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Ship Wrecked

The ship Wreck
A sparkle, the freighter exploded and up in the air I flew. Looking down the ship
had vanished in the glitter of sunlight. Into the sea I fell, bubbles and angst,
but I saw above me a raft. The sea, calm, always is, it’s the wind that screams
in defeat as it can’t bend the sea to its will; and shallow land that tries to stop
its progress, the freedom to be itself. Night, around me danced the women
I had loved. I drank their nectar and became the strongest man on earth.
My hearing, acute, when tons of iron hit the bottom of the sea I heard screams
of suffering steel and humanity, in a common voice. I willed sea to become terra
firma, silky sand; I dragged the raft behind me like a sledge, heading for the red
mountain where sun never sets because it has no sea to cool into.
Women had disappeared into fluffy clouds and useless heavenly angels, without
their sustenance I lost my potency, and the sea flooded the land. When my raft
drifted into Sidney harbour it was New Year’s Eve, fairy light committed suicide
by jumping into dark, shark infested water. The scream of broken steel and man
never stopped ringing in my ears.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Great Escape

The Cook’s Escape

As cook on a ship I hated her crew, rats posing as seafarers.
A night when the ship passed by the shores of Panama, and
I saw my chance. Loosened the ships raft and as it glided into
the sea I jumped after. Moon lit night I sat dreaming listening
to the song of the sea. In its embrace I fell asleep when I woke
the raft was tugging a beautiful white strand. The locals were
frying red snappers with lemon juice for breakfast. I thought
of the crew, thugs from hell, had to make their own breakfast.
This glorious morning I was free of the sea and narrow minded
men who had never read a book and whose idea of pleasure
was a harbour whore. Yet, such is the pull of the ocean that
I still dream of its sun showy surface, on days when her crew
was resting on their scruffy rust dirty cabins. Yet, know I know
the fault was mine not seeing their despair.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Homeland Africa

Ship ahoi ship ahoi ship ahoi ship ahoi
Ship ahoi ship ahoi ship ahoi ship ahoi
Ship ahoi ship ahoi ship ahoi ship ahoi
Down the ocean a ship comes sailing through the waves
Filled with hundreds of men they take as slaves
Just long for their true homeland africa
And to be saved they want to be free
Men women and babyslaves
Coming to the land of liberty, liberty
Ship ahoi ship ahoi ship ahoi ship ahoi...
They are tired of waiting for a brand new day
Some of them sing and chant some of them pray
And some men got a little tired too
No one knows if the journey pay
Men women and babyslaves
Coming to the land of liberty, liberty
Ship ahoi ship ahoi ship ahoi ship ahoi...

song performed by by Boney M.
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Little Andrew

Air -- "Gypsy's Warning"

Andrew was a little infant,
And his life was two years old;
He was his parents' eldest boy,
And he was drowned, I was told.
His parents never more can see him
In this world of grief and pain,
And Oh! they will not forget him
While on earth they do remain.
On one bright and pleasant morning
His uncle thought it would be nice
To take his dear little nephew
Down to play upon a raft,
Where he was to work upon it,
An this little child would company be --
The raft the water rushed around it,
Yet he the danger did not see.

This little child knew no danger --
Its little soul was free from sin --
He was looking in the water,
When, alas, this child fell in.
Beneath the raft the water took him,
For the current was so strong,
And before they could rescue him
He was drowned and was gone.

Oh! how sad were his kind parents
When they saw their drowned child,
As they brought him from the water,
It almost made their hearts grow wild.
Oh! how mournful was the parting
From that little infant son.
Friends, I pray you, all take warning,
Be careful of your little ones.

poem by Julia A Moore
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A Day

A day might turn up when water will not wet
and fire wil not burn the wind will not dry
and there will be no sky
Earth and the skies land and water
You and me will merge in a moonless and sunless sea
Call it the dark mass known as Great Attractor?
Call it Death?
Who floats there on the primordial waters
resting
on a raft of a white thousand hooded rattle snake?
Dont you hear it when it is dark and no man there?

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Raft of Emotion

I’m trapped on a raft of emotion,
Surrounded by mountains of doom.
The clouds of despair have been gathering,
Over dark seas, of impending gloom.

But sat on a rock of happiness,
Is a saucer of joy and of hope.
And if I could wade over to it,
Or pull myself across on a rope.

I know that this raft of emotion,
Could become a boat filled with glee.
And the clouds of despair could all disperse,
But the only one who can change this is me.

Heath Gunn 2009

poem by Heath Gunn
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Just Make It Stop

Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.

The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.

Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.

The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.

Fist flying.
Object Throwing.
Door Slamming.
Here's my pause button.
Cranking up the music and start jamming.
For its my only way out.

Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.

The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.

Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.

The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.

It forever sits upon a child's mind.
Was it something he did?
Is that why daddy smacks mommy around?
Is that why mommy brings a different man day after day.
Which is my real father.
A bastard by definition.

Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.

The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.

Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.

The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.

