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Song On The Water.

As mad sexton's bell, tolling
For earth's loveliest daughter
Night's dumbness breaks rolling
Ghostily:
So our boat breaks the water
Witchingly.

As her look the dream troubles
Of her tearful-eyed lover,
So our sails in the bubbles
Ghostily
Are mirrored, and hover
Moonily.

poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
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Rolling On Meanders

Rolling Chikhwawa a basket of water
Down the course to the plain
Stood still and threw a steam boat in water
Rolling on meanders slovenly by gears drain
Breaks, a bucket of them

Rolling and boring on tires
To and fro in white and black
In records absorbing and dissolving
Rolling and rolling, zigzag down fight
Zigzag up and groaning

Thus it spoiled
And grabbed the plain
And summit again in lights

poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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Martha

SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone;
Toll the bell! toll the bell!
Her weary hands their labor cease;
Good night, poor Martha,-- sleep in peace!
Toll the bell!

Sexton! Martha 's dead and gone;
Toll the bell! toll the bell!
For many a year has Martha said,
"I'm old and poor,-- would I were dead!"
Toll the bell!

Sexton! Martha's dead and gone;
Toll the bell! toll the bell!
She'll bring no more, by day or night,
Her basket full of linen white.
Toll the bell!

Sexton! Martha's dead and gone;
Toll the bell! toll the bell!
'Tis fitting she should lie below
A pure white sheet of drifted snow.
Toll the bell!

Sexton! Martha's dead and gone;
Toll the bell! toll the bell!
Sleep, Martha, sleep, to wake in light,
Where all the robes are stainless white.
Toll the bell!

poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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At Hout Bay the fishing trawler sails out

At Hout Bay the fishing trawler sails out
while the rain pours down
like water out of God’s hosepipe
with engines roaring in the ears

and clouds of smoke hang over the boats
with every fisherman for a moment being caught
in a own world while fog whirl about the boats
that rocks up and down to the harbour mouth.

The waves crash, the sea foams and bubbles
and “my girlfriend has a good lover, ”
is sung by one while the trawler sets its course
on the look out for barracouta, cod and sea trout.

“Look at the shining bodies, tons of trout, they are running free, ”
a fisherman shouts against the wind that pulls and pulls on the boat.
“Salmon man, salmon” roars the tiller man back and walls of water
roll past and the boat turns to get fishing gear ready.

“My girlfriend has a good lover and he’s a gelded goat, ”
the tune goes on and something clatters down
drawing the attention of the fishermen and the water shines
and when the boat is full they tell jokes that they guffaw at.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator

The end of the affair is always death.
She's my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Finger to finger, now she's mine.
She's not too far. She's my encounter.
I beat her like a bell. I recline
in the bower where you used to mount her.
You borrowed me on the flowered spread.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Take for instance this night, my love,
that every single couple puts together
with a joint overturning, beneath, above,
the abundant two on sponge and feather,
kneeling and pushing, head to head.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
I break out of my body this way,
an annoying miracle. Could I
put the dream market on display?
I am spread out. I crucify.
My little plum is what you said.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Then my black-eyed rival came.
The lady of water, rising on the beach,
a piano at her fingertips, shame
on her lips and a flute's speech.
And I was the knock-kneed broom instead.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
She took you the way a women takes
a bargain dress off the rack
and I broke the way a stone breaks.
I give back your books and fishing tack.
Today's paper says that you are wed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

poem by Anne Sexton
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Soon As My Heart Breaks

Soon as my heart breaks
Soon as my mind starts telling me
That Ive had enough
That Ive given all Ive got to you
With nothing in return
Soon as my heart breaks
Soon as my soul stops aching for you
Then Ill be alright
Maybe I can sleep the night
Knowing that Im free again
But how can I walk on knowing youre the only one I need
Cant you see me
Soon as my heart breaks
Soon as I hide the tears I cry
That youll will never know
Holding back the side of me
That longs to leave but cant let go
And how can I move on knowing your love is the one I need
Cant you see m
Cause if my heart breaks
Ill have to find the strength
To say the words goodbye
Soon as my heart breaks

song performed by by Taylor Dayne
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I Can Hear The Funeral Bell

I can hear the funeral bell tolling in the church across the way
Calling in the family and friends of the deceased one for to pray
For the soul of the departed though what happens to the soul
When life's last breath we have taken would seem beyond our control,
Tolling slow and tolling loudly carrying in the freshening breeze
Out there in the sunlit Parkland birds are whistling on the trees
Life on Earth goes on as usual though to life people come and go
Though of a life after death it would seem none can say that they truly know,
Listening to the bell toll slowly makes me once again recall
My own very fragile mortality there's a last day for us all,
Life is brief the years go quickly time does not wait for you or I
And they say the longer we live the sooner we are going to die
And though the funeral bell is tolling in the house of prayer nearby
Swallows chirp above the Parkland in the bright and sunny sky.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Ballad of Earl Haldan's Daughter

It was Earl Haldan's daughter,
She looked across the sea;
She looked across the water;
And long and loud laughed she:
'The locks of six princesses
Must be my marriage fee,
So hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat!
Who comes a wooing me?'

