Erosive life go with the flow
In the poor visibility
the old Lighthouse stands.
Sun murmurs his usual prayer
'off for the day my dear'.
When the darkness peeps
a beggar tunes his ramshackle lute
and sings his monotonous song.
'where do they come from
and where do they go?
what do they bring
and what do they take away?
Affable dark skinny young woman
whose husband has abandoned her
sit on the wharf and pray anxiously
for her daily bread.
She heard the far away sailing ship dropped her anchor.
It seems that she is very uneasy with her agony
wait until the anchor heaves up quickly
and the kind sailors visit her cursed hut merrily.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Marie Christine
Have you seen the lighthouse shining from the rock
For the ship marie christine and all her gallant lot
Now have you seen the lighthouse
Oh we are close to land
Cried the brave young captain to his wretched band
Now have you seen the harbor cried marie christine
Have you seen the jagged rocks in the waters in between
Now have you seen the lighthouse
Oh save me if you can
For if you do I promise Ill never sail again
Now have you seen the lighthouse shining from the rock
Cried the brave young captain to his wretched lot
Now gather all your photographs
And don your coats of blue
If anyone can save us now, marie christine tis you
When I first saw marie christine the woman that she was
I ssigned aboard toman her sails and honor well her cause
I christened her with old champagne
And I drove her to the west
Of all the men who sailed on her, in truth I sailed her best
Have you seen the lighthouse shining from the rock
For the ship marie christine and all her gallant lot
Now have you seen the lighthouse
Oh we are close to land
Cried the brave young captain to his wretched band
Come all ye would be sailors
All ye would be sailors
All ye would be sailors
If anyone can save us now, marie christine tis you
If anyone can save us now, marie christine tis you
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Our Daily Bread
"Give me my daily bread.
It seems so odd,
When all is done and said,
This plea to God.
To pray for cake might be
The thing to do;
But bread, it seems to me,
Is just our due.
"Give me my daily toil,"
I ought to say -
(If from life's cursed coil
I'd time to pray.)
Give me my daily sweat,
My body sore,
So that bread I may get
To toil for more.
"Give me my daily breath,"
Through half a sob,
Until untimely death
Shall end my job.
A crust for my award,
I cry in dread:
"Grant unto me. Oh Lord,
My daily bread!"
poem by Robert William Service
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Sailor-Errant Misadventure
Sailing on the Relation-ship
With no direct destination
Sailing the seas eternally
But the planet's a great circle
The first time 'round
was romantic
Second time 'round
was a review
The third time 'round
was redundant
But fourth time 'round
was regretful
Solar mantrap
Sailor-errant misadventure
Without a map
A history
And an anchor
'Lectric soul mates unite as one
Neither possess perfect half crowns
Power struggle
Blood red jungle
Love has nothing to do with it
Solar mantrap
Sailor-errant misadventure
Without a map
A history
And an anchor
poem by Michael Fischer
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Stagnant Sailor Hears The Old Ship's Whistle!
O This Wedlock!
How strong it's like concrete?
I dropped my anchor once
And thought it's a muddy bottom
No it's rocky?
And I cannot heave up the anchor
and sail again.
Wind is so wild and the Ocean's frozen!
If I get a chance soon I reach Portugal
The upper Railway station apartment in Lisbon
Deceased brother & myself we shared a delicious rotten
Tomato soup with a slice of brown bread,
The well learned cobbler Pedro Rodriguez
Who speaks little English like me
We discussed about the fine book of Eca De Queiroz's 'Sin of Father Amaro'
Jade eyed girl in Antwerp who said rain stopped
when I asked the umbrella
and in Cairo the Mummy in a Pyramid
gave me a lovable smile?
That middle aged Gypsy woman Varna in Yugoslavia
Who sat on a wooden bench crossed legs
read my palm and said; 'In your previous birth
you married to a beggarmaid and became rich
And you married her again now,
live together a happy life and don't sail further? '
I hear that ship's whistle fading away!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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He was
He was an anchor in the light,
He was my happiness.
And when the blue sea dew from his sail-wings
He was the song of my unknown things;
The song of all that the wind has seen and felt.
The song of lives that we would never live;
The song of the loves that we would never love
He was my ship of dreams.
poem by Tina Angel
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About Nothing At All (2)
imagine an
empty space
your hands
have nothing
to hold
you float and
there is nothing
to land
a ship without
sea
no port visible
no anchor
no lighthouse
there is no storm
neither calm nor
chaos
there is no
poetry since
there are no
words
no thoughts
no spark
no inspiration
there is no house
there is
a vast emptiness
nothing follows.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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About Nothing At All
imagine an
empty space
your hands
have nothing
to hold
you float and
there is nothing
to land
a ship without
sea
no port visible
no anchor
no lighthouse
there is no storm
neither calm nor
chaos
there is no
poetry since
there are no
words
no thoughts
no spark
no inspiration
there is no house
there is
a vast emptiness
nothing follows.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Sea! To Sea!
