Rowing is a sport for dreamers. As long as you put in the work, you can own the dream. When the work stops, the dream dissapears.
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I Will Have To Work Hard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
This world is a mischief, full of hazards
I can not sleep, i may not be in the womb
A dream is nourishing, smoldering like a bomb
People are racing towards a dark cave
This dream is heady, but not a dupe slave
An eye in a dream or a dream in an eye
Hatched in black, exploring a blue sky
It is still tidy, doesn't need any nard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
It is clean, It is holy
empowered by God
It's soul is almighty with healthy bod
A long way to go, a long way to go
Wings are mature, now ground is below
never weary, never desire a bard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
poem by Mayur Gupta
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Wings Of Grace
WINGS OF GRACE (The Dreamers)
What shall we do with the dreames
Who see a world we can never know
Who have found a place of wonder
Where only children dare to go
What shall we do with the dreames
Whose world has no room for hate
Whose vision of tomorrow? promise
Is so far removed from our fate
For they dream of a thousand tomorrows
Each one better than the one before
A future filled with compassion
For the tired, the weak, the hungry and the poor
What shall we do with the dreamers
Who no longer answer when we ask why
Who work to make their world better
And are unefraid to try
What whall we say to the dreamers
Whose lives make ours seem so bare
Who make us feel so empty
Because they dare to care
For they dream not of thing done before
But of the miracles which lie ahaid
Of the needy who can be assisted
And the famshed who can be fed
What shall we make of the dreamers
When they choose not to live as we
When they say our world has no meaning
As long as others are still not free
What shall we think of the dreamers
When they no longer listen to what we say
When their silence leaves us uneasy
And they refuse to go away
For they dream of fanciful figures
Poised in mid-flight
Angels with Wings of Grace
Floating on the light
Messengers from the next world
So unfamiliar but yet not strange
Bringing word of the New World
The begginnin of the change
What shall we do with the dreamers
song performed by by Santana
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The Legacy Of A Dreamer
Someone said that I’m a dreamer,
And if that’s really true—
I’d like to dream the kind of dreams
That few dreamers do.
I would dream the fairest dream—
One that I could share
With rich, poor and so much more
Of people everywhere.
I would dream constructive dreams,
With new ideas on which to build—
Accomplishing elaborate schemes,
By labor and by will.
I would dream impossible dreams
And diligently pursue.
And I would work tenaciously
To make those dreams come true.
I’d dream away the hurt and pain
That sin has caused us all.
I’d dream away the clouds and rain
That linger from the fall.
I’d dream lofty, noble dreams
With aims and goals set high,
And strive to fulfill each dream
Before THE DREAMER dies.
*Taken from: Reflections of Life. 1997.
poem by Walterrean Salley
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What Are You To Me?
(Day dream...day dream...)
Day dream...(day dream...)
So many times i've overfloated
So many faces come and go
I played my cards into the sun
and tried to work out
What you are to me
Been here before
A million open doors
Only one would set me free
So i fought against the wall
And tried to work out
What you are to me, to me, to me, to me...
To me......
Beside my eyes
The answer lies
Something i can't see
Another day
Another way
So they say to me, to me
To me..., to me..., to me...
(what's wrong?)
To me... (to me...)
To me... (to me...)
To me... (to me...)
To me... (to me...)
song performed by by Unkle
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I, Once, Dreamt a Dream
I, once, dreamt a dream that dreamers oft dream
Of loving and living a lovely life
A house, my children and a caring wife
I, once, dreamt a dream that dreamers oft dream
Oh, how I long to dream that dream again
Where hope solemnly sought for nothing more
Than to find her standing there, at my door
Oh, how I long to dream that dream again
How do dreams die... Do they ever revive
How does one learn to trust the coming day
When the past keeps trust an arms length away
How do dreams die... Do they ever revive
I, once, dreamt a dream that dreamers oft dream
Oh, how it seemed closer than dreams oft seem
I lived a dream once upon a daydream
We'd walk slowly through the park holding hands
Speaking so sweetly and making our plans
I lived a dream once upon a daydream
I lived a love once when a love loved me
I knew her in ways that only I knew
I was the first among her chosen few
I lived a love once when a love loved me
In one heartbeat she chose a diff'rent path
Oh, how could she leave without one last kiss
I often wonder if love still exists
In one heartbeat she chose a diff'rent path
I lived a dream once upon a daydream
Oh, how it seemed closer than dreams oft seem
((February 2nd,2009))
poem by Danny Speicher
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Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up, work me out, work me flip side down.
Work me here, work me there, work me with renown.
Work me hot, work me greedy,
work me through and through.
Work me to the very marrow,
work me just like I'd work you.
Work me proud, work me late,
work me do not hesitate.
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue.
Work me steady, work me needy, work me to a lather.
Work me til my backbone breaks, and the buzzards gather.
