Imported Goods At Our Ports And Us
Major two ports, through which we import,
All necessary fuels and nutrients to burn and support,
Gaseous exchange done at one, an element and a compound,
When puffing and sniffing, hundreds of poison prelude,
Confusion at the air bags and the capillaries surrounded.
Fixed deposited tar certainly produces interests,
The budded swelling may bloom into cancerous flowers,
Nectar from these may make us cough persistent,
When we do the ‘work', we may gasp for air,
These gasping and wheezing may chase away the partner.
Offspring born are unhealthy, as the sperm is deformed,
With the head and tail and the uterus becomes a dungeon,
Not a proper place for fetal growth and the vengeance,
Of insufficiency shown in the deviant behavior when born,
The unpolluted port will circulate the fluid of good fuel.
Another port does the work of absorption of ingested materials,
anything excess is not good, strain the pump and the filters,
coded message from the memory maker receives signals,
from the numerous zigzagged puzzle and send to process,
bulky cleanser shrinks, over ripe to spew the red.
after a heavy meal of lards, the fat float in the tunnels,
that get narrower and struck on the wall to clog and,
constrict the flow to increase the pressure and tension,
every disease is the invited guest of what we import,
and healthy people are the human out of what they eat.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Port Adelaide
It is the great City of Port Adelaide
Where heroes are born and legends are made
In the Australian Football League they have their own football team
For to play for Port Adelaide many Port teens do dream.
A place where Indigenous and white Australia meet
And different races live on every street
The Indigenous tribes had their corroborees long ago
By the trees near the banks where the Port waters flow.
Many nineteenth century buildings in Port Adelaide remain
Which one does suppose goes in part to explain
Why so many visitors come to that Town
Port's history is far more than football renown.
The Port river dolphins are famed far and wide
One can see them surface from the harbour side
A tourist attraction and it would be fair to say
That seeing them has made many a vistor's day.
Where the cultures meet Indigenous and European
Port Adelaide a Town where all races are seen
When in South Australia I feel at home there
Few Towns with Port Adelaide can hope to compare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Import and Export
Import the things more the country really need
For its economic development
Such as food, raw materials for various industries
Technology, electric power and so on.
Export the things that are surplus and competitive
And whose demand is in the foreign countries.
With a view to boost export
The government should minimize export duty
And encourage the exporters
By reducing tariff on import of associated raw materials.
The government must discourage import of nonessential items
By imposing higher import duty
And encourage production of luxury items in the country.
In the modern world international trade can play a vital role
In the economic development of any country
That’s why the governments must emphasize on it evermore.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Strange entity
Why our love became strange entity?
Was it lacking honesty and of poor quality?
I have no answer but certainly it did good damage
It went out of control and shamed the age
We used to swear by god's name
That we shall remain together and one
No one would dare to separate us
That much confidence I had with trust
Some sort of tsunami struck our love land
We turned foes from known friend
He took vow not to see me again
It caused me heavy and unbearable pain
I was with you from childhood
The love groomed from neighborhood
I wished to be your partner forever
Now we are no where to it or near
Our ship struck midway in sea
That any body could observe or see
It is drifting and washed away to bank
Now whom to blame for it or thank?
We are same again and live separate
Except memory we have nothing to relate
God only know how much I sacrificed
Each word I fulfilled as promised
Can we not become same again?
Why to share grief and pain?
Love is certainly the thing to miss
It gives itching and tease
From now onward life will surely be a hell
There won't be anything left to tell
We shall cry alone in one corner
To miss each other as partner
Believe in me and count for honesty
We were together with the blessings from almighty
We can do it once again if you let go little
Things may improve and help to settle
Only lucky people get the full support
We were not unlucky to miss the port
Our ship may launch its journey again
Let there be cyclone or heavy rain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Chest Expands
My chest expands with honor and pride
When receives little words of high magnitude
Life seems then to have served the purpose
Yet it makes me to work more and choose
Human being as an ordinary animal
He may sometimes put show that can be called dismal
Yet it has potential to strike back
Come back with full zeal and stake
Even gods like praise
When they find lot many unhappy people chase
Run after him for some kind of blessings
And that does come to them and go as missing
It has simple logic
'Nothing comes before time 'it is simple basic
What do we lack then in earnest?
