The Clairvoyant
The Clairvoyant
Over a cold Nordic coast a seagull flies and sees
the bay between the island and the coastal town.
40 minutes each way by ferry. It’s an old gull and
has a blind eye and one leg; yes, you are right,
a real pirate I used to know years ago, it knew me
too when I was a cook on that a ferry boat, sat on
the mast and waited for me to throw scraps of
food into the sea shrieking harshly, it is the gulls
way of wishing me well.
This year has no ice in the bay, there was a time
when the ferry was icebound islander folk had to
walk on ice across to get to the shops, they still
do [there is a bridge now,) ferry been sold and
is plying its trade on the delta of Bangladesh.
The day is clear I’m a seagull and can see the past
lucid as the day it is lucky that I can’t see the future,
but there is a name that warms my heart: Falluja.
The down trodden, the raped, took up arms and
fought the mightiest army the world has seen and
won a moral victory that one day will bring peace,
to Iraq. I’m not a seer, but the old pirate is, flies
beside me now and harshly shrieks, it is the way we
seagulls greet each other.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Horse and Cart Ferry
It was old Jerry Brown,
Who’d an office in town,
And he used to get jocular, very;
And he’d go to the Shore
When they’d serve him no more,
And, of course, by the passenger ferry,
A sight on the passenger ferry.
Now this is a song of the ferry,
And a lay of the juice of the berry;
’Tis the ballad of Brown,
Who’d a business in town,
And commenced to go down
Very slow,
Don’t you know?
By coming home just a bit merry.
By the Drunks’ Boat—that’s right—
On a Saturday night
He would often be past being merry;
With his back teeth afloat,
On the twelve o’clock boat,
And a spectacle there on the ferry
(A picture to all on the ferry).
In the mornings, ashamed—
’Twas the last drink he blamed,
Though the first was the matter with Jerry,
With his nerve out of joint,
He’d sneak down to Blue’s Point,
And he’d cross by the horse-and-cart ferry,
Like a thief—by the horse-and-cart ferry.
But long before night
He’d most likely be tight,
And a subject and theme for George Perry;
And he’d cross to the Shore,
Somewhat worse than before,
And a nuisance to all on the ferry;
Singing-drunk on the passenger ferry.
And so it went on
Till his reason seemed gone,
And the Law, so it seemed, got a derry
On Brown. He went down,
And they sent him to town
One day, by “the trap,” on the ferry—
The Government trap on the ferry.
He was sober and sane
When he came back again,
And the past he’d determined to bury—
Or, I mean, live it down—
And he crossed from the town
Like a man, on the passenger ferry.
(There were sceptical souls on that ferry.)
They say ’twas the jaw
Of his mother-in-law
Drove him back to the juice of the berry;
But he soon got afloat
On the passenger boat
Or adrift on the horse-and-cart ferry
(Wrongly called the ve-hic-ular ferry).
The drink had him fast,
And he drank till at last
He dried up—a withered old cherry;
And they thought him no loss
When they sent him across
In a box, on the cart-and-horse ferry—
In a low, covered trap on the ferry.
Which I rise to explain—
If the moral ain’t plain,
And if you’re a cove that gets merry—
Always stick, when “afloat,”
To the passenger boat;
Or else to the cart-and-horse ferry,
Or you’ll make matters worse, like old Jerry.
But this is the song of the ferry,
And the lay of the juice of the berry;
And you will not deny—
If you read by-and-bye—
That the casual eye
Of the Tight
At first sight
Misses much in the song of the ferry.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Dali
High, in Castille,
Lives senora Dali alone.
And higher still
She keeps her gallery.
Distance means nothing to me.
A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo,
A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...
Debris everywhere,
Gazing. It's amazing.
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over
The music, Dali.
Deeper here lies hidden answers and treasures for him.
"Oh, I prefer absence," said she,
"My heart grows fonder alone."
A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo,
A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...
Debris everywhere,
Gazing. It's amazing.
