The Hungry Sea
The Hungry Sea.
The fog descends and spitefully blots out the harsh reality.
Of the hidden rocks and shoals that lie in wait to drown poor souls
Who are familiar with this coast which has claimed now more lives than most
When the sea fret hides the sea, the sad foghorn sound dismally.
The local fishermen are wise, but can be taken by surprise.
The dense fog muffles the warning sound and fishing boats can run aground.
The sea fret and the cold North Sea can work together readily
Malevolence personified they seem to take a perverse pride
in drowning honest sailor men for reasons far beyond out ken.
Despite modern technology.The sea fret and the hungry sea
demand their yearly sacrifice, and sailormen must pay the price.
It has been so for centuries recorded in the histories
which been written in the past by men who sailed before the mast.
The sea and sea fret are allied and they cannot be satisfied
Until the yearly toll is paid.This will not change I am afraid.
We try but cannot guarantee safety for those who sail the sea.
Along this coast where dangers lie.The ancient rules will still apply.
The sea won’t curb her appetite for she believes she has the right.
To take the sailor lives she takes, by forcing them to make mistakes.
The sea fret and the hungry sea will always win it seems to me,
4-Oct-08.
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All I Am
I am a canary trapped in a cage.
I am the words not on a page.
I am the body showing its age.
I should not fret. It's just a stage.
I am the leafless tree in the fall.
I am the Cinderella left at the Ball.
I am the echo that's lost its call.
I should not fret. I've seen it all.
I am the desert without any rain.
I am the soul that feels your pain.
I am the thoughts I can't explain.
I should not fret or ever complain.
I am the wind that has no sound.
I am the fish afraid to drown.
I am the lover waiting to be found.
I should not fret. I'm still around.
I am.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Dont You Fret
Dont you fret, now, Ill be there
Ill be there to hold your hand.
Ill be there to see the sunrise,
As it lightens up the sky.
Dont you fret, now, Ill be there,
Ill be there to put you right.
Ill be there to hold you tightly,
When the sun goes down at night.
I cant wait until the day,
Ill come home to you again.
For my love wont ever fade,
I will always feel the same.
Dont you fret, dont you fret,
Ill come home to you again.
Dont you fret, dont you fret,
Ill come home to you again.
Make a brand new pot of tea,
Make my favorite kind of dish.
Do the things that I remember,
Thatll make my dearest wish.
I cant wait until the day,
Ill come home to you again.
For my love wont ever fade,
I will always feel the same.
So dont you fret love,
Dont you fret love, no more.
Dont you fret love, no more.
song performed by by Kinks
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The World And His Dog
(instrumental)
Windows are closing, you smell the track
Traffic is heavy
Up riding the rack
Bodies are buried, freeways and wells
Boneyards with vistas
Gateways to hell
When it's all over,
You'll frown and fret
Way down the line
Where no angels tread
Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat
A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat
Out looking for Venus
She's black marble on ice
Cut to precision
Weighted like dice
When it's all over, You'll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't
The world and his dog, won't care if you don't
(instrumental)
When it's all over,
You'll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't
The world and his dog won't care if you don't
When it's all over,
You'll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
(instrumental over and out!)
song performed by by Ufo
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Waiting Man
I come back...come back
You see my return
My returning face is smiling
Smile of a waiting man...
I be home soon soon soon
Soon cry on your shoulder
Your shoulder against my burning tears
Tears of a waiting man...
One two three four one two three...
I wait every moment
I wait, wait for my chance
I wait for my friend to say
Hello, you waiting man
Feel no fret feel no fret feel no fret
You can wait and feel no fret
And so I wait so I wait so I wait so I wait
I return face is smiling
Be home soon cry on your shoulder
Tears of a waiting man
Every moment wait for my chance
My friend say hello feel no fret
You can wait and I wait and I wait
And home I am...
song performed by by King Crimson
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Don't Tease The Lion
If you saw a lion
Not within a cage,
Would you tease and fret him
Till he roared in rage?
