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lake boat ride
stretching my voice to reach
a distant age

haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Had Been To This Sea Sometime Before (Catena Rondo)

I had been to this sea sometime before
where water stretch out beyond from the bay,
it had been on a tranquil summer day,
I had been to this sea sometime before

where water stretch out beyond from the bay,
the surge swells before it crushing breaks
while a tiny boat rocks upon the wake
where water stretch out beyond from the bay,

the surge swells before it crushing breaks
with some shells and sand swept out everywhere
before deeper in the water we both dare,
the surge swells before it crushing breaks

with some shells and sand swept out everywhere
while you smile in a way that I adore
we hear the thundering on a distant shore
with some shells and sand swept out everywhere

while you smile in a way that I adore,
we both swim through the crashing pull and flow
trying to find a way back, a way to go,
while you smile in a way that I adore

we both swim through the crashing pull and flow
it feels if our world is suddenly gone
while still together we do struggle on
we both swim through the crashing pull and flow

it feels if our world is suddenly gone
while we do see only the sky and sea,
we are trying to get back, to be free,
it feels if our world is suddenly gone

while we do see only the sky and sea,
we are blinded by a distant kind of sun,
hear the engine of a fishing boat run
while we do see only the sky and sea,

we are blinded by a distant kind of sun,
as an unknown, sheltering bay we reach,
as we both stagger out upon a beach
we are blinded by a distant kind of sun,

as an unknown, sheltering bay we reach,
we embrace and you stroke my hair gently;
a rich boat owner looks at you, smiles at me,
as an unknown, sheltering bay we reach,

we embrace and you stroke my hair gently,
we ride on a boat that rocks up and down,
but still we are in a world our very own
we embrace and you stroke my hair gently

we ride on a boat that rocks up and down,
I had been to this sea sometime before,
while we kiss each other and kiss some more;
we ride on a boat that rocks up and down,

I had been to this sea sometime before
where water stretch out beyond from the bay,
it had been on a tranquil summer day;
I had been to this sea sometime before.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Last Date

we make a date in old classroom
memorize the day we met
we walk in lover's lane
tracing all forgotten feeling
then we touch our hands to confession tree and look each other
calling those memories
when we see a young couple shyly sit in our favorite restaurant
we smile remembering the days we passing together
when we get to the lake where people sail around
the air is quiet and tears begin fall from my eyes
when the time we must separate
just say, ' Will you want to go for a boat ride? '

note: there's belief that a couple who go for a boat ride will separate

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Toyboat

Im waiting for a boat to help me out of here - mm,
Waiting for a boat to help me out.
The boat that reached my shore was a toyboat - mm,
Waiting for a boat to help me out.
Im dreaming of a lake Ive never seen before - mm,
Im dreaming of a lake Ive never seen.
The lake Ive seen last was a picture lake - mm,
Dreaming of a lake Ive never seen.
You who are,
You who are,
Help me out, help me out, help me out of here.
Im thinking of a castle on a top a hill - mm,
Thinking of a castle on a top a hill.
The castle Ive been to was full of flies - mm,
Thinking of a castle on a top a hill.
You who are,
You who are,
Help me out, help me out, help me out of here.
You who are,
You who are,
Help me out, help me out, help me out of here.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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A Paper-boat just on the Sea!

A paper-boat, I tend to be!
The sea of life is too stormy;
Afraid I am, it could sink me,
Before I can reach land’s safety!

But if He wants, the Almighty,
Could work miracles still for me;
And guide the boat to shore safely,
And keep me dry eternally!

A paper-boat just on the sea!
How can it float for long freely?
And when the sea becomes angry,
Can it escape its cruelty?

But all the same, I move slowly;
Nothing on earth can deter me;
Unless something so cowardly,
Drenches the boat mercilessly.

A paper-boat just on the sea!
I know I must make it surely;
And when I reach the shore, may be,
I will feel immensely happy!

A paper-boat just on life’s sea!
Who else would want to be like me?
God is my guide and my safety;
In Him, I have strong faith truly!

A paper-boat just on the sea!
A paper-boat, I tend to be;
A paper-boat, I want to be-
A paper-boat just on life’s sea!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-26-2000

poem by John Celes
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Warm Ride

Come to me baby, I got something to say
I been changin your direction evry step of the way
Now I bring emotion and I bring desire
And I bring the potion to set you on fire
I know you need me, there can be no doubt
You got me held inside your love and I cant get out
We must surrender to the powers that be
The angel in you and the devil in me
Warm ride , warm ride , baby just the way you are
Warm ride , warm ride , we can reach the highest star
Now I warn you women, we are two of a kind
And we both know whats coming
We got one thing in mind
I bring the pleasure , satisfaction you learn
And I got the strength to make you burn, baby, burn
Warm ride , warm ride , baby just the way you are
Warm ride , warm ride , we can reach the highest star
Why are we waiting for this love on the rise
And why am I searching for the magic thats in your eyes
We must surrender to the powers that be
The angel in you and the devil in me
Warm ride, warm ride , baby just the way you are
Warm ride, warm ride , we can reach the highest star
(break)
Warm ride , warm ride , baby just the way you are
Warm ride , warm ride , we can reach the highest star
Warm ride ( fade out)

