36 (Vivekananda) The Visits On The Way
At the Colombo port,
The ship came to a halt.
There Swamiji visited monasteries
Of the Hinayana Buddhists
On the way to Singapore
The next halt of his tour,
He saw the descendants
Of their past Malay Pirates.
They were forced to seek
Suitable peaceful work,
With the change of time
Under modern defense system.
At the busy Hong Kong port
He saw in each floating craft,
One entire family lived
With their heavy loads.
Every mother had carried
O’er her back a small child,
With a piece of cloth tied,
While on boat they worked.
At Canton City, Swamiji
Visited a Buddhist Monastery,
Where he was given
A hearty warm reception.
In China and Japan temples,
He saw ancient manuscripts
Written in Bengali scripts,
As the handwork of Buddhists.
The ship crossed then
The deep Pacific Ocean,
And finally arrived at
The Vancouver Port.
He reached by train
The final destination,
Chicago, for the function
To be held there soon.
It was the meeting place
Of Parliament of Religions,
In which, he was one
To speak on Hindu Religion.
At Chicago, he was informed,
That the meeting was postponed,
He was not in the delegate list
And to register, it was too late.
In that unexpected situation,
Swamiji was left alone.
His purse became thin.
To care him, there was none.
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29 (Vivekananda) A Study Tour of India
Starting from the North
Up to the tail end of the South,
Narendra took a study tour
Of different places all over.
He moved from Alwar
And arrived at Jaipur.
To study Sanskrit grammar
From the pundits there.
From Jaipur to Ajmer
He moved thereafter,
And saw the greatness
Of the past Muslim rules.
Against the wishes
Of a few orthodox Hindus,
He took his meals
With some Muslim officials.
From Ajmer he went
To Mount Abu and met
The Maharaja of Khetri
Who later became a devotee.
Maharaja asked for a boon
Of a male heir to the throne.
With the blessing of God,
The same Swamiji granted.
From Khetri he went
All the way to Gujarat
And then from there
He proceeded to Kathiawar.
He visited Ahmedabad,
From there next Junagad;
Then in the City of Porbandar,
As a guest of Prime Minister.
The learned Prime Minister
Was a great Sanskrit Scholar.
He told, “Swamiji, I’ve my fear,
None will appreciate you here.”
“Go to West where you’ll shine.
And you work also will shine.”
This coincided with his plan,
What he was feeling within.
Soon he moved to Baroda
And later arrived at Khandwa,
Here, to the City of Chicago
He had made a plan to go.
As a Parliament of Religions,
At Chicago, a congregation
Of various religious leaders
Was to be held later.
After visiting Mumbai.
Poona, Kolhapur, Swamiji
Arrived at Belgaum City.
Then went to Bangalore City.
Swamiji had a chance
To stay in the palace
Of Maharaja of Mysore
As a revered guest there.
He then went to Trivandrum
And next to Rameswaram
After touching Kanyakumari
In the final list of itinerary
At Rameswaram City
He met Bhaskara Setupati
The Raja of Ramnad,
Who became his friend.
Raja offered to help him
Financially at any time,
For his trip to America
As a representative of India
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Eavan's Grandma
She feared the women
at the port when her
husband's ship docked
there the port.
She went to the port
to see her husband
each time he arrived
I like the man
and the wife.
'Aren't they
the same kind of girls
anyway? ' he thinks,
she doesn't know it.
(Oct.5,1997)
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30 (Vivekananda) The Rock at Cape Comorin
Swamiji had arrived
At the India’s tail end,
Cape Comorin by name,
Kanyakumari, by other name
In the sea shore temple there,
He prayed to Divine Mother.
From the shore he had a look,
And saw, at a distance, a big rock.
In the shark infested waters,
He courageously swam across,
And sat on the rock in meditation,
Keeping aside his emotion.
Across the roaring sea,
From the rock he could see
The places he had visited,
Wherever he had travelled.
A monk was dedicated to God.
In every soul there was God.
So, he was keen to look after
God the wicked, God the poor.
He took a bold decision
To serve God in man.
But how to get resources
For India to stand on its legs?
He saw America as a country
That can free India’s poverty,
Thro’ exchange of knowledge
On science and technology.
With this idea, from the rock,
He got up and swam back.
His journey started again
Towards northern region.
To eat, when nothing he had
Someone gave him food.
As if directed by God
To share the donor’s food.
Not willing to be a burden
On any of those poor men,
Better to starve, he decided
When there was no food.
He went to the forest
To sit and meditate,
And there came a tiger
With its own hunger.
Swamiji said, “Oh tiger,
We both sit here in hunger.
Let my body be your food
If you find this good.”
God’s will was otherwise.
The hungry tiger, in silence,
Turned back and went away,
Sparing his precious life that day.
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Closer To Home
(m&l - farner)
Everybody listen to me
And return me
My ship
Im your captain
Im your captain
No Im feeling mighty sick
Ive been lost now
Days uncounted
And its months since
Ive seen home
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Oh am I all alone
If you return me
To my home port
I will kiss you
Mother earth
Take me back now
Take me back now
To the port
Of my birth
To the port
Of my birth
Am I in my cabin dreaming
Or are you really schemeing
To take my ship away from me?
