The anchors now made are contrived so as to sink into the ground as soon as they reach it, and to hold a great strain before they can be loosened or dislodged from their station.
quote by William Falconer
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She Was My Wife
My heart is set
On a girl I can’t forget,
But she’s vanished from my eyes
And now only resides
In haunted memories
That never become dislodged
From my worn and weary mind.
I had great plans
To hold her hand
On the sacred ground
Where a priest would stand
And solemnly pronounce
She was my wife.
I don’t know
Which is worse
The vows never made
Or the vows never kept.
I could forgive her a thousand sins
If I could only see her again.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Hold Me
It's you that
I run to
Whenever I need to
Darling, you console me
When trouble surrounds me
When bad times have found me
Just reach out your arms and hold me
Hold me
Hold me
Darling please take me
In your arms of safety
Reach out your arms
And hold me
Hold me
When my feelings are showing
When my tears are flowing
Just reach out
Reach out and hold me
Hold me
Hold me
You know all of my needs
You fill them completely
You know
That you control me
I depend on
Your lovin'
Without you
I'm nothin'
So reach out
Your arms and hold me
Hold me
Hold me
Darling please take me
In your arms of safety
Reach out you arms
And hold me
Hold me
When life is demanding
When I need understanding
Reach out
Reach out and hold me
Hold me
Hold me
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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April Moon hides in the unrelated sky
I do not see any difference between Saudi Arabia and the state of California.
It's really warm here now.
I peep into the vessels from the Seaport of Jeddah Tower
How they dropp their anchors in the designated positions with a singsong?
Here I stuck in a Gas station and I watch the pale blue night sky.
It's the same Moon and nothing being changed but I have changed my dear!
I am almost old and sick
And I cannot play the lute like earlier as the loosened strings never gives the heart-stricken melody.
Now I realized the sky and earth are entirely different
Though it's belongs to the same Master.
Along this parallel journey we never come across and let the mysterious fate dance as usual with the poor souls.
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family
ADOPTED in God's family and so
Our old coat lost, unto new arms I go.
The Cross—my seal at baptism—spread below
Does, by that form, into an Anchor grow.
Crosses grow Anchors ; bear, as thou shouldest do
Thy Cross, and that Cross grows an Anchor too.
But He that makes our Crosses Anchors thus,
Is Christ, who there is crucified for us.
Yet may I, with this, my first serpents hold ;
God gives new blessings, and yet leaves the old.
The serpent may, as wise, my pattern be ;
My poison, as he feeds on dust, that's me.
And, as he rounds the earth to murder sure,
My death he is, but on the Cross, my cure.
Crucify nature then, and then implore
All grace from Him, crucified there before ;
Then all is Cross, and that Cross Anchor grown ;
This seal's a catechism, not a seal alone.
Under that little seal great gifts I send,
Works, and prayers, pawns, and fruits of a friend.
And may that saint which rides in our great seal,
To you who bear his name,* great bounties deal !
poem by John Donne
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Some Might Say
Some might say that sunshine follows thunder
Go and tell it to the man who cannot shine
Some might say that we should never ponder
On our thoughts today cos they will sway over time
Some might say we will find a brighter day
Some might say we will find a brighter day
Cos I've been standing at the station
In need of education in the rain
You made no preparation for my reputation once again
The sink is full of fishes
She's got dirty dishes on the brain
It was overflowing gently but it's all elementary my friend
Some might say they don't believe in heaven
Go and tell it to the man who lives in hell
Some might say you get what you've been given
If you don't get yours I won't get mine as well
Some might say we will find a brighter day
Some might say we will find a brighter day
Cos I've been standing at the station
In need of education in the rain
You made no preparation for my reputation once again
The sink is full of fishes
Cos she's got dirty dishes on the brain
And my dog's been itchin'
Itchin' in the kitchen once again
Some might say
Some might say
Some might say
Some might say
song performed by by Oasis from (What's The Story) Morning Glory
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Contrived
Contrived.
Heightened to spark controversy.
And to keep a creation,
False from the start...
But given,
Undercover...
The breath of life to breathe!
Contrived.
Molded from a choice to cheat...
With a substance complete to tease,
And sell!
This done well...
The 'pitch' believed!
Contrived.
What one is given...
