Whoever embarks with a woman embarks with a storm; but they are themselves the safety boats.
quote by Arsene Houssaye
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I will follow you into the dark (death cab for cutie lyrics)
Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles brusied by a lady in black
And I held my toungue as she told me
'Son fear is the heart of love'
So I never went back
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark
poem by Shylah Clarissa Turcotte
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a feather
slowly embarks on a different trip
from the bird
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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When a tortoise embarks on a journey he doesn't ask for directions, because he does not want his enemies to know where he's going.
An animal that embarks on forming states without greatly restricting egoism will perish.
quote by Erwin Schrodinger
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Confidence is that feeling by which the mind embarks in great and honorable courses with a sure hope and trust in itself.
quote by Marcus Tullius Cicero
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He that embarks on the voyage of life will always wish to advance rather by the impulse of the wind than the strokes of the oar; and many foulder in their passage; while they lie waiting for the gale.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Each generation writes off earlier errors as the result of bad thinking, of less able minds--and then confidently embarks on making fresh errors of its own.
Michael Crichton in Prey
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Never, never, never believe any war will be smooth and easy, or that anyone who embarks on the strange voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter. The statesman who yields to war fever must realize that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Why “occupy” Is Necessary
We’re victims of “Problem, reaction, solution”
Perpetrated by minions of a few evil oligarchs;
Who control finance, resources and the media
“Real change” is now why “Occupy” embarks
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ROTMS
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poem by Ray Lucero
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This Butterfly Has Been Cocooned
Can ants gathering in the smallest of hills...
Prevent the butterfly from flaunting its color?
They may prejudge its beauty.
And ability to attract.
That is established and known.
They will still be ants.
This butterfly has been cocooned.
And is not wounded by their remarks.
As it embarks on its journey.
Free to glorify its life!
It flies!
And without trying...
Sparks attention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Journey As Zen
No use of sensing and experiencing taste, colors and misery
as long as you just open a book.
When you get ready to accept whatever will happen,
that will bring taste, colors, harmony,
slope to go up and down
tea you will get served
flavors
feelings
interaction
and
appriciation.
All those things come across on your mind, and then your life embarks for zen journey that will never be ending.
Violins Weep
When telephone rings and my colleague
embarks on a loud conversation, I fight
back with Oblida-Oblada -life goes on-
to counter the noise, an energy squirt
while I struggle with a translation text
When silence descends I seek other
music, Saint-Saens nearly drove me
mad with loud piano chords, found
the soothing tones of Mantovani,
though the violins weep
In my mind long-sleeved ladies slow-
dance in the arms of tuxedoed men
all against a glittering background
of pink champagne…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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When the dog barks
When the dog barks
Don’t crack, I remark
Watch your back
Maybe it is about to attack
A dog is commonly your loyal slave
But your master when it is brave
It can be your best friend
It can be your worst enemy
When the dog barks
Get ready on your mark
It senses you in the dark
When the dog barks
And you don’t talk back
It will sense the courage you lack
When the dog barks
You may need to give it a whack
To set it on the right track
Before it embarks
On a mission with its mates in a pack
When the dog bites
You must put up a fight
When the dog bites
Think hard, do what is right
When the dog whines
Even you should know it’s not fine
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Riding Through The Storm
The winds of life will blow
Theyre sure to come and go
They meet me at a time when Im calm and feeling fine
But the captain of my soul is always on board
He rocks me in his arms
While Im riding through the storm
While riding through the storm
Jesus hold me in his arms
And I am not afraid of the stormy winds and the rains
Although clouds become high
Jesus holds me while I ride
I find safety in the masters arms
While Im riding through a storm
I have no fear on the raging sea
Knowing jesus is there for me
He can speak to the winds and the wave
And make them behave
All powers in his hand
On sea or dry land
I find safety in my masters arms
While Im riding through a storm
Riding through a storm
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Burning The Boats
The government have announced
That london bridge is to be closed
Under the full moon of may the third
All the light houses and seaside roads
No I never heard I never read in the news
Come on tell me, whos this for ?
Lighting the questions and
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one by
Tap, tap, tap, birds that sing,
Telephone calls that do not ring,
One, two, three, whats the time ?
Whos that hanging off my line ?
I know that nothing lasts for ever
And Im just waiting for the sun to set
Blowing dust from my loud hailer, on the roof.
Come on tell me, whos this for ?
Lighting the questions and
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one by
The ministry of co-operation
Are washed and hanging on the line
Theres a million burning questions
To set the thames alight
Now Ive joined an exclusive club
Just by being more than poor
I saw the deputy chairman, on the floor.
Come on tell me, whos this for ?
Lighting the questions and
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats one by one by
Burning the boats one by one
Burning the boats.
song performed by by Madness
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Sorry, for your loss
The name tag, now has a toe tag
Tailor made suit, a body bag
Sorry, for your loss
Sons and daughters nailed to the cross
Warrior’s creed, must sadisticly bleed
Centuries of blood-letting
Collateral damage begetting and begetting
Sorry, for you loss
Sons and daughters nailed to the cross
Foreign lands possess body parts
Dirt and soil now soldiers hearts
The innocent scream never departs
War’s handiwork displays its arts
The glory of war constantly embarks
Carrying innocent lives in war’s arks
While the horror of violent bloodshed harks and harks
Sorry, for your loss
Sons and daughters nailed to the cross
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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Woman's Safety Is Man's Interest
The safety of the gold serves
The interest of its holder.
The safety of woman serves
The interest her possessor.
Gold and woman aren't looked at.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Trains And Boats And Planes
Trains and boats and planes are passing by
They mean a trip to Paris or Rome
To someone else but not for me
The trains and boats and planes
Took you away, away from me
We were so in love, and high above
We had a star to wish upon. Wish
And dreams come true, but not for me
The trains and boats and planes
Took you away, away from me
You are from another part of the world
You had to go back a while and then
You said you soon would return again
I'm waiting here like I promised to
I'm waiting here but where are you?
Trains and boats and planes took you a way
But every time I see them I pray
And if my prayers can cross the sea
The trains and the boats and planes
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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How Is It?
how is it
that you go to that famous beach
and there is a storm
and nobody is there
except yourself?
are you crazy? you keep asking yourself too
but you are there
not to take a swim
you are there to watch a storm
you are there to watch when everything has gone wrong
when everyone runs for safety
when everyone is busy for shelter
when everyone thinks you are crazy
and always at the wrong timing of things
what mind have you?
nothing you say
you are just crazy, you are just you, and it does not really matter somehow
who knows if you have a point too?
like the storm
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
My dreams are of a
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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