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It Is Not The Port That Matters Now

we are boats
born with rudders
and paddles cast
out to sea,
we are never
destined to
stay in ports
we are designed
to sail on high seas
to conquer storms
to be out on some
horizons to be lost
and dissolve in
distances to be
somewhere
always somewhere
until we are
nowhere to be found

it is not the port
that gives us glory
it is not the trade
of gold and spices
it is not the breaking
of champagne bottles
that proclaims our
greatness

behold, it is
not the unsinkability
of ourselves

in truth it is the
final drowning
of our captains

the submerging
ofour bodies
to the deepest of
the trenches where

we abstract the
real essence of
this journey

poem by Antonio Liao
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I Like That Idea

i like the idea of what boats are meant for
i told you once
boats are meant to sail
far to the sea
and dissolve in the horizon
till they are gone
till they sink
to the bottom of the sea
and kiss its floor
and become the
permanent ornaments
of the corrals and sands

but i like your idea too
of boats
like mine sailing to the farthest sea
of boats like yours
that come back and embrace again
the welcoming arms
of the ports and the shores
and hear the sounds
of men and women
and children
all rejoicing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Born To Be Together

I want to star in your life
And on the stage of your dreams
In your beginning and your end
And every place between
To open the door of your secret soul
Steal in and stay forever
The streets of you heart are laid with gold
And we were born to be together
Lets build a ship and set sail
Through seas of love well go
To unknown lands and hidden bays
And when theres no wind Ill blow
And when the waves get high and the broadsides fly
I will be your port in stormy weather
Ill rock your bow and show you how
We were born to be together

song performed by by Waterboys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Galleon Of Gold

And as I watch the breaking dawn
The sun begins to rise,
Above the scarlet clouds within
The early morning skies,
And as another day begins
My dreams I'll never hold,
Unless I sail across the ocean
In my galleon of gold.

I head out on a journey now
Not knowing where to go,
Searching for the rainbow's end
That never seems to show,
No treasure lies within my hand
My dreams I'll never hold,
Unless I sail across the ocean
In my galleon of gold.

Through seas so rough and stormy and
The winds that blow so strong,
I'll try to find the answers now
To where it all went wrong,
I'll search to find my destiny
My dreams I'll never hold,
Unless I sail across the ocean
In my galleon of gold.

I'll find a way to happiness
And leave this stony shore,
And far behind the past shall stay
My future waits before,
The stars will be my guiding light
My dreams I'll never hold,
Unless I sail across the ocean
In my galleon of gold.

poem by Andrew Blakemore
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Journey to Be

I think I'll journey out some day to wondrous lands afar,
Or even chart a journey to a distant blazing star.
But rest assured that when my journey begs to take its cue,
Always know that when I go, this journey takes you too.

We'll start our journey out from here by horse and cart of old,
The seaside docks - and journey pauses - where we shall behold
A noble schooner for the journey primed to launch as planned:
To sail with dolphins cross the seas then journey back on land.

And so our journey goes by foot to conquer mountains tall:
A chapter hence the journey reached, with scenes that should enthral.
But when we tire, let's rest our journey, stretched in fields of flowers,
And bathe atop the mountain from the journey - autumn showers!

Refreshed, our journey takes a turn - we'll venture back for home,
But first we'll let the journey take a tangent just to roam.
And in the winding route, this journey's bound to bide content,
But most of all take heed - let's make our journey life's event.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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God Asked Noah

Before the world was drenched in shame
Ere Satan reigned in man
The Father Son and Holy Flame
Wrote down salvation’s plan

Then God told man to build a boat
In faith to walk inside
But only eight were kept afloat
All unbelievers died

“I thank You Lord for saving me
For I was drowning too
From certain death You’ve set me free
And gave me life anew

Allow me in Your boat to sail
I’ve heard my Saviour’s call
In Christ I know I’ll never fail
Nor from Your grace will fall

I long to be a lifeboat Lord
Returning to the sea
Calling Your fish to climb on board
As Jesus did for me

With Christ I’ll sail to far off shores
In truth from port to port
We’ll free the catch from Satan’s claws
We’ll fish till all are caught

The wind is right the course is set
My Lord is at the helm
Let’s hoist the sail cast wide the net
Let’s fish throughout Your realm

Let’s cast our nets in every land
Let’s sail in one accord
Let’s teach the fish to understand
How safe is life on board.

poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Weather Hurricane Storms With Good Friends

dark summer storm clouds encase dark horizons
dark summer storm clouds close lost horizons
season of summer storms sweeps in across seas
rains come storms come closing tourist beaches
cold rain hurricane storms threaten new floods
batten down windows close shut tight exit doors
good time to weather storms with life true friends

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet: On Greatness

Greatness is not a thing, much like an art;
Some man turns great if on it he stumbles;
His greatness ceases, if he thinks, he's great;
Great is he truly who tho' great, humbles.

Greatness is not true greatness, self-proclaimed;
Greatness is not what world showers on us;
Greatness is neither got by being claimed.
Greatness is not achieved by making fuss.