TO sea, to sea! The calm is o'er;
The wanton water leaps in sport,
And rattles down the pebbly shore;
The dolphin wheels, the sea-cow snorts,
And unseen mermaids' pearly song
Comes bubbling up, the weeds among.
Fling broad the sail, dip deep the oar:
To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er.
To sea, to sea! our wide-winged bark
Shall billowy cleave its sunny way,
And with its shadow, fleet and dark,
Break the caved Tritons' azure day,
Like mighty eagle soaring light
O'er antelopes on Alpine height.
The anchor heaves, the ship swings free,
The sails swell full. To sea, to sea!
poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
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Song of the Sailor Boy
Cheer up, cheer up, my mother dear!
Ah! Why do you sit and weep?
Do you think that he who guards me here,
Forsakes me on the deep?
Let hope and faith light up your glance,
When you see our ship set sail;
Look, look at her now, and see her dance;
Oh! Why do you turn so pale?
There's an English flag, and an English crew;
So, mother, be proud of your boy in blue.
Ah! Wonder not that, next to thee,
I love the galloping wave;
'Tis the first of coursers, bold and free -
And fit to carry the brave.
It may bear me on to a dark lee-shore,
To sink with a gallant band;
But early or late - here's a heart for my fate,
Let it come on the sea or the land.
The storm and the battle shall find me true,
So, mother, be proud of your boy in blue.
And if the breakers kill our ship,
And your boy goes down in the foam,
Be sure the last breath on his lip
Was a prayer for those at home.
But come, cheer up! methinks I heard
A voice in the anchor chain,
That whispered, like a fairy bird,
'The Ship will come again.'
God bless thee, mother, adieu, adieu!
But never weep for your boy in blue.
poem by Eliza Cook
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Song from the Ship
To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er;
The wanton water leaps in sport,
And rattles down the pebbly shore;
The dolphin wheels, the sea-cows snort,
And unseen Mermaids' pearly song
Comes bubbling up, the weeds among.
Fling broad the sail, dip deep the oar:
To sea, to sea! the calm is o'er.
To sea, to sea! our wide-winged bark
Shall billowy cleave its sunny way,
And with its shadow, fleet and dark,
Break the caved Tritons' azure day,
Like mighty eagle soaring light
O'er antelopes on Alpine height.
The anchor heaves, the ship swings free,
The sails swell full. To sea, to sea!
poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
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On The Lord's Prayer
I have taught your young lips the good words to say over,
Which form the petition we call the Lord's Prayer,
And now let me help my dear child to discover
The meaning of all the good words that are there.
'Our Father,'-the same appellation is given
To a parent on earth, and the Parent of all-
O gracious permission! the God that's in heaven
Allows his poor creatures him Father to call.
To 'hallow his name,' is to think with devotion
Of it, and with reverence mention the same;
Though you are so young, you should strive for some notion
Of the awe we should feel at the Holy One's name.
His 'will done on earth, as it is done in heaven,'
Is a wish and a hope we are suffered to breathe
That such grace and favour to us may be given,
Like good angels on high we may live here beneath.
'Our daily bread give us,' your young apprehension
May well understand is to pray for our food;
Although we ask bread, and no other thing mention,
God's bounty gives all things sufficient and good.
You pray that your 'trespasses may be forgiven,
As you forgive those that are done unto you.'
Before this you say to the God that's in heaven,
Consider the words which you speak. Are they true?
If any one has in the past time offended
Us angry creatures who soon take offence,
These words in the prayer are surely intended
To soften our minds, and expel wrath from thence.
We pray that 'temptations may never assail us,'
And 'deliverance beg from all evil' we find:
But we never can hope that our prayer will avail us,
If we strive not to banish ill thoughts from our mind.
'For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory,
For ever and ever:' these titles are meant
To express God's dominion and majesty o'er ye:
And 'Amen' to the sense of the whole gives assent.
poem by Charles Lamb
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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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The Dolls
A DOLL in the doll-maker's house
Looks at the cradle and bawls:
'That is an insult to us.'
But the oldest of all the dolls,
Who had seen, being kept for show,
Generations of his sort,
Out-screams the whole shelf: 'Although
There's not a man can report
Evil of this place,
The man and the woman bring
Hither, to our disgrace,
A noisy and filthy thing.'
Hearing him groan and stretch
The doll-maker's wife is aware
Her husband has heard the wretch,
And crouched by the arm of his chair,
She murmurs into his ear,
Head upon shoulder leant:
'My dear, my dear, O dear.
It was an accident.'