And kept from another,
As a dangled carrot one seeks...
But will not ever reach!
As the interest of a peace...
Sought!
Is quietly murdered.
Contrived.
A marketing masked to solicit the masses.
A task addressed to spread an unrest.
Quenching the thirst for war that is fed!
Killing the young,
And breaking hearts of all!
Pushing backs against the wall.
Caring less who stumbles or falls!
Yet...
Honoring that sacrifice.
Honoring the vanity...
To stand valiant,
Against any opposition.
And not dare stumble or crawl!
Contrived.
Reasons to deplete and demolish...
With polished colloquial approaches done.
Increasing a misery!
Decreasing the fantasies of deceptions kept!
Leaving those weeping with intentions met!
To deprive.
As hunger and squalid images seep.
Delighting the wicked and those who leech!
Contrived with lies...
To stir up a racial division,
In a chaos that is meant...
To bleed resentment,
And spread contempt!
Contrived!
But those architects selected,
Are detected!
And all that has been done,
Is finally put to death!
With a taste of bitterness erased.
As unmarked graves are left.
And with time...
Forgotten!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I gotta run...
Craving for the blue moon
Glued on to the sky and I,
Run for fun and sing to sink
I gotta run…
I gotta sing…
Elicit elite out my way for you
Glued on to the mind and I,
Run for fun and its fun to sink
I gotta run…
I gotta sink…
So deep and I get hold of thy art,
Glued on to these pebbles and I,
Run for fun and sing to sink
I gotta run…
I gotta rise…
All the way holding on to you…
Glued on to you and I rise…
A long way to reach the shore…
I gotta run…
I gotta sing…
I gotta rise…
I gotta…
poem by Nithin Jacob
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If You Need Oil
There aint no moon
There aint no stars
Have to close up soon
cause there aint no cars
Got no radio
Got no telephone
Im just awful bored
And Im so alone
Baby, please come to the station
And Ill wipe your windshield clean
If you need oil, Ill give you oil
And Ill fill your tank with gasoline
Baby, please come to the station
You know I get so lonely there
Bring some wine for inspiration
And wear a ribbon in your hair
Hear those dogs bark
Man, they can feel this cold
And its so dark I need your hand to hold
Baby, please come to the station
You know I need you so tonight
Come and put your arms around me
Baby, come and hold me tight
Please, baby, come to the station
Ive taken all that I can take
Baby, how can you be sleeping
When you know that Im awake?
song performed by by Randy Newman
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God Made Your Lips
God made your lips for me to kiss. Your hands for me to hold.
God made your smile for me to miss and treasure more than gold.
God made your ears so I could tell how beautiful you are.
God made your eyes to cast a spell, no matter, near or far.
God made your arms to hold me tight each time before I leave.
God made your legs to stir delight like Adam saw in Eve.
God made your doubts to fade away, for years have come and gone.
God made your joys thank Him each day our love goes on and on.
God made your heart a lot like mine - hold fast to what God says.
God made you my sweet Valentine, you're always in my prayers.
God made your mind, your memories, your dreams and all you're worth.
God made you precious so you'd please the luckiest man on Earth!
God made your blessings one by one and when I look at you,
I wonder what great thing I've done that you should love me, too.
poem by Denis Martindale
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This Town
I'm cured
When you say there's something left
It's pure
Just to know we will always be friends
I hope you find your mind and let them go
Theres nothing left to do in this town
Theres no where left to fly but on the ground
I'll reach you
It's over me
That I cannot describe it
My friends
You know that I can't hide it
Like planets
Contemplate my worlds
Painting all the colours
Running dry like me
There's nothing left to say in this town
There's nowhere left to hide but inside pride
I'll reach you
I'll reach you
Theres nothing left to do in this town
Theres no where left to fly but on the ground
I'll reach you
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight
I'm cured
When you say there's something left
When you say there's something left
I'm cured
There's nothing left to do in this town
There's no where left to fly but on the ground
I'll reach you
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (no matter were u are)
Tonight
Tonight
I'll reach you
I'll reach you
Tonight
song performed by by Inme
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Hold On Im Coming
Dont you ever, feel sad
Lean on me, when the times are bad
When the day comes
And youre down
In a bit of trouble
And you bite the ground
Just hold on, Im coming
Hold on, Im coming
Hold on, Im coming
Hold on, Im coming
Im on my way, your lover
If you get cold, yeah, I will be your cover
Dont have to worry, cause Im here
No need to suffer, baby
cause Im here
Just hold on, Im coming
Hold on, Im coming
Hold on, Im coming
Hold on, Im coming
Reach out to me, for satisfaction, yeah
Call my name, yeah, for reaction yeah yeah yeah
Yeah baby
Dont you ever, feel sad
Lean on me, when the times are bad
When the day comes
And youre down
In a bit of trouble
And you bite the ground
So hold on, Im coming
Hold on, Im coming
Hold on, Im coming
Hold on, Im coming
Reach out to me, oh yeah, for satisfaction, yeah
Call my name, yeah, for reaction yeah yeah, yeah oh yeah
Hold on, Im coming
Hold on, Im coming (repeats to fade...)
