Against The Siren's Song
The lovely blarney riding the undulating back
Of the feral tide was a euphonious provocation
But the sea is conquered by immense tails
That once sculled the waves to sail with me
But what my legs cannot kick in the water
Devoured the zithering call, and I pondered
For the hidden coves and glassy reefs
Why the harpist played this alluring lullaby -
Is this an invitation to a truant home,
An unstable current where I'll die alone?
Or was it the enthralling spell that sent
Many a seafarer into the salient sea boulders?
And down they sank into thousand fathoms
Into a place far enough to forget the sirens
And the delectable enchantment of their serenade.
poem by Norman Santos
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Ode to a Sandpiper
'Ode to a Sandpiper' by Dave Hart
Cognoscente of ocean
sand and waves
Peck-nibbling
your days
away
Spindly legs
ever in
prestissimo gait
Strafe the sand
in staccacto flecks
quaff an undulating
tide -
a delectable
salt water tope.
©David Hart 2006
poem by David Hart
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My Desert Serenade
(words & music by stan gelber)
Come here my serenade, my desert serenade
A lovers melody, to bring you close to me
Its a tender lullaby, born of golden sand and sky
The song is new, and its calling you
Tonight beside the desert palms
Come let me take you in my arms
Come here my serenade, my desert serenade
Wherever lovers dwell, it weaves its magic spell
Soon a thousand dreams will start,
And romance will fill your heart
My lips conceal, love thats warm and real
Give me a chance to hold you near
Youll see a brand new world appear
So come and hear, my desert serenade, my desert serenade,
My desert serenade
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Sea, The Sea
The sea, the sea beckons me
with its sirens call.
The lure of its wandering waves,
get a boat and sail with me.
The sea, the sea beckons me
to sail away from home,
to leave all that I love
and with her find a new home.
The sea, the sea with its restless ways
keeps calling out my name.
Saying that sailing with her
will give me fortune and fame.
I am not a sailor
and have no wish to roam.
Sea, oh sea call someone else
and let them answer your call.
28 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Signs
Words and music by neil diamond
Signs that burn like shooting stars
That pass across the nighttime skies,
They reach out in their mystic language
For us to read between the lines.
Some are born who would defy them,
Others still who would deny them, signs.
Signs like moments hung suspended,
Echoes just beneath the heart
Speak in voices half remembered
And half forgotten play their part.
Signs that come as we lay sleeping
Left behind for our keeping, signs.
Sail along, sail along the reefs and the coves inside your soul.
Sail along, sail along in search of a star that you can hold.
And we journey far to where that star may lead to (lead to).
Signs that whisper in the dreams of sailors
And of river queens of paupers and of men with means,
It all depends on how it reads.
Some are born who never need them,
Others still who never read them, signs.
Sail along, sail along the reefs and the coves inside your soul.
Sail along, sail along in search of a star that you can hold.
And we journey far to where that star may lead to (lead to).
Signs, signs.
Some are born who never need them,
Others still who never read them, signs.
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Wave
Right out to the lighthouse and further
Fields of sheaves meshing and swashing.
All along the floorboards of fathoms
Sound ceaselessly threshes silence.
Water rising, floundering, water dancing,
Water flailed to water clinging
Between waves to a breezebeat pirouetting.
Crest and trough to the shore bringing
Alated landscape from a butterflied hill
Inside unmoving salient slopes
Aboard their observer's surrendered will
poem by Seamus Hogan
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How Lovely Is The Dark Tonight
The strident lights of the night
Watched the uneventful soliloquy
With pensive restriction from
Trying not to careen to deeply
Because these sly sentries hide
Its surreptitious espionage from us
But if you will stare back at the nacreous
And beguiling eyes of the vesper
You will find how immense it grew
From the feeding with jealous visions
The undulating air rolled soundly
Rising like a leaded tongue
And spitting blue ether and red water
And ironic palettes and metallic letters
That spoke of many unspoken secrets -
Trivialities that destructs the fantasy,
The misbegotten innocence and
Enraptures a wrathful malcontent
Drowning in an electric fire
The tactlessly swept stars pointed
The voices bouncing the haggled earth
And the enigma shrouding the ostentation
Of the darkness sways like a pendulum
Enthralling you to its drowsy spell
Because the night had many niceties
Sly as the hands veiled behind
Her darkest tresses but if you comb
And commiserate with her cries
You will fall in love with her quintessence:
A riddle I cannot fathom
Spiced by her jovial invitation
And her masquerading misery.