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over
The music, Dali.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Ferry Me Across The Water
‘Ferry me across the water,
Do, boatman, do.’
‘If you've a penny in your purse
I'll ferry you.’
‘I have a penny in my purse,
And my eyes are blue;
So ferry me across the water,
Do, boatman, do.’
‘Step into my ferry-boat,
Be they black or blue,
And for the penny in your purse
I'll ferry you.’
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Island Of Love (Love Ballad) :
The ferry crossed the water.
The ferry crossed the sea.
The ferry crossed to the island.
To the island, the island of love.
On the island of love.
There are songbirds above.
On the island of love.
They sing their song.
They sing a song that songbirds sing.
On the island, the island of love.
The ferry crossed the water.
The ferry crossed the sea.
The ferry crossed to the island.
To the island, the island of love.
On the island of love.
There are lovers ashore.
On the island of love.
There's love at your door.
There's love on the shore.
There are songbirds above.
On the island, the island of love.
So much love in the air.
So much love everywhere.
Love might knock at your door.
You might come ashore.
To the island, the island of love.
You might stay on the island of love..
Love Ballad By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1984,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Ticket On A Ferry Ride
By jeff barry and bobby bloom
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I wonder if she knows
That I dont really want to go, oh no
I still love her so.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I never though the day
Would come when I would say good bye this way
Wanted so to stay.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I still love her so.
Dont really wanna go.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I wonder if she knows
That I dont really have to go, oh no
I still love her so.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride, ah.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride (repeat).
song performed by by Monkees
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Honey moon Forever
The bell had rang, the bride in cloud nine
Heaven's gate a jar, the bride groom in cloud nine
Sweet is a heart that yearned, a heart that conquered
Life of bliss, the love of sweet heart conquered
Celebration jewel in worth of sunsets wait
Honeymoon a far, an island in Indian ocean all for wait
The bride's eyes sparkled, a step in ferry
Bridegroom in delight sighed, with a step in ferry
Swallows flew and waves called the ferry pulled
In hurricane, ferry with lovers in bottom sea pulled
Breaking news, everybody on board had flown to sky forever
Tears filled cheeks, lovers in honey moon forever.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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The bridge over the river deep
Far away smoke rises from a cigar
And old ferryman waits from dawn to dusk.
But nobody peeps and they use the new bridge secretly.
Once in a blue Moon a poor soul comes to join the ferry
But he crossed only once and never seen him again.
One day he dreamed the old customers in a hurry
And the bridge has collapsed.
But he could not wake up and the ferry drifted away.
*On this mysterious pilgrimage in between the sky and earth, cries and wails of poor pilgrims.But the sky is far away....................................!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Fast Ferry
the fast ferry
runs on a very calm sea
like a pen
writing on a very
clear paper
leaving
a trail of some
words, thoughts
about loved ones
who perished
one night
the same calm sea
swallowed
a very big boat
and having
satisfied itself
to the full
like a boa
on bulging stomach
it rests
and closes its eyes
and sleeps
beside the fast
ferry
where i ride
are dolphins
accompanying
this
silent
merrymaking
of the mind
the eyes
look at them
still puzzled
quizzical
the heart
is still unaccepting
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cripple Creek Ferry
Hey, hey cripple creek ferry
Butting through the overhanging trees
Make way for the cripple creek ferry
The waters going down its a mighty tight squeeze.
All alone the captain stands
Hasnt heard from his deck hands.
The gambler tips his hat and walks towards the door.
Its the second half of the cruise.
And you know he hates to lose.
Hey, hey cripple creek ferry
Butting through the overhanging trees
Make way for the cripple creek ferry
The waters going down its a mighty tight squeeze.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Cat Not Bad
A bad man
made a boat
boat to ferry
ferry for village
witty cat madly want to travel
badly not fit for travel
travel only for man
village kids love the cat
cat travel with kids
hide with a school going kid
on the school bag
hidden cat want to a fun
funny way it ate the snakes...
warn your kids not to play with a cat
or touch the tail
or eat the fruit when not for you...