Greatness could come if world decides to give;
Greatness will stay if God blesses our work;
Such greatness, God-destined comes while men live;
Greatness can grow even without much luck.

Greatness doesn't come to everyone on earth;
Some men are made great; some are great by birth.

poem by John Celes
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Crescent Moon

If you're a galleon

I envy you
Calmly you sail the sea of night
Roughly I sail the seas of life

Where is your port of call
If it is certainty
Take me aboard
And keep me from
A fate to me unknown

Pick up my woes
and in the high seas
All of them jettison

Please take my love
And bring it forth
To a love one
Who's in a distant shore

poem by Pacific Hernandez
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The Bonny Port of Sydney

The lovely Port of Sydney
Lies laughing to the sky,
The bonny Port of Sydney,
Where the ships of nations lie.
You shall never see such beauty,
Though you sail the wide world o’er,
As the sunny Port of Sydney,
As we see it from the Shore.
The shades of night are falling
On many ports of call,
But the harbour lights of Sydney
Are the grandest of them all;
Such a city set in jewels
Has ne’er been seen before
As the harbour lights of Sydney
As we see them from the Shore.

I must sail for gloomy London,
Where there are no harbour lights,
Where no sun is seen in winter,
And there are no starry nights;
And the bonny port of Sydney—
I may never see it more,
But I’ll always dream about it
As we view it from North Shore.

poem by Henry Lawson
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Picture of Love

If only I could touch your hands
Maybe you will rightly understand
Your own final destined place
And how I desire to touch your face
This is undoubtedly a picture of love
With your pink lips curled like a curve

Dust is to dust
As rust is to rust
Dust is to dust
As lust is lust

And I have found myself completely lost
Lost in an imaginary beautiful picture
Ready for you my love at any cost
I perceive this as a destined fixture

Trust is a must
As mistrust is disgust
Dust is to dust
And love is to trust
So let us adjust
Before the month of August

And I have found an entry
To your heart by pure chemistry
Your picture is the one of the century
And I will embark on this journey

A journey of curiosity
A journey of animosity
Because a picture is like a beautiful song
You can stare as you would listen to it all day long

Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sentimental Love

Distances awake our sentiment
Distances always make us tear
Distances always make us fear
Distances take away the ones who are dear
Distances make us learn that people are dare to care
Distances make us understand the value of having lover ones beside
When they are gone away
When already they are not there
Distances are the remainders of love sentiments
They remind us how we do care
Sometimes unaware we neglect those we care
Those who are precious more then our eyes
But somehow the hardships of our lives
Make us neglect people we love
But when they're gone the longing inside us begin to cry.
Distances separate our bodies yet they bring our souls together
They make us understand the value of our real ones.

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The Last Buccaneer

OH, England is a pleasant place for them that ’s rich and high;
But England is a cruel place for such poor folks as I;
And such a port for mariners I ne’er shall see again,
As the pleasant Isle of Avès, beside the Spanish main.

There were forty craft in Avès that were both swift and stout,
All furnish’d well with small arms and cannons round about;
And a thousand men in Avès made laws so fair and free
To choose their valiant captains and obey them loyally.

Thence we sail’d against the Spaniard with his hoards of plate and gold,
Which he wrung by cruel tortures from the Indian folk of old;
Likewise the merchant captains, with hearts as hard as stone,
Which flog men and keelhaul them and starve them to the bone.

Oh, the palms grew high in Avès and fruits that shone like gold,
And the colibris and parrots they were gorgeous to behold;
And the negro maids to Avès from bondage fast did flee,
To welcome gallant sailors a sweeping in from sea.

Oh, sweet it was in Avès to hear the landward breeze
A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees,
With a negro lass to fan you while you listen’d to the roar
Of the breakers on the reef outside that never touched the shore.

But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must be,
So the King’s ships sail’d on Avès and quite put down were we.
All day we fought like bulldogs, but they burst the booms at night;
And I fled in a piragua sore wounded from the fight.

Nine days I floated starving, and a negro lass beside,
Till for all I tried to cheer her, the poor young thing she died;
But as I lay a gasping a Bristol sail came by,
And brought me home to England here to beg until I die.
And now I ’m old and going I ’m sure I can’t tell where;
One comfort is, this world’s so hard I can’t be worse off there:
If I might but be a sea-dove I ’d fly across the main,
To the pleasant Isle of Avès, to look at it once again.

poem by Charles Kingsley
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They Are Waiting

let us not be defeated by
silly matters
those that make boats sink
that swallow souls
of men
into the deepest crevices
of hell

we are not destined to be losers
sing again: we are the champions

float for a while
while the ports are not visible
to the eye

sight the better destinations
islands teeming with coconut trees
white sand beaches
look out there
there they are the dancing ladies
clad in yellow
soft and slender

they're waving their hands
to embrace us

neophytes of love....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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O' Ye Captain of Mine