It was Earl Haldan's daughter,
She walked along the sand;
When she was aware of a knight so fair,
Came sailing to the land.
His sails were all of velvet,
His mast of beaten gold,
And 'Hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat!
Who saileth here so bold?'

'The locks of five princesses
I won beyond the sea;
I clipt their golden tresses,
To fringe a cloak for thee.
One handful yet is wanting,
But one of all the tale;
So hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat!
Furl up thy velvet sail!'

He leapt into the water,
That rover young and bold;
He gript Earl Haldan's daughter,
He clipt her locks of gold:
'Go weep, go weep, proud maiden,
The tale is full to-day.
Now hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat!
Sail Westward ho! away!'

poem by Charles Kingsley
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Jingle Jingle My Bell

Jingle Jingle my bell
Jingle Jingle my bell
Please reassure me all is well

The sun sets down
The night is young
So I sing a song
Waiting for the night crickets
To sing along

Jingle Jingle my bell
Tell me now what I should sell

My soul to the sea
While the waves fight
In the darkness of the night

Jingle Jingle my bell
I am thirsty
Get me some water from the well

Sitting on the cliff
Watching the rift
Out at sea
White bubbles drowning and rising
I am glad that is not me

Jingle Jingle my bell
I am making some noise
Hear me yell

Jingle Jingle my bell
I am so happy
That you can tell

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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When Love Breaks Down

My love and I
We work well together
But often we're apart
Absence makes the
heart lose weight, yeah
'Til love breaks down,
love breaks down
Oh my, oh my
Have you seen the weather
The sweet September rain
Rain on me
like no other
Until I drown, until I drown
When love breaks down
the things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down
the lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves
When love breaks down
When love breaks down
My love and I
We are boxing clever
He'll never crowd me out
Both be free as old confetti
And paint the town, paint the town
When love breaks down
the things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When loves breaks down
the lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves
When love breaks down
we join the wrecks
Who leave their hearts for easy sex
When love breaks down
When love breaks down
My love and I
We were high and climbing
Into the sky of blue
Loud with colours
of a rainbow
A changing view
Changing view
When love breoks down
the things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down
the lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves
When love breaks down
we join the wrecks
Who leave their hearts for easy sex
When love breaks down
When love breaks down

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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The Soul Breaks

THE SOUL BREAKS

The soul breaks.
Time breaks.
Everything we are breaks.
Nothing is always as it should be forever.
God.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Morning Breaks Out

the morning breaks out in beauty
and I say hello to the storms
to the clouds and the blue
to the shore to the sea

the morning breaks out in love
and I say hello to the hearts
to the faces and the smiles
to the hands and to the eyes

the morning breaks out in wonder
and I say hello to the child
to the young to the old
to the living and the dead

the morning breaks out in hope
and I say hello to the horizon line
drawing the instinct pre-nature soul
within whose wisdom I'll daily dwell

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Riding Lessons

God gives me riding lessons
When I go to sleep each night.

Just can't get the hang of it,
Try as I might.

In my dreams,
The horse has either
bucked me off,
Or I ride gracefully,
And never stop.

It is always in a corral,
or by the sea that I ride.

I see the waves,
And the gulls.
I can smell the saltiness.

I see the fence,
And smell the earth,
As I ride my horse.

I'm slowly slipping,
Yet holding on.

His rythmic stride flows on,
And never breaks.

Suddenly, his sride does break.

It is then that I relize,
That I am now awake.

I try rolling over,
To enter my dream again.

Just can't fall asleep,
I must get up instead.

Oh, to be
In that luxury,
Of my nightly
Ride!

Such a joy!
What a feeling!
That surges through me
Each night.

Meanwhile,
I'll carry on,
All throughout the day,
Until it is night again.

When I fall asleep
And dream,
It is then-

That my riding lessons,
Shall truly begin!

poem by Macy Dvirnak
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A Poem Of Love

If the morning breaks If the day brightens If the night darkens If the storm rages If the star shines If the earth perishes Loving you will never dry, but will continue to stand the test of time my one and only lover.

poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Evening bells toll in the temple

Evening bells toll in the temple
Birds flatter their wings
the merchant sails off by a distant river

A child weeps
graveyards become cool in the breeze
crown of light falls down in darkness

On the palm sorrowful days clot
the sky breaks down through
the roof of dream

Domestic past settles down on
eyelids at regular intervals of night
fishes move up
in silent watery green

There is the hum of raga gandhara
in darkness
time takes root through the river current
the silent tree of breast revives

Flowing river, yellow waves
water builds up the banks
the lost boat of
hunger, conflict and hesitation
floats in.

