Steering From the Helm
Steering from the helm.
I could be shifted and overwhelmed,
From the position I firmly stir...
As navigator.
Accustomed to unpredictable winds,
Alerting me to obstacles and oppostion...
I may face in preparation to brace,
This 'ship' I command.
And stand I do in anticipation,
To embrace Sun.
Freed and released from any tension,
If and when it should come.
Equipped with this in full acknowledgement...
That 'anyone' steering from the helm,
Could be shifted and overwhelmed...
From the position stirred,
As navigator!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The best doctors found a middle position where they were neither overwhelmed by their feelings nor estranged from them. That was the most difficult position of all, and the precise balance — neither too detached nor too caring — was something few learned.
quote by Michael Crichton
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Aboard At A Ship's Helm
ABOARD, at a ship's helm,
A young steersman, steering with care.
A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,
An ocean-bell--O a warning bell, rock'd by the waves.
O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing,
Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place.
For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bell's admonition,
The bows turn,--the freighted ship, tacking, speeds away under her
gray sails,
The beautiful and noble ship, with all her precious wealth, speeds
away gaily and safe.
But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship! 10
O ship of the body--ship of the soul--voyaging, voyaging, voyaging.
poem by Walt Whitman
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The Floundering Ship
A great day sailing on the
floundering ship at the office,
Hanlie an elfish, mischievous
captain, June quietly at the helm,
Hermien swinging in the rigging
while I plotted a course through
the rapids of cascading words
spilling over my desk
Human Resources destabilised
the ship by throwing the compass
away yet we ploughed on, June
can't be deflected from steering
straight for the bay of organised
perfection while updating lists -
though Microsoft warns our
software is outlawed
Being illegal means we are a
pirate ship; now I understand why
everything is going awry, breaking
down, why tumultuous chaos follows
in our wake - and still the ship stays
afloat and we all have fun as we try
plying our trade and playing our
marvellous instruments
However lacking in melody, the
rhythm full of joie de vivre makes
up for every shortcoming…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Navigator
The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts,
They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts
They never drank water but whiskey by pints
And the shanty towns rang with their songs and their fights.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and theres work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.
They died in their hundreds with no sign to mark where
Save the brass in the pocket of the entrepreneur.
By landslide and rockblast they got buried so deep
That in death if not life theyll have peace while they sleep.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and theres work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.
Their mark on this land is still seen and still laid
The way for a commerce where vast fortunes were made
The supply of an empire where the sun never set
Which is now deep in darkness, but the railways there yet.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and theres work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.
song performed by by Pogues
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In High Places
Look down from in high places
Lift off the ground
Without a sound yeah
We move through open spaces
The wind it pulls
The sky gets close yeah
Could we get much higher?
Could we get much lighter?
Navigator to heaven.
Check out did you check your heart?
This cloudless blue
This starlight night yeah
Shoot out into the shining
That devil moon
He sings of love yeah
Could we get much higher?
Could we get much lighter?
Navigator to heaven.
The stars so close we touch them
They seem so small
They make me wonder
Far out in formation
Five thousand moons
Floating balloons
Could we get much higher?
Could we get much lighter?
Navigator to heaven.
song performed by by Mike Oldfield from Crises
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The first thing that happens is that you're overwhelmed by so much attention. It's just so unnatural. Only people who've been in that position can realize what it's like. I mean, you have to be there.
quote by Chevy Chase
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Window Through The Mind
I saw my face in the window
ghostly pale within the window
steering straight through me.
A translucent face;
amidst the depths of emptiness
steering back through me.
Is that my face in the window
as I am yet to be?
If that’s my face in the window
I’ve nothing to fear
in the interim
of the realm that’s yet to be.