Would you tempt his anger
And his savage power,
Knowing he could crush you,
Kill you, and devour?
Yet I know some people
Who, morn and noon and night,
Tease and fret with bitters
The lion-appetite.
It matters not what ails them,
For each disease and all
They seem to think there's healing
In demon alcohol.
So they fret the lion,
And anger him, until,
In his awful power,
He springs up to kill.
Let me warn you, children,
From this foolish way.
Do not tease the lion,
Nor tempt him any day.
Don't believe the doctors
If they say you need
Any wines or ciders;
For there are, indeed,
Better cures, and safer,
Than these drinks, that slay
More than a hundred people
Without fail each day.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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2. The Saddest Day
Could it have been
The saddest day
I guess time will have its say
Racing mind
Heartache
Death
And fear
Disappear
Alone
All alone
Cold winds
Leafless trees
Sun long down
Darkness around
Damp and wet
Time to fret
Limitless time to fret
Oh but what could have been
Crazy to think what we could have had
Crazy to think what we could have had
Crazy to think what we could have had
poem by Casual Diamond
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The World & His Dog
(instrumental)
Windows are closing, you smell the track
Traffic is heavy
Up riding the rack
Bodies are buried, freeways and wells
Boneyards with vistas
Gateways to hell
When its all over,
Youll frown and fret
Way down the line
Where no angels tread
Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat
A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat
Out looking for venus
Shes black marble on ice
Cut to precision
Weighted like dice
When its all over, youll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
Maybe youll make it, maybe you wont
The world and his dog, wont care if you dont
(instrumental)
When its all over,
Youll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
Maybe youll make it, maybe you wont
The world and his dog wont care if you dont
When its all over,
Youll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
(instrumental over and out!)
song performed by by Ufo
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New take on Blake for My Friend Amy
Little lamb who made thee?
Made thee tender, tasty and sweet,
made thee very good to eat.
A little lamb well pleaseth me
with new potatoes mint and peas.
It satisfies my appetite,
there is no better way to please.
A hungry man who has the right
to have his hunger satisfied
When he’s been hard at work all day.
With tender meat thou hast supplied,
which has been cooked his favourite way.
I do not know my little lamb
but I am glad.I truly am.
18-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Nature and Nature
We'll fret, my love. That's what we do.
The sun will rise. The birds will gather,
Singing. Final flowers will appear on
Plants around the yard, and leaves will
Take on wild colors. All the world that
Is ours, the chilly air, the dry, unyielding
Ground, and all of the above, are here.
They're real and splendid things, but we
Will dwell on what we've read and lists
Of tasks we've yet to do, and fear a future
We've imagined will be worse than what
We know, and fret. That's what we do.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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Sail On Sailor
I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean
Through restful waters and deep commotion
Often frightened, unenlightened
Sail on, sail on sailor
I wrest the waters, fight neptunes waters
Sail through the sorrows of lifes marauders
Unrepenting, often empty
Sail on, sail on sailor
Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sail
Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail
Seldom stumble, never crumble
Try to tumble, lifes a rumble
Feel the stinging Ive been given
Never ending, unrelenting
Heartbreak searing, always fearing
Never caring, persevering
Sail on, sail on, sailor
I work the seaways, the gale-swept seaways
Past shipwrecked daughters of wicked waters
Uninspired, drenched and tired
Wail on, wail on, sailor
Always needing, even bleeding
Never feeding all my feelings
Damn the thunder, must I blunder
Theres no wonder all Im under
Stop the crying and the lying
And the sighing and my dying
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. March
A WEEK AT PARIS
When loud March from the East begins to blow,
And earth and heaven are black, then off we hie
By the night train to Paris, where we know
Three windows set to the meridian sky,
A third floor in the Rue de Rivoli.
There we will stop and see the fair world move
For our sole pleasure past us, you and I,
And make pretence we are once more in love.