Translated from the Assamese by Pradip Khataniar

poem by Prem Narayan Nath
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When Your Lonely Heart Breaks

When your lonely heart breaks
Dont sit counting your mistakes
Dont be waiting for love to come back
Dont be wastin time
Dont be lost in crime
When your lonely heart breaks
When your lonely heart breaks.
Whats your problem, shes gone
Youre still movin, movin on
You got memories, she got strong
Theres a lot of things
That arent gone
When your lonely, lonely heart breaks
When your lonely heart breaks.
When your lonely heart breaks
Dont be cryin for good times you had
When your lonely heart breaks.
When your lonely heart breaks
Dont sit counting your mistakes
Dont be waiting for love to come back
Dont be wastin time
Dont be lost in crime
When your lonely, lonely heart breaks
When your lonely, lonely heart breaks
When your lonely heart breaks.

song performed by by Neil Young
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The Carnival Is Over

Say goodbye, my own true lover,
As we sing a lovers song.
How it breaks my heart to leave you,
Now the carnival is gone.
How it breaks my heart to leave you,
Now the carnival is gone.
Say goodbye, my own true lover,
As we sing a lovers song.
How it breaks my heart to leave you,
Now the carnival is gone.
High above, the dawn is waking,
And my tears are falling rain,
For the carnival is over;
We may never meet again.
For the carnival is over;
We may never meet again.
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Like a drum my heart was beating,
And your kiss was sweet as wine.
But the joys of love are fleeting
For pierrot and columbine.
Now the harbour light is calling;
This will be our last goodbye.
Though the carnival is over,
I will love you till I die.
Say goodbye, my own true lover,
As we sing a lovers song.
How it breaks my heart to leave you,
Now the carnival is gone.
Say goodbye, my own true lover,
This will be our last goodbye.
Though the carnival is over,
I will love you till I die.
Though the carnival is over,
I will love you till I die.
Though the carnival is over,
I will love you till I die.

song performed by by Boney M.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The New Arrival

THERE came to port last Sunday night
The queerest little craft,
Without an inch of rigging on;
I looked and looked—and laughed!
It seemed so curious that she
Should cross the Unknown water,
And moor herself within my room—
My daughter! O, my daughter!

Yet by these presents witness all
She ’s welcome fifty times,
And comes consigned in hope and love—
And common-metre rhymes.
She has no manifest but this;
No flag floats o’er the water;
She ’s too new for the British Lloyds—
My daughter! O, my daughter!

Ring out, wild bells—and tame ones too;
Ring out the lover’s moon.
Ring in the little worsted socks,
Ring in the bib and spoon.
Ring out the muse, ring in the nurse,
Ring in the milk and water.
A way with paper, pen, and ink—
My daughter! O, my daughter!

poem by George Washington Cable
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My Dream Lover

I saw you in m dream last night,
Bu i am three years older than you are;
I saw you in my dream last night,
But you were three years younger than i am;
My dream lover where are you?
You were so beautiful in my dream,
What is your name my dream lover?
I saw you in my dream last night,
Where do you come from my dream lover?
Beauty do bath you all over and,
I want to know your house number;
What is your telephone number my dream lover?
I saw you in my dream last night and,
I do hope to meet you soon.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Had Been To This Sea Sometime Before (Catena Rondo)

I had been to this sea sometime before
where water stretch out beyond from the bay,
it had been on a tranquil summer day,
I had been to this sea sometime before

where water stretch out beyond from the bay,
the surge swells before it crushing breaks
while a tiny boat rocks upon the wake
where water stretch out beyond from the bay,

the surge swells before it crushing breaks
with some shells and sand swept out everywhere
before deeper in the water we both dare,
the surge swells before it crushing breaks

with some shells and sand swept out everywhere
while you smile in a way that I adore
we hear the thundering on a distant shore
with some shells and sand swept out everywhere

while you smile in a way that I adore,
we both swim through the crashing pull and flow
trying to find a way back, a way to go,
while you smile in a way that I adore

we both swim through the crashing pull and flow
it feels if our world is suddenly gone
while still together we do struggle on
we both swim through the crashing pull and flow

it feels if our world is suddenly gone
while we do see only the sky and sea,
we are trying to get back, to be free,
it feels if our world is suddenly gone

while we do see only the sky and sea,
we are blinded by a distant kind of sun,
hear the engine of a fishing boat run
while we do see only the sky and sea,

we are blinded by a distant kind of sun,
as an unknown, sheltering bay we reach,
as we both stagger out upon a beach
we are blinded by a distant kind of sun,

as an unknown, sheltering bay we reach,
we embrace and you stroke my hair gently;
a rich boat owner looks at you, smiles at me,
as an unknown, sheltering bay we reach,

we embrace and you stroke my hair gently,
we ride on a boat that rocks up and down,
but still we are in a world our very own
we embrace and you stroke my hair gently

we ride on a boat that rocks up and down,
I had been to this sea sometime before,
while we kiss each other and kiss some more;
we ride on a boat that rocks up and down,

I had been to this sea sometime before
where water stretch out beyond from the bay,
it had been on a tranquil summer day;
I had been to this sea sometime before.