Just Row
Don't put a limit to any of your wishes and dreams.
Don't, Don't.
Or eliminate anything that your mind perceives.
Don't, don't.
Don't be a moaner.
Don't, don't.
Or a negative owner.
Don't, don't.
Or throw away opportunities you don't believe.
Row,
That boat that floats.
Row,
Not around a moat.
Row,
To a place you know...
You want to be,
And have to go!
Row,
That boat that floats.
Row,
Not around a moat.
Row,
To a place you know...
You want to be,
And have to go!
Don't put a limit to any of your wishes and dreams.
Don't, Don't.
Or eliminate anything that your mind perceives.
Don't, don't.
Don't be a moaner.
Don't, don't.
Or a negative owner.
Don't, don't.
Or throw away opportunities you don't believe.
Don't, don't.
Just row,
That boat that floats.
Row,
Not around a moat.
Just row,
To a place you know...
You want to be,
And have to go!
Just row,
That boat that floats.
Row,
Not around a moat.
Just row,
To a place you know...
You want to be,
And have to go!
It's your own boat don't let it float.
Just row,
To a place you know...
You want to be,
And have to go!
Just row.
It's your own boat don't let it float.
Or let anybody come and get your 'goat'.
Just row,
Get your eyes off your feet.
Just row,
Stop that self defeat.
Just row,
Believe you can and receive it.
Don't leave that boat you row to float along!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is a Lumping In Their Throats
Trust dusted.
Lusts of all kinds,
Now being busted.
And the smuggling once done,
Leave few prepared to run.
Nervous servants see this coming.
Some slip through exits.
None are humming.
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
Gagging on fresh canteloupe,
Dressed in bathrobes in the castle.
Loud knocking on the doors disturb...
Hired belly dancers' tassels.
And the naked thieves who fed on grapes,
Watch the vice squad and cops rushing.
While the herdsmen hustling antelope...
Smoked their dope on the hills,
Without a hassel.
And from the castle windows seen,
Crooks sliding down ropes!
Some in mink coats.
Clinging onto bling...
While exposing 'other' things!
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
And all those who had trusted a few...
Didn't know the few they trusted were police too.
They knew that they had been screwed,
When the canteloupe they gagged on...
They saw the antelope chew.
Trust dusted.
Lusts of all kinds,
Now being busted.
And the smuggling once done,
Leave few prepared to run.
Without their suits and ties to disguise...
How could they hide their naked thighs?
While the smoking of the dope supplied...
Came from the herdsmens' tribe!
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
~~~OH! ~~~
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
While they sat soaked.
~~~OH! ~~~
And jailed they mope!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let There Be Hope
Boats afloat,
across an ocean moat
Sailing away,
a tyrants torment
With joyous rapture,
T'ward a life content.
rickety, leaking boat
Let there be hope.
Boats of hope,
human tragedy afloat
Sailing away,
a homelands fear
On terrorful waves
Closer now, sanctuary near.
listing, ailing boat,
Let there be hope.
Boats without hope,
Human misery, afloat
Sailing away,
from a life content
With sorrow filled hearts.
recapitulated, now their torment.
Scuttled, sinking boat,
let there be hope.
Boats nae float,
beneath an ocean moat
Sailing away,
a savior of deception
An islands hopeless souls
shattered dreams of redemption.
Fractured, sunken boat
let there be hope.
Stop the boats afloat,
across an ocean moat
Sailing t'ward,
asylum signed veracious
People who pride, 'fair go '
ah, but leaders are mendacious.
Rickety, Leaking Shattered Boat
please, let there be hope.
poem by Phil Charters
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Keep This In Your Mind And Soul All The Time
You can not sit on your wishes and dreams,
Expecting to be given a change of scene.
Get up and make it real what it is you wish.
Get up and make it real what it is you dream.
No boat is going to float over your threshold.
Keep this in your mind and soul all the time,
No boat is going to float over your threshold.
To allow you to wine and dine.
If you've got the melody and the rhythm with rhyme,
You've got to move this from your mind to your feet.
No one but you can make real whatever it is,
You want to chew with your teeth.
If you have a need to eat...
You are the one that has to cook.
You alone have to supply and stir up the heat!
Keep this in your mind and soul all the time,
No boat is going to float over your threshold.
To allow you to wine and dine.
You can not sit on your wishes and dreams,
Expecting to be given a change of scene.
Get up and make it real what it is you wish.
Get up and make it real what it is you dream.
No boat is going to float over your threshold,
Anytime soon.
If you're not prepared to row or energize that boat...
You might as well float off and go back to sleep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winter
Of winter snow,
Of blinding white.
In broad daylight,
A shored up boat,
on frozen moat?
stagnant floats.
,
The silence deafen
Crisp cold creeps.