Work me in, work me under, work me til I bleed,
Work me over red hot coals, work me like a boss in need.
Work me nasty, work me silly, work me through the clover.
Up down, 'n' in between, into a slipknot sweet Jehovah.
Work me, work me, go ahead.
Work me, work me, til I'm dead.
Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Payment
A tortuous path of neurons arced a call: ‘Awake! ’
I did; in rising, peering, stretching, bearing,
Pained anticipation saw it all:
Foretold, another filthy day.
I drew the drape: diluvian lay the ground
Beneath a lazy leaden cloud – apissing out
The puddles; irksome on the roof –
The drumming drops of bitter glee
Were hounding out a hapless me –
Reinforcing doubt that I am sound.
I left the house
to go to work
to earn a crust
without a perk
then on to bust
another straining vessel.
Trudging on thro’ mud and clay, I pondered:
‘Why a drought of happy times?
Auspicious climes were
Old and fusty books
Atop a dusty shelf
Inside a morgue-of-a-room,
Somewhere in a long-forgotten library
Down a lane without a way.’
I thought again: ‘And still I pay.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Office Work
Work, work, work..
sitting effort,
on a chair
empty screen,
emotive stare
Work, work, work...
slunched shoulders,
side by side
warming ocean,
stolen pride,
Work, work, work...
hey man,
you man,
ant-field flys
pergatory,
promotion,
pitch-fork eyes.
Work, work, work...
college loving,
take me back,
drunk lace orgy,
primrose sack
Work, work, work...
day dream,
day stare,
simple soul.
Drop your complexity
and know,
your,
role.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
poem by David DeSantis
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My Realistic Sister
when she speaks
there will always be truth to it.
she told you
it wouldn't work
and it did not really work.
see? she is Cassandra.
see? the rails are cut off now
the train stops.
she speaks from the past lives she had.
once she was Cleopatra, she knew any Julius Caesar.
now she is telling me the same thing.
i am afraid, this thing too that i have in my palm
will not work. I am crushing it, but i still doubt it.
i wish it were a bird with strong bones.
i wish it were a fish, with slimy scales
i dream it may escape the way i want it inside that dream.
but my sister was the Cassandra.
her statements become true, and i have fear now
about this black bird in my palm
it is alive.
tomorrow, i ask myself, if i too shall learn
the art of
killing. I guess, she must be right.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gemini Dream
Long time no see
Short time for you and me
Were on the road
Like you knew we would
First night, so long
A state of mind
What can go wrong
Were here, the time is right
To rock n roll
Right through the night
Make it work out
Make it work
Make it work out
Make it work out
For each other tonight
State fright, candle light
You can let go
Tonights the night
Came back for you
Glad to see
That you came too
Theres a place a gemini dream
Theres no escaping from the love we have seen
So come with me, turn night to day
You gonna wake up
You know you gonna wake up in a gemini dream
Turned round to see
Where weve been
And what we believe
In life, love
Take a chance
See it through
Youll be glad
That you came too
Theres a place a gemini dream
Theres no escaping from the love we have seen
So come with me, turn night to day
You gonna wake up
You know you gonna wake up in a gemini dream
Long time no see
The lights go up
For you and me
Were here
The time is right
To rock n roll
Right through the night
Living it
Believing it
Wanting it
Make it work out
Make it work
Make it work out
Make it work out
For each other tonight
Long time no see
Short time for you and me
So fine so far so good
Were on the road
Like you knew we would
song performed by by Moody Blues
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I am a Dreamer
I am a dreamer
like everyone else
but I am not like other dreamers
I dream the possible
I know my dream can become reality
but I am not quite sure how or when
it seems impossible
yet I see others live it out
Dreaming is indescribable
I do not comprehend it
when I have a grasp on it
it embraces me
I love to dream
It is reality so close,
close enough to touch
but I stretch out my hand to touch nothing
Dream big, dream little
a dream is a dream
chase them
who knows what they will entail?
poem by Ben Bergeth
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Bussing to Work
Sitting on a boring bus to work,
I dream and stare and read,
grey morning light suffuses us,
we users of this beast
Stops come and go, take people on,
and deposits those who leave.
For destinations unknown,
and of no interest, to me.
Work lies ahead, sleep stays behind,
My missed compatriot.
And you are on your bus to work,
Missed more yet than that.
You sit there in your grey lit suit,
I hope you think of me
Minutes away, so close behind,
I left you on our stop.
Waking up in your arms, so warm,
Still all I want to feel
In mornings cold and busy days,
I think of you and me.
How after this long day of work,
We’ll share togetherness and then
Tomorrow morning after showering
I’ll leave you at the stop again.
poem by Kevin Linnekamp
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Quiet Steam
Released as b-side of digging in the dirt single, 1992.
