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Alcyone, his daughter, had grown up in her father's house, and watching far to sea had seen the damage wrought by the winds when in bad temper-not that she failed to notice them when calm-she often observed sailboats gliding under the influence of the gentler kinds of winds outside the rocky ring that surrounded the island; but the storms were more spectacular and more devastating than their lamb-like counterparts. She had seen pretty ships spun willy-nilly onto the sharp rocks and smashed to bits, and since life-preservers had not yet been invented, there were only floating timbers for the sailors to grasp, and the chance of seizing one of these was dim. Many a good hand gasped out his life in the over-topping surf, and pulled below, visited the star-strewn sea bottom once and forever, since there was no Red-Cross in those days to teach people to swim. People did not yet realize that by stretching themselves along the sea-surface, inflating their lungs and flailing their arms and legs sequentially, they could keep afloat and reach the distant beach. Nobody bothered to learn-though most people lived on islands, and why they didn't is a mystery. Evidentally, between storms the weather was so good it wasn't necessary, and during the storms unavailing, so high were the waves and so sharp the rocks. Only a merman (or mer-maiden) could navigate them, and no-one land-born was that.
So, she worried...
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Adamastor
Nearing the Cape of storms
ships sail and sailors pray
to their gods to prevail
when suddenly out of the blue
storm clouds gather
and lightning bolts flash down
while unseen and like a phantom
the giant of the ages
barbaric and savage
the Titan Adamastor
watches ever morose,
resentful and unforgiving
drawing the sea in his fist
and throwing a great
unpredicted crashing wave,
causing sudden storms
and gale force winds,
calling thunder to hit down
like Thor’s hammer
and in his workshop brewing storms
and out of the granite rocks at times
where his body lies entombed
his spirit rises angry.
Numerous ships are wrecked
along the shore,
where giant elder god Adamastor
rages ashore
among the sandstone cliffs
and in anger forever more
sends storms, great winds
and throwing thick fog
to draw ships on ridges and sharp rocks.
[References: Rounding the Cape by Roy Campbell and Canto V Vasco da Gama (Os Lusiadas) by Luis de Camões.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Life’s Storms!
Dark clouds have come to hide the Lady Moon!
It seems a storm could brew up rather soon;
Tall waves hit rocks and dash upon the shore;
There could be rain and fierce winds all the more.
The beach looks abandoned because ’tis night;
There are no ships or boats on sea in sight;
A Tsunami could be heading this time;
Oh, what a nasty change, when fine was clime!
Imagine sailors caught amidst a storm;
They’ll weep and pray to God to bring back calm;
Despair and gloom will fill the ship-crew’s heart,
Regretting why a journey they did start.
Life’s storms too steal all laughter and all smile;
An anguished heart will plead to God meanwhile;
For God within his heart, man searches deep;
To spare his life, the mightiest will weep!
Such memory can fill an entire book;
The specter haunts the mind much like a spook;
Few brave of hearts become a good singer;
For years the trauma hurts and could linger!
poem by John Celes
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Nothing's Wrong aka Storms Will Come
There once was a battlefield where all was silent.
From foxholes and ditches rose the heads of men defiant.
The weathered general looked around, looked hard, looked long.
Said to his men, There's nothing wrong except there's nothing wrong.
Not long after, they found themselves pinned down,
Surrounded by the enemy. The enemy all around.
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There's nothing wrong except there's nothing wrong.
Does everything look bright? Keep sharp, stay strong.
Cause storms will come, right when nothing's wrong.
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It has been said that when things are bad, look up,
Cause things are sure to brighten up.
But when things are looking good, brace yourself.
Lest you start running when the rain pelts.
Friendships may be strong and good, but when the storm comes.
Then you find out what they're made of, what they become.
Watch what you promise, what you do, what you say.
Because storms will come and test you, one day.
When living on a mountain, on an endless high.
Look out, cause the fall is hard when you're up in the sky.
