By this time it was past six, and the enemy's van and ours were at too great a distance to engage, I perceived some of their ships stretching to the northward; and I imagined they were going to form a new line.
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Imagined
Imagined the world described as heaven
Imagined the world all is even
Imagined everywhere without evil
Imagined the absence of soldier only civil
Imagined a quest between good nature existence
Imagined people, place and body with no cause for defence
Imagined air, love, soul and all virtues show their face
Imagined the extinction of all the different race
Imagined we always praise him who live above
Imagined nature ruffs all calm like pure dove
Imagined that you are not imagining
But all this is happening
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.
quote by Andre Breton
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Night Town of Words
Dark shapes lose their forms as the darkness
creeps over the cobbles, torn newspapers lose
their printed heart-blood, thrown before my shiny
pointed going-out shoes.
This is not the time for a manifesto, it is the
age of uncertain quality.
The past races from me and hides in doorways,
running over curved bridges, stretching out its tongue,
as chains of light break and form.
I read my notes, pulled from a pocket of coins and crumbs.
The letters make no sense, they are night shapes.
I is my body, am is longer and weaker, unhappy starts
with a boat, a half face stretching up to the stars
or half lights, p and y slip down into the next line,
the forms all wrong, a scale with just one wrong note.
I am unhappy? Did I write this?
poem by Leslie Philibert
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A r k
Such a fine morning sight –
all the species, not lining up
for extinction as they later were
but this time for preservation – a long line
patiently stretching into the distance
as far as mind could see
sometimes shifting quietly
from one leg to the other
or from four legs to three
or stretching a wing
hungry to fly – but where?
and one man blessed
radiant in his duty, awed
as that great ship expanded
a boundless mind of growing wood
and the naming…to what
did he listen, as the moo-moos
and the baa-baas and
the kraak-kraaks, bow-wows, miau-miaus
paused in front of him
for him to hear and name true nature;
the coo-coos already on the masthead;
the nightingale and song-thrush
quite unable to guess yet
at how Noah Knowall spoke their song..
and beyond the trampled mud around the gang-plank
the waters lapping audibly with
their own sacred name;
love that draws and binds and
love that flows;
here, love’s laws.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Fortress in the Eyes
Form a fortress in the battering vision
And defend strongly all trenches,
Keep an obstacle to fight them strong,
All initiative is acquired, has been achieved;
We face the enemy to question its morale,
And the written message is in their heads.
Face them all the time, towards the finishing line,
Where thieves are situated and lives are lost.
The enemy has entered the envy to reason,
For strength is entry of all places,
For reason is a strength too gifted that the hat is lifted.
Form a fortress in your eyes
And never forget with the mind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Original - Time, My Worst Enemy
Time, My Worst Enemy
Keeping me away from you
Time, My Worst Enemy
Moving slowly when we’re apart
Time, My Worst Enemy
Fleeting when you are near
Time, My Worst Enemy
Battling with it daily
Time, My Worst Enemy
Stealing moments from the clock
Time, My Worst Enemy
Until you are in my arms again
Time, My Worst Enemy
Rapidly chasing us down
Time, My Worst Enemy
He will not take you this time
Time, My Worst Enemy
You are in my arms to stay
Time, My Worst Enemy
Has Lost!
Shortfall
Is it possible
to decide differences?
Between great
works signifying lesser poets?
And inferior workings...
typifying recognized masters?
When such works
stand alone in isolation
with no prior
knowledge indicator
in non-volume...
unpublished form.
Is perceived
textured style
stretching margins;
seemingly fixed?
Exemplifying weighted scales;
symbolizing measure!
The only
touchstone symphony;
accurate
acquittal accord.
Which will signature serve;
as yield yardstick?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ships
(ian hunter)
We walked to the sea, just my father and me
And the dogs played around on the sand.
Winter cold cut the air, hanging still everywhere
Dressed in gray did he say hold my hand?
I said loves easier when its far away
We sat and watched the distant lights.
Were two ships that pass in the night
And we smile when we say its alright.
Were still here, its just that were out of sight
Like those ships that pass in the night.
Theres a boat on the line where the sea meets the sky.
Theres another that rides far behind.
And it seems you and I are like strangers a wide
Ways apart as we drift on through time.
