The swimmer adrift on the open seas measures his strength, and strives with all his muscles to keep himself afloat. But what is he to do when there is no land on the horizon, and none beyond it?
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The Blue Nowhere
Afloat and adrift
In the “blue nowhere”
Amongst nebulous nothingness
Yet anxious to share
To dwell in anonymity
Yet not in close proximity
Giving unusual free rein
To things usually unshared
Words put in prose
sent into the blue
In poems that are proposed
To be read by you
Anonymity is blindness
Nonconformity a kindness
So we cast our emotions
On ethereal oceans
Set afloat and adrift
In the “blue nowhere'
poem by David Whalen
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In A Far Away Land
At times
In a fleeting moment
I let go myself of
My travails, trials, tribulations
My fears, my doubts
To ride on a stallion of courage
In its smooth photo finish stride
All of me known to you and me
Get disjointed
In that no man’s land
Where the stallion stops for a breather
I throw myself into your open arms
No, the land has no moon
No stars, no gentle breeze
Honeyed words or rainbows
It’s a land strangely bereft of
All these I so far imagined
And associated with you and me
Under that unending azure open sky
In that land of stretching horizon
And vast expanse of earth
And roaring seas
You, I
And the stallion
That looked disinterestedly around
17 May 2011
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Africa my land
Africa my land
Land of the condemned
Your mountains are the measures of your strife
Your rivers are the measures of your tears
Your soil is the measure of your pride
Africa my land
Land of trials and tribulations
Your wisdom has raised foreign nations and instilled hope to the desolate
Your African sun still shines jubilantly, lighting your beauty and humility
Your scars are hidden in your valleys and streams
Africa my land
Land of conquerors and warriors
With cracked feet you continue to stand
Like Sirius you shine against all odds
exonerate your fears and continue to strive
Africa my land
Land of hope and victory
Beat the drum and call your children to rejoice in your might and strength
Let your wounds mark the battles you've won
Let your beauty mark the beginning of a great journey, but not the end
poem by Thobile Masondo
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New Love
No matter how many times experienced
The feeling is so exhilarating
That of a newly gotten love
My muscles burst with strength
Unlimited I've become, and what can't I do?
Oh dear! It feels like a dream
I do not need anyone to tell
I know, for in love fallen with her
Tomorrow the land rejoices
And I with Harriet would dine
She is one from the land of great riches
The purest of treasures; from a heart's mine
I love you so much honey
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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Faith in Destiny
Forever shall I be there, willing to hold you in my arms,
I’d never do you any harm girl, for it is beyond me to do so,
But think not of me sinking within the waters of my own embrace
For faith in Destiny shall keep me afloat yet know that my affection
Is willing to coat you in the most profound of loves,
For romance breathes within this soul of mine and seeks another
With which to share it’s time. Forever would I be willing to hold
You, throughout the cold of winter, throughout our growing old
But only when you deem the time is right, for the mysteries
You perceived within my eyes are open to you if you will just
Join me one moment in naked embrace; I’ll open up the skies of
My love for you and we may swim an emotion deep beyond the horizon.
poem by David Lacey
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Summer's Rain
Another child bathed in summer's rain
Another cloud rised in horizon's plain
Another piece broke from your crystal heart
Another piece broke your consiousness apart
Chasing after the brightest eyes
Where have you been all my life?
Perhaps you've been a thorn in my side
Perhaps you've been a flower to revive
And here we are, adrift upon summer's sky
And here we are, adrift upon our bitter lives
Though drowning in summer's rain
No longer, no longer, no longer
Now that we've found the urge
For memory to remember
And forgetfulness to forget
For all our times to spend
Dreaming about summer
And summer's end....
poem by Lubna Hazeem
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Meditations Whilst Lost At Sea
I awoke to find myself adrift but afloat
all alone at sea in a small sailing boat.
On an endless expanse of crystal green ocean
in all directions there was hardly any motion.
The sky above was very clear and limitless I deemed
and tended to meet the sea on the horizon it seemed.
The sun was setting in that area and the moon was rising in another re birthed
so I got some sense of direction but still couldn't see any land the sea girthed.
How I wished then to have some wings to fly
like a bird through the air across all of the sky.
There would however be the question of ‘which way to go? ’
because from where I had come from didn't seem to know.
I was alone in this stillness and the silence was almost complete
except for a constant throb heard which was my own heartbeat.
And so looking downwards on the water's surface saw my own face's reflection
and that of the sky above with stars shinning through upon a closer inspection.