You better think about it
I just cant live without it
So please dont take my ship from me
Yeah yeah yeah
I can feel the hand
Of the stranger
As its tightening
Around my throat
Heaven help me
Heaven help me
Take this stranger
From my boat
Im your captain
Im your captain
Though Im feeling mighty sick
Everybody listen to me
And return me my ship
Im your captain
Yeah yeah yeah, m getting closer to my home
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You Are Going For Good
this meeting will be brief
like twilight we will talk agree on departures of
hands waving in the port the ship blows a big sound
the ears of the shorelines are
deafened
you are going away for
good like twilight
on that ship
all your promising mornings are taken away
take the noontimes then for your survival and evenings too,
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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.
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42 (Vivekananda) The Public Opinion
The young Vivekananda,
The unknown monk of India,
Suddenly became a popular
Religious man the World over.
In the Chicago streets,
His life-size portraits,
Attracted many passers-by
Who stopped close-by.
With all due reverence,
They bowed their heads
In front of the portrait,
And paid their respect.
What he meant by Vedas,
Was those spiritual laws
Discovered by many seers
During various periods
Even before they found,
Those laws really existed;
Seers discovered them
From time to time.
“The law of gravitation,
Was it a new invention?
No, it did exist before
And will exist thereafter.”
This example he quoted,
For the spiritual world,
That had its own laws,
Those found later by seers.
The Chairman of Parliament
Dr J.H. Barrows, in his statement
Appreciated Swamiji’s influence
O’er the entire audience.
One Newspaper flashed,
“After hearing him, to send
Missionaries to this learned nation
Will be a foolish action.”
In the Parliament of Religion,
He was a center of attraction.
To make the audience sit,
His speech was kept last.
They all waited for hours
There to hear his words
Eagerly, as a special case,
Just for fifteen minutes
The son of the Indian Nation
Earned such a glorification,
The whole country felt proud
When, the news, Indians heard.
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Port Fairy By The Sea
For culture and hospitality it has won renown
Port Fairy by the ocean a famous old Town
To it's famous music festival that is held once a year
People from all Nations they come from far and near
Those who visit there for a seaside holiday
Of beautiful Port fairy have only nice things to say
The locals so friendly, warm and free of care
And with coastal views where beauty has never been rare
Nature's coastal beauty is everywhere to see
In beautiful Port Fairy where the land meets the sea
Most of the people who live there are hospitable and kind
As near a place to an Earthly Utopia as one would wish to find
With no signs of pollution in the clear ocean sky
And the oystercatchers above the beach sing as they fly
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Giddy-up
My ship left port without me
and my run has all run out
If my pep were not all petered
I would surely scream and shout
My giddy-up has up-and-gone
with no energy in sight
As inertia's taken over
and momentum's taken flight
Out of gas with spark plugs fouled
I know I'm going nowhere
My engine's stuck in neutral
with my gears all stripped from wear
With gauge on low and not much go
perhaps I'd best not fight it
Instead of run or even walk
it may well be wise to sit
With endurance pushed up to the edge
I need not put it to the test
I could opt for healthy time-out
that would give my self a rest
I believe I'll choose that option
and see where it will lead
And when my ship returns to port
I'll load the energy I need
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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.
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Nostalgic wind takes me homebound
Facing strong wind and heavy rain today.
All the vessels in the harbor secured safely.
And the Tugs are in their weather-watch
in case of emergency.
Like a tigress the horrible wind comes
how soft when she is normal
chime like wind bells.
I heard a ship was calling from afar
she is heading to another port
humbly request a shelter in anchorage
until the bad weather get settled.
Though I am alert in the port
I feel like a ship in her pitching & rolling
in the deep sea.
And the the strong wind take me home.
Oh! my loved ones at shore
and I can see them waving happily.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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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.
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Take Me Back To Chicago
Take me back to chicago
Lay my soul to rest
Where my life was free and easy
Remember me at my best
Take me back to chicago
Where music was all I had
I tried to be good as I could
And sometimes that made me sad
Take me back to chicago, to chicago
Why dont you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To chicago
I still dream of the lake of peacefulness
The warm summer breeze
cause my life was so much simpler then
Street corners and tastee freeze
Take me back to chicago
cause hustlins not my style
L.a. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin back in chicago, in chicago
Why dont you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To chicago
Take me back to chicago
Lay my soul to rest
Where my life was free and easy
Remember me at my best
Take me back to chicago
cause hustlins not my style
L.a. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin back in chicago, in chicago
Why dont you take me back
Take me back, take me back
To chicago
Take me back, take me back....
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Closer To Home / I'm Your Captain
Everybody listen to me
And return me my ship
I'm your captain
I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick
I've been lost now for days uncounted
And it's months since I've seen home
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Or am I all alone?
If you return me to my home port
I will kiss you Mother Earth
Take me back now
Take me back now
To the port of my birth
(bridge)
Am I in my cabin dreaming?
Or are you really scheming
To take my ship away from me?