We need not fret at loss of pence or time,
Though Father Bignon's smiles are paid in gold.
This life in idleness is more sublime
Than all our toil and all our wealth twice told.
We need not fret. To--night for us shall Faure,
Sara, Dupuis, or L'heritier unfold
New stores of mirth and music, and once more
We two shall sup, and at the Maison d'or.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Song #5.
Never remember what love's been,
That is the sorrow the world knows;
Forget it, or the heart too keen
Will ache and ache to the weary close.
Harden the heart even to love,
Or the change in the tender eyes
Will more than hate or passion move
The tears to fall, the wrath to rise.
Once the change comes, dare to forget
The sweetest truth you've dreamed of her,
Or the heart will so fret and fret
That it will have no comforter.
Turn not on love in the heart's despair,
For e'en her smiles were bitter then,
When all her faith is light as air,
And all her ways are hers again.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Sail On Sailor
I sail an ocean, unsettled ocean
Through restless water, and deep commotion
Often frightened, unenlightened
Sail on, sail on sailor
I wrest the waters, fight Neptune's waters
Sail through the sorrows, of life's maurauders
Unrepenting, often empty
Sail on, sail on sailor
Caught like a sewer rat, alone but I see
Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail
Seldom stumble, never crumble, try to tumble, life's a rumble
Feel the stinging, I've been given, never ending, unrelenting
Heartbreaks nearing, always fearing, never caring, persevering
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
I work the seaway (I work the seaway)
The gale swept seaway, (oh seaway)
Past shipwrecked daughters, (oh daughters)
Of wicked waters
Uninspired, drenched and tired
Wail on, wail on sailor
Always needing, ever bleeding, never feeding, all my feelings
Damn the thunder, must I blunder, there's no wonder,all I'm under
Stop your cryin', and the lyin', and the sighin', and my dyin'
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
(You've got to )
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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It is your choice.
.
I think it is ridiculous
What politicians promise us.
When they are on the campaign trail
and hope their party will prevail
They seem to think we are naïve
enough to readily believe
All of the promises they make
which once elected they will break.
We know that politicians lie
we also know the reason why
They are afraid that they will lose.
I we were really free to choose
A system which truly fair
to everybody everywhere.
The present system guarantees
a government which will not please.
The bulk of the electorate.
We have no choice but to demand.
This is no time to hesitate
We need to make them understand.
The time has come to make a stand.
Insist on change long overdue.
They’re not elected to command
But do the job they’re paid to do.
Perhaps this time our votes will show
we will no longer tolerate
The antiquated Status Quo
unsuited to a modern state.
It is your choice it’s up to you
to use your vote or to abstain
To take a chance on something new
Or settle for the same again.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Claudette
Roy orbison
Well, well, hey hey yeah now...
I've got a brand-new baby and i feel so good
She loves me even better than i thought she would
I'm on my way to her house and i'm plumb out of breath
When i see her tonight, i'm gonna squeeze her to death
Claudette, pretty little pet
Claudette, never make me fret, claudette
She's the sweetest little girl that i've ever met
Got the best love that i'll ever get from claudette
Oh-oh claudette
Well i'm a lucky man my baby treats me right
She's gonna let me hug and kiss and hold her tight
When the date is over and we're at her front door
When she kiss me goodnight i'll holler "more, more, more!"
Claudette, pretty little pet, claudette
Never make me fret, claudette
She's the greatest little girl that i ever met
You can bet i'm glad to get claudette
Pretty little pet claudette
Well i.....when me and my new baby have a date or three
I'm gonna ask my baby if she'll marry me
I'm gonna be so happy for the rest of my life
When my brand-new baby is my brand-new wife
Claudette, pretty little pet, claudette
Never make me fret, claudette
She's the sweetest little girl that i ever met
Got the best love that i'll ever get from claudette
Oh-oh claudette
Mmm mmm, claudette
Ah-ah, claudette.......
