We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.
quote by Ella Maillart
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The Goal Of Poetry
it is simply to reach
out to people
with our verbal hands
these mental arms
and make them
look
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
d eeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeperdeeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
too, within
themselves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deeper Understanding
As the people here grow colder
I turn to my computer
And spend my evenings with it
Like a friend.
I was loading a new programme
I had ordered from a magazine:
Are you lonely, are you lost?
This voice console is a must.
I press execute.
Hello, I know that youve been feeling tired.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
Hello, I know that youre unhappy.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
Well Ive never felt such pleasure.
Nothing else seemed to matter.
I neglected my bodily needs.
I did not eat, I did not sleep,
The intensity increasing,
til my family found me and intervened.
But I was lonely, I was lost,
Without my little black box.
I pick up the phone and go, execute.
Hello, I know that youve been feeling tired.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
Hello, I know that youre unhappy.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
I turn to my computer like a friend.
I need deeper understanding.
Give me deeper understanding.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Living gives you a better understanding of life. I would hope that my characters have become deeper and more rounded personalities. Wider travels have given me considerably greater insight into how cultural differences affect not only people, but politics and art.
quote by Alan Dean Foster
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Armada So Vivid
Peculiar instances are gusts offered by schisms,
Fineries, armadas of fineries, and those passengers of the ships.
A sea of tranquil setting obtains the queue so vivid
In the act of satanic worship, after us, and all the people on board.
Embarking on a voyage of discovery, a satanic devil is held
In the confines of the ship, or boat, or armada, or navy.
Peculiar dangers await them, for they
Are in the most evil peril, a word we disguise.
Spices are against the Satan, that it morbidly sends
A disease on board to make mutineers and pirates gasp.
The pirates have seized them enough to cry,
The satanic spy conquered them with treachery.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Animal Rights
animal rights...
they're people too!
often more so than we are,
with a deeper reverence
...........for life,
and a deeper understanding
...of the sacredness
...........of the mundane!
give them back
...their rights to life!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You are into a relationship
You are on a ship
In a traveling crowd
Alone
And you look at the sea
You have no direction
And seeing you lonely
The sea says
“come into me
my love for you is boundless
my resources for you are limitless”
and you look at yourself
on a ship
you have no choice
you have nothing to lose
you take nothing with you
and you jump
into a relationship
with the sea
the sea makes love to you
you feel nothing
you sink
you sink deeper & deeper
into a relationship
and you feel
you are all wrapped
all over with its waves
your arms bound
your hands can not move
you can not help yourself anymore
you sink
you sink deeper & deeper & deeper
you see everything about the sea
the sea loves you
with all its resources
with all its love
you feel nothing
you sink
you sink deeper
you feel nothing
you are dead
you were already dead
a long long time ago
when you were
on that ship
you did not make any scream against your own shadow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ship Of Fools
The human race was dying out
No one left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon.
Everyone was hanging out
Hanging up and hanging down
Hanging in and holding fast
Hope our little world will last.
Along came mr. goodtrips
Looking for a new ship.
Come on people better climb on board
Come on babe were going home.
Ship of fools, ship of fools.
The human race was dying out
No one left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon.
Ship of fools, ship of fools x3
Climb on board
Ships gonna leave you all, far behind.
song performed by by Doors
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On ship board
We were on board for an island journey
Far off from crowded place with all kind of luxury
No one confided in us that sea could be rough and hostile
Ship was cruising with favorable wind meanwhile
All of sudden the lightening struck from the sky
Dark clouds appeared all of sudden with full try
The ship was on mid sea and weather took dramatic change
As if to warn human brain to wait for the revenge
Sea water is generally calm and peaceful
Its vast horizon is blue and open for adventure to make it successful
We were on simple pleasure trip and got trapped
It was feared that in no time it may wrapped
Sea level was rising alarmingly
It struck on sideways heavily
Whole ship was in full cry to disintegrate
We were offering prayers to escape the fate
Passengers of all ages worshipped with good faith
To help come over the crisis and spared from death
The old memory of sea disasters took over the grip
Many shouted with cry help and helplessly wept
Sea was infuriated and wanted to swallow
The entire ship crews were pressed to allow
Any members willing to sail in life boat
Or any means available to remain afloat
It rained heavily with high speed wind
I sat in corner but nothing was visible to find
Only I could see blue waters and no land in sight
The ship was drifting away and could hardly be seen without light
Suddenly weather came to rescue and wind slowed down
There appeared some hope and faded away some dangers already known
I prayed sincerely for sparing hundreds of lives
People were on board and waiting to dive
Sky in no time cleared off and stars came out
The moon was also seen and there was much to talk about
We all were on board and greeted each one with affection
I wondered at the dramatic change and thanked almighty for kind action
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Use missteps as stepping stones to deeper understanding and greater achievement.