There was also a slight ripple against the boat's hull
but apart from that everywhere else about was a lull.
Without even any hint of a little whispering breeze on the sail
it all appeared to be calm and peaceful around here to prevail.
On an endless ocean and also under a limitless sky
I found myself to be adrift there not knowing why.
With no idea of where I had come from or in which direction to go
there also wasn't anything else around with an indication to show.
After a while I noticed the boat's rudder wasn't fixed to steer it in any direction
and I realized then it was left up to me to make that particular personal selection.
A decision had to be made on which way to go and to help nature get me there
so I opted for the point where the sun set on the horizon and sea met sky there.
It seemed like I only had myself to depend on but what could this mean?
the answer to be found was probably related in some way to that scene.
As there was no one else close by to ask but my very soul
I somehow perceived that perhaps this was its peculiar role.
Just as there is light in either of the night or day skies from above
there's also a light of our soul hidden within the darkness thereof.
It is said that the outer world is that of the macrocosm
and our inner world being then that of the microcosm.
The dropp is in the ocean and the essence of the ocean is in the drop
its separation is an illusion which our mind to see has a little to stop.
The wave then is part of the ocean and the ocean contains the wave
and existence is infinite because life continues again after the grave.
What many people tend to have faith in, although not appearing obvious or to exist,
giving no tangible proof to our senses, may yet through all existence actually persist.
And if It is All-pervading and All-knowing then It must be aware of every little thing
even though they be endless or limitless That being All-powerful sustains everything.
With the ebb and flow of the ocean's current then at eventide
I also had That to depend on to see where it took me for a ride.
Although I was left there at the mercy of a very gentle ocean swell
maybe Providence would take me back home again - who can tell?
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poem by George Krokos
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Eternal Sea
Going to the sea is kind,
Ally yourself with humanity,
Then concentrate on the horizon,
Full seas belatedly arise from us.
Go to the heavens in a day or week,
This time it isn't so easy,
For heaven is like Paradise,
And this seems mean,
But really the heavenliest prophets
Can be seen,
On the horizon
Far too glorious
And eternal.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Prince Caspian
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian,
With nothing to return to but the demons in their caves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian,
And the children in the fields all sowing seed and chaffing wheat
Oh, to be prince caspian with stumps instead of feet
Oh to be prince caspian
Oh to be prince caspian
Oh to be prince caspian
song performed by by Phish
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Autumn On The Horizon
Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell
By the colored leaves that fell,
While all around the land was green,
The change in the season hardly seen.
Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell,
Orchard trees are fruitless as well.
Their outstretched boughs as if in a spell
As the succulent leaves begin to pale.
Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell,
Birds not singing on the porch rail
Sensing the coming of the autumn chill,
Prepare to flock on the nearby hill.
Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell
Seeing woolly caterpillars on the boarded well,
Squirrels scurrying across the ground
Where hickory nuts now abound.
Autumn is coming soon, if one believes,
The land will be covered with a blanket of leaves.
Flowers wilting beneath the hazy sky,
No longer attracting a beautiful butterfly.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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My surroundings
Flowing seemingly through my surroundings
Surroundings carved by my ways
Give me the strength to breath
To fill the vacuum I have surrounded me with
Solitude has silenced me
Never to speak as myself again
My words no longer requires air
No air
My actions requires no muscles
No Muscles
What I do is not real
Obscured by my surroundings.
Solitude have mercy and let some air in
Let me have enough to Exist
To wallow in your cold mist
// i know there is no ongoing rhythm in this poem, but i just had to post it anyway
A Swimmer and a Crocodile
He wants to cross the river
But the ferryman is nowhere
The notice says Crocodiles and beware!
Swimmer in a clue.
An old crocodile came
And tears in its eyes.
'I was watching since in the morning
And I am so sorry,
Believe me I am a different one
Always help others
And if you don't mind
I can give you a ride
Before it gets dark.'
'I too scare of darkness
And I love rides but not in a rough weather uncle.'
Swimmer replied.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Stretch
Stretch in the morning
when you open your eyes.
Stretch those muscles
before you arise.
Be like the cat
or dog you see
who won't make a move
til its muscles are free.
Stretch out your life.
Don't move so fast.
Move a little slower
to make it last.
Be like the cat
that has nine lives.
Fall gently.
That's how one survives
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Men are beginning to realize that they are not individuals but persons in society, that man alone is weak and adrift, that he must seek strength in common action.
quote by Dorothy Day
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Swimming (action poem)
Diving in with a splash.
