Barco Blanco
BARCO blanco
is arriving in Pulawan Port today.
My brother from Yugoslavia
a seaman by profession
is inside it.
He asks me to fetch him.
But i won't.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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El Blanco
Uptown - downtown
No se enredan - soy el blanco
Black, white - day, night
No se enredan - soy el blanco
Se dijo que loco estoy
Vagando por este barrio
Mire que tenga cuidado
Pero para que sirve
Se que nadie soy
Pero por donde ande
Me pudieram sonreir
Dar la mano y matarme
Uptown - downtown
No se enredan - soy el blanco
Black, white - day, night
No se enredan - soy el blanco
Se dijo que loco estoy
Viviendo en loca ciudad
Le digo que son vagos
O se nada, o se unde
Yo se lo, que hago,
Feliz dia tras dia
Pero pasa algo
Y un cobarde soy
Uptown - downtown
No se enredan - soy el blanco
Black, white - day, night
No se enredan - soy el blanco
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Sestina Ahoy!
When I was a high school student
sentenced to two years durance vile
at Saint Ignatius
the author I read most at the time
aside from the assigned reading
was an Anglo-Polish seaman
One tends to adopt the viewpoint
of a more seasoned voice
in a profession much admired
He was born Teodor Josef Konrad
Korzeniowski, son of a nobleman,
Joseph Conrad is noted
for his deep moral consciousness
and his narrative technique -
a writer and a merchant seaman
I thought to emulate him!
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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My Brother
my brother is a seaman
he sends a message today
through his
cell phone
that he is passing by
New York & hat
possibly he shall
for the first time
meet his illegitimate son
and possibly
Delia.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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5 a.m. Port of Pulawan
the port of pulawan
is insomniac,
it is the meaning of its name,
it does not sleep,
people here, even the children have
deep sunken eyes
like an old deep
well,
when you call a name,
it echoes deep down there and it comes back
to you after
a while, telling you
'there is no water here! '
when you arrive here,
you call a name, and it is the same answer,
like what their eyes
are saying,
in fact, shouting,
you hear it well,
a friend of yours with long hair
disembarked immediately
the sound of arrival faded with the smoke of the
ship,
he is met by your student who flunked the bar this year,
the first time that you notice
that this guy is limping,
she carried a bag full of clothes,
dirty ones from the hospital
her mother has cancer of the lymph nodes
and at terminal stage
she has her only daughter
who drops her samsung tablet on the floor of the boat
nothing is broken,
they invite you for a ride in their old
black car,
you shake your head, you want to wait
somebody is coming,
the one you doubt you love says that she is coming to fetch you.
you want to go back to your way.
The sun shines. The sea is very calm.
The children are now wearing their deep sunken eyes.
Deep dry wells,
running out of water.
Pretty much like
you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On the mountain top at a seaside?
I saw the ship near the rocks
Her anchor drops
And on the mast
A segull rests!
It's getting darker the sky
And the lights flickering
On board the Vessel.
A Watch-keeper walks on the deck
And a Seaman sits on a bollard
With a fishing rod.
I shouted; 'Have you got a spare cabin
For an old bard and I could have work voluntarily Captain
If it's possible? '
I threw my tattered Seaman's Book
Which was not endorsed since a long time.
O the painful early morning my dream-ship already sailed
To her destined port and I grabbed my old book with a lament!
*[My deceased poor Mom always says; 'The joy of being an old is nothing but sadness.']
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I went to fetch water from the lake
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
Kneading my firm breasts, he lusted for the nectar of my lips, O mother!
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
'How did you hurt your lips' my mother-in-law suspiciously asks.
'It was my girl friend's nail as she was helping me with the pots'
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
I had gone in a great hurry but my love held me back,
It is excellent to attain Narsaiyya's Lord,
For he made me like himself, O mother!
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
poem by Narsinh Mehta
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Why Me?
