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Plunge boldly into the thick of life, and seize it where you will, it is always interesting.
quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Would You Follow Me
(john kongos)
Would you follow me if I search for another life
Would you walk with me through the dark and the hungry times
If I said, Im gonna leave today
What would you do
Would you pack some things and come away too
Lose or win, thick or thin
Where would you like to be
Lose or win, thick or thin
Would you follow me
Would you follow me
Even though my dreams seem too far away today
Take a chance and
Stand by my side and
Lose or win, thick or thin
Where would you like to be
Lose or win, thick or thin
Would you follow me
Would you follow me
If I said Im goin away to join some revolution
Could you ever give up what they call the good life
Would you care to know what Im lookin for
And if I find it
Would you take note of the time, would you mind it
Lose or win, thick or thin
Where would you like to be
Lose or win, thick or thin
Would you follow me
Would you follow me
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Plunge
i have taken the plunge
deep in the bosom of the blue sea
into the depths of the ocean
to be with the fish and the
corals of this sandy floor
there is no coming back
there are no reasons on the surface
there is this final plunge
searching for eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Final Plunge
i have taken the plunge
deep in the bosom of the blue sea
into the depths of the ocean
to be with the fish and the
corals of this sandy floor
there is no coming back
there are no reasons on the surface
there is this final plunge
searching for eternity
forget me then, creature of light
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Boldly Hold
Living life from the bottom to the top...
Looking back,
I don't want to drop.
Looking back,
I don't want to stop...
My goal.
Living life from the bottom to the top...
Looking back,
I don't want to drop.
Looking back,
I don't want to stop...
A goal,
I boldly hold.
I keep a faith I believe,
To boldly hold.
I keep a reach to receive,
As my main goal...
I feel I must succeed,
To manifest..
A crave I keep within me.
I keep a faith I believe,
To boldly hold.
I keep a reach to receive,
As my main goal...
I feel I must succeed,
To manifest..
A crave I keep within me.
Living life from the bottom to the top...
Looking back,
I don't want to drop...
A goal,
I boldly hold.
A goal I wont let go.
I keep a faith I believe,
To boldly hold.
I keep a reach to receive,
As my main goal...
I feel I must succeed,
To manifest..
A crave I keep within me.
A craving that wont leave me be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes....
sometimes, when i look at the world
through one narrow window
of the airplane,
i shrink about the idea of jumping
off again
(which i once tried when i was too confused
to take another day
of life, during one of those lousy college days,
when life seems to be too
saggy, like a carpet losing hold of
its thick threads,
sometimes, one has to look at the clouds
thick, white, cottons, up there
to know that, well, there is nothing certain
about everything
up there
or down here
there will always be
chaos.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Anani
The thick African culture and the thick African lips,
A voice from a village for you to hear at last;
For Anani is deeply asleep from thre troubles of this world,
But he will wake up to the facts of life one day.
To be carried away by the hawk in the name of an adventure!
But man born of woman will still wake up to learn from his past;
For the thick lips of the Africans have something to say.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Blackened Wild Rain
Her laughter,
robust and hearty
Her rage,
quick and fierce
one minute,
she was
blackened wild rain
the next,
she was
the delicate bow,
pulled gently across
the sweet strings
of a
Stradivarious
Both,
provincial
and
polished
scared
and
fearless
her flawed
character
and sailor's
tongue
never shied
from away
from others
she lived,
as she loved.
BOLDLY
BOLDLY.
leaning into
life,
untethered
from
opinion.
contradictions
were her
comfortable
companion
The blackened
wild rain
could never
be tamed,
only reigned in,
when necessary.
by
T. Labbe`
Will You Be There - Michael Jackson
Hold me
Like the River Jordan
And I will then say to Thee
You are my friend
Carry me
Like you are my brother
Love me like a mother
Will you be there?
Weary
Tell me will you hold me?
When wrong, will you scold me?
When lost will you find me?
But they told me
A man should be faithful
And walk when not able
And fight till the end
But I'm only human
Everyone's taking control of me
Seems that the world's
Got a role for me
I'm so confused
Will you show to me
You'll be there for me
And care enough to bare me?
(Hold me)
(Lay your head lowly)
(Softly then boldly)
(Carry me there)
(Lead me)
(Love me and feed me)
(Kiss me and free me)
(I will feel blessed)
(Carry)
(Carry me boldly)
(Lift me up slowly)
(Carry me there)
(Save me)
(Heal me and bathe me)
(Softly you say to me)
(I will be there)
(Lift me)
(Lift me up slowly)
(Carry me boldly)
(Show me you care)
(Hold me)
(Lay your head lowly)
(Softly then boldly)
(Carry me there)
(Need me)
(Love me and feed me)
(Kiss me and free me)
(I will feel blessed)
......
RIP, MJ
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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With Faith Felt Deeply
And with a faith felt deeply,
Within me like nothing else...
I pray.
Everyday.
