Paddle Your Boat
Paddle, paddle, paddle your boat!
But gently across the stream of love;
For there is something sweet inside you for your lover,
And this boat of love will lead you there.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Whatever Happened To Pong?
My brother and me used to play it
Down at the bar
Taking money from guys
More used to the playing of cards
Paddle the paddle to the side to the side
To the side to the side to the paddle the paddle
Paddle the paddle the side to the side
Pong
Ball in the machine
Now virtually everyones singing
A popular song
But I still believe in
In the excellent joy of the pong
To the side to the side to the paddle the paddle
To the paddle the paddle the side to the side
To the side to the side to the paddle the paddle
Pong
Ball in the machine
Now if they take it h.g. wells
Well, Ill be on the first flight
To a time before the kong
Whatever happended to pong?
Paddle the paddle to the side to the side
To the side to the side to the paddle the paddle
Paddle the paddle the side to the side
Pong
Ball in the machine
song performed by by Frank Black
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There Is The Moon And I Have This Boat And A Paddle
there is this full moon tonight
and i have this sailboat and this paddle
the river is still and the night is silent
on the glassy water this boat slides
and this paddle moves me slowly
on the other side where you are there
scented by the sampaguitas and
for me patiently waiting..............
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Paddle together, bail, paddle; paddle, bail; paddle towards the land.
Inside This Boat...
paddle your way
take the boat
do not mind the
waves of this sea
focus on the
coconut island
where the women
are dancing
where the men
are drinking wine
let your hands
be strong
your mind as sharp
as your spear
let your patience
be like the sun
let yourself be open
like an edgeless
horizon
paddle your way
into the waters of fate
out there
after this darkness
the kindness of light
and the opulence of
air
wait for you...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where are you going little girl?
the wooden boat
on one end the little girl with her paddle
a little longer than her frail body
then her mother and her younger sister
under a yellow umbrella against the sun
i can feel her firm tiny hands that hold the paddle
stab the river and stir to make this murkiness
she holds it on clear directions she struggles to push
the water to move the boat
as the sun scorches her brown skin
shiny and thin and yet so unfrightened
i am asking the philosophical question
to you elvi where are they going?
and you where are you going too?
do not answer me with the name of a place
it is the usual answer, tell me more about what i do not know
the one that stirs the river that one that pushes the boat
the one that must make the mother fold her umbrella
the one that must make the little girl stop her paddling
the answer that exhausts all options
the one that must make us shift our paradigms
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Build Me A Boat
build me a boat
do not paint it
let it just be the most natural
color of wood
the glow of mahogany
build me this boat
and i shall sail on it one night
when the sea is so calm
i shall put nothing in there
not a paddle
or a rudder
build me this boat that will take me
to my own world
away from you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You don't paddle against the current, you paddle with it. And if you get good at it, you throw away the oars.
quote by Kris Kristofferson
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A paddle here, a paddle there -- the canoe stays still.
Sierra Leonean proverbs
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Vic 1
THE boat is ready
you hold the paddle
and you step on it
and take the ride
there is this peace
that the pond offers
there is this solitude
of the heart
that speaks the silence
of the water
the boat wades with
you
then you let everything
float away
beside the river bank
a tree grows
with lush leaves
you lay your head
on the side of the boat
you close your eyes
and then dream
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Clung
Ted, bed, fed, ked, led, med, red, wed;
Clung in love and paddle your own boat,
But try to remove the violence and,
The plunder around you!
Baked on one side and raw on the other side,
Your story will fly always like the cloud!
But my bed is now laid peacefully waiting for my lover,
And like the experiences of your past.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dog Paddle
I'm down on the water
(I'm down on the water)
I don't know so I don't bother.
(I don't know so I don't bother)
Looking out the window of my dad's old Chevy.
(Lookin' out the window of my dad's old Chevy.)
Eats a lot of gas cause it's that more heavy.
(Eats a lot of gas cause it's that more heavy.)
I'm down on the county line and,
(We're all down on the county line.)
We're all screamin' Carolina.
(We're all screamin' Carolina.)
I'm down on the water.
(I'm down on the water)
We don't like what we just saw but...
(We don't like what we just saw but...)
I can't swim so I dog paddle.
(I can't swim so I dog paddle.)
I can't swim so I dog paddle.
I eat? (?) inside it feels like murder.
I can't swim so I dog paddle.
I can't swim so I DOG PADDLE.
I'm down on the water.
(I'm down on the water)
I don't know so I don't bother.
(We don't got no meat to swallow.)
Lookin' out the window of my dad's old Chevy.
(I can't swim so I dog paddle.)
Eats a lot of gas cause it's that more heavy.
(...(?)... inside it feels like murder)
I'm down on the county line and.