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Vassal
WIND of the North, O far, wild wind
Born of a far, lone sea--
When suns are soft and breezes kind
Why are you kin to me?
Uncounted years above the sea,
Rock-fortressed from its rage,
The fishermen, your fathers, kept
A barren heritage--
Grim as the sea they forced to pay
The sea-toll of their wage.
And lo! The fate which made you hers
And gave you of her best
And set you in a sunny place,
Down-sloping to the West,
Forgot to change your fisher's heart
Serf to the sea's unrest!
Wind of the North! O bitter wind,
I hear the wild seas fret--
In the dim spaces of the mind
They claim me vassal yet!
poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
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Envy
This rose-tree is not made to bear
The violet blue, nor lily fair,
Nor the sweet mignonette:
And if this tree were discontent,
Or wished to change its natural bent,
It all in vain would fret.
And should it fret, you would suppose
It ne'er had seen its own red rose,
Nor after gentle shower
Had ever smelled its rose's scent,
Or it could ne'er be discontent
With its own pretty flower.
Like such a blind and senseless tree
As I've imagined this to be,
All envious persons are:
With care and culture all may find
Some pretty flower in their own mind,
Some talent that is rare.
poem by Charles Lamb
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Hidden watcher. For M'; lady Francesca
Hidden watcher.
The salt marsh stretches endlessly
and forms a perfect habitat
Where migrant birds nest in safety
to brood and raise a family.
Few hunters ever venture here,
because they fear the boggy ground
That’s noted for its treachery.
So most prefer to hunt elsewhere.
Bird watchers come the whole year round.
They only shoot with cameras
and they avoid the boggy ground
They know that rare birds can be found.
In the salt marsh beside the sea.
It is a twitcher’s paradise
They record meticulously
each and every bird they see
The salt marsh lies beside the sea.
As it has done since time began.
A panorama of rare beauty
That is changing constantly.
It changes as the seasons change.
I does not stay the same for long.
Nature can and does rearrange
to make the landscape look quite strange.
An eerie place and frightening
when covered by a dense sea fret.
When you can see and hear nothing
above the roar of waves breaking.
There’s nowhere I’d prefer to be
Than esconced in my favourite hide.
To watch the birds in secrecy
I can see them They can’t see me.
Sunday,15 August 2010.
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Cricket Is A Serious Thing
In politics there’s room for jest;
With frequent gibes are speeches met,
And measures which are of the best
Are themes for caustic humor yet.
E’en though the pulpiteer we fret
With sundry quiddities we fling,
We pray you never to forget
That cricket is a serious thing.
The crowd assembles at a Test,
And Hobbs at length is fairly set,
Though Gregory rocks ‘em in with zest;
The barrackers may fume and fret
When Parkin has contrived to get
Five men of ours – we feel the sting,
And give expression to regret,
For cricket is a serious thing.
They have the lead; we would arrest
A sort of rot. No epithet
Is proper, though they’ve got our best
For next to nothing, and your bet
Is good as lost. Don’t sit and sweat;
Due reverence to the problem bring.
We have a pile of runs to net –
Ah, cricket is a serious thing.
poem by Edward George Dyson
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Opposition
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill,
Complain no more; for these, O heart,
Direct the random of the will
As rhymes direct the rage of art.
The lute's fixt fret, that runs athwart
The strain and purpose of the string,
For governance and nice consort
Doth bar his wilful wavering.
The dark hath many dear avails;
The dark distils divinest dews;
The dark is rich with nightingales,
With dreams, and with the heavenly Muse.
Bleeding with thorns of petty strife,
I'll ease (as lovers do) my smart
With sonnets to my lady Life
Writ red in issues from the heart.
What grace may lie within the chill
Of favor frozen fast in scorn!
When Good's a-freeze, we call it Ill!
This rosy Time is glacier-born.
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill,
Complain thou not, O heart; for these
Bank-in the current of the will
To uses, arts, and charities.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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