Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near! No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!
quote by Ada Cambridge
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Despair
Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near!
No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!
Like melting fog the mirage melts away
In all-surrounding darkness, void and clear.
Drifting, I spread vain hands, and vainly peer
And vainly call for pilot, -- weep and pray;
Beyond these limits not the faintest ray
Shows distant coast whereto the lost may steer.
O what is life, if we must hold it thus
As wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?
What are these gifts without the larger boon?
O what is art, or wealth, or fame to us
Who scarce have time to know what we desire?
O what is love, if we must part so soon?
poem by Ada Cambridge
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In this world, torn with hate and war, adrift without an anchor or a compass with which to chart our course, we may well consider the Aztecs’ example. The Indians worked together for their common good, and no sacrifice was too great for their corporate well-being.
George C. Vaillant in The Aztecs of Mexico
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Airly Beacon
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
Oh, the pleasant sight to see
Shires and towns from Airly Beacon,
While my love climbed up to me!
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
Oh, the happy hours we lay
Deep in fern on Airly Beacon,
Courting through the summer's day!
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
Oh, the weary haunt for me,
All alone on Airly Beacon,
With his baby on my knee!
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Conscience is our magnetic compass; reason our chart.
quote by Joseph Cook
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There are no points of the compass on the chart of true patriotism.
quote by Robert Charles Winthrop
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Descriptio Personae
no such boat
without anchor
wider oceans
expanding horizons
sketched some stars
fixed the moon
onward always
moving
always with sails
and compass sharp
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You can expect to find these four priorities - education, economic vitality, efficiency in government and the protection of families - woven into my decisions as Governor. They will serve as my compass as I work with you to chart a future course for our state.
quote by Dave Heineman
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The sea gipsy
The sea gipsy
she's anchored in our sheltered bay, a fishing boat tonight will stay
a forard mooring rope made fast, engine's cut, anchor cast
light is failing, silhouettes, casts shadows of old fishing nets
atop the mast a solitary light, a beacon, throughout the night
with the tides rise and fall, she swings on the anchor's maul
waves lapping against her hull, oblivious to a wandering gull
decks are clear, gear stored, sleep comes to those aboard
on the morrow, at dawns first light, the eastern sun chases the night
movement aboard this working craft, is witnessed forard and abaft
now in the bright light of day, the gipsy prepares to get under way
lines are hauled, the engines started, the gipsy now, has departed
steaming to the fishing grounds, through the reefs and outer sounds
poem by Bob Gibson
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Wild Nights — Wild Nights!
Wild Nights — Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile — the Winds —
To a Heart in port —
Done with the Compass —
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden —
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor — Tonight —
In Thee!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port, --
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in Thee!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Maine
Relaxing on my* hands and knees
Relaxing on my* face
Reclining in the bear-trap of its tender warm embrace
Glazed with coniferous green
Glazed with excitement and dread
Exhausted from oversleep
Awake but still in bed
The shaving razors rusty but the sting brings you exactly back to
Maine
Is** the world that went south
Maine
Is** a punch in the mouth
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
Maine
Is the devil you know
Maine
Is the heaven below
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
I love you anyway (I love you anyway)
I promise theres no other state (theres no other state)
But only if you stay away (but only if you leave)
And leave me to my ugly state*** (me to my ugly state)
And give me back my evil heart so I can see you as you are in
Maine
Is the world that went south
Maine
Is a punch in the mouth
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
Maine
Is the poison you love
Maine
Is the hell from above
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Martin Luther King
Martin Luther KIng...
you were a torch
that lit a darkened world,
a beacon,
for all those oppressed,
a song,
for the downtrodden and weary...
you looked beneath the skin,
and saw the soul!
life cut short,
far too soon by
the forces of hatred and fear...
Martin, we need you now!
your vision lives in the
hope of the oppressed...
your determination our anchor,
your heart beats strong
in each of us who believe!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Now, What Next, Where To
(words & music by robertson - blair)
Like a ship without a compass on a cold lonely sea
No beacon light of love to guide me through
I lost the only treasure that means anything to me
What now, what next, where to?
I thought I had a love that would be mine eternally
I felt so sure youd be forever true
Now everything I counted on has crumbled under you
What now, what next, where to?
You were part of every dream I dreamed, of everything I planned
How could I know our castles were built upon the sand
Wont heaven send an angel please, to tell me what to do
What now, what next, where to?
What now, what next , where to?
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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In The Distance
On a lonely hillside,
there stands a cabin
with a lamp in the window
to show someone is there.
In the distance it is a beacon
that points to my cosy home.
When my working day is through
and I walk back along the miles,
I can see that lamp burning.
That welcoming beacon
beckoning to me there in the distance.
My love waits for me there
after my work is done
with my slippers near the fire.
The miles never seem that long
with that beacon in the distance
waiting to welcome me home.
1 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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The news anchor is exactly that - an anchor, a center, a focus.
quote by Jessica Savitch
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The Road Taken
the long straight road
proves planned
directness of purpose
less time
is taken up
in travel
the long windy road
twists and turns
concealing pleasant surprises
though more time
transpires
traversing chosen path
so few chart course
with compass sextant map
pilot affixing course upon destiny star
many mill around about
intersections first bound here then
there pulled upon by random aimless crowd flow
poem by Terence George Craddock
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SONNET: Start Early For Soul-care
You brush your teeth each day to stay healthy;
The frequency and brushing art matter;
You spend wisely and save to stay wealthy;
Health is more important than the latter.
You labour hard all life to earn something;
And think you can enjoy post-retirement;
You know that money is not everything;
We live under the same one firmament.
The care of soul is also one like art;
You can’t make it all pure over one night;
From birth itself, begins the goodness-chart;
God’s Grace is the one rectifying light.
Our earthly life is to get Heaven’s bliss!
But should we stay unprepared and then miss?
poem by John Celes
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Birds Like Rain
The birds are happy outside
their feathers are clean now they shine.
All humans are fast asleep
while nature quenches rain for it to drink.
Birds can tell us when storm is to start
we have to look for signs and learn to chart-
chart the day with an observing eye
things happen for the greater good
even if we don't why.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
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Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile—the Winds—
To a Heart in port—
Done with the Compass—
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden—
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor—Tonight—
In Thee!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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If people use common sense and their own guiding moral compass, I think they'll generally stay out of trouble.
quote by Steve Chabot
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