There is something unexplainable,
I know inside that connects.
Something there aware of me.
and what it should be,
Without my questioning to accept.
And with hope and not fear,
I boldly take forward steps.
I boldly face obstacles unafraid.
And with faith felt deeply,
I pray.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here And Now
HERE AND NOW.
Here, in the heart of the world,
Here, in the noise and the din,
Here, where our spirits were hurled
To battle with sorrow and sin,
This is the place and the spot
For knowledge of infinite things;
This is the kingdom where Thought
Can conquer the prowess of kings.
Wait for no heavenly life,
Seek for no temple alone;
Here, in the midst of the strife,
Know what the sages have known.
See what the Perfect Ones saw-
God in the depth of each soul,
God as the light and the law,
God as beginning and goal.
Earth is one chamber of Heaven,
Death is no grander than birth.
Joy in the life that was given,
Strive for perfection on earth.
Here, in the turmoil and roar,
Show what it is to be calm;
Show how the spirit can soar
And bring back its healing and balm.
Stand not aloof nor apart,
Plunge in the thick of the fight.
There in the street and the mart,
That is the place to do right.
Not in some cloister or cave,
Not in some kingdom above,
Here, on this side of the grave,
Here, should we labor and love.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Debbie had to get up and slice me a thick piece of cake before she could answer. And I do mean thick. Harry Potter volume seven thick. I could have knocked out a burglar with this piece of cake. Once I tasted it, though, it seemed just the right size.
Maureen Johnson in Let It Snow (2012)
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Scarred People
one rainy day
the scarred people
decide to take the plunge
on the murky river
they go naked
not for anything else
but to simply see who got
most of the scars
from their faces
to their feet
someone wins of course
his scars look like snakes and
centipedes
practically naked he looks like
a leopard
yet he is the most gentle person
of them all
they take their plunge into the murky river
following where the flood
may finally hide.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Playing With Life
don't just sit there
the playground of life
is as wide as the ocean
is as high as the heavens
do not frown
life is never meant to be down
smile, laugh, dance if you must
learn to choose today's happiness
leave the past with its own sadness
play life and be the smart kid
run, twirl, and jump if you will,
take the plunge
and be the sponge
adsorb, listen, hear
and sing if you will
life is a basket of fruits with so much to offer
life is a bouquet of flowers always for the other
life is a school of fish always swimming somewhere
life is a reunion of friends and you must be there
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every writer hopes or boldly assumes that his life is in some sense exemplary, that the particular will turn out to be universal.
quote by Martin Amis
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Life is too short to be little. Man is never so manly as when he feels deeply, acts boldly, and expresses himself with frankness and with fervor.
quote by Benjamin Disraeli
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The Distracted Puritan
Am I mad, O noble Festus,
When zeal and godly knowledge
Have put me in hope
To deal with the Pope
As well as the best in the college?
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
In the house of pure Emanuel
I had my education,
Where my friends surmise
I dazel'd my eyes
With the sight of revelation.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
They hound me like a bedlam,
They lash'd my four poor quarters.
Whilst this I endure,
Faith makes me sure
To be one of Foxes martyrs.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
These injuries I suffer
Through antichrist's perswasion.
Take off this chain!
Neither Rome nor Spain
Can resist my strong invasion.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
Of the beast's ten horns (God bless us!)
I have knock'd off three already;
If they let me alone
I'll leave him none;
But they say I am too heady.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
When I sack'd the seven-hill'd city
I met the great red dragon;
I kept him aloof
With the armour of proof,
Though here I have never a rag on.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
With a fiery sword and target,
There fought I with this monster;
But the sons of pride
My zeal deride,
And all my deeds misconster.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
I un-hors'd the Whore of Babel
With the lance of Inspiration;
I made her stink,
And spill the drink,
In her cup of abomination.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
I have seen two in a vision
With a flying book between them.
I have been in despair
Five times in a year,
And been cur'd by reading Greenham.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
I observ'd in Perkins' tables
The black line of damnation;
Those crooked veins
So stuck in my brains,
That I fear'd my reprobation.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
In the holy tongue of Canaan
I plac'd my chiefest pleasure,
Till I prick'd my foot
With an Hebrew root
That I bled beyond all measure.
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
I appear'd before the Archbishop
And all the high Commission;
I gave him no grace,
But told him to his face
That he favour'd superstition.
Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a surplice
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with crotchets.
poem by Richard Corbet
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The Awakening
O' you that sit upon the sea
Of life and health and harmony,
What is it you really are....
A fish, a float, a fallen star?
I see the ripples from within
The dance of life the waves to skim,
That skip along our shady sky
With focus on the Single Eye.
Plunge deep within the ocean bed
And shift the shale the scales to shed,
For life is but a dream we make -
In truth we are when we in dreams awake.
poem by Radhica Laukaran
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To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It's easy to say no, even if it means dying.
quote by Jean Anouilh
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To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no, even if saying no means death.
quote by Jean Anouilh
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