With a needle in her arm and she does not wake.
What am I to do now.
Do I call 911 in the attempts to save her.
These questions constantly stir.
A life in a melting pot.
I wonder how I will turn out.

Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.

The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.

Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.

The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.

Now shes sitting in the bath tub.
Slashes across her wrist.
Blood soaked water.
Is their any way I could have prevented this?
She is ready to die.
And as a child I'm ready to cry.

Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.

The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.

Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.

The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.

Just make it stop.
Just make it stop.
Just make it stop.

~Being a good mother is the most important thing in the world.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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At The Balcony

from here
i see the blue sea and the old bamboo raft floating in the water

over there is a mountain of stone
with patches of green resistant grass

the coconut trees are tall and thin
and the wooden boats are docked

the men are drinking their tequilas
away from their masters and the owners of their fates

the women are doing their laundry on the river
and the children are splashing in the shallow water

some dogs waggle their tails afraid of the water
i am alone here with a camera on hand

my cell phone is turned off
i am out of reach, i am not lost, i am trying to find a way

back into my heart
feeling what my soul wants to say

i feast on the view that this balcony is giving me
i savor what God is giving freely.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Window Into The Past

A Window into the Past.

Visiting time over, mother was ill in hospital she had been so tired lately.
Nearby a small stream, an empty box of matches was my raft, rudderless
it rushed down rapids and disappeared under ground, under the town
and I wondered if it reached the docks. I had bought mother a chocolate,
in the same shop that sold oranges and but they were too expensive,
but ate most of the chocolate while listening to her instructions, to peel
spuds, buy milk and yesterday loaf (half the price) , open a tin of sardines.
But first I had to go down to the docks see what ships were in and also try
to find my raft. When I came home mother stood smoking in the kitchen,
she had peeled the spuds. They had let her out only so she could pack her
suitcase; she had to go up the mountains, where the air was pure, and be
cured… and I knew why I hadn’t found my raft.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Adventure on a Raft

The following adventure happened in the experience of an
Ingersoll man.

' Truth is strange, stranger than fiction.'

A man rafting down the river,
Time he will remember ever,
He shouted, ' Pole, the raft to land,
Or we'll be wrecked upon the strand.'
But captain gave him a reply
That all danger he would defy ;
But, in another moment more
Part was wrecked upon the shore
Of a Nova Scotian bay ;
The other half was borne away.
Enough to make a person shiver,
Man was drifted out of river,
All alone on the broken raft,
Driven where e'er the wind did waft ;
Right out on the open sea,
Where the storm did blow so free.
No shelter from the wind or wave,
He thought the gulf would be his grave.

He had no food, life to sustain,
He laid him down, there to remain.
What happened he did know no more,
But old man on Prince Edwards shore,
While gazing through his good spy glass,
' What do I see?' he cried, ' Alas !
Some poor man, and I fear he's dead,
Drifting to my humble shed.'
The body acted like a sail,
And wafted raft before the gale;
He called on men to man a boat,
And quickly crew had it afloat,
And in haste full soon they bore
His lifeless body to the shore.
But old man did them then desire
To place body near the fire,
And wrap it up in blankets warm-
Which did act like to a charm-
soon the breath it did return.
With gratitude his heart did burn,
To think he was again restored
Unto his friends, whom he adored;
But worse misfortunes him befell,
Yet he bears up 'neath troubles well.

poem by James McIntyre
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For Michael Hicky

I heard the screams
Of what was told

The screams
Of a man
Who should
Have been free

They chained him
They beat him
But they
Could never defeat him

As he stands alone
On a rooftop of hope
His mother pleads
Please set my son free

Three months long
On a roof with no sun
Just the wind
And the snow

His mind and body broken
But a soul so strong

Years of his life taken
All from
When he was seventeen
How could
Any man go on

I heard the screams
Of what was told

The screams
Of a man
Who was set free

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Lost At Sea For A Fortnight

Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Thursday, May 13,2010 @7: 10 PM