We're all singin Carolina.
(I can't swim so I dog paddle [repeated])
We're down on the county line again.
We're all screaming Caroline again.
What you say and what you want again.
You can't get it cuz you don't get it. No.
(i'm down on the water..)
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Paddle me in the rough sea's
whew...w...whew....w...whew....w...so strong, wave beneath
in the high sea, take in the ocean floor, dive all the wind that
brings me near to the bottom vail, and show me the ocean rock
saddle in the sand it fall
blow... s..s..blow...s..s...blow..s..s..that never ends the wave
that rough me inn, in my boat makes it pain, from the distance
there i see again, will and determination give me hope in a
land i wish to stand
roll on so fast, days and night, is counted in vast land, i can see
where my boat paddling in the deep blue sea, and everything is
done when my strength is gone, all i need now is go beyond my
fear that holds me to be there
paddle my wish near to place i quest, in the rough sea's i passed
i leave my past... for the future i stand... paddle me so fast......
that i can take it last......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Life is like a boat you move on when you paddle and stay in the same place if not.
Time That's Given To You Quickly Goes
Speeding up to catch on fast,
What has long slipped from your grasp...
Is like playing ping pong,
In those yesterdays gone.
You left your saddle to collect upon it dust.
And that boat you use to paddle has rust.
Now...
You believe that you can just float.
And...
You believe that you can just mope.
But...
Time that's given to you isn't slowed,
No...
Time that's given to you quickly goes.
So...
There's no boat for you to slow row.
No!
Time that's given to you quickly goes.
You left your saddle to collect upon it dust.
And that boat you use to paddle has rust.
So...
There's no boat for you to slow row.
No!
Time that's given to you quickly goes.
And...
You believe that you can just mope.
But...
Time that's given to you isn't slowed.
Speeding up to catch on fast,
What has long slipped from your grasp...
Is like playing ping pong,
In those yesterdays gone.
And...
You believe that you can just mope.
But...
Time that's given to you isn't slowed.
No!
Time that's given to you quickly goes.
So...
Bloating hesitators oughta doze.
So...
They wont noticed that the time goes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without A Paddle
Im lost without A paddle on this river of life/
Where it will lead me no one knows/
but one thing is undeniable as i get older my outlook and intelect on life steadily grows/
Ill never be fake never pose/
this river is long and very rough/
But on it i will stay till my bodies had enough/
or till the day im tken away in those cold metal cuffs/
But if thers one thing i know/
IM WITHOUT A PADDLE WHILE THE RIVER CONINUES TO FLOW
THIS IS THE SECOND POEM I EVER WROTE TELL ME IF \YOU LIKE
poem by Jason Decker
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Paddling bully
In the seventh grade I had a bully for a teacher.
He was ugly and he was indeed a horrible creature.
He gave paddlings and that really got us kids annoyed.
He'd smile when he paddled because it was something he enjoyed.
He gave over twenty paddlings a day.
Even if we did no wrong, he'd paddle us anyway.
One afternoon all I did was speak to a friend.
My teacher hit me seven times on the rearend.
It really hurt when he hit me with his paddle.
A lot of kids don't squeal but I decided to tattle.
I told my uncle who stands 7'3' and weighs 250 pounds.
He said he was going to visit my school and that my teacher was going down.
My uncle told my teacher that he had no right to paddle me just because I talked.
Then he broke all of my teacher's limbs and he couldn't even walk.
I got a new teacher and I said Hooray!
My former teacher decided to stop teaching on that very day.
poem by Randy Johnson
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Angelic Princess out to Sea
an angelic princess
with long flowing
graceful tresses
paddles out to sea
in a moonlit night
the sea is calm
so that you can hear
each gentle splash
the paddle etches onto the ear
as her boat divides the sea
to go to where she wishes to be
her heart is as divided
between heaven and hell
her tresses like the waves
gently flick to the wind
and tame an emotion
that would soon swell
like a tempest
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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On the Lake (2)
Little child paddle small boat
Drift pick white lotus back
Not know hide trace
Duckweed one path open
A little child paddles a little boat,
Drifting about, and picking white lotuses.
He does not know how to hide his tracks,
And duckweed's opened up along his path.
The Little Paddle
swing gently
the paddle, wisely force with
the stretching hand
touches the water, push
to where the direction of
the mind align
whips running
hurriedly and find the smooth
surface of the wave,
smash as sweat turning to thirst settle
in the heart that bits
to refrain
spells out all that leads,
you may
not be the anchorage of the future, but
remember the whacked
now the bird may sing, belief drifted
the hymn that
hear
meted to poise
for a gift, shifting the paddle
to wings and float,
swing not only today for the
dawn never want
to lie …
poem by Antonio Liao
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