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What Have They Done to the San Francisco Bay?

What have they done to my Bay
It's yours too you should know
What's been done didn't all happen
Wednesday November 7,2007

The Bay has been shrinking for years
The edges keep getting filled and built on
There's parts best not to get too close to
During low tides - - it stinks

What stinks could be
The effulent that's flowed and flowed in - -
Could be thousands of car tires
And larger machine parts

Know someone gone missing - -
They could be stuck there too
Along with
God knows what

Incoming and outgoing tides
Can clean up just so much
What has been allowed
To be added is a crime

Tides were not intended to flush
Unlimited human waste
Add to that heavy fog
A heavily loaded container ship

A single walled hull
Built for weight and fuel economey
Now that is just too ironic
I hoped they saved enough

To pay for all this
The Coso Busan has only added
Fifty-eight thousand gallons of bunker oil
To a much larger problem

poem by Tom J. Mariani
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For a Good Cause and Care

Tides are high
Tides are deep
With a sigh
I cannot sleep,
Thinking of my long hair
I wish I could keep.
To cut it I would not dare
For I know it is a part of me.
However I know that hair
Grows back within each week
And I know I have the heart to share.
Even though for a moment I will weep,
It is for a good cause and care,
For my hair will grow back everytime I sleep
Just as much as tides are high
Tides are deep
Even if they go away in a chime,
They come back and up the beach they creep
Every day and for all of time.
So I know I can always keep
My hair for it will grow as tides do each time
As the seas swells and heaves as it sleeps.

poem by Music Galore
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Victim Of love

With the chilly winter winds blowing,
I have become the victim of love again.
Now I know that no two winters are the same,
and the tides of time I can’t tame.

With the ruthless cold winter coming,
I can feel the warmth of your love waning.
Now I know that no two winters are the same,
and to the tides of time I can’t blame.

With the dark winter nights falling,
I still walk beneath those street lights.
Now I know that no two winters are the same,
and the tides of time I can’t name.

With the silent winter days brightening,
I still listen to our rhyme.
Now I know that no two winters are the same,
and the tides of time I can’t claim.

With the infant winter dawn breaking,
I always hope against the hope.
Now I know that no two winters are the same,
and the tides of time I can’t make it the same.

poem by Sonam Tobgay
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Island

Sometimes it seems like yesterday
Other times more than a million years
Oh little girl sweeter than an angel
When I think of her I laugh,
And drown in my own tears
You draw your first breath so close to me
Now weve been apart for years and years
She can wash the land away, tides turning everyday,
All I really came to say is
I still love you my sweet island
Maybe times will someday build a bridge for us
Somewhere father down the line; I know
But for you this;
To show you whos on my mind
She can wash the land away, tides turning everyday,
All I really came to say is
I still love you my sweet island
Whatever they may say about my silence
Remember Im an island too
Were connected by more than an ocean
My blood runs in you
She can wash the land away, tides turning everyday,
All I really came to say is
I still love you my sweet island

song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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In the society, where people are just parts in a larger machine, individuals are unable to develop fully.

quote by Friedrich Schiller
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Sandcastles

While sifting through old photographs
Of childhood, black and white,
I came across a scene that stirred
My memory, overnight,
Three children by a sandcastle,
The finest ever made,
My sister, me and Hazel,
Made with bucket, and with spade,
With towers, crenellations
And surrounded by a moat,
The sand was dry, the tide was out
It stood there proud, remote.

Though sixty years have passed since then,
That camera shutter's sight
Caught just one random moment in
An afternoon's delight,
It froze that moment of our lives,
That castle on the sand,
And though the tide swept in that day
That castle, still it stands,
While we watched as the sands of time
Wrought havoc in our lives,
The moat we built could not protect
From husbands, or from wives.

The tide swept in and filled the moat,
The sides began to melt,
The water undermined the walls
And suddenly, they fell,
The love that we had built them with
Was washed right out to sea,
And left no sign of love behind,
For Hazel, Tess or me,
And then we learned the lesson
That our lives revolved around,
That nothing built will last unless
It's built on solid ground.