Ferry Across The Mersey
Life goes on day after day after day after day.
Hearts torn in every way,
So ferry cross the Mersey, Cos this lands the place I love and here I'll stay,
And here I'll stay.
People they rush every where, Each with their own secret care,
So ferry cross the Mersey, Cos this lands the place I love and here I'll stay,
And here I'll stay
People around every corner, they seem to smile and say, they'll tell you!
We don't care what you name is boy, We'll never send you away,
Send you away, Send you away, Send you away
So I'll continue to say here's where I always must stay,
So ferry cross the Mersey, Cos this lands the place I love,
Ferry cross the Mersey, Cos this lands the place I love and here I'll stay.
and here I'll Stay, stay, stay,
Ferry cross the Mersey, Cos this lands the place I love.
Ferry cross the Mersey, Cos this lands the place I love.
Ferry cross the Mersey, Cos this lands the place I love.
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Let my breath flow to your sick-bed
I am ready to give my breath to my sick friend who was in the hospital.
New ferry is far away,
And already I missed my ferry.
If I can disguise as a beautiful nurse
And enter your ward at midnight.
When I give you a big kiss
Definitely you will wake up and shout 'Tina'.
Then I will say 'sorry Denis it's me'.
A male nurse wants to see your health.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Recuerdo
We were very tired, we were very merry --
We had gone back and forth all night upon the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable --
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on the hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.
We were very tired, we were very merry --
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.
We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and the pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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San Ferry Anne
San ferry anne
(paul mccartney)
Youve got a lot,
And from what youve got,
Id say oure doing well, dear.
Dressed like a dream,
And if things are what they seem,
Youre looking swell, dear.
Your little man
Brings you trinkets when he can,
But he cant stay, sear.
Thats very well,
But inside your shiny shell,
You dance all day, dear.
So go, begay,
Let your feelings leap away
Into the laughter.
San ferry anne,
And the world keeps turning happy ever after.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Corporal Schnapps
Mine heart ish proken into little pits,
I tells you, friend, what for;
Mine schweetheart, von coot patriotic kirl,
She trives me off mit der war.
I fights for her der pattles of te flag --
I schtrikes so prave as I can;
Put now long time she nix remempers me,
And coes mit another man.
Ah! mine fraulein! You ish so ferry unkind!
You coes mit Hans to Zhermany to live,
And leaves poor Schnapps pehind,
Leaves poor Schnapps pehind.
I march all tay, no matter if der schtorm
Pe worse ash Moses' flood;
I lays all night, mine head upon a schtump,
And "sinks to sleep" in der mud.
Der nightmare comes -- I catch him ferry pad --
I treams I schleeps mit der Ghost;
I wakes next morning frusen in der cround,
So schtiff as von schtone post.
They kives me hart-pread, tougher as a rock --
It almost preaks mine shaw;
I schplite him sometimes mit an iron wedge,
And cuts him up mit a saw.
They kives me peef, as ferry, ferry salt,
Like Sodom's wife, you know;
I surely dinks they put him in der prine
Von hundred years aco.
Py'n py we take von city in der South --
We schtays there von whole year;
I kite me sourcrout much as I can eat,
And plenty loqcar pier.
I meets von lady repel in der street,
So handsome offer I see;
I makes to her von ferry callant pow --
Put ah! she schpits on me.
"Hard times!" you say, "what for you volunteer!"
I todt you friend, what for;
Mine schweetheart, von coot patriotic kirl,
She trove me off mit der war.
Alas! alas! mine pretty little von
Will schmile no more on me;
Put schtill I fights der pattle of te flag
To set mine countries free.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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The Tearful Tale Of Captain Dan
A sinner was old Captain Dan;
His wives guv him no rest:
He had one wife to East Skiddaw
And one to Skiddaw West.
Now Ann Eliza was the name
Of her at East Skiddaw;
She was the most cantankerous
Female you ever saw.