You'd better think about it
I just can't live without it
So please don't take my ship from me
I can feel the hand of a stranger
And it's tightening around my throat
Heaven help me
Heaven help me
Take this stranger from my boat
I'm your captain
I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick
Everybody listen to me
And return me my ship
I'm your captain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm your captain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm your captain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm your captain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
I'm getting closer to my home
I'm getting closer to my home
I'm getting closer to my home (repeat until fade).
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Chicago Streets
So good to be home
and out of the heat.
All those excess people reminded I'm alone
as I explored the busy Chicago streets.
So good to be mild
and not full of heat.
All those old buildings reminded I'm only a child
as I explored the ancient Chicago streets.
So good to be recognized
and not sweating in the heat.
All those dollars spent reminded me of the love I'm still denied.
as I explored the poor Chicago streets.
So good to be back from running away
and back from the heavy, humid heat.
All of the luggage and vacations reminded me problems come to stay.
as I left, for a long time, those Chicago streets.
poem by Delilah Miller
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Tough Streets Of Chicago
Tough streets of Chicago, you made me who I am.
Tough streets of Chicago, for me you had a plan.
You forced me to observe, what kids my age did not.
You taught me to look and see, always looking for a plot.
You taught me to react, and kept me on my toes.
You taught me to examine, the actions of my foes.
You forced me to react, in situations dire.
You made sure I would function, when I came under fire.
You made sure I was tough, made sure I'd understand,
the skills that I would need, when I joined uncle Sam.
Tough streets of Chicago, I almost went insane.
Tough streets of Chicago, you caused me so much pain.
You made me grow up fast, always dodging death.
You made me run from danger, could hardly catch my breath.
You took most of my friends, why, I'll never understand.
You made it possible to count, all my friends on one hand.
You took them in their teens, you took them very young.
You took them way before, to live they had begun.
Tough streets of Chicago, my tour is almost up.
Tough streets of Chicago, with your gangster posting up.
Tough streets of Chicago, can't get you off my mind.
Tough streets of Chicago, I miss those streets of mine.
Tough streets of Chicago...............................
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A Former Rose Of Port Fairy
She was a former Rose of Port Fairy where the white waves of Pacific roll
But the years have left their mark upon her the years on us all do take toll
Though for one in her mid to late fifties she certainly does look okay
With anti ageing cream she hides time wrinkles and with brown dye she covers her gray
With primary school going grandsons and granddaughters her biological clock ticking away
Back in the late sixties to the mid seventies I heard one who knew her then say
That she was Port Fairy's finest though since then many a yesterday
And beauty of youth does not last long and prime beauty with one does not stay
In her fifties a two time divorcee she may give marriage one more try
The old saying of the third time lucky in her case who knows might apply
Love in her life once more has blossomed the joy of love is a marvellous thing
Her new love she met in October in the prime of Victoria's Spring
A former Rose of Port Fairy with brown dye she covers her gray
But time does take care of all beauty and time it keeps ticking away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Countess From Hong Kong
Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
Like the summer rain
Everytime I see and I think about her
It ends up the same
Walkin the streets out in singapore
It was a funny sight
But let me say the countess from hong kong
She did everything right
Countess from hong kong
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
Shes like the summer breeze
And all of the princes they came from india
They fell down on their knees
Silks and satins, what a purple suede
She cut among the trees
Countess from hong kong believe me baby
Now youre, ooohhh, like a summer breeze
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Countess From Hong Kong (demo)
Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly
like the summer rain
Everytime I see and I think about her
it ends up the same
Walkin' the streets out in Singapore
it was a funny sight
But let me say the countess from Hong Kong
she did everything right
Countess from Hong Kong
oh, countess from Hong Kong
Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly
she's like the summer breeze
And all of the princes they came from India
they fell down on their knees
Silks and satins, what a purple suede
she cut among the trees
Countess from Hong Kong believe me baby
now you're, ooohhh, like a summer breeze
Oh, countess from Hong Kong
Countess from Hong Kong
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Im Your Captain
Everybody, listen to me,
And return me, my ship.
Im your captain, Im your captain,
Although Im feeling mighty sick.
Ive been lost now, days uncounted,
And its months since Ive seen home.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
Or am I all alone.
If you return me, to my home port,
I will kiss you mother earth.
Take me back now, take me back now,
To the port of my birth.
Am I in my cabin dreaming, or are you really scheming,
To take my ship away from me?
Youd better think about it, I just cant live without it.
So, please dont take my ship from me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah ...
I can feel the hand, of a stranger,
And its tightening, around my throat.
Heaven help me, heaven help me,
Take this stranger from my boat.
Im your captain, Im your captain,
Although Im feeling mighty sick.
Everybody, listen to me,
And return me, my ship.
Im your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Im your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Im your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Im your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Im getting closer to my home ...
Im getting closer to my home ...
Im getting closer to my home ...
Im getting closer to my home ...
Ohhhh ...
Im getting closer to my home ...
Im getting closer to my home ...
Im getting closer to my home ...
Im getting closer to my home ...
Repeated to fade
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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