When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
Naïveté asks, why me?
When wishes are whacked
And dreams are dashed
Naïveté asks, why me?
When fantasies are fettered
And blessings are battered
Naïveté asks, why me?
When desires are demolished
And ambitions are admonished
Naïveté asks, why me?
When temptations are traumatized
And passions are pulverized
Naïveté asks, why me?
Strangely,
Naïveté with influence
And naïveté with affluence
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with name
And naïveté with fame
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with health
And naïveté with wealth
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with fiefdom
And naïveté with wisdom
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with beauty
And naïveté with booty
Never asks, why me?
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Vivir Lo Nuestro
[Marc:]
En un llano tan inmenso
tan inmenso como el cielo
voy a podar un jardin
para que duerma tu cuerpo
en un mar espeso y ancho
mas ancho que el universo
voy a construir un barco
para que nade en el sueno
[India:]
En un universo negro
como el ebano mas puro
voy a construir de blanco
nuestro amor para el futuro
en una noche cerrado
voy a detener el tiempo
para sonar a tu lado
que nuestro amor es eterno
[Both:]
Y volar
song performed by by Marc Anthony from Desde Un Principio / From The Beginning
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The Deck
She stands on the deck hear,
To watch all the landslides,
She's waiting for myrtle,
Can't wait 'til she drives by,
She's focused on football,
Making her plants grow,
You'd think he'd have noticed,
Become what she needs,
Not today, not today,
She says go away,
Go away, go away,
She says keep it all inside,
Not today, not today,
She says go away,
Go away, go away,
She says keep it all inside,
I'll marry a nice man,
And move out to Northport,
And sell my camero,
To live in a white house,
And have my two corbies,
And make up some cut lips,
I'll live in a white house,
I am Susie Brown,
Not today, not today,
She says go away,
Go away, go away,
She says keep it all inside,
Not today, not today,
She says go away,
Go away, go away,
She says keep it all inside,
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo,
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo,
Now I'm not a DJ,
I play one in real life,
You've heard all my records,
The hits cut like steak knives,
Roll out the red carpet,
Like leaves through the winter,
Now I'm not a DJ,
I'd sure like to be,
Not today, not today,
She says go away,
Go away, go away,
She says keep it all inside,
Not today, not today,
She says go away,
Go away, go away,
She says keep it all inside,
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo,
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo,
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo,
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo.
song performed by by Wheatus
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Y.... Differences
So many differences between one another
I love my Muslim brother
I love my Christian brother
I love my Hindu brother
I love my Bhuddist brother
I love my Jewish brother
I love all my sisters too
Somewhere deep inside
I believe that God loves all of us too
Let us celebrate our differences
Let us learn all from one another
Let us celebrate our similarities still more
I love my black brother
I love my white brother
I love my yellow brother
I love my red brother
I love my brown brother
I love all my sisters too
Somewhere deep inside
I strongly believe
That God loves all of us too
Let us celebrate our differences
Let us all learn from one another
Let us celebrate our similarities still more
I love my liberal brother
I love my socialist brother
I love my central democratic brother
I love my right winged brother
I love my left winged brother
I love my communist brother
I love all my sisters too
Somewhere deep inside
I strongly believe
that God loves all of us too
Let us celebrate our differences
Let us all learn from one another
Let us celebrate more still our similarities
I love my rich brother
I love my poor brother
I love my obese brother
I love my hungry brother
I love my middle class brother
I love all my sisters too
Somewhere deep inside
I strongly believe
God loves all of us too
Let us celebrate our differences
Let us learn all from one another
Let us celebrate still more our similarities
Can you imagine a world
Where all of us would be the same?