Awaiting sun, fen,
melting ice strips.
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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A Floating Boat Needs a Rudder
You seek direction!
That's what you claim to need.
And you want to stay clear...
Of a negativity that teases and schemes.
And you say to me,
You've got to float your own boat.
But fear prevents you,
To listen to advice you toss away...
Before anywhere you go.
You're afraid to row,
A boat that stays on shore!
And advice you're given...
Your are quick to ignore.
Any boat that you'll use will need a rudder.
That boat you use will need a rudder.
Any boat you will use will need a rudder,
From here to there...
Or wherever your druthers.
That boat you're using needs a rudder.
That boat you're using needs a rudder.
That boat you're using needs a rudder...
From here to there...
Or wherever your druthers.
You seek direction!
That's what you claim to need.
And you want to stay clear...
Of a negativity that teases and schemes.
And you say to me,
You've got to float your own boat.
But fear prevents you,
To listen to advice you toss away...
Before anywhere you go.
And you don't want to hear...
A floating boat needs a rudder!
Not from me,
Or anyone other.
No you don't want to hear...
A floating boat needs a rudder!
Not from me,
Or anyone other.
That that that boat,
That you're using needs a rudder.
One day you'll see...
A floating boat needs a rudder!
One day you'll find it true...
And agree with me.
That that that boat,
That you're using needs a rudder.
That that that boat,
That you're using needs a rudder.
One day you'll see...
A floating boat needs a rudder!
One day you'll find it true...
And agree with me.
No matter what druthers suffered...
One day you'll agree.
A floating boat needs a rudder...
To get to your destiny!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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The Big Picture
Going round the world
Dont know where were going
We dont even care
But you just cant be from someplace else
Unless you go somewhere
And were in the same boat
So as long as it floats
We might as well stop n stare
At the big picture
The big picture
Get the b-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-g picture
Were almost there
Were gonna keep on going
til that new age dawns
Always keeping an eye on the stars in the sky
In case one starts to fall
And were in the same boat
As the ones who cant float
So they might freak out and sink us all
And miss the big picture
(going round the world)
The big picture
(got to get it now)
Like a fish in the water
You dont know where youve been
til you jump out and take a look around
At the b-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-g picture
song performed by by Devo
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Night Boat To Cairo
Night boat to cairo !!.....
Its just gone noon
Half past monsoon
On the banks of the river nile
Here comes the boat
Only half-afloat
Oarsman grins a toothless smile
Only just one more
To this desolate shore
Last boat along the river nile
Doesnt seem to care
No more wind in his hair
As he reaches his last half mile
The oar snaps in his hand
Before he reaches dry land
But the sound doesnt deafen his smile
Just pokes at wet sand
With an oar in his hand
Floats off down the river nile
Floats off down the river nile
song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Boat To Sail
Youre up state, up late, and city fed
Im a california label
From the top of my head,
Forever, ah
See a lot of open sky
When the sun goes down
Theres a hot, lot of loving when you come
Around, to free me, ah
In a boat to sail, boat to sail, away, ah
All those letters mailed from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail
Bare foot, coconut and supermild
Jamaica take a look
At your own child
Forget not
Brian wilson songs are never left behind
Dont you worry baby, youre a friend of mine
For so long
From a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah
All those letters mailed, from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail
We are riding in a boat to sail
song performed by by Carpenters
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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After Tempers Flare To Cool
Whatever that need is to float one's boat,
In a selfish process to go one's own way...
That finds them returning,
To invoke upon someone loved...
A remorse that is felt,
After realizing that boat that floats...
Has gone too far off course.
With a hurting that has been done.
Begins to strengthen a molding of a hold.
Although...
There is an advantage being taken.
Of the one who has the patience.
AND unconditional love served and clear,
To accept with tolerance...
One who doesn't know what a good thing is.
And is near.
Well,
Maybe what is done IS a good thing.
Since it becomes more obvious to them both,
There is a missing of each other that occurs.
And gets stronger each time...
After tempers flare to cool.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A different point of view
I realize that what you see
These things
About life
So differently
From what I once saw
And still see
From my own point of view
This paper boat of yours
Floats on its shadow
The clouds underneath it
Like the waves of the sea
You tell me
This paper boat is going to
Heaven
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Blue Boat
The Blue Boat
When winter rain falls
The lake in the vale fills up
Clear as a child’s tear
Where a blue rowing boat floats
Whishing it were a schooner
When the wind blows
You can if you try see masts
And its boastful sails
As it crosses vast expanses
Of dreams and secret longings
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Boat and The Sea
I will tell you, my Dear
Story of the Boat and the Sea
'Since the unknown time
The Boat heard the call from the Sea
Wings of Gull, blue waves
Took Boat traveled everywhere, all ways
The Boat's soul's filled with hopes
And the Sea's boundless love
Boat went far, further no tiresome
The Sea was still far...so far
Those nights the moon was gentle
The sea was like a girl, who's little
She whispered, she sent her thoughts
Round the boatside, waves elapsed
Sometimes, causeless
The Sea, its waves, pourred impetuously in the Boat
(Because of Love, for all times, ever was just imovable?)