song performed by by Boney M.
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Quick Sand Of Time
I sink into oblivion
On the quicksand of Time
As neither violet nor gray shade
Hold any good.
The fragrance and flower
The aroma and earth
No more hold any good
As I sink into the quicksand of Time.
The youth and age
No more hold any good
As the opening note of the lullaby
And the closing note of the dirge
Sound jarring to my ears
As I sink into the quicksand of Time.
My country has contrived for me the most insignificant office that ever the invention of man contrived or his imagination conceived.
quote by John Adams
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Licence porter
Santosh licence porter
make people happy
wth his song and sairy sally.
Santosh licence porter
as great as Oobbamaa
by his stature
so far as service to
humanity concerned.
Santosh licence porter
is always at the station.
To visit again and again
he called me often.
Santosh licence porter
everybodys friend
everybodys son
As if in the station
he is the moon
he is the sun.
Come to the station
to meet Santosh
how Santosh is there
to enable passenger
to reach their destination.
Santosh is
Santosh and you find
in your village also
if you like to hear song
if you like to make friend
with monk.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Meet Me At The Station
(brother williams memphis sanctified singers)
Well if I get to heaven before you do
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, mother dear, for you
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
Father, when the train comes along
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Well if my eyes see the glory, before yours do
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, father, for you
I will meet you at the station whe your train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train comes along
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Now if my feet touch the homeline before yours do
I will meet you at the station when the train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, my brother, for you
I will meet you at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Now if you see gods country before I do
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
Will you be there watching, sister, for me
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
When my train
When my train
Meet me at the station when my train comes along
When my train
Sister, when my train comes along
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when my train comes along
When the train
Oh, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
song performed by by Waterboys
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A Sinking Soul
sink
sink
sink
sink
my
soul
to
sleep
at
the
bottom
of
the
dream
find
your
self
know
your
self
sink
sink
sink
m y
soul
why
are
you
so
silen t?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I've always thought space station is a great name. It should be like a gas station where we go for service and supplies before heading further out.
quote by Wally Schirra
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Good riding at two anchors men have told, For it one break, the other yet may hold.
The Judgement
By dickey betts
Copyright 1981 pangola publishing co.
Transcribed by paul gongola.
The words are the thunder
The thought is the lightning
The telling of the tale is the storm
The defendant must be guilty
As he waits impatiently
As the wooden stake is driven
And the angel sounds the horn
The cornered lion is not within the realm of reason
Fear is like the cracking of the lash
You want to run, you want to fight
Lightning flashes in the night
You finally turn away to hide your face
As the judges file in to take their places
You got to hold your ground
Hold your ground like a man
Sometimes youve just got to hold your ground
When the truth has finally been tasted
You can tell them all their time has not been wasted
You got to hold your ground
Hold your ground like a man
Sometimes youve just got to hold your ground
When the truth has finally been tasted
You can tell them all their time has not been wasted
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Carbon Sinks
I think that I shall never see
a better Carbon Sink than M.I.T.’s
It helps keep green house gas at bay
By sequestering it away
The Carbon Sink works like a tree
but does it more efficiently
When trees in wintertime are bare
The Carbon Sink still cleans the air
And trees can yield up carbon once again
When Forest fires make them burn
Poems are made by fools like me
But Carbon Sinks are made by M.I.T
poem by John F. McCullagh
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