Wreck without anchor
I disclose you with this love
and I let you be suspended in yourself
because you're a wreck without anchor
You embarrass me,
but the confusion you feel is the result of having forgotten
your love for me.
You embarrass me against your own sense...
You assume the idea
that no danger will
overwhelm you completely
for abandoning you
into nothingness
Like waves that drive the boat ashore
I expect you to be disintegrated
slowly and waiting in your own
when no anchor can keep you in the offshore
because the wood is too rotten.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Stop Staring At Them, Harry...
I hope I do not embarrass?
I'm feeling like a child,
With a new toy I cherish.
I'm wishing to let everyone know...
I share it with you,
No one else will do.
I hope I do not embarrass?
I feel as if,
We are experiencing Paris.
That romantic place,
Where hearts embrace.
And love is not hidden.
Those who are smitten...
Have it written on their faces.
I hope I do not embarrass.
And I know we're not in Paris.
But this is something felt,
I feel must be shown.
I hope I do not embarrass...
Pushing you around in this grocery carriage.
And watching the customers' eyes open wide...
As you and I act like children,
On a carnival ride.
'Stop staring at them, Harry.
They're on crack! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slowly slowly like this
Slowly slowly
The rippling waves hit the boat
A small fishing boat on the lake
In which he and I sit
Softly back and forth
Waves caused by some water ski
Do not disturb us
My hands stretch out on wood
Behind me as I look
At him
He is telling me a story
Bashfully looking away
Each time I try to catch
His eye
Familiarity warms his body
To mine
The distance is now less
But he still looks away
I smile
He is so cute
When he does this
He has no idea how much
I love him
And how happy I am
Just being with him
Like this
Looking at him
Watching him
And loving him
Always loving him
Like this
poem by Harriet James
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Anchor
I stand with a blank expression now
and I can't believe myself
will someone tell me how
did I get here
I am walking
changing slowly
I am chasing
climbing closer
I know that I'll never be alone
you will never let me go
you are my anchor
hold my hand
while I'm sinking in the sand
no one else could understand
you are my anchor
it seems that I lost track of time
and I can't believe my mind
would you save me if
I reached out to you
I'm WAITING
song performed by by Lifehouse from Stanley Climbfall
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The Valley Of Anchor
To uncover her nakedness like a sweet lover on the bed of roses,
But to come up out of her grave like bat out of hell!
I am in the valley of anchor to share my views with you.
I have tiome to uncover her nakedness,
I have the joy to share her love;
But the muse that muses is all that i share with you as well.
To come up out of her grave like a bat out of hell,
With te valley of anchor to share my mind with you;
But from the days of her youth,
She was all that it takes.
Wrapped in the wings of love is her identity and,
I am in the valley of anchor to make love with her;
But from between her breasts are the true love of her muse.
Her lewdness to all is in the valley of anchor,
And her nakedness to all is seen around her youthful breasts;
But the door of her hope is what she has for you,
Like me being with her all day long.
Take a stick and write upon it,
For i desire mercy on this love than hate;
Like the great River Hiddekel.
She has set water for me to drink on this love,
Like a freewill offering of her love in the valley of anchor;
But be very careful to swim deeply into her love.
Like the King's food and the Queen's water,
Im am in a night vision of love to share my views;
And from between her breasts are the sweet things of love.
The deep and the secrets of her love,
Like the great River Hiddekel pouring down on her nakedness;
Come and explore this valley of her anchor.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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On A Sunny Sunday
On a Sunny Day, You can See Forever.
The u-boat that cast anchor on the silky beach of Albufeira
the crew was dressed in German world war two uniforms,
bathers thought they were actors in a movie.
The captain came ashore he wanted to call Lisbon, to his
embassy, only the number didn’t exist anymore. He wanted
to surrender, his crew hungry and tired.
A kind barman gave the captain a cold beer, he drank it
greedily and asked what year this was.2011.
“My god” he exclaimed we have landed in a wrong century.
He walked back to his u-boat, a neat man every bit a hero.
The submarine, rusty, looking as it had been at the bottom of
the sea for ages, hoisted anchor, sailed into the blue yonder.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Our feeling is that the most important thing on a set is that actors have enough confidence to try different things. If there's stress or tension, they won't go out on a limb because they won't want to embarrass themselves if they don't feel completely comfortable.