O' Ye Captain of Mine
By: Adam M. Snow

O' ye captain of mine,
In my quarters we dine,
Tell tales of a journey once spent.
Life on sea across more than me,
To the ends of the Earth we sail.
The stars guide us without a fuss,
Through the uncharted sea.
To a land of youth of many uncouth,
To a battle of bloodshed wage.
O' ye captain of mine,
Of the ship 'Vast Divine'
Rotted many years to now.
The wars once fought and gold once sought,
Laughter of the forgotten crew.
The songs we sang with our devilish slang,
Bottles of rum in hand.
The joys of blasphemy as we sailed the sea,
Into the sun cast reflection.
Mysteries untold of a journey behold,
The stories of forever youth.
A fountain of gold where mermaids lay cold,
A journey of death it was.
The blood rage, the inferno blaze engage,
Corpses taint the sea.
Sounds of cannons blasting, soon everlasting,
Fills the salty air with greed.
The treasure once sought claims lives of all who fought,
And yours as well, O' captain of mine.
Tonight I dine in my quarters alone,
To forever cherish your stories our own.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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Rattled

Don't think that floating boat,
You sit in needs no one to paddle.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

You can handle this with feelings felt specific.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

You can handle this and quick.
With a healing that mends.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

Knowing you are well equipped to face and conquer battles.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

No need to get annoyed,
From annoyances that sit.
Or let yourself just drift.
With experience dismissed.

Knowing you are well equipped to face and conquer battles.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

Don't think that floating boat,
You sit in needs no one to paddle.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

Knowing you are well equipped to face and conquer battles.
You can face conflicts,
To unravel what has rattled.
And battle anything,
If you sit tall in that saddle.

Don't think that floating boat,
You sit in needs no one to paddle.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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“The Journey Called Life”

From where I have started to where will I end,
The journey has been long, winding and tiring.
From nothing to something… it has never been an easy adventure.

I have been tried with luck; tried with hard works;
I am tried with pains and heartaches too…

I have found love and lost it… I have found new one, I’ve tried to keep it.
I have found friends and only few remains,
I have found money, but it never really stays.

The lesson of journey is uncontainable.
I want to move on as life is moving on…
I wish to move on with it, I want to go on its flow.

To an unpredictable journey called life,
Walking alone in this path, with guts and determination.
By God’s grace and guidance.
I want to continue the journey once more…
A journey where people would remember me
As a lady who won a million smiles and conquer goodbyes.

I keep on taking my unavoidable journey in this deep blue sea with struggles and hopes.
Until one day, my journey will bring me to my destiny, that’s then that I will be home.

-aira

poem by Aira Olayvar
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New Horizons

Once, we were together
Once we were one
Once we were running, we knew where we came from
We were the music, we heard the call
We were giants after the fall
Once we were children, once we were so small
To the new horizons I cast my eyes
When I look at you reaching out to the new horizons
Once and today
Once and today
Once, we were divided, once, we lost our sight
Once, we were freezing in the tv light
You are a rainbow, youre looking fine
Shall we make it one more time
To the new horizons I cast my eyes
When I look at you reaching out to the new horizons
Once and today
Once and today
You are a rainbow

song performed by by Alphaville
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Storms, Fishermen and Boats

[Son! Do not sail mischievously, boat goes to Dragon's mouth and very few knows about truth.] -Mahagama Sekara- (A Sri Lankan celebrated poet)

Fathomless Ocean
Struggling fishermen
Unexpected storms
And tossing boats.
Fishing Harbor mourns
And wait for the friends
Old ruined Lighthouse search their whereabouts.
In the breezy night
Ocean hides the top secret
And the waves hug the weeping beach as usual.

* My deepest sympathy to Senator Edward Kennedy and may his precious soul rest in peace!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I Wonder What It Feels Like to be Drowned?

Look at my knees,
That island rising from the steamy seas!
The candles a tall lightship; my two hands
Are boats and barges anchored to the sands,
With mighty cliffs all round;
They’re full of wine and riches from far lands….
I wonder what it feels like to be drowned?

I can make caves,
By lifting up the island and huge waves
And storms, and then with head and ears well under
Blow bubbles with a monstrous roar like thunder,
A bull-of-Bashan sound.
The seas run high and the boats split asunder….
I wonder what it feels like to be drowned?

The thin soap slips
And slithers like a shark under the ships.
My toes are on the soap-dish—that’s the effect
Of my huge storms; an iron steamer’s wrecked.
The soap slides round and round;
He’s biting the old sailors, I expect….
I wonder what it feels like to be drowned?

poem by Robert Graves
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Drowning In You (demo)

Lead me to the river of love
Pour a little water and wash my pain away
Leave me in the ocean of joy
Water from below I can feel your glow running through
You know that I do I'm drowning in you
Take me to the tide of your heart
Take me to the shore, babe And hold me close to you
Leave me when the sky's getting dark
Water from behind I can feel a fine line from you
You know that I do I'm drowning in you
Say hello, there's no goodbye
If you can't read between the lines
Found a love that I can't hide Oh I've been drowning in your eyes
Honey, honey, honey yea!
Lead me to the gate of your dreams
Put me on a ship that will sail the Lovers' Seas
Water from the brooks and the streams
Water in my face I can taste the ocean of you
You know that I do I'm drowning in you
Say hello...
It's the ocean of you
You know that's it's true I'm drowning in you

song performed by by Roxette
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