He said its harder now youre far away
We only read you when you write.
Were two ships that pass in the night
We both smile when we say its alright.
Were still here, oh its just that were out of sight
Like those ships that pass in the night.
Were two ships that pass in the night
Were two ships that pass in the night
Were two ships that pass in the night
(repeat and fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Evil Time Place Person Past Era Convict
this is the great age instant
the time is now now now now
personal satisfaction instant
is believed perceived relieved
in instant access on line now
games games games trends
now now now twitter facebook
escape from past never look
back into demons of time past
in the past I don't
believe in the past
mottoes transcend
raw responsibilities
memories ignored
demons not executed
binding by oath don’t
review pain raw past
deaths not appeased
exorcism exorcismus must
religious practice demons evict
war crimes time place haunt
spiritual entities ghosts haunt
a person a place evil site haunt
dark spirit demon possessed
spiritual beliefs each exorcist
expel past horror appease past
take crime to court appease past
causing entity to swear oath now
perform an elaborate ritual convict
simply judge command sentence now
crime depart in justice time court now
in name of present higher power convict
exorcism practice is time psyche ancient
cultures religions belief system exorcist
feelings gone suppressed bite hurt haunt
nothing to do with me any more now evict
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Half Sleeping Birds II
My riding was on roads' margins;
arcane my path in dusk glory,
Some lost sea gulls knew my story,
peculiar listeners, burgeoned.
My soul's revolt deflects the pain,
was it one spell or more? In sea,
(half sleeping birds on a marquee) ,
conceived the crews and ships - again!
In distance ships that float bitter,
onto their trip of lone sorrows,
I reached the moors in half shadows,
three fates became my life's knitters.
They called reminding of my past,
their spell became a sky's thunder
my life won't be dead torn asunder,
because the ships' floating trip lasts.
My past's a track that draws away,
arcane the spells reversed inside;
did you invite my life to Hades,
and my road race of last Sunday?
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The enemy is gone
The enemy is gone
whose steel chariots shed flame,
aircraft dropped rockets and bombs
and helicopter gun ships drifted
like giant locusts in the sky.
Fear had no shame,
nor loose bowels,
or shell shock
that bewitched the brain
and boys became men,
forced into the reality
of surviving against the odds.
Still in the dark of night
the war comes back again
when sleep spread its wings
over distance and time.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Trumpets Of Heaven
A silver cry is calling from a height
Leaving the awful pause that follows song,
And through the silence shines a stretching light-
A stretching light that quietly runs along
The path of stars, and pierces cloud on cloud.
Pure things in space across the guiltless sky
Rustle with wings that bear in flight the proud
Revenge of God, with God's intensity.
Among the lighted ways-to move unheard,-
A great-unseen assembly seems to shine
To gather silently in line on line,
And wait and wait for some expected word,
A call on the height! And from the blinding skies
Come white battalions with their blinding eyes.
poem by Leon Gellert
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Daydreams
I lie amidst a pride of dandelions.
Odoriferous breaths overwhelm me.
Above, a sea with white wispy phantoms
Silently, adrift, like lost ships at sea.
I close my eyes but still see everything.
For what's perceived is also imagined.
A subtle April breeze whispers.. it's spring!
I smile with eyes still closed then I begin
Soliloquy: I need no gallery
Nor brush and palette to paint that which I see.
All I have seen is stored in memory
And abstract thought can launch this reverie.
I lie still among these yellow flowers
Lost in springtime daydreams by the hour.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Distance Of These Other Worlds
THE DISTANCE OF THESE OTHER WORLDS
The distance of these other worlds
Means you and I
Will never know them in our lifetimes-
The distance of these other worlds
Means you and I
Are in space and time
So small-
The distance of these other worlds
Means there is a great emptiness in- between
Vaster than our own spaces and worlds-
The distance of these other worlds
Means we in our own
Are more alone-
And if and when we meet others
Will not meet
In arrogant pride
But in fearful humility
The distance of these other worlds
Whether they are real or not
Means we are less great
Than we thought
And never will be
As singularly real
As we once dreamed-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Distance - Between
There is a
Distance.
Between,
Mortality and eternity.
Distance.
Between,
God and humanity.
Distance.
Between.
So much,
So far;
The Universe and
The burning stars.