song performed by by Bee Gees
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In The Silence Of The Night

there is an island that you cannot reach
it is mine
there is a boat that you cannot ride
it is mine
there is a star that you cannot reach
it is mine
there is his sorrow that you cannot fathom
it is mine
there is this joy, this bliss, this gladness
in my hearth

it is ours.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Get Here

Dodo do do,
Get,get, get here (x 3)
You can reach me by railway, you can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane, you can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don't care how you get here, just - get here if you can
I need you right here, right now
do do do do
Get here if you can
I need you right here, right now
do do do do
Get here if you can
You can reach me by sail boat, climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down the slope, into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt, cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don't care how you get here, just - get here if you can
I need you right here, right now
do do do do
Get here if you can
There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, surely you would be closer
I need you closer
You can windsurf into my life, take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon, but you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don't care how you get here, just - get here if you can
I need you right here, right now
do do do do
Get here if you can
I need you right here, right now
do do do do
Get here if you can

song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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Mysterious doings

As once I rambled in the woods
I chanced to spy amid the brake
A huntsman ride his way beside
A fair and passing tranquil lake;
Though velvet bucks sped here and there,
He let them scamper through the green--
Not one smote he, but lustily
He blew his horn--what could it mean?

As on I strolled beside that lake,
A pretty maid I chanced to see
Fishing away for finny prey,
Yet not a single one caught she;
All round her boat the fishes leapt
And gambolled to their hearts' content,
Yet never a thing did the maid but sing--
I wonder what on earth it meant.

As later yet I roamed my way,
A lovely steed neighed loud and long,
And an empty boat sped all afloat
Where sang a fishermaid her song;
All underneath the prudent shade,
Which yonder kindly willows threw,
Together strayed a youth and maid--
I can't explain it all, can you?

poem by Eugene Field
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A Night Traveler

I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
And take a trip places far away
To see new things and people

I travel past the harbors
Full of anchored boats
I travel past the beaches
With swaying coconut trees

I watch the waves
Embracing the shore
I watch the kids playing
And reach out my arms

Then I touch my own bed
Here comes a flash
And my boat is back
And I am back in bed

My boat sails every night
And reach home with morning light
Never did it anchor once
Still traveling every day
Hoping to reach
That unknown destination

poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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Night Traveler

I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
And take a trip places far away
To see new things and people

I travel past the harbors
Full of anchored boats
I travel past the beaches
With swaying coconut trees

I watch the waves
Embracing the shore
I watch the kids playing
And reach out my arms

Then I touch my own bed
Here comes a flash
And my boat is back
And I am back in bed

My boat sails every night
And reach home with morning light
Never did it anchor once
Still traveling every day
Hoping to reach
That unknown destination

poem by Deepa Thomas
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Through the Metidja to Abd-El-Kadr

I

As I ride, as I ride,
With a full heart for my guide,
So its tide rocks my side,
As I ride, as I ride,
That, as I were double-eyed,
He, in whom our Tribes confide,
Is descried, ways untried
As I ride, as I ride.

II.

As I ride, as I ride
To our Chief and his Allied,
Who dares chide my heart's pride
As I ride, as I ride?
Or are witnesses denied—
Through the desert waste and wide
Do I glide unespied
As I ride, as I ride?

III.

As I ride, as I ride,
When an inner voice has cried,
The sands slide, nor abide
(As I ride, as I ride)
O'er each visioned homicide
That came vaunting (has he lied?)
To reside—where he died,
As I ride, as I ride.

IV.

As I ride, as I ride,
Ne'er has spur my swift horse plied,
Yet his hide, streaked and pied,
As I ride, as I ride,
Shows where sweat has sprung and dried,
—Zebra-footed, ostrich-thighed—
How has vied stride with stride
As I ride, as I ride!

V.

As I ride, as I ride,
Could I loose what Fate has tied,
Ere I pried, she should hide
(As I ride, as I ride)
All that's meant me—satisfied
When the Prophet and the Bride
Stop veins I'd have subside
As I ride, as I ride!

poem by Robert Browning from Cavalier Tunes (1842)
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At The Shrine

it will take me a night
to sail by boat to the old city
of my ancestors
i will ride a horse for
another two days to
reach the shrine
where i shall bow down
in prayer lighting
a candle for the dead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inspired by Issa - Pleasure Boat

pleasure boat
we row to the
heaven in us

pleasure boat
waves of blanket
and passion

pleasure boat
we rock and row till we reach
the heaven in us

inspired by

pleasure boat-
on the mountain a deer
calls his wife
-Issa

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Li Po drowns

Li Po sits drinking wine;
he is in his garden
below the tree
reciting his poems to the night
and he sings to the cool air
and he sings to the moon
and he drinks more in between

