The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.
quote by Sigmund Freud
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The Imaginary Iceberg
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship,
although it meant the end of travel.
Although it stood stock-still like cloudy rock
and all the sea were moving marble.
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship;
we'd rather own this breathing plain of snow
though the ship's sails were laid upon the sea
as the snow lies undissolved upon the water.
O solemn, floating field,
are you aware an iceberg takes repose
with you, and when it wakes may pasture on your snows?
This is a scene a sailor'd give his eyes for.
The ship's ignored. The iceberg rises
and sinks again; its glassy pinnacles
correct elliptics in the sky.
This is a scene where he who treads the boards
is artlessly rhetorical. The curtain
is light enough to rise on finest ropes
that airy twists of snow provide.
The wits of these white peaks
spar with the sun. Its weight the iceberg dares
upon a shifting stage and stands and stares.
The iceberg cuts its facets from within.
Like jewelry from a grave
it saves itself perpetually and adorns
only itself, perhaps the snows
which so surprise us lying on the sea.
Good-bye, we say, good-bye, the ship steers off
where waves give in to one another's waves
and clouds run in a warmer sky.
Icebergs behoove the soul
(both being self-made from elements least visible)
to see them so: fleshed, fair, erected indivisible.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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She Floats
[intro: whale sounds]
Watching puddles gather rain
Theres no better place to lay
Shes as fine as dandelions blowing in the wind
Shes not thinkin' about anything...
She floats
Floats...
Wearing black patent mary janes
She steps out in to the rain
She's as dry as clear blue skies
Swallowing you whole
Got not secrets though I'm told
She floats
Ahhh... ahhh...
She's as fine as dandelions blowing in the wind
Shes not thinkin she's listening
She floats... She floats... Floats...
Floats...
She floats... She floats... Floats...
Floats...
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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I'm April the seventh
it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with drops of rain beating my heart away
with drops of wine dried in my mouth
and tango I've just danced
it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
sitting in the dark room
after a head over heal night
and the tango I've just danced
it's April the seventh
I'm April the seventh
Lazarus's Saturday and children's bells
all tinkling across my street
all tinkling across my heart
it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with a scarf around my neck
and high heels on my feet
and the tango I've just danced
it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with a book I'm about to read
a cigarette I am about to smoke
and the tango I've just danced
it's April the seventh
I'm April the seventh
Lazarus's Saturday and children's bells
all tinkling across my street
all tinkling across my heart
it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with a kiss left on my left hand
feet shuffling all along the floor
and the tango I've just danced
all tinkling across my heart
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Seventh Heaven
Ive been to places where the sun goes down
Each day and never rises
Ive been to places in a dark room
Where we played with our disguises
Heaven, Im in heaven
Im in seventh heaven now
Seventh heaven
It was a dream, I heard a voice
I put it down to wishful thinking
It was a dream, a silent scream
Out of the blue, a new beginning
Heaven, Im in heaven
Im in seventh heaven now
Seventh heaven
And then I fell upon a stroke of luck
That led to my good fortune
And then I fell upon my knees
And gently kissed the ground you walk on
Heaven, Im in heaven
Im in seventh heaven now
Seventh heaven
song performed by by Deep Purple
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World Concepts Belief Systems: Tip Of The Iceberg
world concepts belief systems
everything you know think have
been taught is a belief system
but apex tip of an unseen iceberg
everything which you have been shown
everything taught which you ever saw
everything which you now think known
was but apex tip of an unknown unseen iceberg
seen from far distant coastline sea shore
while continent iceberg was at a distance vast
bobbing up down over distant far horizon
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Icebergs
Good is the basis for this island,
A joking commands this iceberg.
My ice is cold and the air is hot
For we hear all the atmosphere.
Why do cold tears arise for existence?
My hot air gives me oxygen
For the end of this island is near.
This raises us in sleep,
The sleep of all sleeps arises,
For the death of an iceberg is accidental
Like that event.