Those promises you make when feeling on top of it all,
Are only as good as you can deliver when you feel small.
True people aren't rated by how they're seen.
They're rated by the storms in which they've been.
The greatest tree can fall down in a storm,
Even though it was big and majestic, it's gone.
Will you hold when the fire burns?
When the cold numbs?
Will you fight on, in the thunder and hail?
Will you go on, and refuse to fail?
Will you hold true to your word?
Or are you the coward that runs before the sword?
Batten down the hatches. Remember what has been said and done.
Because storms will come....
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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From The Bathtub To The Ocean
start with the bathtub, scrub yourself
with soap and some perfume
smooth white skin and flawless body
cleaned with soft water
safe on the privacy of your
comfort room
there is no challenge there
there is just this stagnancy
that kills
and numbs the mind
life is more than that
life always
wants an exploration
of the unknown
and so you begin to think of the shore
of the sea
and its waves and its rolling nature
its challenge for you
to swim or take the sail
towards the ocean
beyond the comforts of your domestic mind
you look forward to the vast expanse
of the Atlantic or the Pacific
you anticipate the storms
the cyclones
of your life
the way other people's ships sink
how other people drown
and how they tell you
they survive
and then they start telling you the real meaning of life
you must go
and find the meaning of your life yourself
definitely not in that silly bathtub
it is always in that ocean
the cyclones
the storms after
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The Storms Have Passed
the days are getting cloudy for me,
storm clouds over my head,
so dark, i can barely see,
the storms have passed by me.
the swetness of life, has passed me by,
of my life, the storms have went,
and i look forward to when i die,
the storms have passed me by.
of the Lord, i'll meet and see,
to be with Him, ever more,
and there, i'll never need to plea
the storms have passed by me.
Storms of Life
When there’s sunshine and blue sky, we never seem to reason why.
Even when the rains do fall, they come to many as a refreshing lull.
And a fallen snow is picturesque, covering the land in winter’s rest.
But when storms on earth appear, they fill hearts with a quiet fear,
A fear of what may come to be, from a raging storm’s uncertainty.
We walk with the sun on our face, and a wind on our back is placed.
Then there is a quiet just before an awesome storm begins to roar.
With the wind against us friend, it blows and seems to have no end.
We also have storms of life, not from weather, but pain and strife.
There is a fortress in any storm, He is Christ, our Savior and Lord.
Storms of life won’t get you friend, if you know by who they’re sent.
God has a purpose you should know; why in life strong winds blow.
How about the apostles and Christ at sea on a tiny boat off Galilee,
As a small storm came near, it filled the apostle’s hearts with fear.
Christ raised His voice in the boat to calm the storm as He spoke.
Christ said to them “why be afraid, do not you men have any faith? ”
It is good to know at any place a storm is altered by God’s Grace,
And even in the darkest hour, a storm can cease by God’s power.
The storm of life soon will end, if you know Christ as Savior friend.
Until I see Jesus above with you, He my friend will see us through.