Li Po walks to the lake
and he sings to the moon:
I will come to you, beloved
I will come to you
for you have waited for me centuries
for you have glowed nights
looking for me;
I will come to you, even now,
beloved moon,
I will come to you, even now

and Li Po walks to his boat
and he rows his boat
and he rows his boat gleefully
and he rows singing
and Li Po is in the middle of the lake
and he stops there to look at his beloved
whose radiant wholeness
shimmers in the water

and Li Po sings always
his song of love to his moon:
I will come to you, beloved
I will come to you
for you have waited for me centuries
for you have glowed nights
looking for me;
I will come to you, even now,
beloved moon,
I will come to you, even now

and Li Po jumps into the lake
and he struggles and he swims
and he swims and he struggles
and he sings:
I come to you, beloved,
I come to you
you who have waited centuries for me
radiant and a-glow in the sky
I come to you now

and he swims towards the distorted moon in the lake
and he beats his hands at the moon in the lake
and Li Po struggles
and Li Po clutches at the watery moon
and Li Po is his with his beloved
after centuries he is come
and Li Po is with his love
Li Po is with his beloved moon:
Li Po flies to the moon; Li Po flies to the moon

poem by Raj Arumugam
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The Old Man

An aged man came into the bar from out of the cold,
he was wearing a monk’s habit as in the days of old.
‘Like death warmed up’ my mother used to say,
as he sat by the open fire on this winters day.

He never spoke, ordered a drink, or even showed his face,
he hardly moved at all and everyone gave him space.
The barman said, “You can’t sit there without buying a drink, ”
a stare of stone was the response, “okay, I’ll give you time to think.”

The place went deathly quiet as whispers could only be heard,
“Where did this monk person come from, doesn’t he look absurd? ”
The whispering stopped as the man turned and looked directly at me,
he pointed with his long skeletal finger and croaked, “You will be he.”

I gulped, and nervously asked, “What are you talking about? ”
“You’ll be leaving here with me, so let’s make our way out.”
“I’m not going anywhere, ” I said, “until I’ve finished my beer.”
“That’s fine by me, ” he said, “I’ll be waiting here.”

To humour the old man I asked where he thought we were going.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, and by the way I’ll be doing the rowing? ”
“I’m sorry old man I’m not going anywhere, it’s much too cold outside.”
“You haven’t got it yet have you; we’re taking your last boat-ride? ”

“There are no boat-rides until spring the river’s been frozen for a week, ”
said the barman with a grin on his face that went from cheek to cheek.
“It’s not a literal boat-ride you fool it’s a journey everyone must take
and my job is to escort the travellers across the lake.”

“What is this old man on about, there are no lake’s around here,
come on everybody sup up, it’s time for another beer.”
“You are getting on my nerves barman give your mouth a rest,
or I’ll take someone with a mouth the size of his chest.”

The barman looked quite unsettled and threatened to throw him out
unless he ordered a drink, but he refused and called him a lout.
“That’s it, ” the barman said, “I’ve heard enough let’s have you outside.”
“That’s good enough for me, ” said the old man, “you’ll be taking the ride.”

At that precise moment the barman collapsed clutching his heart,
an ambulance was called and within minutes they had made a start.
The paramedics tried in vain to revive him: alas they could do no more,
but see the barman’s spirit and the old man walk through the door.

poem by Orlando Belo
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I Got A Boat

i got a boat today
let us all ride in it
its destination is
happiness, its name
is Happiness,

the boat is a decision,
with a flare for precision
it is not dependent on
luck, or destiny, or
dictated by the zodiac,
it is a decision to be happy,

come, ride with me
let us all be happy!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Last Boat Leaving

Hush my little one dont cry so
You know your daddys bound to go
They took his pride
They took his voice
Dont upset him now, dont make a noise
They said youre lucky son youve still got a choice
Last boat leaving
Dont waste your tears
Its not as if Im in chains
I dont want to go now, it would be better for
You, too, if I dont look back when we sail
Hush my dear, while I whisper it in your ear
Were not going to sail tonight
Were going to disappear
And it feels like a punishment, but I dont know what for
Take care of your mother, son, its you that she adores
cos no matter how long we sail well never reach the shore
Last boat leaving
So dry your tears
Its not as if Im in chains
When you go to school, son, youll read my story in history books
Only they wont mention my name
So hush now, my darling, my sweet little one
I hope that you never have to do what Ive done
Do you know what Ive done?
Why Im going away? on the last boat leaving this stinking town
Its the last boat leaving, its the last boat leaving
Youve had my innocence, youve had my heartbreak
Youve taken the place where I once belonged
Now what more can you take?

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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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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A Distant Hope

A distant hope
Miles beyond reach,
But nothing that two hearts
Can't easily breach.

A distant hope
May seem out of control,
But love has a way
Of fulfilling it's goal.

A distant hope
May seem like a dream,
But dreams can come true
With two hearts as a team.

A distant hope
May be distant now,
But time and patience
Will close distance somehow.

poem by Adam McKim
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The Original Midnight's Voice: Gene Crutcher

To
touch:
is everything
connecting everything
enduring beyond the pain

beyond:
always beyond
taking steps that go
beyond...
beyond....
...stardust...

Stretching far beyond
the lightyear...years...
beyond the voice...

The voice of a frustrated
taximan
On the southside in the rain
at midnight

poem by Midnights Voice
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