Distance.
Between,
Creator and creation;
Between,
All past and present relation.
Distance.
Between,
All living,
All dying;
Laughing and
Crying.
The distance - between,
The present scene, and
All that is unseen;
What's hiding, and
What's showing;
Where we are, and
Where we are going.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Living With The Enemy
I gave you all that you wanted
and still you come back for more
You say that you're brokenhearted
but then you walk out the door
Maybe it is time for us to say goodbye
Where are the tears you never cried?
Hey baby what you got on your mind
are you looking for some sympathy?
I can tell you if it's a truth or a lie
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy
You got me going in circles,
I'm slowly loosing my head
What did I do to deserve this,
you make me wish I was dead
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll be on my way
See you around another day
Hey baby what you doin' tonite?
Are you giving me the perfect dream
I'm so tired and I don't wanna fight
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy,enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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You ask me to leave (Pantoum poetry)
The “pantun” is a Malaysian poetic form that was introduced to the West by French novelist, essayist, and poet, Victor Hugo (1802-1885) , hence the French spelling, “pantoum.” Westerners have taken creative liberties with the Malaysian form, which tends to follow a standard rhyme form of ABAB, where multiple, rather than single subjects, are introduced. While pantoums can have unlimited stanzas, you might want to begin with a 3-stanza poem until you get the hang of it:
Stanza 1: Line 1/Line 2/Line 3/Line 4
Stanza 2: Line 5 (repeat of line 2 in stanza 1) /Line 6 (new line) /Line 7 (repeat of line 4 in stanza 1) /
Line 8 (new line)
Stanza 3/Last Stanza (This is the format for the last stanza regardless of how many preceding stanzas exist) : Line 9 (line 2 of the previous stanza) /Line 10 (line 3 of the first stanza) /Line 11 (line 4 of the previous stanza) /Line 12 (line 1 of the first stanza)
And you ask me to leave all behind
Now when our moment in time is done
Going nowhere with nothing in mind
'Cause you're my world and my special one
Now when our moment in time is done
I love you like there's no end in sight
'Cause you're my world and my special one
You're still on my mind all day and night.
I love you like there's no end in sight
You're inside me filling my soul's space
You're still on my mind all day and night.
I feel still cuddled in your embrace
You're inside me filling my soul's space
Going nowhere with nothing in mind
I feel still cuddled in your embrace
And you ask me to leave it all behind
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Ghosts Of Cape Horn
All around old cape horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Some who wish theyd never been born
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of cape horn
See them all in sad repair
Demons dance everywhere
Southern gales, tattered sails
And none to tell the tales
Come all of you rustic old sea dogs
Who follow the great southern cross
You were rounding the horn
In the eye of a storm
When ya lost er one day
And you read all yer letters
From oceans away
Then you took them to the bottom of the sea
All around old cape horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Those who wish theyd never been born
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Come all you old sea dogs from devon
Southampton, penzance, and kinsale
You were caught by the chance
Of a sailors last dance
It was not meant to be
And ya read all yer letters
Cried anchor aweigh
Then ya took them to the bottom of the sea
All around old cape horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Those who wish theyd never been born
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of cape horn
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Solace
Some sign of forgiveness
Some form of release
Is all that she asks for
Is all that she needs
She waits for the day when
She feels more at ease
Some time to be careful
Some time left in peace
Cold stars of the future
Burn bright in the past
These moments of solace
They won't last
They don't last
You're wasting the moment
Biding your time
No one got ahead
Standing in line
So something is over
Before it's begun
So close you can taste it
But now it is gone
Cold stars of the future
Burn bright in the past
These moments of solace
They don't last
They cannot last
You're hoping for solace
Well, just look around
Everyone here is
Standing in line
song performed by by A-Ha
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The Battle of the Nile
'Twas on the 18th of August in the year of 1798,
That Nelson saw with inexpressible delight
The City of Alexandria crowded with the ships of France,
So he ordered all sail to be set, and immediately advance.
And upon the deck, in deep anxiety he stood,
And from anxiety of mind he took but little food;
But now he ordered dinner and prepared without delay,
Saying, I shall gain a peerage to-morrow, or Westminster Abbey.