quote by Susan S. Taylor
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The Silent Ship
the souls are in haste impressed with another time and with an other place
even the shore is sooty with the colorful smoke may be on face
in vain trying to explore and examine the other world and the fear from it
when the day has come to weigh anchor from our time more and more
a ship launches to unknown to obscurity from this parting harbour
the past and the future are loaded with the same thoughts
the same sadness..the same hesitation deteriorate them day by day on
what a holy magic is this..though there are so many passengers board one
this ship silently advances like nobody in it on the sea..waving
neither a handkerchief or a hand is waved when that ship is launching
past doomed to day..some worried with this parting
some screaming...some complaining of the ocean
their sadness longs for the shivering of meeting again
the ones behind..left on the quay are so worried with this voyage high
they look at the gloomy horizon for days with dampening eye
each bloody sunset adds a day to the gone passengers' lacking
this never ends..and drags itself to a hope of a new meeting again
while this is he situation with the first impact of sadness of parting
the beloveds and the lovers on the quay wait in vain
they still do not know that the loved ones gone will never return
this is the breeze of a night whose color is not known
it is the last moment of the soul in the body
listen silent bosoms...this is neither the last ship like this launching
nor for a life in agony ending the last mourning
they..who open their hands to sky on soil and on ground
pray for and complain of this reality....and of this miracle voyage
despairing is useless..listen to what the poet kEMAL says for this
''MOST OF THE PASSENGERS WHO HAD GONE
MUST HAVE BEEN EACH HAPPY WITH THE PLACE THEY HAD GONE
THOUGH SO MANY YEARS HAVE PASSED
FROM THEIR JOURNEY RETURN NONE
Yahya Kemal BEYATLI...Ali TURK KESKIN
Translatı on Metin SAHİ N
poem by Metin Sahin
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Pay You Back With Interest
(clarke / hicks / nash)
Too many people need me
Ive got so much, so much to do
But when my travelling is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
It seems unfair to leave you
And sell myself the way I do
But when my wandering is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
Most of my life Ive been moving
And when I tire out Ill come home to you
But until then Ill be waiting
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
How cold is my room, (how cold is my room)
Without your love beside me
We look at the same old moon (looking at the moon)
But youre not here beside me
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
Break
Too many people need me
Ive got so much, so much to do
But when my travelling is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
song performed by by Hollies
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One Day
The deeper and deeper I fall, deeper and deeper I seek,
Deeper and deeper I try and deeper and deeper I need
Forgive me
4x
And all I see is your face
2x
The deeper and deeper I fall, deeper and deeper I seek
Deeper and deeper I try, the deeper and deeper I need
The deeper and deeper I fail, deeper and deeper I read
Deeper and deeper I cry, the deeper and deeper I feed
Caught up in this game of life, me against you
Not doing what I should, just the things that I want to
So wrapped up, terrified of what I become
Outside Im laughing, inside Im numb
I cant see the light because it blinds me
Try to forget but my past always remidns me
Exposed, looked on by eyes of grace
Im so ashamed, dont look at my face
All I see is your face
4x
Get up by your strength, I rise up to thee
But Ill stay on my face if you will of me
Shape and mold me til your though
Humble myself, life laid down before you
I need your wisdom, so the truth I keep on living
And your love will always be a part of me
Cant do a thing, if I aint living for the kind
So dont ever leave or take your eyes off me
Its not who you are its who youre living for
Trials and tribulations will come
song performed by by P.O.D.