poem by Norman Santos
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The Great Wide Open
Reconnoitering the abysmal depth in the tranquil resurging
My dithering thoughts are dewdrops of glacial waters
That I cannot fathom to feed the famished ocean
But as they plummet down the mirror of the firmament,
A collective of placid hands that failed in the brunt
Of reaching and collecting the constellations, coiled
Sapped out of life, palming the high and angry surf
That revealed itself like twenty thousand buckling pearls
Steered brazenly like galloping mad stallions
And the inclement wind fecundates the welling call
The immense pacific hauled a sliver with every wave
And every ebb, and every saline rippling I am beckoned
With anarchical power glinting in its azure tiara
But the least I drown in this turbulent musing
The greater uproar welled through my throat
Where the heart was wedged from disengaging
And taut from screaming inadequate directions
Etched in its forlorn maps and spoken by its compasses
Through and through, the immense pacific calls
A bold berceuse dropped like a forcedly ripened apple
From the ocean's infinite soughing of autumn leaves
From the dinghy its chutzpa battled the ubiquitous
And perfidious serenading of the elusive sirens
Whilst my heart gyrated through the howling winds,
Beating the windbreakers and taunting bestiary cages
As it sought for homage in the great wide open -
Neither closed, scarcely open; because home is where
The heart resides and gather its sporadic rhythm
And the reefs and hidden coves echoed the slow dance
Of the trepidation ribbing the feigned valiance
The earth never seemed to end in the treacherous horizon
Where the sun would buoy its sleepy rays instantaneously
And would souse its inebriated flames the next instant
Unmoored from the branch where the living used to perch
In search of the place where the dearth rejuvenates a birth
But not an island comes to sight with unmoving hopes
Raise the roof beams of this inverted dome and elope
With the hurricanes and waterspouts brining the metallic water
Frothing effervescent little stars emancipated from constellations
And making its own piece of heaven in a flimsy plane
Without a lasso of direction and outnumbered caliginosity
I circumnavigated the toothless fringe of the great wide open
And opened my eyes to close my heart, hands on deck,
Hands on the helm, I beckoned to the sweetest waves
To bring me back but then he stared with his sterile eyes
And I stared back to oblivion to find my own reflection.
In this great wide open, I am neither here nor there
Nowhere and everywhere, hoping to find the sagacious gulf
Where the chambers of the heart had funneled down
So I can bring myself back to where you stood waiting
A thousand sun set before this aqueous verses.
poem by Norman Santos
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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
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The art of surfing
I have not mastered the art
of riding on rolling waves
fifteen feet high,
speeding by like a bird
in the overcast sky,
slicing the roaring thundering rush
of water filled with immense power
piping through swirling churning cavities
on a storm tossed sea
and almost drowned in the trying
with the board passing me
like a piece of driftwood,
with water enveloping me,
knocking the breath of life from me
and I sank like a piece of lead
and was tossed out
like spit on the beach.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When the Children Come Home
On a lonely selection far out in the West
An old woman works all the day without rest,
And she croons, as she toils 'neath the sky's glassy dome,
`Sure I'll keep the ould place till the childer come home.'
She mends all the fences, she grubs, and she ploughs,
She drives the old horse and she milks all the cows,
And she sings to herself as she thatches the stack,
`Sure I'll keep the ould place till the childer come back.'
It is five weary years since her old husband died;
And oft as he lay on his deathbed he sighed
`Sure one man can bring up ten children, he can,
An' it's strange that ten sons cannot keep one old man.'
