through the intellectual fog
That separates
The night through which I'm parting
And the morning that has yet to arrive,
I find a city contentedly dozing
Amid a quilt of brightly colored fields,
And, for a moment, the passing glimmer of it
Cloaks my eyes.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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For Mary Wismer
It is always a sad
when you hear of someone passing,
especially when that passing is of a friend.
There are never enough right words to say
as the hurt always goes too deep.
Our hearts go out to her family
whom we hold out arms to.
Mary was loved by many
not only for her poetry,
but also as a person
and the friendship that she gave.
She is out of pain now
and in God‘s loving arms forever more,
but that does not distract the sorrow
each and everyone of us feel.
May you rest in peace
dear sister and friend.
27 January 2008.
poem by David Harris
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