We spent our lives in dreaming
Building castles in the sand,
Believing that the tide would never turn
To wreck our plans,
We thought love was the answer
'Til discovering, too late,
That love swings on a pendulum,
The other end is hate,
And just as tides flow in and out
And level out the land,
The tides of life wreak havoc with
Our castles in the sand.

7 February 2009

poem by David Lewis Paget
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But that kind of falls in line; when you think about it, James Brown was a funk minimalist. All of those parts create a sum that's larger than than the individual parts.

quote by Charlie Hunter
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Call It Eternity

kiss me, dammit!
just for a moment
i want to feel
like i'm still real

close your eyes
and lay with me
your heart beating
as rhythmic as the sea

tides going out,
tides coming in
salt spray on your face!

let the night last forever
i dont care to see the dawn
i've seen forever in the softness
of your eyes undressed with want.

love me,
then close my eyes,
and call it eternity!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Relic of a Twinkle

They are not just creases on skin
They are rivers crisscrossing her face
That once carried her youth
Where into flowed
Tributaries of joys and sorrows
All the time cutting deep onto her face
Till the high tides of yore
Got choked by silts and were no more.
Look close to find a story on each wrinkle
And to find in her eyes relic of a twinkle!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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New Year Resolution

Ah! Another fleeting year has passed,
In slackness I ruthlessly lavished,
“Time” the most precious asset of life.

Nothing I did to be esteemed,
Only the false vows I made,
Deceived myself and the fellows too,
Built the high walls of illusions,
The spiders of follies wove,
The cobweb of confounding confusions.

I just have peeped into the inner-self,
And wildly shocked to discover,
The container with numerous holes
In the bottom; and all sooty black,
The coins I dropped, passed rattling,
Through the dismal hollowness,
To the other side unnoticed,
Spoiling the hard-earned stock.

I resolve nothing but to bang the holes,
Mend the perforated parts,
In the coming years; and bother not,
Whether I take,
The container filled or unfilled along.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Sometimes

I wipe the night from my eyes
Block out the sunny day and I hide
Everythings falling down around us
Im just missing the rain
Im happier now today
Dont let me down
Dont let me go
A change of seasons inside her mind
In time Ill decide
In time Ill decide to move on
We change directions, we watch the tides
And we borrow too much
We form restrictions and we form lines
And we separate you from me
Sometimes, sometimes we carry more weight than we own
Oh but sometimes sometimes goes on
Night takes the light by the hand
Tunes out the boring day and cries out loud
Everyones hanging on, hanging on my words
It kills the thrill in being divine
But shes happier now today
Dont let her down
Dont let her go
There are no reasons there are no lies
We just bleed together
Thats how we realize
We change directions we watch the tides
And we borrow too much
We from restrictions and we form lines
We separate you from me
Sometimes sometimes we carry more weight than we own
Oh but sometimes sometimes goes on
Somehow well find a way weve got to paste it back together
These ripped out pages of old coloring books where your
Gold is silver, my blue is gray
Its all held together by cellophane tape
But we change directions, we watch the tides
And we borrow too much
We form restrictions and we form lines
We separate you from me
Sometimes sometimes we carry more weight than we own
Oh but sometimes sometimes goes on
In my head Ive got everything I want in you

song performed by by Candlebox
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Tides of Life

As the tides of life ebb and flow, you dear friend, may never know,
What the tides will bring your way, as they change from day to day.
This life and all its uncertainty, can change the path of you and me,
And as we journey upon life’s tide, we need an anchor by our side.

You need an anchor in your heart, for your soul that will not depart,
An anchor for every single tide, that keeps you secure deep inside.
Life’s tides can become high or low, no matter where in life you go,
This life can even bring a drought, filling a heart with fears or doubt.

Even when life brings a high tide, one needs to have an inner guide,
One guide to lead you from above, should the tide become a flood.
Friend, during any flood in your life, you can rely upon Jesus Christ,
Who calmed the wind and the sea, can calm a heart for you and me.