Where is this good of an iceberg?
Why do you joke about my toga
That I wear when I sleep?
It was an Eskimo who entertained me,
Not a Roman.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hope Floats
Even as things go downhill
And life becomes hell
Hope floats
Even as the world deserts you
And friends are few
Hope floats
Even as the only thing you have
Is a loneliness that is scary
Hope floats
Even as all seems lost and
Time remains a few grains of sand
Hope floats
Even as life seems beyond complaint
And strains of joy become faint
Hope floats
There may be nothing else to do
Than survive
And yet…as the self becomes distant
From the soul
There’s a voice that says
Hope floats...
poem by Akshaya Shah
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Seventh Son
Everybodys talking bout a seventh son,
In the whole round world theres only one
Im the one,
Yes, Im the one,
Im the one, Im the one,
The one they call the seventh son.
I can tell your future, it will come to pass,
I can do things for you; make your heart feel glad,
Look in the sky, predict the rain,
I can tell when a womans got another man
Im the one,
Yes, Im the one,
Im the one, Im the one,
The one they call the seventh son
I can hold you close, I can squeeze you tight,
Make you cry for me both day and night,
Heal the sick and raise the dead,
Make little girls talk out of their heads.
Im the one,
Yes, Im the one,
Im the one, Im the one,
The one they call the seventh son
I can talk these words that sound so sweet,
Even make your little heart skip a beat,
I can heal the sick and raise the dead,
Make little girls talk out of their heads
Im the one,
Yes, Im the one,
Im the one, Im the one,
The one they call the seventh son
Im the one x 6
The one they call the seventh son
Im the one
Im the one
The one they call the seventh son.
song performed by by Sting
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Dambala
Tony mckay
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
Think of the wings of a three toed frog
Eat weeds from the deepest part of sea
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
On the seventh day God will be there
On the seventh night satan will be there
On the seventh day God will be there
On the seventh night satan will be there
You slavers will know
What its like to be a slave
Slave to your heart
Slave to your soul
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
You slavers will know what its
Like to be a slave
Slave to your mind
Slave to your race
You wont go to heaven
You wont go to hell
You remain in your graves
With the stench and the smell
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Ode To Costco
Oh Costco,
kingdom of bulk.
If I didn't have you, I'd sulk.
Food samples, shopping carts,
ha you'll beat all the other marts.
24 pack haha try 36,
This store won't go in the mix!
Sam's Club is for fools,
everybody knows Costco rules.
Food in bulk and bulk galore,
You'll always be my favorite store.
poem by Erin Sanchez
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Water and Spirit
A son does what he sees and,
A daughter does what see see too;
For this world do go around us to learn always.
At the seventh hour,
At the moving of the water,
Of the scraps that remained after the work;
Begotten of water and spirit for the wind to blow where it will,
And others born of the flesh like a keeper who gets the ball.
Born of the spirit,
A player scores a goal!
Rivers of living waters like clay with the spittle;
He is of age and she is of age too,
But a man's mind is full of darkness.
Of ears to hear,
Of eyes to see and,
Of a nose to smell with too;
But the measure you give is the measure you get.
When the water moves,
The spirit gives life;
Like heavenly bodies and earthly things,
But deep inside the well is the darkeness of death.
The bridegroom gets the bride and,
The light of life is for us all to share;
Like water and spirit on the muse of one's birth.
I came into to share my mind,
You came into life to play your part,
For this world is like the water and the spirit around us;
But the wind blows to where it will.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Whistler
Ill buy you six bay mares to put in your stable ---
Six golden apples bought with my pay.
I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune,
But I must be gone by the seventh day.
So come on, Im the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day ---
Whistle along on the seventh day.
All kinds of sadness Ive left behind me.
Manys the day when I have done wrong.
But Ill be yours for ever and ever.
Climb in the saddle and whistle along.
So come on, Im the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day ---
Whistle along on the seventh day.
Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places.
Black are the nights on summer-day sands.