The hand of strength
is evoked in me,
inflamed
with sight to see.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hold Your Position (Stones)
Now here comes the great musical thing called "hold your position"
Rasta, them style ya a just levelment Uncle seen
Hold me position, Just a hold me position
I ya, hold me position, just a hold me position
Go on, hold me position, just a hold me position
Just like Jesus Christ in the valley of decision
Devil come along and tru to deceive man through him
Got him plan from the older one
Him had to hold him position, had to hold him position yeh
Hold him position, had to hold him position
Well rhythm like this makes me and me daughter
Go down at the dance, bubble on the corner
When the rhythm is sweet, we a go hold tighter
Rub-adub like this makes you go one
So you hold your position
Say you hold you position aya
Hold your position, say hold your position
Things and time was a getting slow let off the rhythm
Let the good time roll
Don't bother go a slow and stay a back row
I man come to make the rhythm
Just a rock and flow, because me hold me position
Just a hold me position
Special request to 39 Acker Tree, Frontline, everyman on Kime
UB40 say come and rhyme
Yes, Daddy Stone, me in the dance hall style
So we really come to make it versatile
Because one of a kind we come to blow your mind
So you should hold you position
Yes, hold your position, aya
Hold your position, hold your position
Hold Your Position (cont'd) Stones
Skank steady, Skank Steady
I tell you rock the rhythm
You should skank down steady
You know you say, it heavier than lead
Kinda tougher than tough
You know that Jah, Jah covers
Since he stands over us
So hold your position
Hold your position
Move to the east, and you could a move to the west
Lyrics like this Jab know never go jest
Say chunk ice water say right to your chest
Intercity, outer city everywhere the best you better
Hold you position, just hold your position
Hold you position, say hold your position
Well rhythm like this is really so hot
Let off the vilse because a legal shot
Because we hold our position
Yes, we hold our position aya
Hold our position yes, hold our position
Hold on tight never let go
Tee, ta, tee, say them all in a row
Donkey want water, you should hold him
Joe hold on tight and never let go
Hold your position, just hold your position
Hold your position a ya, just hold your position
Wah dat, hold your position
I say hold your position settle hold your position John
Hold you position Aunty, hold your position
Say hold your position go on
Hold your position, tell them rhythm so crucial
Rhythm so nice like sugar, like a spice
Cause when we a come a dance give you rough, nough, choice
A youth like me should a drive Rolls Royce
Sugar my tea baby, you're irie thought the two of us
Will go to bed cosy
Just a hold me position, hold me position
song performed by by Ub40
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Our Assurance
As believers, we are assured, not in situations, but in The Lord,
This, even when life is at its best, in Christ Jesus we are to rest,
As one never knows my friend, what is ahead, around the bend,
As we travel our course in life, even as believers in Jesus Christ.
Situations in this life change, as Jesus Christ, remains the same,
Yesterday, today and forever, dear friend, Jesus changes never,
Nor does God's plan for our life, though we have pain and strife,
Marked out is each day that we see, by the Author of all Eternity.
We need not to be overwhelmed, for The Lord is still at the helm,
Up above watching everyone, especially men who know His Son;
He knows the plans He has for us, so we can rest in Christ Jesus,
Knowing that the Lord has willed, all in our life that will be fulfilled.
The plans God has for you and me, shall take us far into Eternity,
This is just preparation friend, for a time ahead that shall not end,
Where all dismay will be no more, as we reach that Eternal Shore,
When all doubting will be denied; as we stand in a body Glorified.
With this Eternal Hope in mind, we can leave all our doubt behind,
As we wait for our Blessed Hope, He gives needed grace to cope,
And Christ gives us peace of mind, leaving fear and worry behind,
While we look forward by grace, to seeing our Savior face to face.
(Copyright ©08/2012)
Pirate Story
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.
Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat,
Wary of the weather and steering by a star?
Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat,
To Providence, or Babylon or off to Malabar?
Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea--
Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar!
Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be,
The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Aboard At A Ship's Helm
the island with the gracious mountain
the tip of the boat inches steadily forward
my heart angled between it
one hour, two hours, three hours
the mountain looms so grand but so far
the boat plods on... and on
bumping against the wave
going up down, up down
the swirling birds, how fortunate they are up there
i put my bored mind into their wings
and travel to realms that excite the mind and senses
of man and wife and children
that run between the trees, shrubs
that flip past my eyes
i put stories into the houses that run
away so fast from view
warm stories of infatuation, continuous love making
where the world revolves around
a man and woman, and their senses
the halcyon day stays as it is
never runs into night
on and on the river records my imagination
youthful imagination that makes
the young years so worthy of living
so many generations pass for my hero and heroine
in one boat ride seven hours in all
they run on so many fields, cheerful in so many of the houses
before the mountain finally looms big onto my eyes
the stories i have spun trail the waves to another dimension
i ready myself for the stories the almighty spins for me
each step of the way i am now the hero
the waves and the whole mountain lie in wait for me
Aboard At A Ship's Helm
ABOARD, at a ship's helm,
A young steersman, steering with care.