He can save you from all harms, taking you in His everlasting arms,
As God places both you and me, upon Christ, The Rock of Eternity.
The Rock that anyone can know, wherever the tides of life may flow,
As it is The Lord’s amazing Grace, that reaches down to every place.

God will save you from life’s flood, through the power of the blood,
Shed for all nations by Jesus Christ, to purchase for all Eternal Life.
And it is that tide from Calvary, which reaches men like you and me,
So that we can live forevermore, upon Christ’s golden Eternal shore.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Woman In Child

'Oh, woman in child
What dare do you dare;
The wind's in its warren
The rain's in your hair,
The tides of the spirit
Are tides of the moon,
What mysteries ferret
Sweet love in your womb.'

'Womb-woman in child,
What witch do you wear;
Sad King's in his carriage
Wild spell's in the air,
Such wonder has pealed
From you never before,
My child's in your bracken;
My heart's on your shore.'

6 November 1976

poem by David Lewis Paget
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The Globtik Tokyo

Great oil companies they paid,
Ishikawajima laid
For a mighty ship a keel,
Built her out of solid steel.

Big as supertankers go
was the Globtik Tokyo,
Length twelve hundred feet or so,
was the Globtik Tokyo.

Fifty thousand horse power geared,
Through the ocean's waters sheared.
Sixteen knots her speed at top,
Took three miles for her to stop.

Half a million tons displaced,
Engineers a problem faced:
This the largest ship on Earth,
For repairs where would she berth?

On the globe there was no slip
That would take this super ship;
They must build a giant dry dock,
So men planned around the clock.

Who would have the expertise?
Who would this great challenge seize?
Men who'd built the Snowy Scheme;
Men who weren't afraid to dream.

At the Sembawang shipyard,
Six thousand men toiling hard.
Re-bar tied and concrete poured,
The great walls, upward they soared.

Tons of concrete still they pour;
Six feet thick the dry dock floor.
On a thousand piles it sits,
Driven deep by mighty hits.

Built by Theiss and Petrosea;
Filled with water from the sea.
In sails the great ship in turn;
Fits so neat from stem to stern.

Thirty feet she takes of draught;
Open up the culvert shaft.
Drain the water level low;
They've slipped - the Globtik Tokyo.

poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Titanic

She was built in the city of Belfast;
She was a ship that was built to last.
She was rumoured to be unsinkable,
But, soon happened, the unthinkable.

She left the dockside, to the sound of cheers.
Her ballroom was bedecked with chandeliers.
On champagne and caviar, her passengers dined,
As they left Britain's shore far, far behind.

She steamed across the Atlantic Ocean,
Keeping good time, with a steady motion.
Little did her passengers know what lay ahead,
As they all lay there a-sleeping in their beds.

To avoid an iceberg, her Captain tried,
But ice put a hole in her starboard side.
Into her huge hull, the sea water gushed;
Along the decks, the water soon rushed.

Passengers were awoken from their sleep;
They knew that they were in trouble deep.
Endless tears flowed and lovers kissed,
As the mighty Titanic began to list.

Even when all hope had finally gone,
The band kept going, playing on and on.
Women and children were first to be saved,
But many of the men were lost to the waves.

What happened that night is a mystery,
But the Titanic went down in history.
She now rests down upon the sea bed;
A watery grave for her many dead.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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My Father He Was A Fisherman

MY father he was a fisherman,
That wrought at the break o' day,
And hither and thither the long tides ran
I' the long blue bay.

'The tides go up and the tides go down,
But what do you know of the sea ?'
Her voice, i' the long gray streets o' the town,
Is singing to me.

'What do you know of the sails at dawn,
What of the shell-white foam ?'
Cheerly and sweet, from a world withdrawn,
They are calling me home.

'What is the grief you fain would tell
When your eyes are turned on me ?'
O, well it was taught and I learned it well,–
The grief o' the sea.

