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Movement Is In Cycle

We might have come from different ships
But we are now in the same boat, no doubt.
We should have come from different boats
Before we landed in the same ship there.
Merging and parting are the rule of life.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mercy

I got so much to say but I'm afraid it'll come out wrong, I'm not
akin to the Eighties thing where you look after number one.
But I won't rock the boat, 'cause I'm scared what might happen. I
won't rock the boat, 'cause I'm one of the millions, who never seem to
do anything. (He never seems to do anything.) I never seem to do
anything. (He never seems to do anything.)
And everytime I get the urge to strike out on my own, insecurity
wraps me up, it's cold outside the fold.
So I won't rock the boat, 'cause I'm scared what might happen. I
won't rock the boat, 'cause I'm the man who merely threatens, who's
always saying what he's gonna do. (He's always saying what he's gonna
do.) I'm always saying what I'm gonna do. (He's always saying what
he's gonna do.)
I'm running steady, oh so steady, so safe and sound I could drown.
I've had my fill of living in my cosy armchair land, but all my
schemes come to a humiliating end.
So I won't rock the boat, 'cause I'm scared what might happen. I
won't rock the boat, 'cause I'm one of the millions, who's always
saying what he's gonna do. (He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
I'm always saying what I'm gonna do. (He's always saying what he's
gonna do.)
No I won't rock no boats. (He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
Kiss goodbye to my hopes. (He's always saying what he's gonna do.) I
won't rock no boats. (He's always saying what he's gonna do.) Life
is easy when you're being kept afloat. I won't rock no boats

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Mr. Universe

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Let There Be Hope

Boats afloat,
across an ocean moat
Sailing away,
a tyrants torment
With joyous rapture,
T'ward a life content.
rickety, leaking boat
Let there be hope.

Boats of hope,
human tragedy afloat
Sailing away,
a homelands fear
On terrorful waves
Closer now, sanctuary near.
listing, ailing boat,
Let there be hope.

Boats without hope,
Human misery, afloat
Sailing away,
from a life content
With sorrow filled hearts.
recapitulated, now their torment.
Scuttled, sinking boat,
let there be hope.

Boats nae float,
beneath an ocean moat
Sailing away,
a savior of deception
An islands hopeless souls
shattered dreams of redemption.
Fractured, sunken boat
let there be hope.

Stop the boats afloat,
across an ocean moat
Sailing t'ward,
asylum signed veracious
People who pride, 'fair go '
ah, but leaders are mendacious.
Rickety, Leaking Shattered Boat
please, let there be hope.

poem by Phil Charters
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The Good Ship Capitilism

The cry's of the poor rise up from the sea of oppression
And still the waves grow higher
The ship sails relentlessly on into the golden horizon
And now the sea is on fire

Wont you turn the ship around they cry
And the sharks draw near
This ship's to big to turn around
And the golden horizon would surely disappear

Ah, how great its been since we threw those
people overboard
So much more for you and I, and yours and mine
So much more for us to hoard

It was all ours anyway, those people
did nothing for what they had
Oh look, the sharks are starting to devour
Ah well thats just to bad

They should have learned to swim faster and stronger,
who do they think they were anyway
living here amongst us for nothing
without even as much as paying there way

Everything we have on this boat is ours
we didn't go to all that trouble just to give it away
Those who are left, if they work even harder
Its just possible we might let them stay

It has been reported to us that we
don't have as much as we might
What! post a lookout immediately
and see if those overboard are still in sight

Captain, they've been sighted
but are caught in a storm
Yes yes yes never mind all that, man the boats
where else are we going to get even more from

Ahoy there you poor and afflicted ones
would you like to come into our boats
Come on, give it all up, don't hold back
yes we will even take your coats

And the ship sailed on and the small boats screamed
Oh my God, don't leave us here in the sea
The afflicted ones will overcome us
And in the sea WE will be

Be quiet, do you think you could stay on this ship
and sail on forever free.
This ship's not about you or yours
This ship's about ME, ME, ME!