We are not trying our level best
Feel relieved when handsome return is made
Celebrate it with joy when some good words are said
After all it had been hard work for these many years
There was desperate need for word to be heard in ears
Try to be reasonable with clear effort
Don't try to grab others credit with bad rapport
It may give you name but not peace at heart
As human being is gifted with very good art
Claim vigorously which is yours
Try and dive in sea if that is called for
But never try for things which doesn't belong you
The means may never comfort if it is not true
Love to enjoy in self made effort
That can be below expectation or little short
But it is worth attempt to sail the ship at port
It would have been sunk if there was no enough support
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A real tension
Human beings are always hunted by the tension
They confine it to themselves and fear its mention
Tension and peace can’t remain one and go together
Mad race after oasis water to collect more and gather
What do we get after relentless struggle and efforts?
Does that help to build confidence and good rapports?
Without good will how ships can make courtesy call at ports?
How can it survive without the popular support?
What leads to an uncommon sufferings and tragedy?
Why all off sudden life takes turn and looks like comedy?
Do we not become laughing stock in public eyes?
There may remain many “if, but and why”
It is definitely greed that brings us down
Many people turn hostile and frown
It is our own dong and can’t blame others
Unnecessary thought may invade and continuously bother
When hasty decision and unwise steps are taken?
The outcome of its ultimate end is mistaken
We feel inching toward the realization of goal
It proves contrary and results in down fall
It is running after unrealistic pleasure
It may give momentary relief and never reassure
All steps taken are not for sure
The intension is not honest and pure
It is bound to suffer at the end
There won’t be left any time to mend
There may be same attitude from foe or friend
No one may come forward with kind words and send
It is said “wish “is mother of all ills
It raises men’s status on top or kills
It gives rise to unforeseen events
One has to prepare one’s self for unhealthy comments
It gives rise to unhealthy competition
A person throws all his might behind superstitions
It may lead to nowhere but to gallows
It may invite problems if he doesn’t follow
Honest intention coupled with efforts lead to peace
The things can be attained with accuracy and at ease
The efforts can be stalled but can’t cease
It may find its outcome soon to release
What makes our living and task so difficult?
Why do we project ourselves superior with different cult?
It aggravates already strained situation
The things must be evaluated in its proper prospective with relation
You may go down in your own circle with no result
People who are very closed to you may offer criticism with insult
It may increase your worries and tension
Is it worth to find its place or mention?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pressure Point
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I feel it in work, you know, I feel it in bed
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I've paid all my bills and I've acted so well
Ain't been cheating, there's nothing to tell
So why all this pressure, I dont understand
I call on my neighbours, and lend them a hand
Doctor, oh doctor, I'm willing to learn
Well all of my bones, well they toss and they turn
Mother, oh mother, I'm begging you please
To rid me of madness and cure this disease
... (?) told you what I have become
With all of this pressure, my mind's on a run
... (?) changing, let's hope for the best
Maybe it's something to get off my chest
Doctor, oh doctor, I'm begging you please
To rid me of madness and cure this disease
Mother, oh mother, I'm willing to learn
Well all of my bones, well they toss and they turn
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I feel it in work, you know, I feel it in bed
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
song performed by by Zutons
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Port Burwell
About a quarter of a century ago, when Port Burwell was a
busy, thriving place, several friends accompanied me to
the port to attend a concert, we all being specially invited.
It was in the winter, and there had been a race on the
ice, in which the Port Burwell horse took the lead. We
gave a local piece of some length, but only retain now a
few lines. The people at the concert were highly pleased
with the effusion.
In winter time, who here resort
To pay a visit to your famous port,
They must be clad in fur well,
For it blows cold at Burwell.
But when you wish to trot your horse
You make lake Erie your race course,
And we believe at every heat
All other horses you do beat.
poem by James McIntyre
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I Was Born and Raised
When the sun was hanging bright
And the moon gloom with execsive light
Then I was born
When the days were constantly burning
And the cloud immensely weeping
Then I was born
When human were not humble
And the races were different people
Then I was born
When actions were filled with advantage
And the minds were like gabbage
Then I was born
When the street were filled with blood
And human words were built with fraud
Then I was born
When parents cannot make their stomach feed
And they cannot take the responsibility of their breed
Then I was born
Where the people were just part of a story
And their effort was to build another man glory
Their I was raised
Where men were like iron
But their strength was for a corn
Their I was raised
Where people were deprived
And from them wealth is derived
There I was born and raised
Where the land is good
But the people cannot make their food
Their I was born and raised
Where the place is called africa
And the people are called african
Their I was born and raised
I was born and raised
Where the people’s destiny lies in the grave
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Float On
I backed my car into a cop car the other day
Well he just drove off sometimes life's ok
I ran my mouth off a bit too much oh what can i say
Well you just laughed it off it was all ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on any way
Well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with a scam
It was worth it just to learn from sleight-of-hand
Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands
Good news will work its way to all them plans
We both got fired on the exactly the same day
Well we'll float on good news is on the way
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Now don't worry we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Alright don't worry we'll all float on
And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Aliright don't worry even if things end up a bit to heavy
we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Ok don't worry we'll all float on
Even if things get heavy we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Don't you worry we'll all float on
All float on
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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The 2010 Port Fairy Music Festival
We are another year older and time is ticking on
And another Music Festival at Port Fairy has come and has gone
Great entertainment for young and for old and for those in their life's prime
And everyone there seemed to have a good time.