Feeling cold water.
Rising to the surface.
Taking a deep breath.
Kicking through the water.
Fighting to stay afloat.
Slowing making my way to the wall.
Feeling the well toned muscles.
Swimming is a wonderful exercise.
poem by Vega Destiny Star
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Ten Thousand Men A Day
All the world was wearying,
All the world was sad;
Everything was shadow-filled;
Things were going bad.
Then a rumour stirred all hearts
As a wind stirs trees-
Ten thousand men a day
Coming over seas!
Soon we saw them marching by-
God! what a sight!-
Shoulders back, and heads erect,
Faces full of light.
Smiling like a morn in May,
Moving like a breeze,
Ten thousand men a day
Coming over seas.
Weary soldiers worn with war
Lifted up their eyes,
Shadows seemed to lift a bit,
Dawn was in the skies.
Hope sprang to troubled hearts,
Strength to tired knees:
Ten thousand men a day
Were coming over seas.
France and England swarmed with them,
Khaki-clad and young,
Filled with all the joy of life-
Into line they swung.
Waning valour rose anew
At the sight of these
Ten thousand men a day
Coming over seas.
Still they come-and still they come
In their strength and pride.
Victory with radiant mien
Marches on beside.
Victory is here to stay,
Every heart agrees,
With ten thousand men a day
Coming over seas.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Muscles
(michael jackson)
She said she wants a man
To always understand
But thats alright for her
Still it aint enough for me
She said she wants a guy
To keep her satisfied
But thats alright for her
But it aint enough for me
Still, I dont care if hes young or old
(just make him beautiful)
I just want someone I can hold on to
I want muscles
All, all over his body
(make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
I want muscles
All, all over his body
(make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
They say they have to see
His real personality
But thats alright for them
Still it aint enough for me
I need what the eyes can see, ah
(his anatomy)
If thats alright for them
Still it aint enough for me
I dont care if hes young or old
Just make him beautiful
I just want some strong man to hold on to
I want muscles
All, all over his body
(make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
I want muscles
All over his body
(make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
Muscle man, I want to love you
In person, I want your body
Come with me, hiding the cascades
Let this be, weve got this thing made
Lost at sea, hide the desert
Stay with me, you wont regret it
Take this love, so deep to swim in
Come to me, and let the love in
She said she wants a man
To always understand
But thats alright for her
Still it aint enough for me
I dont care if hes young or old
(just make him beautiful)
I just want someone I can hold on to
I want muscles
All, all over his body
(make him strong enough from his head down to his toes)
I want muscles
All over him, all over him
I want muscles
All, all over his body
I want muscles
I want all I can get
All over him, all over him
I want muscles, muscles, muscles
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Lord Is King
The Lord is King, and weareth
A robe of glory bright:
He clothed with strength appeareth,
And girt with powerful might.
The earth He hath so grounded
That moved it cannot be;
His throne long since was founded,
More old than time is He.
The waters highly flowed,
And raised their voice, O Lord;
The seas their fury showed,
And loud their billows roar'd.
But God in strength excelleth
Strong seas and powerful deeps;
With Him all pureness dwelleth,
And firm His truth He keeps.
poem by George Wither
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Philippians 4: 13
The strength to resist the night
The strength to endure the day
The strength to keep righteous paths in sight
The strength to take them without delay
The strength to find a purpose in life
The strength to find the truths it brings
The strength to kick away from strife
The strength to stabalize the rock it clings
The strength to light a friend’s day up
The strength to resist wrathful foes
The strength to fill a stranger’s dry cup
The strength to shun sin when it opposed
The strength to feel a injured man’s pain
The strength to hold a reject’s hand
The strength to act against any gain
The strength to love without demand
The strength to understand that our King
Has blessed us with more than we can contain
Therefore regardless what time may bring
The strength will continue to reign
poem by Anders Lim
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When Rivers Begin To Recede..
Rivers recede often in search of their spots of origin
And the mighty oceans begin to recall their past!
Rivers never get back to them.
A river whispers something into the ears of the paternal mountain
Her travelogue is it perhaps.
She falls silent then.
In the depths of the seas a sigh is heard
And it reaches the ears of none.
No river begins to flow again!
The pearls of the seas are shattered across the shores
And the carcasses of little Mermaids afloat the shallow waves.
At the tops of the peaks one hears the shouts of joy.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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