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The Greatest Thing Happening On This Earth
Is it possible to turn this ship around?
'Sure.
Let's look on the bright side of this situation.
It should be a lot lighter to do this...
Since now the ship is under water.
And the passengers are faithfully waiting,
On the surface in their lifeboats.
Hoping we soon will return their ship!
And deliver it to them...
Wherever their mindsets may be! '
So there is a possibility?
'Sure!
Aren't we the greatest thing happening,
On this Earth? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Develop interest in life as you see it in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.
quote by Henry Miller
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Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.
quote by Henry Miller
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Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.
quote by Henry Miller
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Circling Sharks
Some get it.
And some don't.
A few will.
And many wont.
But those standing on a safe shore,
Are no longer trying to stop
Those
From either swimming,
Or finding other methods...
To board a sinking ship.
With passengers too intoxicated,
To realized
The circling sharks...
Doing the backstroke,
Are not smiling to entertain the whims
Of those who view!
And none have come prepared,
For a formal dining experience.
Or meaningless chats with the captain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They may then be willing to cast principled votes based on an educated understanding of the public interest in the face of polls suggesting that the public itself may have quite a different understanding of where its interest lies.
quote by James L. Buckley
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So I would hope they would develop some kind of habit that involves understanding that their life is so full they can afford to give in all kinds of ways to other people. I consider that to be baseline spirituality.
quote by Susan Sarandon
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The Wreck of the Steamer Mohegan
Good people of high and low degree,
I pray ye all to list to me,
And I'll relate a terrible tale of the sea
Concerning the unfortunate steamer, Mohegan,
That against the Manacles Rocks, ran.
'Twas on Friday, the 14th of October, in the year of ninety-eight,
Which alas! must have been a dreadful sight;
She sailed out of the river Thames on Thursday,
While the hearts of the passengers felt light and gay.
And on board there were 133 passengers and crew,
And each one happier than another seemingly to view;
When suddenly the ship received some terrible shocks,
Until at last she ran against the Manacles Rocks.
Dinner was just over when the shock took place,
Which caused fear to be depicted in every face;
Because the ship was ripped open, and the water rushed in,
It was most dreadful to hear, it much such a terrific din.
Then the cries of children and women did rend the air,
And in despair many of them tore their hair
As they clung to their babies in wild despair,
While some of them cried- 'Oh, God, do Thou my babies spare!'
The disaster occurred between seven and eight o'clock at night,
Which caused some of the passengers to faint with fright;
As she struck on the Manacles Rocks between Falmouth and Lizard Head,
Which filled many of the passengers' hearts with dread.
Then the scene that followed was awful to behold,
As the captain hurried to the bridge like a hero bold;
And the seamen rushed manfully to their posts,
While many of the passengers with fear looked as pale as ghosts.
And the poor women and children were chilled to the heart,
And crying aloud for their husbands to come and take their part;
While the officers and crew did their duty manfully,
By launching the boats immediately into the sea.
Then lifebelts were tied round the women and children
By the brave officers and gallant seamen;
While the storm fiend did laugh and angry did roar,
When he saw the boats filled with passengers going towards the shore.
One of the boats, alas! unfortunately was swamped,
Which caused the officers and seamens' courage to be a little damped;
But they were thankful the other boats got safely away,
And tried hard to save the passengers without dismay.
Then a shriek of despair arose as the ship is sinking beneath the wave,
While some of the passengers cried to God their lives to save;
But the angry waves buffetted the breath out of them,
Alas, poor sickly children, also women and men.
Oh, heaven, it was most heartrending to see
A little girl crying and imploring most piteously,
For some one to save her as she didn't want to die,
But, alas, no one seemed to hear her agonizing cry.
For God's sake, boys, get clear, if ye can,
Were the captain's last words spoken like a brave man;
Then he and the officers sank with the ship in the briny deep,
Oh what a pitiful sight, 'tis enough to make one weep.
Oh think of the passengers that have been tempest tossed,
Besides, 100 souls and more, that have been lost;
Also, think of the mariner while on the briny deep,
And pray to God to protect him at night before ye sleep.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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