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Friend-Ship
My friendship is sinking,
I'm bailing out water as fast as I can,
Move too quickly the boat will tip over,
Move too slowly the faster it will sink,
Seconds away from abandoning ship,
But there's land in sight,
So close to shore,
Tying a rope to the boat,
Jumping into the water,
The water is so cold,
Pulling the boat to shore,
Moving too slowly,
Waves threatening to take the boat away,
Waves threatening to take me away,
Suddenly the shore seems so far away,
Waves fill the boat with water,
The burden of the weight of the water,
Becomes unbearable,
The rope is pulled out of my hands,
And the boat sinks,
Pulling me under,
I swim to the surface,
Swim to shore,
Once on shore I look back,
There is nothing left of the Friend-ship
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Friend-Ship
My friendship is sinking,
I'm bailing out water as fast as I can,
Move too quickly the boat will tip over,
Move too slowly the faster it will sink,
Seconds away from abandoning ship,
But there's land in sight,
So close to shore,
Tying a rope to the boat,
Jumping into the water,
The water is so cold,
Pulling the boat to shore,
Moving too slowly,
Waves threatening to take the boat away,
Waves threatening to take me away,
Suddenly the shore seems so far away,
Waves fill the boat with water,
The burden of the weight of the water,
Becomes unbearable,
The rope is pulled out of my hands,
And the boat sinks,
Pulling me under,
I swim to the surface,
Swim to shore,
Once on shore I look back,
There is nothing left of the Friend-ship
poem by Mandy Author
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Rocking on the Bay of Bengal
Standing on the sea-board,
I stared out to the bay
and got gripped into the fears
as the frothing waves were lashing against
the boat, arranged for our trip around.
When a strong wave was surging,
our fisher-folk lugged the boat into the sea,
and called us all to jump into it.
The sea was calm to them being tamed,
but the waves were hissing at us.
We were holding tight a rope
that moved the boat straight over the waves.
The engine at the back
gave momentum to the tiny vessel
and succor to our hope of easy sail.
We were heading towards the open sea
sailing across the thoughts of wonder.
Some sea-urchins were hovering around us
But we were warned not to touch them
as it would cause itching all over the body.
Our boat went off a place of swirls.
“If we get into it, full fathom five
we will go down and lie”-they smiled.
We pleaded them to turn back.
They stopped the engine
and the boat was rocked
on a blue expanse of water.
I felt how could I have fallen asleep
When my mother swung me in the cradle
tied at the branch of a Neem tree in our garden,
singing songs of folk and myth.
Tears welled from my eyes!
“ We would dropp anchor in the bay
and kip for a while on the boat at night
dreaming dreams of wonder and horror”,
Our fisher-folk said and brought us ashore.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Learning to Love
Those who love faithfully
Are the endangered species
That breed is fading slowly
For love is quick to cease.
Broken hearts and promises
Are a dozen for a dime
Broken lives in emptiness
Go on suspended, lost in Time.
No more the faithful, none the true-
Extinct and now are things of past
Rejected love and care that's due
Are not received, they never last.
True love to be renewed
Must anchor on the giving
And focus on what's good
At all times, be forgiving.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Emission
You are like an un-welcomed guest
I say this in truth, and not in jest
Needing to let your presence known
Even the times when I want to be alone,
You embarrass me when anyone is around
With your odor and your obnoxious sound
So when you arrive I walk away in shame
And for that arrival; someone else I do blame,
You are loud and foul to anyone near
I hate to acknowledge you out of shame and fear
When you come from me, you so quickly part
Oh how you embarrass me, my friend the fart.
RANDY L. MCCLAVE
poem by Randy McClave
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Mother's Face
She's the cradle of mankind
that sings to me lullabies.
She's the everlasting chord
that binds me to my birth and life.
She's a diamond in the nights
that reflects prayers
to heavens above.
She's an anchor on the seafloor
when my life's boat is tossed
by storms and cyclones.
She is my mother, our mother-
our life, anchor and guide.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Butterfly Kisses
There’s one thing I know,
That I hold close to me
My dreams are drifting
Off and onto the sea
I stand at the shore
The cool wind in my hair
And I remember one spring
You were here then
I felt your butterfly kisses
Shining over me
My butterfly kisses mean so much to me
I promise that I
Shall never let go.
My butterfly kisses
I love you so.