Well find the speck of truth in each riddle.
Hold the first grain of love in our hands.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water.
quote by Ernest Hemingway
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Poem (You, my photographer, you, most aware)
You, my photographer, you, most aware,
Who climbed to the bridge when the iceberg struck,
Climbed with your camera when the ship's hull broke,
And lighted your flashes and, standing passionate there,
Wound the camera in the sudden burst's flare,
Shot the screaming women, and turned and took
Pictures of the iceberg (as the ship's deck shook)
Dreaming like the moon in the night's black air!
You, tiptoe on the rail to film a child!
The nude old woman swimming in the sea
Looked up from the dark water to watch you there;
Below, near the ballroom where the band still toiled,
The frightened, in their lifebelts, watched you bitterly -
You hypocrite! My brother! We are a pair!
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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A Pause
A lonely traveler stood frozen
up on the highest peak, the apex
of a floating, sullen iceberg
in an isolated sea of nowhen
A mind focused on a single task
a heart filled with love as, for him
universe existed and revolved
around that one single person
Had he taken his heart out
and showed her it's still beating,
still bleeding for her, but nay
he didn't, and she'd have known
Instead, had his eyes closed
with a lost smile on his lips
mere memories of eventides and
auroras playing on his inner eye
The iceberg sank slowly, with
him on its top, crawling under
as the questions burned him
and lead to the final meltdown.
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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The Everlasting Snow
Everlasting, the snow is
As the dry crystals
gently twirl and float to the ground
Amid the cracking timbers of winter
A single, beautiful snowflake,
like a crystal tear falling from Heaven,
floats and dances to the ground,
mesmerizingly
....it floats
and floats,
and floats,
....all the way to the ground,
making a dainty footfall in the snow
Like confetti of the gods,
as if someone had recklessly thrown
handfulls of it into the air
We sit and wait,
in heavenly awe,
as it silently descends to the ground,
like shredded chunks of paper
Although it melts and wilts in the warm spring,
The snow will always remain in my mind, everlasting
Godblessamen
poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell
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The Catamarans@Kattumaram
The catamaran floats silently in the shallow water,
Waves and whales not bothered, a lone man on board,
The logs of palm tied together to sail through the waves,
It floats always, never drowned, but drifted sideways.
The modern catamarans of logical mind,
Accumulate as many as heavily battered wounds,
No time to heal and no willing to dispose and disown,
The overloaded catamarans certainly drown.
Look at our own jammed up hearts and minds,
Where we stored all ill revengeful thoughts,
Not to let our catamaran to sink in wasteful worries,
Pick one by one and throw away all that unnecessary.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Neruda
Fame doesn't flame Neruda
The water bearer of Andean tears
The fire floats on water
poem by Raveendran N.V.
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Edge of the Water
On the edge of the water
Worrying more than ought to
river reflects back up at me
the water is cool and calm
a peaceful stream
enters my mind
takes over the steering for me
the river floats around a bend
I'm on the mend
with a tree overlooking the river's curve
two birds make a squawk
skim the river's surface together
river boat bells play to set the mood
poem by Ludvig Von Himmelstein
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Seventh Sign
Ive been sailin cross the ocean
With the devil by my side
Ive been flyin cross the great blue sky
But theres nowhere to hide
Ive been standin by the crossroads
Ive been lookin for a clue
Ive been prayin for the human race
There s not a lot I can do
Ive been waitin for the warnin
As we look to the sky now
We all seem lost if you ask me why
Its the seventh sign
See the blood-red sky tonight
Its the seventh sign
See the blood red sky
Theres a voice out on the wasteland
It says were runnin out of time
I used to think the world could change
Lord I must have been blind
Ive been cryin out for mankind
Ive been hangin on to faith
But the comin of a messenger
Says its much too late
We could all come together
And gather all around
What good is war when we all go down
Its the seventh sign
See the blood-red sky tonight
Its the seventh sign see the blood red sky
song performed by by Europe
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