In the 2010 Port Fairy Festival some heavy showers of rain
And after an hour the sun shone out again
But this did not dampen the good fun and cheer
Of the Festival with such a great atmosphere.
In port Fairy close to the great City of Warrnambool
The weather it is mostly warm to cool
It is held on the Labor Day Weekend of the Fall
Where a good time is generally had by all.
It brings to people from far and near such great happiness
The 2010 Port Fairy Music Festival another great success
There's music in the festival arenas and music on the street
Where once a year lovers of music do meet.
poem by Francis Duggan
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You can't legislate or litigate good, healthy behavior but we must be willing to educate people at an early age about the affects of unhealthy living.
Healthy people are those who live in healthy homes on a healthy diet; in an environment equally fit for birth, growth work, healing, and dying... Healthy people need no bureaucratic interference to mate, give birth, share the human condition and die.
quote by Ivan Illich
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Ethanol has reduced our nation's dependence on imported energy, created thousands of jobs, reduced air pollution, and increased energy security. And renewable fuels cost less at the pump. It is a growth fuel that fuels opportunities for millions of Americans.
quote by Lane Evans
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Born to Work
I wasn’t born to work you know,
Not like a snail is born to slime,
Pecuniary incarceration.....
That should be a crime!
I don’t do any damage,
To your veggies or your flowers
Yet I’m bound to work, not free to roam
For years (and by the hour!)
I wasn’t born to work you know,
I’d rather be a snail or slug
Inflated monthly targets
Don’t mean much when you’re a bug.
I know a slug is not a bug
So pedants please stand down,
Poetic licence there I cite,
So loose that crazy frown!
I wasn’t born to work you know,
I’d rather be a flea
On second thoughts though
What I want
Is to be a work free me!
poem by Cathie Tufnail
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Just Human Tho’ I Am
Just human tho’ I am,
Achieve, I can great things;
A lot is possible by me,
If only I try and see!
Just human tho’ I am,
My intellect good, if I can
Put to use rightly,
Wonderful results will see!
Just human tho’ I am,
Reset records, I can,
If curiosity be my drive,
And I work like bees in a hive!
Just human tho’ I am,
My limit is but the sky;
With God as Helper-guide,
By His tenets, I abide.
Just human tho’ I am,
Hurdles many I’ll see;
By working night and day,
Success will follow, Aye!
Just human tho’ I am,
Nothing impossible can be;
Tho’ failures show their head,
Before I can be dead!
Just human tho’ I am,
I must ne’er give up yet;
For laurels, acclaim comes
Like ripe and healthy plums!
Just human tho’ I am,
And life a struggle is;
If I face it bravely,
Will be a cause worthy!
poem by John Celes
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To Be of Use
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
poem by Marge Piercy
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Anzio
Sad port of Anzio
you sadden me
Gardens and flowers
bathed in brindisi
melancholy.
Fragola cloud
dissolving around
grotto and villa.
Stone feeding billow
lapping stone.
Sad, strange elegy
of wind and sea-spray
entangled by
gone laughter and
the lovers' cry.
Drowsy rose
abed in salt air
far too heavy for
your stem to bear
with dewy tear.
And you sad, scintillating
scythe of moon,
you ship adrift,
bewitched, without a port
without a home
wound and bless
with homesickness;
chill like a breath
from the vast abyss
my heavy heart.
Sad port of Anzio
into my soul you send
resistless restlessness
and such imperfect peace
that in the end
I'm like a man
in an alien tomb
buried beyond repair
in a foreign land
in a soil not his own.
poem by Robert Dickerson
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Abortion- Heaven gone amiss?
God gave women a pelvic bag,
‘The uterus’ or Womb!