A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,
An ocean-bell-O a warning bell, rock'd by the waves.
O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing,
Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place.
For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bell's admonition,
The bows turn, -the freighted ship, tacking, speeds away under her
gray sails,
The beautiful and noble ship, with all her precious wealth, speeds
away gaily and safe.
But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship!
O ship of the body-ship of the soul-voyaging, voyaging, voyaging.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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King frederik the seventh
Our King is bereft of a trusty friend!
And in dismay
We lower our banners and sad attend
On his burial day.
But Denmark, in sorrow most deep thou waitest,
For fallen the life that was warmest, greatest,
And fallen the tower
Of mightiest power.
Bewailing the death of their kingly chief,
Men voice their grief.
For Denmark's salvation the man was born
Who now is dead.
When banished in youth from the court in scorn,
To his people he fled.
There throve he right well, there grew he together
With peasants and sailors in foul and fair weather,
While fullness of living
Its schooling was giving;
When ready for Denmark was laid the snare,
Then he was there!
Now soon it was plain, he was peasant-skulled
For their tricks; and hence
The traitors' shrewd schemings were all annulled
By his bit of sense.
He knew but one thing;-what his people thought them,
And therefore in danger he freedom brought them.
The whole was his vision,
He would no scission;
His words were but few, and of these the key:
'It shall not be!'
He stood by the helm like a sailor good,
In no storm remiss;
Of praise the tribute he never would,
But he shall have
this
!
The ship to the North he unswerving directed,-
In storm or in fog, exposed or protected;-
And fear allaying,
All folk were saying:
'He isn't so stupid as people tell,
For all goes well!'
'On deck every man!' was his last command,
'There's storm again!'
When answered the cry from the mast-head: 'Land!'
Oh, then, just then,
Were loosed from the helm the true hands that were steering,
In death he sank down, while the ship began veering-
No, never veering!
To the course adhering!
Now, Denmark, united, with all thy force
Hold straight his course!
He made it his honor, in line to stand,
No rank to know;
But shoulder to shoulder to lend a hand,
And pride forego.
They gather now fruit of his faithful training:
Well drilled, every man at his post is straining.
The course is steady,
For tried and ready
Is many a helmsman, and all their will
Is 'Northward still!'
Naught else can they do now, but with good cheer
Hold out they must,
Stand guard in the darkness and have no fear,
In God their trust.
It is sultry and silent, and yearning in sorrow
All breathless they listen and wait for the morrow,-
'T is time for waiting,
Till, night abating,
The eastern sky reddens and bright dawn speeds
The day of deeds!
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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His Leadership Saved A Ship From Sinking
Their entire reality,
Is based upon what they believe...
From behind the steering wheels,
Of their cars.
And without them their lives,
Would be unliveable and scarred.
He came in from a fresh election,
To save that industry.
Only to have people see the thieves...
Publicly,
Flying into Washington, D.C.
In their private jets,
To plead selfishly...
For more money to feed.
His leadership saved,
A ship from sinking!
The biggest crooks in town,
Left banks and Wall Street...
Turned upside down.
And again...
His leadership saved,
A ship from sinking!
The housing industry was over built and bleeding.
Those given mortgages,
Couldn't afford homes they received.
The rich got richer...
As jobs were outsourced overseas.
Where it was cheaper,
To fill hot pockets...
And to grease the palms of thieves.
While those in the middle class...
Paid handsomely by these misdeeds.
And the people seem they wish to forget,
A prior administration...
Created this wreck.
And yet,
He of color was the best one to get...
To save a ship from sinking.
People feel uneasy,
That he of ability...
Has taken the helm of this ship!
And they want to blame him for everything.
Even the irresponsibility...
Those prior to his leadership,
Have made no pronouncements...