Sign on today for the good ship Capitalism
Get your tickets from Romney and Paul Ryan
But if you become sick there'll be no room for you
We throw overboard the sick and the dying

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One Of The Millions

I got so much to say
But Im afraid itll come out wrong.
Im not akin to the eighties thing,
Where you look after number one.
But I wont rock the boat,
cause Im scared what might happen.
I wont rock the boat,
cause Im one of the millions.
Who never seem to do anything.
(he never seems to do anything.)
I never seem to do anything.
(he never seems to do anything.)
And everytime I get the urge,
To strike out on my own,
Insecurity wraps me up,
Its cold outside the fold.
So I wont rock the boat,
cause Im scared what might happen.
I wont rock the boat,
cause Im the man who merely threatens.
Whos always saying what hes gonna do.
(hes always saying what hes gonna do.)
Im always saying what Im gonna do.
(hes always saying what hes gonna do.)
Im running steady,
Oh so steady.
So safe and sound,
I could drown.
Ive had my fill of living,
In my cosy armchair land,
But all my schemes come to a humiliating end.
So I wont rock the boat,
cause Im scared what might happen.
I wont rock the boat,
cause Im one of the millions,
Whos always saying what hes gonna do.
(hes always saying what hes gonna do.)
Im always saying what Im gonna do.
(hes always saying what hes gonna do.)
No I wont rock no boats.
(hes always saying what hes gonna do.)
Kiss goodbye to my hopes.
(hes always saying what hes gonna do.)
I wont rock no boats.
(hes always saying what hes gonna do.)
Life is easy when youre being kept afloat.
I wont rock no boats.

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The ship according to the gospel of Arsenio

A ship in the harbor is safe
But that is not the reason why ships are built
That is not what ships are

They are made to sail
To go not to stay

They are designed
To float

“Safety, security and survival
Are not the goals of our lives”

“Life is an adventure
Not maintenance”

At its end
The ship is always for
Sinking.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Papyrus Boat

Float me upon the source of the Nile
Where the sky meets the water
And let me sing...
'Row, Row, little boat
Gently down the stream
Merely, merely, life is but a dream'
With the beat of the song
take me back to innocence
as pure as a spring water
Return me back to innocence
Where life is a dream
Float me papyrus boat
Gently to the calmest spot
Where the lake sings its nightingale
To the floating boats in the horizon
For the ship has taken me
To a stormy sea
Where the wind howls
Row, row papyrus boat
Gently to the calmest spot
Row...row..row
Life is so..so real
It is not just a dream

poem by Fasika Ayalew
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My Ships

If all the ships I have at sea
Should come a-sailing home to me,
From sunny lands, and lands of cold,
Ah well! the harbor could not hold
So many sails as there would be
If all my ships came in from sea.

If half my ships came home from sea,
And brought their precious freight to me,
Ah, well! I should have wealth as great
As any king who sits in state,
So rich the treasures that would be
In half my ships now at sea.

If just one ship I have at sea
Should come a-sailing home to me,
Ah well! the storm clouds then might frown,
For if the others all went down
Still rich and proud and glad I’d be,
If that one ship came back to me.

If that one ship were down at sea,
And all the others came to me,
Weighed down with gems and wealth untold,
With glory, honor, riches, gold,
The poorest soul on earth I’d be
If that one ship came not to me.

O skies be calm! O winds blow free--
Blow all my ships safe home to me.
But if thou sendest some awrack
To never more come sailing back,
Send any--all that skim the sea--
But bring my love-ship home to me.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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It Comes - Part 2

(It is suggested that the reader reads Part 1 first)

August 1979
Seven fishing boats set sail
into the evening on the South China Sea.
Before the midnight chimed
all seven boats vanished without trace,
no wreckage, debris or survivors were ever found,
it was if the fishing boats had sailed
into oblivion on a calm moonlit sea.

Countries around the world wondered
when the next tragedy would strike
as their navies and fishing fleets sailed the seas.
The seas at night were becoming
more dangerous than normal
especially south of the equator.
Top scientists and marine biologist
gathered for an urgent meeting in Mexico
to see if they could figure out
what was happening to the ships.
Their only clue was the last words
of the survivor of the Sulu Spray.

They discussed patterns to any of the disappearances,
only one seemed prevalent in that all
the ships disappeared at night.
No strange sightings were reported
in the areas during the days or nights
before or after the disappearances.
As the meeting went on into the night
the Grafton Bay reported a blue light
moving at speed beneath the water to local coast guard
before it too vanished
and like the rest left now wreckage, debris or survivors.

At the meeting, many theories were being forwarded
of a deep-sea creature of unknown origin.
They were scoffed at as being too fantastic to be true.
If they were true why hadn’t there been
any reported any sightings of such a creature.
The creature if it existed had to be
as big as or bigger than any ocean going tanker
to enable it to sink large ships.
Then there was the question of wreckage,
there has been none.
From any ship, there is always debris,
but there has been nothing.