Stand back
Stand back
What are those dogs doing, sniffing at my feet
Theyre onto something, pickin up, pickin up
This heat
This heat
Give me steam
How you feel can make it real
Get a life with this dreamers dream
Oh, give me steam
Real as anything you see
Get a life in this dreamers dream
You know your culture from your trash
You know your plastic from your cash
When I lose sight of the track
You know the way back
But I know you
You know your stripper from your paint
You know your sinner from your saint
Whenever heavens doors are shut
You get them open, but
I know you
Give me steam
And how you feel can make it real
Get a life in this dreamers dream
Oh, give me steam
Real as anything you see
Get a life in this dreamers dream
You know your green from your red
You know the quick from the dead
So much better than the rest
You think youve been blessed
But I know you
You know your ladder from your snake
You know the throttle from the brake
You know your straight line from the curve
Youve got a lot of nerve
But I know you
Give me steam
And how you feel can make it real
Get a life in this dreamers dream
Oh, give me steam
Real as any place youve been
Get a life with this dreamers dream
Oh yeah, I need steam
Feel your steam around me
Turning up the heat
I start to dream aloud
You move my hands and feet
Wont you step into this cloud
Of steam
This steam
Give me steam
How you feel can make it real
Real as anything youve seen
Get a life with this dreamers dream
Give me steam
How you feel can make it so real
Get a life in this dreamers dream
Help me yeah
Comin alive
In your steam
Comin alive
In your steam
Comin alive
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!
So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Inspiration Dream
At night
When I am asleep
I dream so many things
That are inspiring
I dream of poverty ending
I dream of everyone finding work
I dream of becoming an accomplished writer
These are just a few of my inspiring dreams
I dream during storms
I dream during the day
I dream in gardens
I dream daily and nightly
Dreams are like stars
They appear and disappear
Each and every day
And everyone rich and poor
Famous and not famous
Have their own dreams
That they want to achieve
So go after your dreams
And let them inspire you
poem by Emily Krauss
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Dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
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dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
until to the end draws nigh
to wake up and breath high
Ency Bearis
(c) copyright 2008
poem by Ency Bearis
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A Dream, a Dream
A dream, A dream,
another dream.
A dream of you,
A dream of love,
A dream of you and me,
we had such chemistry,
If only you could see.
A dream we danced in the moonlight,
A dream we made love til the mornings bright light,
A dream, A dream,
Where my true feeling burst,
A dream, A dream
Makes me feel more hurt.
A dream, A dream,
of true love,
over and over,
over and over,
A dream, A dream
where we are together,
A dream, A dream,
why can't it be real,
A dream, A dream,
where really connect,
A dream, A dream
that I can't reject,
A dream, A dream,
and another dream,
Why can't it be real?
Why can't you love me?
poem by Matthew Petranovich
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Long Way Home
Oh, its cold and lonely here-
Here in this telephone booth
Theres three sides to every story:
Yours and mine and the cold, hard truth
I think theres something missing round here
I dont know where its gone
But its a long way back home
The heat dont work
The toaster dont work
The car dont work
And I guess I know why
This house dont work and this dream dont
Work no more
And lover, neither do you and i
I fall asleep with the colors flying
Over sand and foam
But its a long way back home
And its a long way back home
And its a long way back home
Its a long way back home
song performed by by Don Henley
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Dreaming
You were high above me
popular;
your family had money.
The girls
chased you
brazenly,
but I thought
just maybe
your eye
caught mine
but could not risk
being wrong
could not face Risk's Rejection.
Maybe it is something
I am imagining..
But it has become my dream;
You and I.
A secret dream
which I cannot share
with anyone
because if I do
people will laugh.
I told my best friend
and she said 'Wow'
Over and over again.
but she had no comment
for me
or encouragement.
I then knew
my Reality Test Score
came back
Negative.
How to dream
if you can't have the dream
you want to dream?
What is the use of dreaming
if what you want in dreaming
is forbidden?
I can hold on to it if I desire
but this becomes the standard
for what is for me desirable.
How to embrace
anyone
or anything less
without it seeming
a Coming Down
from what
my dream
says is best?
'Well, ' my Mom said
'You know you are allowed
more than one dream.
There will be others
and they will be there
for you to work toward;
yours to get.'
And true I did get
more than one dream
and you know dear
I did have a better dream
and that dream is you.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Have A Dream
O my God,
Give me a wonderful dream,
Hope for a successful dream
Give me the best dream.
I have a dream
Now,
Tonight,
Tomorrow,
A dream within a dream,
Dream of guardian angel,
Dream of seeing myself,
Being success and happy.
I have a dream
Dream of heaven
Dream of success
Dream of happiness
I have a dream,
A Dream to become
What I want to become,
Dream of my coming
I have a dream,
Dream to freedom
Dream of enlightenment
Dreaming endlessly.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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