And tethered it well, not to sag-
To rear children aplomb;
The growth of fetus should not lag,
And turn the womb, its tomb!
And neither should one abort it,
Thinking it is unfit!
The God of life gave some creatures,
The uterus or womb;
He gives the ‘seed’ life, and nurtures,
Some make the womb, a tomb!
No God of life can accept fault
Of a sinful human soul;
Most babies ought to pass the vault:
To be born- their one goal.
Some bring the babe out by ‘Caesar, ’
-a cut in uterus:
On dates and times, in their leisure,
Sans labor-pains or fuss!
Some others kill the unborn child,
Because they don’t want it;
Will rod of God for them be mild,
Or will it be ‘Fire-pit’?
‘Abortion is sure murder foul’-
No one dare deny this;
All god-believers surely scowl
For, Heaven’s gone amiss?
Can not the modern man, woman
Just understand this truth?
None can escape the Maker’s pan:
‘He’ll take a tooth for tooth! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-9-2008
poem by John Celes
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I represent the Port of Philadelphia, and I know firsthand the important role that ports play in the national and global economy. I have also seen how simple accidents can have devastating impacts on the port system.
quote by Allyson Schwartz
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Love Signals
Whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa... whoa... whoa...
There are...
So many people around the world lacking love (whoa)
So many people don't know how to love one another (whoa)
So many people walk around low self-estime (yeah)
And so many people for no reason so dog on me
Watch my feet while I step (watch me)
See my smile while I step (see my smile)
Feel my vibe while I step (and how I'm sending out those love...)
Love signals (tell me can you feel my)
Love signals (now you send out your)
Love signals (now the room is filled with)
Love signals (love signals)
Now there's... (whoo)
So many of us have little faith and insecurities (I love you Mother)
And so many of us so easy to give up on our dreams (I love you Mother)
There's so many of us that's quick to say let's go war (I love you Mother)
And so many of us that's raising our hands and saying war no more
Watch my feet while I step (watch my feet)
See my smile while I step (see my smile, yeah)
Feel my vibe while I step (yeah, I'm sending out those love signals)
Love signals (hoping you can feel it, yeah, yeah)
Love signals (now send it right back to me)
Love signals (ooh, now this place is filled with)
Love signals
(May I) I just wanna touch your soul
(May I) let me pour into you
(May I) fill you with my joy
(Mmm, may I) and make you feel brand new
(May I) stepping is therapy
(May I) healing both you and me
(May I) that's why I'm sending
(Mmm, may I) out love signals
Love signals (yeah, hoping you can feel it)
Love signals (you, now send it right back to me, oh)
Love signals (now this place is filled with)
Love signals (oh yeah, sending out those love...)
Love signals (signals, tell me can you feel it?)
Love signals (whoo, now send it right back to me, yeah)
Love signals (now the place is filled with)
Love signals (love, I'm talkin' about love) (sendin' out those...) (hey)
Love signals (sendin' out those) (love)
Love signals (sendin' out those love signals) (love, I'll send it to you, you send it to me, yeah)
Love signals (send me your love signals) (sendin' out those)
Love signals (sendin' out those) (oh yeah)
(Sendin' out those love signals)
Donnie Lyles, break it down, uh
Now you know when a track feels this good
I gotta break it down and do my thing
So listen, this is what we gon' do
We gonna play a little game
But we gonna put the, we're gonna put a little twist to this steppers thing
This is what we gonna do
We gonna take a little journey into love
Now when I start to sing
I want all of the couples to just separate for a minute from their partners
That's right, you gon' come right back
But I want you to just separate when I start sing
I'ma tell you what to do
As you startin' to step around the room
I want you to look at all the Happy People in the room
And I want you to touch 'em
And when you touch 'em
This is what I want you to say
Y'all ready? C'mon
One, two, three, separate
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
Now go back (I love you) find your partner (I love you)
Now send (I love you) out those... (I love you) love signals
Chocolate Factory y'all, huh
Sending out love signals to all those that may be lacking love, mmm, yeah
It's Kels, your music weatherman, uh
Wayne Williams, our in house DJ y'all, uh
Uncle Life, Uncle Love, the stepping twins, haha
I see you, haha
Regina and George Daniels, haha
I love you baby
We just down at the Chocolate Factory having fun, y'all
So if you want to call in to the Chocolate Factory the number is
One-two-three, l-o-v, e...
Love... (love, love) love yeah (oh) (you-ooh-you...)
Peace
song performed by by R. Kelly
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