Just as the meeting was about to close
news came in about another ship lost.
A ship two miles away reported seeing
what they described as long waving arms
and a blue light just prior the ships disappearance
from their radar screen.

26 September 2009

To be continued

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Deserving Of Individual Life Boats

Assuming...
That if they let the ship sink,
With a captain they've been made to dislike...
They could hop in the life boats,
Saving themselves...
And row to shore.
To receive the adulation of the people,
They believe await them to applaud their activities...
Adored.

However...
The doers perceive each one of them,
Are deserving of individual life boats.
With a servant to row...
And catered service.

These are the same doers,
Who implemented their own castastrophy.
And these are the same doers who now argue over...
The design of the life boats and the suits they should wear,
When they are honored at individual ceremonies...
To highlight the efforts each individually achieved.

And...
These are the same doers who pretend they can swim,
But have not a clue what to do with their arms.
However...
Dressed the part to play the role,
Is quite different than the acutal performance expected.
And many of them 'now' have decided...
Perhaps letting the ship sink was not a good idea.
So now they scramble amongst themselves,
To determine the cost of repair...
And if that can be done as cheaply as possible.

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North Atlantic Sea

The North Atlantic Sea raged bitter cold
as a convoy of ships sailed swiftly as could be.
A wolf pack of submarines
were waiting somewhere
beneath the cold waters there.
Everyone scanned the icy waters
for some tell tale sign
as the merchant navy steamed on.
A destroyer was their bodyguard
in case trouble flared.
The sky’s clouds were grey
and filled with snow and followed them
into the eastern horizon.
Suddenly an enormous explosion
lit up the sky.
A U-boat had hit a target
and many brave men
were heading for a watery grave.
The destroyer raced towards the stricken ship
as another explosion rocked the sea.
The U-boats were finding their targets.
The destroyer disengaged
and started a depth charge run.
The merchant ships could only steam ahead
as fast as they could
through the icy water
of the North Atlantic Sea.
The destroyer circled again and again,
until finally the bow of a U-boat
surfaced off the port side.
Sailors jumped into the waters
hoping to save their lives.
The destroyer’s Captain ordered
lifeboats to be lowered
to save as many as he could.
Two dozen lives were saved that day
in a bleak November.
The destroyer then went back
to help the merchant men.
Several of the merchant fleet
had slowed and picked up survivors there.
However, many were lost
to the North Atlantic Sea
on this day in the life
of one convoy during the war,
and the brave men
who faced terrible conditions there
on a cruel sea.

12 February 2008

poem by David Harris
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A Discernment

once it was the clarity that i sought
and there was none and all i had is doubt

once i was sure of myself
and believed it to be so such stuff that is stiff
until i became a river of stool
and everything in there is foul

and i slept and i wake up and i thought
about what are those that landed in my spout

perhaps clarity is not what must be sought
neither doubt
for who wants doubt to rule our lives
as though we do not live in a world of lies
upon some layers of
historical rocks and socks?

and then i simply look around me
simply describing what comes and what passes on a day

a bus loading passengers
hands waiving gears
a very calm sea
a wharf where boats are free
a house by the mountain
fireflies feasting on the rain
a tree crown at night
beside a river up tight
sounds of owls and
ghouls
a rain that starts
pouring
on the roof of the house
listening
simply listening
much about nothing
about these things
as they are
disregarding
who we are

every moment is an act to be done
spic and span
every hour
an spectator
every second simply
passing line
beyond the edge
of a clean page

i do not think for the future now
in the same manner that i let the past sleep like it were dead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Boat Starts At Night

Our boat starts at night
from the beach of Yen Kuang.

Great ships sail only for profit
Only small boats come here because of your fame.
The passers-by are embarrassed by your virtue.
So in the night we steal by the place where you used to fish.

poem by Li Ching Chao
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Filling the Emotions with Serenity...

Istanbul turkey...
Sailing away from Marmarra coast to the black sea...
Watching the ships, boats, sail and the waters so endlessly
The golden sunlight glistens and the cool...breeze so bountiful.
Caressing my weary face, cheering my soul in plentiful.
Trapped in emotional battles, that seem less to cease.
The mind wonders and has no limitations or boundaries.
The skipper shares a smile, steering the ship with dignity.
The sound of the waters, the moving ship majestically...
And Ahoy! Away from the demands that’s so stressed...
To enjoy life for a day, a great remedy a much needed rest.
(Summer 2011)

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Enough Said

“Votes for women! ”
Was the cry.
Reaching upward,
To the sky.
Crashing glass,
And flashing eye-
“Votes for women! ”
Was the cry.