Of regretting the mess they left!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All May Not Believe
To say he doesn’t
Means we rot
In the dark
As the dog barks
Without any reason
In any season
At strangers
As night managers
Prepare to bite
Even to fight
Knows no reason
Still does
All his creations
Full of relations
Wants elations
But with full of questions
Knowing not
What they have bought
Whether right or wrong
Creating doubt
Endlessly fought
Wants to escape
After committing the rape
Still with hope
God is no where
And still dare
Who will take care?
If you don’t fare
I wish all may not believe
Still pain may be relieved
Commit the crime and get deceived
Yet you earn respect well received
Still don’t say
You have your own way
Whether stay near or go away
He will always pardon and pay
Show the way with bright ray
Still if you prefer not to say
Go for unfaith and have the sway
All I want
Never say you can’t
You are gifted
Position should not be shifted
Say, you are here only with grace
Not to say a word but to face
All people in circles pushing in race
Some may succeed, some may fail
He will come for you and bail
Still you say he doesn’t!
It is his world believer it or not
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Say your prayers in a garden early, ignoring stead¬fastly the dew, the birds and the flowers, and you will come away overwhelmed by its freshness and joy; go there in order to be overwhelmed and, after a certain age, nine times out of ten nothing will happen to you.
C.S. Lewis in The Four Loves
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Stricken
He was stricken
overwhelmed and afflcted
full of sorrow and misfortune
wounded by life
could'nt see the sparkle
of his life, his family
he died with his lies
a memory now tainted
a perfect portrait
now splattered and splotched with tears
blurring the happiness
exposing the pain
we are all now stricken
overwhelmed and afflicted
full of sorrow...
...wounded by lies
poem by Ashley Kelley
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Odysseus
I saw him, a brave man, a king
standing tall at the helm
wearing the armour of great Achilles
carrying a great sword on his back
steering against a stormy wind
and renown among his own men
as the man whose plan made Troy fall
but beside him I saw a maiden
in gleaming armour, with lightning bolts
intertwining like snakes just below her breasts
with flowing long golden hair blowing like a flag
and in a ravaging sea they journey on
escaping the wrath of the waves, the storm
and the monsters that dwell in it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Lift Me Up Like You've Plucked a Buttercup
When you come around finding you have found,
You've settled down.
With slowed jets ready to quit your lippin'
And prepared to sit and begin to listen'...
You've done shifted from a drifter position.
And it's there to be gripped!
All that life has blessed you with!
ooo-ooo
Many in fits can't handle what they get.
And they seek partnerships...
That end in arguments,
Gone ballistic.
Left in realistic lethal pieces.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
Just leave don't mention...
Any attitude you've got,
That's dropped you mopin'!
Take a little whiff of me I'll free you easy.
I'm that destiny you need.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
When you come around finding you have found,
You've settled down.
With slowed jets ready to quit your lippin'
And prepared to sit and begin to listen'...
You've done shifted from a drifter position.
And it's there to be gripped!
All that life has blessed you with!
ooo-ooo
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
ooo-ooo
Just Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the United Nations, when China entered, we voted on the same position, and since then we have maintained the same position, that position has not changed.
quote by Sellapan Ramanathan
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Underwhelmed
Keep expecting so much
Seeing little in return
Desperate for the deeper moments
Begin to see them slowly burning down
I see them slowly burning down
Needing meaning in this
Heavy day I seem to bear
Everything comes into question
Lessons learned just seem to tear apart
They seem to tear apart
And I am underwhelmed again
Wanting more than you are giving
Underwhelmed again
Is there more that I am seeing
You promised me so much when
We began to walk this way
You said we'd change the world together
But now it seems we're nowhere further on
It seems we're nowhere further on
There must be more
Much more than this
Please show me more
At the lowest low now
Thinking I should can it all
Needing breakthrough from the nothing
But remembering the call
Where it really started
Hearing fresh your voice again
Something calling me to press on
Seeing you again
I'm bowing down
I'm bowing down
And I am overwhelmed again
I hear your voice still calling for me
Overwhelmed again
Remembering all you've made for me
Overwhelmed again
Not deserving all you're giving
Overwhelmed again
Another chance at truly living
song performed by by Quench
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