Only the Boat understood
How boundless the Sea was
Only the Boat knew
Where the Boat went to, back to
The days without meeting
The sea was with white head, with missing
The days without gathering
The Boat was broken - crack
If already seperated from the Boat
The Sea only remained the wind and waves
...up and down, a craze'
If having to be separated from you
I just only remain storms
(composer: Xuân Quỳ nh, traslator: Hanh My Nguyen)
poem by Hanh My Nguyen
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Serene
Calmness of the pale blue light,
An empty boat in line of sight.
Floats gently in the breezeless air,
Reflections of trees lay bare
Mirror finish, Cool blue waters,
Yellow, Brown, Black boat colors.
Serene feeling the longer I stare.
Do you receive what I share?
This Boat Is Sinking
Why, oh why? !
Why do i have to struggle on this earth like this?
For i am on the high sea and my boat is sinking;
Yes, this boat is sinking! !
How many rivers do i have to cross?
For the boat i am using is now sinking;
Do i have to dive into the sea or walk over it?
Why, oh why? !
I don't even know how to swim and,
How many rivers do i have to cross?
Why, oh why? !
Do i have to sink and see the ocean floor?
This boat is sinking,
This boat is sinking,
This boat is sinking!
Why, oh why?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Paper, Pen and Ink
With paper, pen and ink I began to think
of a story that I could write.
Or maybe a verse or two about something new,
something original, fresh and bright.
I sat and thought but thought of nought
a stretched circle full of nothing.
A mist came down and I could hear a sound
that sounded like water lapping.
It was a castle's moat and a waiting boat,
and a figure with a hooded habit.
He took no breath and looked like death
this man so old and decrepit.
A woman in white stepped into sight
carrying her head under her arm.
On the boat she sat beside a brown rat
which disturbed the water's calm.
The boat drifted from sight into the night
like a thought from a weary mind.
The thinning grey mist was instantly mist,
leaving my paper, pen, and ink behind.
poem by Orlando Belo
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I See A Boat On A River
He left on a boat
Just to follow a dream
He had to find.
You can't hold a man
When he follows a dream
That's on his mind.
I see a boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
Boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
I waited for him
Such a very long time,
Don't know what for
'cause i should have known
When he left on the boat
We'll meet no more.
I see a boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
Boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
Boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
Boat on the river.
You're bound for the sea,
If you should find him
Please greet him from me.
There were people who came
And said it's really a shame,
Why did he take off
To follow just a dream.
But i guess they were wrong,
In life you're sailing along
And things don't turn out
As simple as they seem.
Boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
I see a boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to i can't say.
I see a boat on the river.
You're bound for the sea,
If you should find him
Please greet him from me.
Boat on the river,
It's sailing away
Down to
song performed by by Boney M.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I See A Boat On The River
He left on a boat
Just to follow a dream
He had to find.
You cant hold a man
When he follows a dream
Thats on his mind.
I see a boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
Boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
I waited for him
Such a very long time,
Dont know what for
cause I should have known
When he left on the boat
Well meet no more.
I see a boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
Boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
Boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
Boat on the river.
Youre bound for the sea,
If you should find him
Please greet him from me.
There were people who came
And said its really a shame,
Why did he take off
To follow just a dream.
But I guess they were wrong,
In life youre sailing along
And things dont turn out
As simple as they seem.
Boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
I see a boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to the ocean,
Where to I cant say.
I see a boat on the river.
Youre bound for the sea,
If you should find him
Please greet him from me.
Boat on the river,
Its sailing away
Down to
song performed by by Boney M.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Παντα ρει· ουδεν μενει
Upon the water, in the boat,
I sit and sketch as down I float:
The stream is wide, the view is fair,
I sketch it looking backward there.
The stream is strong, and as I sit
And view the picture that we quit,
It flows and flows, and bears the boat,
And I sit sketching as we float.
Each pointed height, each wavy line,
To new and other forms combine;
Proportions vary, colours fade,
And all the landscape is remade.
Depicted neither far nor near,
And larger there and smaller here,
And varying down from old to new,
E’en I can hardly think it true.
Yet still I look, and still I sit,
Adjusting, shaping, altering it;
And still the current bears the boat
And me, still sketching as I float.
Still as I sit, with something new
The foreground intercepts my view;
Even the distant mountain range
From the first moment suffers change.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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