(Copyright ©12/2004)
Rocks In My Bed
My heart is heavy as lead
Because the blues has done spread
Rocks in my bed
Of all the people I see
Why do they pick on poor me
And put rocks in my bed
All night long I weep
So how can I sleep
With rocks in my bed
Theres only two kinds of people
I cant understand
Theres only two kinds of people
I cant understand
Thats a deceitful woman
And a hard faced man
She took my man away
And aint goin bring him back
She took my man away
And aint goin bring him back
Shes lower than a snake down in a wagon track
(bridge)
I got rocks in my bed
I got rocks in my bed
Rocks in my bed
I got rocks in my bed
Under-loved, over-fed
My mans gone, so instead
I got rocks in my bed
Under-loved, over-fed
My mans gone, so instead
I got rocks in my bed
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Manifesto
Blues are falling like showers of rain, but I dont feel like crying
Death himself is abroad this day, but I dont feel like dying
I learnt how to sustain myself
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
The enemy has the biggest tanks, and he sure knows how to use them
Our best, and only, chance, is to thoroughly confuse him
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Her tongue was like a scythe and all her bones were haunted
A scapegoat for her life was all she ever wanted
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Sir bedivere slept in a field, his armour strewn around him
Curled foetus-like beneath his shield, still weeping when we found him
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
I teetered on the edge of doom, degenerate and broken
She washed the blood out of my wounds, and spoke the great unspoken
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
His monstrous ego whipped and driven raged beneath his clothing
The complement he paid was given not with grace but loathing
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Deliverance is at the gate with arms and gold in store
He apologises for being late, but I dont need him anymore
I learnt how to sustain myself
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Scoured and stripped of all pretence, shorn of all illusion
I offer nothing in my defence, you can draw your own conclusions
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
(trans. sean miller - [email protected])
song performed by by Waterboys
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Storms In Our Lives
do not fear the storms
they will always be there
set by time
they follow the cycle of life
and all so temporary
when the damage is done
we will still be there
to repair
when the sun is up again
when the sky is as blue as the sea
we shall learn how to play again
to live and survive
to have fun
to laugh to sing to dance
and when the storms come again
we dig foxholes
where we hide our dreams and aspirations....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Peaceful Harbor
I have rode the high seas,
Through many violent storms.
Tidal waves crashing around
me,
Churning against my vessel.
The more I learn, the better
equipted I am,
To handle the storms of life.
My ship is resting in a peace-
ful harbor,
Returning to sea no more.
My peaceful harbor is you.
poem by Heather Burns
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Almost Unnoticed
Jesus walking on the water drew near
'It is a ghost', I cried out in my fear.
Blinded by the waves that crashed on board
I failed to notice that it was the Lord.
'Don't be afraid', the Lord said, 'It is I'.
'Lord, I'm so glad You're here' was my reply.
Worry and uncertainty caused such fear
and I failed to notice the Lord draw near.
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Sometimes during the bad storms in my life
I become all immersed within the strife
But Jesus always joins me in the boat
and through the deepest storm keeps me afloat.
Look What The Good People Done
They were drinkin his wine
They were usin his name
They were takin the time to take
His name in vain
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
They were havin their fun
Look what the good people done
Well, the good people say things that they
Dont really mean
They look so convincing cause theyre
So squeaky clean
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
Its a million to one
Look what the good people done
They (? put him on walkin down ? ), they said,
Lets go on with the show
And they pad him on whiskey and say, boy,
Youve got to go
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
Hes (? on the highway ? ) to none
Look what the good people done
All the newspaper men
They were lookin for names
Pulled him out of a hat
They needed someone to blame
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
He thought he was the one
Look what the good people done
Well, the good people say,
Keep your nose to the ground
Then theyll build you right up
Just to knock you right down
Look what the good people done to you
Look what the good people done to you
They were gettin their kicks
Look what the good people nixed
[spoken - here we go]
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
They were havin no fun
Look what the good people done
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Lord, Save Us, We Perish
Pilot of the soul, awake,
Save us for thy mercies' sake;
Now rebuke the angry deep,
Save, O save thy sinking ship!
Stand at the helm, our vessel steer,
Mighty on our side appear
Saviour, teach us to descry
Where the rocks and quicksands lie.
The waves shall impotently roll,
If thou 'rt the anchor of the soul:
At thy word the wind shall cease,
Storms be hush'd to perfect peace.