The waves crash on the rocks
The white twirling waves
You hold me so close
So I never stray
So close to the edge,
And I hold on tight
Knowing you’re my anchor
My anchor
On this cold spring night
I felt your butterfly kisses
Shining over me
My butterfly kisses mean so much to me
I promise that I
Shall never let go.
My butterfly kisses
I love you so.
Oh my butterfly kisses
On the cold stormy nights
Oh my butterfly kisses
Feel like home
You’re butterfly kisses
Warm me to the core
And our butterfly kisses will last
On and on
No matter if the world may stop
No matter if I’m in L.A or
Somewhere you can’t reach me
Remember, my darling
I will always love your
Butterfly kisses
poem by AnneMarie Hewlett
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Don’t test the God
Don’t expect God to redeem what you’ve lost.
He has to redeem what you’ve got.
Don’t expect God to help you get what you crave.
He has to help others get what you’ve got.
Don’t pray for a win in a battle.
The rival will also pray to Him like that.
Don’t test Him. Don’t embarrass Him.
Ask Him to cleanse you, no more or no less.
26.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My butterfly kisses
Standing at the shore
the cool wind in my hair, my skin
and I remember one spring
you were here always
Shining over me graciously
I felt your butterfly kisses
my butterfly kisses mean so much to me
shall never let u go
This I promise our friendship
strongest of all rocks
Your love for me can't be fathom
The wave's crash on the rocks and hill
the white twirling waves
so close I am to you
So I never stray
You are beautiful beyond description
So close to the edge,
And I hold on tight
Knowing you're my anchor
my anchor, my breath
Oh my butterfly kisses
always at ease with you
Feel like home
you're butterfly kisses
Warm me to the core
And our butterfly kisses will last
on and on …………..
poem by Blessing Ekpe
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It Takes the 'Taint' Out of Tantillizing
What makes a nonstory worthy of news?
When those involved admit it.
Without benefit of apology.
At least one that does not please.
And a scandal wished,
Diminishes with bite.
Leaving a desire to rip one to shreds,
Completely pointless.
Especially if one anticipates it.
And this removes the excitement!
'Come on, David.
Let us be the ones to embarrass you.
What fun is in it if you seem to enjoy,
All of this unnessarry nonsense...
With a provocativeness that really isn't news.
About who you had sex with and their consentment?
It takes the 'taint' out of tantillizing!
Why did 'you' announce your degradations...
To leave us appearing as fools?
Comeon, David.
We had hopes to embarrass you! '
~And Ladies and Gentlemen...
I must confess this:
The one reporting my trangressions,
Had not been invited.
And as democracy would have it,
A vote was taken.
I assure you my sexual activities,
Had the best of intentions to benefit all.
That one 'man' was disgruntled,
Leaves me rather pleased.
No one else found my activities,
That envious enough to heat up such 'meatless' controversy.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The father and mother
My father objected to my marrying
A girl I had been in love with.
Yes, she has been born to him,
My father secretly confided.
Shocked, I approached my mother,
Who granted my wish.
Yes, I was not born to him,
She revealed the secret
I abandoned the idea
Not to embarrass either.
19.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The news anchor is exactly that - an anchor, a center, a focus.
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Steadfast Anchor
Yesterday, today and forever;
I am the great shepherd of the sheep;
But with that which is well pleasing to beautiful minds.
The ultimate result is what you need and,
I am here to entertain strangers;
Like the earth which drinks in the rain.
The nuclear war is at hand but my mind will still write,
For the lampstand on the table needs the showbread.
Yesterday was accordind to the first veil,
And today is with the ways of the second veil;
But the future which is forever is made according to the pattern.
Blessing and cursing comes from the same mouth,
But the inner part of my love is like the steadfast anchor;
And like the oldman and the 16-year-old girl,
The golden pot of love is like the earthly things.
Life is like an oldwoman with a 14-year-old boy,
But to him who is perfected will always seek the truth;
Earthly and heavenly things,
The likeness of Melchizedek with the praises of love;
But do come into the world with the due of the steadfast anchor.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Good Luck
Your quest is to defeat me,
To relieve a sense of winning.
A challenge for you comes as a must.
And my needs are quite simple.
I seek just one relationship,
One I can enjoy and trust.
You wish I would show more dependence.
And my strength is in my identity.
This I acknowledge and it can not be given up.
But you wish to see a weakness in me.
And I can only say,
Good luck!
You have no idea,
What inspires my devotion!
Or what cements to anchor,
To that depth of my loyalty!
You have no idea,
What motivates me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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