We need the differences
The key is humility, humbleness
Let us celebrate our differences
Let us learn all form one another
Let us celebrate still more our similarities
poem by Aufie Zophy
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You Changed
you changed
i know i see it clearly
you begin to like this room
surrounded by curtains, white curtains
you light a candle
and then you close your eyes
you travel inside the labyrinths
of your thoughts
you will be lost for a time
deep, deep into the sea of your being
gently you sail
arriving to the port of your heart
you changed
you are better now
you have known the haze
you have touched the opaque covering of the self
welcome we have been waiting for you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Come Brother
Come Brother,
Shall we sheathe our swords
And play this game of many words
With this lineage of wise men
Who have sown the seed of discord
That fetters us now with many cords?
Come Brother,
Shall the land then have peace and prosper
When our Brother we have slain?
Shall guns salute us as heroes
When our proud standard billows,
Or history call us Cain?
(Port Harcourt)
poem by William Eke
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The first light of day today revealed what we had feared. The devastation is greater than our worst fears. It's just totally overwhelming.
quote by Kathleen Blanco
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Brother To Brother Hymn
Brother to brother
I know that I can always coun on you
Because you are my brther
And I am your brother also
Brother to brother
Your life is different than mine
You live in Brazil
I live in Canad a country that is more advanced in technology
Brother to brother
I will pray for you
Eventhough you don't believe in God
Brother to brother I will email you more frequently
Brother to brother I will sing you a song
Brother to brother I hope the saints will go to Sao paulo and watch you While you are sleeping
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Inheritors - So Low B-side
Brother dont lose that fire-stick no way
The night is coming thin
Might tire to light that stick
Brother dont lose that stick no way
Dont lose that heating fork no way
Dark (? ? ? )s coming down
Need someone to eat off the ground
Need something to eat (? ? ? ) today
Brother dont lose your bares no way
Dont know which side were on
Blue then its green then its brown
Mines hard and its red and its coming my way
We all be together
And we all turn the same land
And if the man cant be the child
Then the devil will take the man
Get you behind me quick
Hey brother dont lose that stick
Need something to light my way today
Brother dont start no slowing down today
Come here with your big ideas
Shooting inbetween your ears
Come here with your big ideas today
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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It's extremely difficult to get these jobs because you can't get a job on a ship unless you have seaman's paper's, and you can't get seaman's papers unless you have a job on a ship. There had to be a way to break through the circle, and he was the one who arranged it for me.
quote by Paul Auster
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my brother is looking for his son in New York
surprising indeed
for my brother to look for his son
now bearing a different family name
after 18 years of neglect
when the boy already found
his own home
he wants to file a suit
and he asks me what to do
and i told him
your son is not your son
anymore
and you were never a father
in the first place
so what the heck, brother?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Scissors-Grinder's Song
Fetch on your scissors, your slender blade--
To make them brilliant and sharp's my trade;
To every door-step my grindstone comes,
And on and ever it strolls and hums.
I and my grindstone, we wander by,
And no one asks me from whence come I;
How poor I am, no one cares to know,
None care to hear of my spirit's woe.
I'm ground by sorrow both day and night,
And yet I never am polished bright;
I'm ground by hunger, and though it pales
The face, to sharpen the wit it fails.
I'm ground by grief, but the work is ill,
For notched and rusty my heart is, still.
The wheel is whirling, the stone has grit--
Fetch on your steel--shall I sharpen it?
poem by Carmen Sylva
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And it is because a series of elements in Spanish life which operate today the same way as they did in the times of Blanco White made obvious my relationship with him, based on a similarity in Spain's condition.
quote by Juan Goytisolo
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Brother...
More than the blood of my blood. He is my friend,
my rock...my brother.
Brother, in times of need, never judging, always there.
My Brother, could, would, always make things right.
Brother, never made much ado, about the task at
hand...he just did it.
Brother, who lifted me, when I was down.
Brother, who brought the laughter, amid the pain.
Brother, the word he never spoke...was 'no'.
Brother, who had the answers, to my questions.
Brother, who by example, did walk the path of right.
Brother, in all my years...in all my life, never have
I met another...like my loving brother.