'Where do you travel and where do you sleep,
Where shall you take your rest ?'
At the inn that shelters my father, deep
I' the seas o' the west.

poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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The Twin Towers

September 11,2001

I was built of steel, I was built of stone,
I was built by men of flesh and bone.

They built me strong they built me tall,
A symbol of strength for one and all.

And from my ramparts you could see,
The city of modernity.

Thousands came and gazed in awe,
All marveled at what they saw.

Commerce was my bailiwick,
I helped the world when it was sick.

My congregations came from afar,
They made their fortunes and were my star.

All races, creeds, and religions were,
Under my roof all equal without a slur.

But things are not always as simple as they seem,
For sometimes men, can be obscene.

Then one fine day when the sun shone strong,
Something came that did not belong.

Some men of flesh and blood and bone,
Sent planes with fuel and speed alone.

They hit me once, they hit me twice,
Fires burned and I was filled with strife.

I tried to stand I tried to mend,
But it all was futile in the end.

I once was strong I once was tall,
Till one day I became nothing at all.

poem by Everett Lautin
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The Spring

this afternoon
i watch the coming of a
water spring
from the rock that i
built
two years ago
it was not intended
to be concealed
a staff hits it
and water flowed with
extreme pressure
rising
looking for the finger
of the sky
i am not surprised
things like this
happen
like a spring wanting to
rise above
the river
i am the river
and it shocks the sense
of my water
to find a droplet of rain
rising to the
sky

i slew it
like dew at dawn
from a leaf
and i smash
whatever its nature
is

disrespect to the
highest degree
behaving beyond
what justice
was there
that i thought of

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When The River Flowed

Let it be known, in memoriam, that he is loved.
And any earthly bonds that shaped his soul,
is now a wide river flowing,
to a distant Heaven bestowed.

He could have walked a much longer path,
and would have paused again, with a hearty laugh.
But, when the river flowed, when the river flowed,
– it marked this hour, for him to go.

Don’t cry for him, with welling tears upset,
but celebrate his fulfilled years, instead.
When the river flowed, when the river flowed,
- it moved his gift of life ahead.

For loving sons, family, friends and beloved wife,
he leaves cherished memories, a faithful man’s insight.
And when the river flowed, when the river flowed,
- it moved him gently, to Everlasting Life!

poem by Jim Sularz
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The Rising Tides

He who has lived in a bed of roses
can never know the plight
of all the things that can make life hell
or how it is to fight
to stay afloat in a sinking boat
when the tides are rising high.

These things that are commonplace scenes for some
don't touch the bed they're in.
They spend their whole lives in luxurious riches
and always seem to win.
Divorced from reality they cannot see
when the tides are rising high.

But the tides are rising for all of us,
the wealthy and the poor.
And there's no mountain that is high enough
to escape the rising shore.
So in the end all things will be evened
and both will sink or float.
For all will find that the bed of roses
makes not a sturdy boat.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Whatever The Tides

Give The Lord time and space, to fill a heart with His Grace,
To calm a heart filled with fear, knowing God is always near,
Knowing no matter what the tide, in your heart He will abide,
Knowing truly within your heart, that The Lord will not depart.

At Christmas time we often sing, about tidings He will bring,
Good tidings of joy to all men, especially those Born Again,
For that is why Christ came, so all could embrace His Name,
To accept His great Salvation, that He offers to every nation.

The tides of this life, we know, here upon earth ebb and flow,
As those tides change for me, changeless is God of Eternity,
The Lord God and Creator, Who came down to be my Savior,
My Lord is my provider too, and all tides He sees me through.

Whether tides are rough or calm, I am securely in God’s Palm,
Nothing takes me from His Hand, as my Lord helps me stand,
Amidst the shifting sands of life, I’ll stand firm in Jesus Christ,
While on The Rock of Eternity, The Lord God provides for me.

Friend, at any time any place, The Lord will provide His Grace,
With tidings of joy and peace, within a heart, that won’t cease,
Throughout this life I’m assured, in all times by Christ my Lord,
Whether in need or prosperity, my Lord is The God of Eternity.