Be thou our haven of retreat,
A rock to fix our wav'ring feet,
Teach us to own thy sovereign sway,
Whom the winds and seas obey.
poem by Augustus Montague Toplady
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Life's Net
Gagged sharp rocks that cut though flesh
Like razor blades cut though butter
Make up the stair case I climb up alone
By myself I try and try to get though the next agonizing step
But with each and every lonesome step I take
My body becomes more broken and torn to pieces
Along with my heart that needs desperately someone
To catch me as I fell
To help carry the load
To make everything go away
To make it better
To make every excruciatingly painful step
Worth living for but every time I scream out to someone
I need help I can't do this anymore on my own
It becomes a whisper
I've become so use to people not caring
I tell my self I don't need anyone
I can do this all by my self
But my heart aced for someone
Then I fell down and down the abnormally sharp rocks
Cut into my body
But I kept falling and falling down the hill that took
So long to climb
Not even attempting to stop my self
Thug a sharp rock sliced into my head knocking me out
The moment I woke up
I saw something that changed my life
This handsome, charming guy was watching over me
And I thought I had met god but I was still in hell
As he watched me and I him
Something came over me it wasn't that no one was listening
When I yelled for help
It's that he was made to hear me
They weren't so they didn't
Cause they couldn't
I asked who you are.
Why are you helping me?
Do you really care about me?
All he said was
I am your life's net
Here to catch you when you fall.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Enduring The Storms of Life
A petal falls from a
flower
quietly to the ground
a tree limb dries up
breaks off, falls away
enduring the storms
of life..
Ships sail off to sea
enduring many storms
along the way fights
to maintain
returning to port,
enduring the storms
of life...
poem by Heather Burns
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Weather Hurricane Storms With Good Friends
dark summer storm clouds encase dark horizons
dark summer storm clouds close lost horizons
season of summer storms sweeps in across seas
rains come storms come closing tourist beaches
cold rain hurricane storms threaten new floods
batten down windows close shut tight exit doors
good time to weather storms with life true friends
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Impenetrable
The bleak black basalt cliffs which form.
A barrier to Atlantic storms
Which sweep in from the open sea.
Are not a place I'd choose to be
When winter storms are at their height
and batter them without respite.
The basalt rocks are obdurate
They stubbornly accept their fate
Although the storms may rage and roar
The cliffs have seen it all before.
Wind driven waves have small effect.
On basalt cliffs which still protect.
Old Ireland from the angry sea.
they do their duty faithfully.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Storms Of Life
Theres a dirty piece of cardboard
That reads montgomery ward
Taped across the window of my old ford.
A six-pack on the front seat and a box of chicken wings,
Im dialin cross the radio for a song that I can sing
Id better change my wandrin ways,
I know Ive seen my better days,
Always gettin high when I get low.
Well, I left my soul out in the rain,
Lord, what a price Ive had to pay.
The storms of life are washin me away.
An old mail pouch, tobacco sign
Fadin on the barn,
Bringin back sweet memories of mamas farm
When love was just a country girl that lived on down the road.
Spoken: you know, she almost had me turned around,
But that was years ago.
Id better change my wandrin ways,
I know Ive seen my better days,
Always gettin high when I get low.
Well, I left my soul out in the rain,
Lord, what a price Ive had to pay.
The storms of life are washin me away.
Yeah, the storms of life are washin me away.
song performed by by Randy Travis
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The Real Enemy...
it is not late
the wind finally knows its enemy
it was not the tree that it uprooted in one of its storms
not the clouds that it had blown with rage
not the sea whose waves it tumbled in a tsunami
not even the boats it sank
not pitying the passengers and crew who were swallowed
its whirlpools have been wrong
upon itself it must know
its winds its own storms
its enemies all
at the
end.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Riding Through The Storm
The winds of life will blow
Theyre sure to come and go
They meet me at a time when Im calm and feeling fine
But the captain of my soul is always on board
He rocks me in his arms
While Im riding through the storm
While riding through the storm
Jesus hold me in his arms
And I am not afraid of the stormy winds and the rains
Although clouds become high
Jesus holds me while I ride
I find safety in the masters arms
While Im riding through a storm
I have no fear on the raging sea
Knowing jesus is there for me
He can speak to the winds and the wave
And make them behave
All powers in his hand
On sea or dry land
I find safety in my masters arms
While Im riding through a storm
Riding through a storm
song performed by by Donna Summer
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