Whenever the scowling old sundowners come,
And cunningly ask if the master's at home,
`Be off,' she replies, `with your blarney and cant,
Or I'll call my son Andy; he's workin' beyant.'
`Git out,' she replies, though she trembles with fear,
For she lives all alone and no neighbours are near;
But she says to herself, when she's like to despond,
That the boys are at work in the paddock beyond.
Ah, none of her children need follow the plough,
And some have grown rich in the city ere now;
Yet she says: `They might come when the shearing is done,
And I'll keep the ould place if it's only for one.'
poem by Henry Lawson
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Lullaby Lullaby My Lovely One
(traditional german lullaby)
Lullaby, lullaby, my lovely one
Close your eyes and sweetly dream
Lullaby, lullaby, my lovely one
Sleep in moonlights silvery dreams
Up above so slowly sailing by
The moon roams across the sky
Lullaby, lullaby, my lovely one
Close your eyes and sweetly dream
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Fairy Land ii
YOU spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen.
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
poem by William Shakespeare
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A princess of heart
Hi, princess of my heart
I don't know how to start
Can it be through invitation?
Or by an imagination?
You have lived in my eyes
I would never dare to say bye
Come and adore my thrown
You can be considered best of your own
I don’t know about the magic
You created a lovely music
I am sure it was lovely spell
I certainly liked and felt so well
There may be hidden message
I saw it as clear passage
It did create magic pull of age
I was out for it and unable to manage
Would you respond it through your blue eyes?
My imagination goes beyond limit and flies
Can you make it complete success?
I would love to have full access
It is definitely pull and push
I want to make it as no rush
I see the hidden beauty in thick bush
Acknowledge and beautifully finish
Will you try to forget?
Or allow my feelings to let?
The goal I have already set
I shall open it when we surely meet
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Water Nymph (Fantasy Poem)
Water Nymph come swim with me,
in the deepest valleys of the sea.
Swim through the eddies,
flirt with the sea ladies.
Many treasures here for you and me.
sirens of the sea waving happily.
Water nymph, water nymph,
did you see, they waved at me.
Come water nymph come swim with me.
Enjoy the vastness of the deep blue sea.
There are sea monkeys, sirens, mermaids and more.
Maybe we can take some treasures back to shore.
Oh cmon water nymph, don’t be shy.
Come swim with me, watch the boats sail by.
(July 1,2007)
poem by Melvina Germain
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Rimes Of The Other Mariner
Captain, my Captain, find another ship,
You need not hit the bottom on this rig,
You were born to sea, on this maiden trip,
Make not your cradle be your grave to dig:
Sleep not, unhear the siren's lullaby,
But hum the Naiad's tune in streams back home,
Your lady waits, and may in sorrows cry,
Should we all turn to be the ocean's foam:
History cared not much, on how we sailed,
It's what we'll land upon, that soon would count,
Of all odds, against which we have prevailed,
Bringing the booty home is paramount:
We lost our ship, but never will our will,
Heed not the sorceress, the curse she dares,
Have hope, and let your heart with courage fill,
We still could swim, if we have to, who cares:
We'll sail a thousand lives, but all in naught,
If not finding from what, and whence we roamed,
As life we tread, in its purpose, distraught,
When elegies are annals of the doomed:
Sail on Captain, set sail on this new ship,
To quest much glorious, nothing makes us kneel,
But mark, that as tide turns, and fortunes dip,
Life counts much more than all the pounds of steel.
.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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The place I call home
I'm leaving now.
I'm going home.
I'm leaving now.
To the place I call home.
I won't come back.
I'll be at home.
I'll be happy there.
The place I call home.
Where the birds sing.
And the flowers dance.
Where the wind whispers.
In the place I call home.
The children play.
The stars sparkle.
The dogs bark.
In the place I call home.
I'm going now.
To my home.
Where I'll live freely
In the place I call home
poem by MyLittle Secret
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0012 'Only one life was lost in this disaster
The water’s not so deep
down here, it’s still stirred
on the sea-bed by the off-shore tide.