The French had found it impossible to enter the port of Alexandria,
Therefore they were compelled to withdraw;
Yet their hearts were burning with anxiety the war to begin,
But they couldn't find a pilot who would convey them safely in.
Therefore Admiral Brueyes was forced to anchor in Aboukir Bay,
And in a compact line of battle, the leading vessel lay
Close to a shoal, along a line of very deep water,
There they lay, all eager to begin the murderous slaughter.
The French force consisted of thirteen ships of the line,
As fine as ever sailed on the salt sea brine;
Besides four Frigates carrying 1,196 guns in all,
Also 11,230 men as good as ever fired a cannon ball.
The number of the English ships were thirteen in all,
And carrying 1012 guns, including great and small;
And the number of men were 8,068,
All jolly British tars and eager for to fight.
As soon as Nelson perceived the position of the enemy,
His active mind soon formed a plan immediately;
As the plan he thought best, as far as he could see,
Was to anchor his ships on the quarter of each of the enemy.
And when he had explained hid mode of attack to his officers and men,
He said, form as convenient, and anchor at the stern;
The first gain the victory, and make the best use of it you can,
Therefore I hope every one here to-day, will do their duty to a man.
When Captain Berry perceived the boldness of the plan,
He said, my Lord, I'm sure the men will do their duty to a man;
And, my Lord, what will the world say, if we gain the victory?
Then Nelson replied, there's no if in the case, and that you'll see.
Then the British tars went to work without delay,
All hurrying to and fro, making ready for the fray;
And there wasn't a man among them, but was confident that day,
That they would make the French to fly from Aboukir Bay.
Nelson's fleet did not enter Aboukir Bay at once,
And by adopting that plan, that was his only chance;
But one after another, they bore down on the enemy;
Then Nelson cried, now open fire my heroes, immediately!
Then the shores of Egypt trembled with the din of the war,
While sheets of flame rent the thick clouds afar;
And the contending fleets hung incumbent o'er the bay,
Whilst our British tars stuck to their guns without the least dismay.
And loudly roared the earthly thunder along thr river Nile,
And the British ship Orion went into action in splendid style;
Also Nelson's Ship Vanguard bore down on the foe,
With six flags flying from her rigging high and low.
Then she opened a tremendous fire on the Spartiate,
And Nelson cried, fear not my lads we'll soon make them retreat!
But so terrific was the fire of the enemy on them,
That six of the Vanguards guns were cleared of men.
Yet there stood Nelson, the noble Hero of the Nile,
In the midst of death and destruction on deck all the while;
And around him on every side, the cannon balls did rattle,
But right well the noble hero knew the issue of the battle.
But suddenly he received a wound on the head,
And fell into the arms of Captain Berry, but fortunately not dead;
And the flow of blood from his head was very great,
But still the hero of the Nile was resigned to his fate.
Then to the Cockpit the great Admiral was carried down,
And in the midst of the dying, he never once did frown;
Nor he didn't shake with fear, nor yet did he mourne,
But patiently sat down to wait his own turn.
And when the Surgeon saw him, he instantly ran,
But Nelson said, Surgeon, attend to that man;
Attend to the sailor you were at, for he requires your aid,
Then I will take my turn, don't be the least afraid.
And when his turn came, it was found that his wound was but slight,
And when known, it filled the sailors hearts with delight;
And they all hoped he would soon be able to command in the fight,
When suddenly a cry arose of fire! Which startled Nelson with affright.
And unassisted he rushed upon the deck, and to his amaze,
He discovered that the Orient was all in a blaze;
Then he ordered the men to lower the boats, and relieve the enemy,
Saying, now men, see and obey my orders immediately.
Then the noble tars manned their boats, and steered to the Orient,
While the poor creatures thanked God for the succour He had sent;
And the burning fragments fell around them like rain,
Still our British tars rescued about seventy of them from the burning flame,
And of the thirteen sail of the French the British captured nine,
Besides four of their ships were burnt, which made the scene sublime,
Which made the hero of the Nile cry out thank God we've won the day,
And defeated the French most manfully in Aboukir Bay.
Then the victory was complete and the French Fleet annihilated,
And when the news arrived in England the peoples' hearts felt elated,
Then Nelson sent orders immediately through the fleet,
That thanksgiving should be returned to God for the victory complete.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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