I don’t know but one crosser-grained,
And of this Captain Dan
She was the wife at Skiddaw West—
She was Eliza Ann.
Well, this old skeesicks, Captain Dan,
He owned a ferryboat;
From East Skiddaw to Skiddaw West
That vessel used to float.
She was as trim a ferry-craft
As ever I did see,
And on each end a p’inted bow
And pilothouse had she.
She had two bows that way, so when
She went acrost the sound
She could, to oncet, run back ag’in
Without a-turnin’ round.
Now Captain Dan he sailed that boat
For nigh on twenty year
Acrost that sound and back ag’in,
Like I have stated here.
And never oncet in all them years
Had Ann Eliza guessed
That Dan he had another wife
So nigh as Skiddaw West.
Likewise, Eliza Ann was blind,
Howas she never saw
As Dan he had another wife
Acrost to East Skiddaw.
The way he fooled them female wives
Was by a simple plan
That come into the artful brain
Of that there Captain Dan.
With paint upon that ferry-craft,
In letters plain to see,
Upon the bow— to wit, both ends—
Her name he painted she.
Upon the bow toward East Skiddaw
This sinful Captain Dan
He painted just one single word—
The same which it was 'Ann';
And on the bow toward Skiddaw West
He likewise put one name,
And not no more; and I will state
'Eliza' was that same.
Thus, when she berthed to Skiddaw West
Eliza Ann could see
How Dan for love and gratitood
Had named her after she;
And likewise when to East Skiddaw
That boat bow-foremost came,
His Ann Eliza plain could see
The vessel bore her name.
Thuswise for nigh on twenty year,
As I remarked before
Dan cumfuscated them two wives
And sailed from shore to shore.
I reckon he might, to this day,
Have kept his sinful ways
And fooled them trustin’ female wives,
Except there come a haze:
It was a thick November haze
Accompanied by frost,
And Dan, in steerin’ ‘crost the sound,
He got his bearin’s lost.
So Dan he cast his anchor out,
And anchored on the sound;
And when the haze riz some next day,
His boat had swung clean round.
So, not bethinkin’ how it was,
Dan steered for Skiddaw West;
For he had sot up all that night,
And shorely needed rest.
Well, when into his ferry-slip
His ferry-craft he ran,
Upon the shore he seen his wife:
To wit, Eliza Ann.
Says he, 'I’ll tie this vessel up
And rest about a week;
I need a rest,' and ‘t was just then
He heard an awful shriek.
'O Villyun!' shrieked Eliza Ann.
'Oh! What—what do I see?
You don’t not love me any more!
You’ve done deserted me!'
She pointed to that ferry-craft
With one wild, vicious stare.
Dan looked and seen the telltale name
Of 'Ann' a-painted there!
What could he do? He done his best!
'Lost! Lost! Alas!' he cried;
And, kicking off his rubber boots,
Jumped overboard—and died!
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Crickety-Crack, the boat went!
My prayer goes to those who lost their loved ones,
With my face in my palm
The sea angry, far from being calm
Crickety-Crack, Crickety-Crack,
The boat went
And in that moment
I was very scared
Crickety-Crack, Crickety-Crack,
The boat went
And in that moment
I feared for our lives
All that was on my mind was
How we were going to survive
Unlike the doomed Egyptian ferry
Nothing happened, though I was very weary
And far from being merry
I could feel the power of its engine
If this boat went down
No one would win
No one would know where to begin
Everything on the ferry was shaking
People were just sitting and faking
Or perhaps I was mistaking
Because of the looks of unconcerned faces
If there were scared
There were no significant traces
Crickety-Crack, Crickety-Crack,
The boat went
And in that moment
I became very nervous
With the complete knowledge
The sea is such a powerful force
A reassuring hand
Made me understand
What is to be, will be
I suddenly realised the Sea
Is far more superior to the Land
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Old as is the boat it may cross the ferry once.
Both the fast and the slow will meet each other on the ferry boat.
The Staten Island Ferry remains a potential terrorist target.
quote by Vito Fossella
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