The seaweed waves in slow rhythm, almost gracefully.
Sometimes a crab, going somewhere not apparent
with laborious stubborn intent
displaces very slightly the bone-white skeleton
lying on its back, almost relaxed, almost temporary,
as if waiting for time to give some signal
to turn those stark claws back into a son’s hands
or the current turns a few degrees the eyeless head,
the young jaw, as a light sleeper
in a dream, submissive to the tide;
peaceful; down here
in this filtered light
death, grief, tears, a mother's memories
seem unknown, have no place.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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bloodline ***** FISHING ON PALILAN TABO-O WHITE SAND TRENCHES
in memory of the late Carlos carling Caminos, our fisherman, and to my biological Papa Romy
at Brgy. Palilan and Tabo0o, Jimenez, Misamis Occidental,
Mindanao, Philippines
Nearly summer
March night of 1995
crest of waves took off
beneath the escaping-out Pacific
typhoon eye
hitting upper most Philippine
archipelago
A perfect night for
my childish fishing adventure
at Misamis sea
after Papa permitted me to
join Carling in GOODBYE type
fishing
I threw then a fishing net as we
had approached the fishing bay
above coral reefs to trap
passer-by seasonal school of fish
locally known as the matam-baka
carried by low tide current
along trenches
we had a good 'catch' ever
until the last thrown and
the fishing net was trapped
along reefs
we simply bid goodbye
same as that fishing type was being called
goodbye to the nylon net
goodbye to the just caught fishes
too hard to pull it back
into our customized pump boat
the current was so strong
unpredicted
only the fisher's kerosene lamp
was left as we went back
shore
I lighted on
until now flaming in the
school of my memories
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Predictor results
How will you take it after I said told you so?
I think I'll go crazy after I said told you so
No more fucking excuses after this
You know I just won't take no for an answer after this
I will not take a no
Don't don't force
Di-Di-vorce
But I think you've put a spell on me, somehow
Trying to take a hold on me
Your reasoning so unstable
My life now, so unpredictable
Just glimpse in the future seen with a predictor
Cross the fingers and cross the legs
Next time luck, hope for it
Like a thousand and thousand of times before
Murder at the shore?
Murder at the shore?
Kick It In
Love gives me poetry
Stays up all night and puts a curse on me
Oh anything you want
Turn around and Ill take you there
I know its going to be
Take your shackles off o me
This citys gone, Im gone over there
Kick it in, kick it in
Build it up and burn it down again
Kick it in, kick it in
Burn down to the ground
Kick it in, kick it in
Tell me about this place youve been
I dont want it theres a fever going around
Take a walk down town
See whats going on
If you want to find a hidden key
Theres nothing here on me
Any city, anywhere
Any colour I dont care
You belong to me
And thats the way its gonna be
Kick it in, kick it in
Yeah kick it in, kick it in
Raise it up and let it live again
Feel your body shake and take off
You can lie but keep it in
Keep me down here wondering
So whats it going to be
Come on in
I like the shape youre in
You keep me wondering, wondering, wondering
Eyes upon you black and brown
Spread your love all over town
Give me fire, body heat
Say hello to me
I want to go anywhere
Any colour I dont care
Dont believe in all you see
And dont get caught
Kick it in, kick it in
Tell me about this love youve been
Kick it in, kick it in
Turn this life around
Kick it in, kick it in
Shake the ghosts from deep within
Close the door down
Dont let the demons in
Kick it in, kick it in
I only want to be your friend
Put your hands in my hand
And take off with me
Listen baby, Im going home
Im going home
Im going home
Come on walk with me
Cause I know what I see
Kick it in
Kick it in, kick it in
Tell me bout the place youre in
Ive got a new gold dream
Im moving on, Im moving on
Youre moving on, youre moving on
Youre moving on, yeah
Kick it in, kick it in
Im moving on
Words and music : simple minds reproduced without permission
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