Lost at sea for a fortnight

No shade from the sunlight

Can’t sleep not even a wink

So much water and not a dropp to drink

Sharks invested waters all around

Waves and the wind make the only sound

No land as for as I can see

No ships passing to liberate me

Fishes beneath abound

Not a fishing pole can be found

To deep to catch and eat

So I suffer in the blazing heat

How I miss the dirt beneath my feet

What I would give for mangoes sweet

Wishing once again lay in a bed

Wanting a dawn pillow under my head

Try I must to stay upbeat

This peril I must defeat

Life’s journey not yet complete

My maker not ready I to meet

I shall remain brave

Any day now my life someone will be save

I am not ready for the grave

Still many paths I have to pave

In stillness I Lay

Nothing to help pass the day

Sustenance my body craves

My mind floats away on the waves

My lips thirst

Clouds disbursed

Sinking headfirst

With the lord I conversed

No rain in sight

No radiance to break the night

I gaze at the starlight

Never did I give up the fight

I longed for a decent shower

Just before my darkest hour

Sharks were ready to devour

Never did I cower

Notice I in a distance

Something appears in the clearance

Peering I at a brilliance

A sound faint breaks the silence

Floated I did on a raft of bamboo

A ship finally came to my rescue

Now I stand on solid ground

Exotic Foods now surround

Path I took up a slippery slope

I once walked on a tightrope

I found the courage to cope

Never ever did I give up hope

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Women & Men

When the ship runs out of ocean
And the vessel runs aground
Land's where we know the boat is found
Now there's nothing unexpected
About the water giving out
"land's" not a word we have to shout.
But there's something beside the shoreline
Moving across the beachhead
Coming up from the shipwreck
Making as if to say:
Women & men
Women & men
Women & men
Women & men
(women & men) bringing with them messages of love
And every where they go love will grow (love will grow)
(women & men) when you see the faces of the women
And the men, you too will know (you will know)
Women & men have crossed the ocean
They now begin to pour
Out from the boat and up the shore
Two by two they enter the jungle
And soon they number more
Three by three as well as four by four
Soon the stream of people gets wider
Then it becomes a river
River becomes an ocean
Carrying ships that bear
Women & men
Women & men
Women & men
Women & men

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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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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Texas Radio & The Big Beat

I wanna tell you about texas radio and the big beat
Comes out of the virginia swamps
Cool and slow with a back beat
Narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Others, mean and ruthful of the western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
Weve constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the pharaoh died
Children
The river contains specimens
The voices of singing women
Call us on the far shore
And they are saying
Forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure
Meager food for souls forgot
I tell you this;
No eternal reward will
Forgive us now for
Wasting the dawn
One morning you awoke
And the strange sun
And opening your door...

song performed by by Doors
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When Terra Firma Earthquake Volcano Tsunami Erupts

Earth terra firma safe solid earth under your feet
the Latin phrase terra earth, firma solid, reminds
dry land mass are all safe solid earth beneath feet

continents islands are solid land mass on earth’s surface
but land is not immovable affixed to one solid spot land
is a mobile surface divided into moving tectonic plates

plate boundaries mobile move at relative rates as plates
move against each other enormous pressure builds
up must be released through earth movement the result

natural hazard events earthquake volcano tsunami erupt

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sea Life Remembered

Tropical night with extras added on like moon and stars.
I stood by the railing dreaming as the ship tilled its way
towards Jamaica, jet black sea but the transient furrow
the ship made was white; the ocean sang a sweet dirge,
and before I knew it I nearly fell overboard.

Stepped back, would anyone have heard my screams as
I swam amongst sharks and saw the ship´s lanterns fade
like dying stars? I reflected on my life wasn´t it time to
stop this infinite voyage between ports I had seen before,
harbours, which had nothing new to offer a jaded sailor?

Sat in my cabin, porthole open, I heard the mesmerizing
dirge; closed the porthole, cruelly hot the air fan giving
a sad attempt of cooling, the ship had no air conditioning.
This has to end, before I become a hollow eyed seafarer
lost on a misty island in the Saragossa Sea.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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End Or Beginning

In the path of life
where i stood alone amidst the cold waves
where wind dragged me back to time
a endless journey of life

I set my foot to find someone
across the lonely lanes of roads i crossed
in the dusky path of the dream
I searched for her ,

i fell deafeted
exhausted and dying
nothing came out of heart, but a scream
a scream of defeat and demise

ticks of clocks
from a far of land i heard
like it was fading away from me
confused i stood
was that me, or the land going far from me

silenced followed
what i heard was only the music of wind
the beat of my heart
the beat of my interment

the world turned hazzy
my eyes were heavy
cold and sleepy

a voice within
a voice spoke me
you are travelling
and i fell asleep

i woke up
the journey ended
i saw the light
after a dark voyage

the hope of life
a new life to live
new world to see
a new voyage to begin

i lied beside
soaking wramth from her
cuddled in love
whom i would call mother

my journey ended
a life began
still i was in confusion
the journey i made
a end or a creation...

poem by Aditya Agarwal
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Suffering

I heard about your happiness
And all the plans that youre involved in
Since youre gone youd be impressed
To know i, too, have been evolving
But I dont think you comprehend
Ive been suffering
Yeah, Ive been suffering
Guess Ill be suffering up around the bend
This love is a cancer in me
I can feel it advancing in me
This fire it is my light in the world
Well, I found me a new friend
Ive been suffering
Yeah, Ive been suffering
Guess Ill be suffering up around the bend
I hung around in a leather bar
They threw me on the cement
Slept all night in my plastic car
Got in an accident
I brushed by you in the supermart
And I had me a touch of whats real
It was real when you crushed me with your steel
Black clouds roll through my mind
Who says anyway these halls are sovereign?
I am a hater of the human kind
So keep away, this hearts not softening
No, I dont think that its the end of this suffering
Yeah, Ive been suffering
Ive been suffering
Ive been suffering
And Ill be suffering up around the bend

song performed by by Frank Black
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Mother India

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are the paradise on earth
Where things are not in any dearth.