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Heart Of The Country
A candle burns in the
Heart of the country
The flame fades though
I see to it sadly
It takes me further away
Than I have ever been
I wait and the darkness comes
I pray for my only one
And I wonder if you ever
Will see this land again
We took this land
And we brought it goodness
It's taken everything
And left only emptiness
I am not broken
Although I have the seeds in me
I wait and the darkness comes
I pray for my only one
And I wonder if you ever
Will see this land again
I hide my face against the sun
I hide my fear from everyone
But I've had enough of secrets
They're all lies we're scared to tell
I just need someone to be with
I just need to say you fell
There's nothing out here
But me and a whisper
And now it's failing
I won't even listen
I watch the fall and it's
Time that I was leaving too
I wait and the darkness comes
I pray for my only one
And I wonder if you ever
Will see this land again
I wait and the darkness comes
I pray for my only one
And I wonder if you ever
Will see this land again
I wait and the darkness comes
I pray for my only one
And I wonder if you ever
Will see this land again
I wait and the darkness comes
I pray for my only one
And I wonder if you ever
Will see this land again
song performed by by Anni Frid Lyngstad from Shine
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May...Be...A Bit Uneasy With the 'Peeps
I can understand,
You are overwhelmed and shocked.
Afterall...
It only has taken,
Fourty years or more...
For the activities of this environment to sink in.
Remember when they were first brought to your attention?
And you had stated then,
My comments were too negative to mention?
And today 'my' comments seem to flow from your lips.
With a cursing done that you can not resist.
Don't you think...
Your lack of communal unity,
Is too negative to mention?
I believe your comments are a repetitive visit!
Even though you seem to have a clear grasp,
Of the lingo!
*May...be...a bit uneasy,
With the 'peeps' that pop your 'pupils'.
Ya dig? *
Oooohhh...
I love the Spring.
Especially this time of the year.
Don't you?
*NOTE:
'Peeps'? Urban slang word usage for 'people'.
Sooo, an interpretation for that line where 'peeps' is used...
Would be as such:
* 'Maybe you are a bit uneasy with the people that open your eyes.
Do you comprehend? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The news anchor is exactly that - an anchor, a center, a focus.
quote by Jessica Savitch
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When an isolated Soul Anchored
In the Ocean of Life when a soul anchored
Rocks gently, touch the warm breeze
And search the homeland.
Life hides within its walls
And no way to cast off.
Though you see the smiling island at a distance
It's impossible to heave up the rusty anchor
As it stuck in the rock bottom.
If not the poor visibility
You could see the wreckage from the illusory shore.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Song: XI
Mother, mother, do you not hear?
Mother, they come; there is news to tell!
– Give me your hands, my daughter dear:
'Tis but a ship that saileth well.
Mother dear, have a care, give heed!
–They go, my daughter, away they speed.
Mother, the danger is sore, alas!
– Child, my child, it will quickly pass.
Mother, mother, She draweth near!
– It is down in the harbour, daughter dear.
Mother, mother, She opens the door!
– Child, they go, to return no more.
Mother, She enters! I am afraid!
– Child, they now have the anchor weighed.
Mother, I hear Her speaking low.
– Child, my child, it is they that go.
Mother, She makes the stars go dark!
– Child, 'tis the sails of a shadowy bark.
Mother, She knocks at the casement still!
– Child, maybe it is fastened ill. . . .
Mother, mother, my sight grows dim. . . .
– Child, they sail for the open sea.
On every hand I can hear but Him. . . .
– O child, what is it, and who is He?
poem by Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck
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In The Solitude Of Prayer
In the solitude of prayer
deep
Lost in moments in between weep
and sleep
In the solitude of prayer
Lonliness finds a rest
Survived another test
Brings out our best
In the solitude of prayer
With nobody there
Except those far away
Reminded of their distant care
In the solitude of prayer
You pray for their smile
For their personal trial
Silently, all the while
In the solitude of prayer
Dreams seem more near
More hope than fear
Thoughts of those past those dear
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for their souls kind
Whose memory is still in your mind
And in your heart
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for your dear friends
Whose heart's you defend
As your own heart they mend
In the solitude of prayer
As for God's wisdom
And his love
As all love comes from above
In the solitude of prayer
Find grace to forgive
And to truely give
And to live
In the solitude of prayer
Recall how to dream
Of warm embraces of affection
And of love returned in your direction
In the solitude of prayer
Pray with conviction
Pray for the impossible
Without fear or restriction
poem by James T. Adair
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Dream Collector
The Dream Collector.
The traffic light was on red when I dreamt of an island in
the Saragossa Sea. No one has yet discovered it; those who
do will never recover. A happy place, how should I know?
Restless are the ghosts of sailors walking on the strand
between sea and land looking for their ship that tugs at
the anchor in some hidden bay.
Arthritic fingers flex, hoisting sails. Just once more my dear,
let me see you under full sails, swiftness on the seas.
Now my eyes can’t see for the infernal fog, but once I was
the master and you obeyed my commands.
The traffic light has turned green it wasn’t the sea I saw.
Blaring horns, oh my darling just once more...
poem by Oskar Hansen
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