“Boats for women! ”
Was the cry.
When the men
Were come to die.
When the end
Was drawing nigh
“Boats for women! ”
Was the cry.

Life has many
Little tests.
Insignificant
As jests.
Doubt and bitterness
Assail.
But “boats for women! ”
Tells the tale.

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When The Ship Comes In

(dylan)
Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be a breezin
Like the stillness in the wind
For the hurricane begins
The hour when the ship comes in
Oh the seas will split
And the ship will hit
And the shoreline sands will be shaken
Then the tide will sound and the wind will pound
And the morning will be breakin
Oh the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls theyll be smilin
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in
And the words they use
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they are spoken
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And be buried at the bottom of the ocean
Verse 2
A song will lift as the main sail shifts
And the boat drifts onto the shoreline
And the sun will respect every face on the deck
The hour when the ship comes in
Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a touchin
And the ships wise men will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin

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The Apocalypse

An abundance of water dresses our coats,
For while the clouds do rage on the boats
My accusation is similar to intelligence
On the limited number of sailors of no importance.
My fearsome nature carried power on the ships
I antagonise, and they shall suffer an extraordinary apocalypse.
For they hurt my sailing and mission,
Toads of a bursting abdomen,
Bellies of wine and apish quality,
Endangered by triviality.
A chopping sea empties its contents
To the boats blessed by comments.
Our ships waste the dress of admirals
Their bellies are big, even need funerals.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Ships

(ian hunter)
We walked to the sea, just my father and me
And the dogs played around on the sand.
Winter cold cut the air, hanging still everywhere
Dressed in gray did he say hold my hand?
I said loves easier when its far away
We sat and watched the distant lights.
Were two ships that pass in the night
And we smile when we say its alright.
Were still here, its just that were out of sight
Like those ships that pass in the night.
Theres a boat on the line where the sea meets the sky.
Theres another that rides far behind.
And it seems you and I are like strangers a wide
Ways apart as we drift on through time.
He said its harder now youre far away
We only read you when you write.
Were two ships that pass in the night
We both smile when we say its alright.
Were still here, oh its just that were out of sight
Like those ships that pass in the night.
Were two ships that pass in the night
Were two ships that pass in the night
Were two ships that pass in the night
(repeat and fade)

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Boats To Build

It's time for a change
I'm tired of that same ol' same
The same ol' words the same ol' lines
The same ol' tricks and the same ol' rhymes
Days precious days
Roll in and out like waves
I got boards to bend I got planks to nail
I got charts to make I got seas to sail
I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build
Sails are just like wings
The wind can make 'em sing
Songs of life songs of hope
Songs to keep your dreams afloat
I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build
Shores distant shores
There's where I'm headed for
Got the stars to guide my way
Sail into the light of day
I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build

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Sailing Ships

(coverdale/vandenberg)
Do you remember
Standing on the shore,
Head in the clouds,
Your pockets filled with dreams
Bound for glory
On the seven seas of life,
But, the ocean is deeper than it seems
The wind was with you
When you left on the morning tide,
You set your sail for an island in the sun,
On the horizon, dark clouds up ahead,
For the storm has just begun
Take me with you,
Take me far away,
Lead me to the distant shore
Sail your ship across the water,
Spread your wings across the sky
Take the time to see
Youre the one who holds the key,
Or sailing ships will pass you by
You cry for mercy,
When you think youve lost your way,
You drift alone, if all your hope is gone
So find the strength and you will see
You control, your destiny,
After all is said and done
So take me with you,
Take me far away,
An lead me to the distant shore
Sail your ship across the water,
Spread your wings across the sky
Take the time to see
Youre the one who holds the key,
Or sailing ships will pass,
Sailing ships will pass you,
Sailing ships will pass you by...
Take me with you,
Take me far away,
Well ride the wind across the sky
Spread your wings and you will see
You control, your destiny,
So sailing ships dont pass you by
So take me with you,
Take me far away,
Well ride the wind across the sky
Spread your wings and you will see
You control, your destiny,
So sailing ships dont pass,
So sailing ships dont pass you,
So sailing ships dont pass you by...
Baby, baby, baby, baby,
Youll find that youre the only one
Can sail your ship across the sky

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