Les Voyages
Les voyages
In the ships
That I took
All over the
Atlantic Ocean
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Air France Plane Crash Mystery!
Air France plane crashed into Atlantic Ocean
Flying from Brazil to France near an island!
From the Southern to the Northern hemisphere
It was a risky air travel for many on the ocean.
Even advanced operating systems can’t cope with
The sudden lightning and thunder storm in the sky!
Nature seems cannot be vanquished by Science at all!
Technological advancement is nothing before Nature.
Missing plane was a mystery both for France and Brazil!
Lightning falling on the electrical system exploded plane;
It was believed and reported in both the countries first.
But what actually happened nobody will know forever!
4200m the Atlantic Ocean has depth there it was found;
Going so deep and searching plane and other matters
Seems to be very difficult and impossible venture still!
So, this misfortune leads to think about other mysteries.
Planes and ships vanishing near the Caribbean islands
Some years ago without any clue became a big puzzle!
No traces of such happenings were unearthed so far and
That famous Bermuda Triangle mystery still continues!
Not only in Atlantic Ocean but also in Pacific Ocean area
In a spot called Devil Cave the danger of such like things
Also have been noted by the observers of ocean mysteries
Making South China Sea famous for that in the mystery list!
poem by Ramesh T A
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I Spilled My Thoughts And Then My Soul
I spilled my thoughts and then my soul
On the
Atlantic Ocean
Today
The Atlantic Ocean
Washed my thoughts
Away first
Then Afterwards
The Atlantic Ocean washed my thoughts
Away
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Beacon Fires Upon The Shore
Silent shadow ships
still sail saline seas
spent storm reborn
unobserved
phantom minstrels
unrecorded
uncharted spectres
ink fading entries
in official antique ledger.
Oh resurgent resurrection joy
forthwith lamp-lit weather
watching fleet flying fully rigged
schooner clipper windjammer
cut saline tacking windward course
through grinding salt-spitting teeth
of fabled force-ten gale or savage storm
while attempting to round Cape Horn
voyages echo through maritime history.
Sailing silent on upon
a roaring time forgotten
rough weathered livelihood
soul-sucking feared maelstorm
romantic raging to hot doldrum
breeze wind wave ebb ocean
as forthcoming future ships
on maiden voyage will sail on
upon all event variant seas.
From calm through tempest gales
horizonless beautified seas
retain unique unfathomed mysteries
as spatial spectral ships journey on
into illimitable port passing history.
From wrecks to profit salvage
from sinking to lay-ups or cut-ups
voyages turn into new history
into spectrum maritime mystery.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The great difference between voyages rests not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.
quote by Amelia Barr
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God Here I Am
Had walked the path
Had climbed this rocky mountain
Had done with boulders
Had done with thorn pricks
Here I am on my knees
Up the stars twinkle
Up the moon gives a wink
Up the clouds clear, feathery soft
Up my arms in supplication
Here I am in between peak and sky
Voyages were done
Voyages of a lonely soul seeking
Voyages of time and space clouded
Voyages where tunnel lights dimmed
Here I am in peak and a cliff dead bones below!
God here
God there
God for peace
God of fate
Here I am your timely message I trumpet
Here my little wings will do
Here my blood vessels will do
Here my Trumpet will do
Here my soul will fly and call for wisdom
Here at the peak I am yours as made be!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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A Sea Left Behind
Every stroke reminds me,
my pain, that I bear as a vain.
Every steps reminds me, my lane,
far off the ocean, which I want to gain.
I see the sea,
that I’m far behind the ocean azure,
the waves lashing o’er me
sinking my desires’ key.
These waves remind my mistake.
I’m the sea far behind the ocean azure,
For the feelings, what I endure
For not indulging in ocean, I see.
I see my mistake that I harm the marines
For not reaching the ocean.
The Red Sea goes off to the Atlantic
Waving hand to me, this lonely sea.
Forgive me, I can sail ferry, O Lord, I will
The life shall breathe in me
Every morning reminds my mourn
This dry sea wants to be in norm,
I’m like a plant without flowers
O lord, I’m the sea far behind the ocean azure.
poem by Ravin Sharma
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Love In The Time Of Love -wael Moreicheh
LOVE in the time of love
for life in richness and poor of any country
And for all guilty in love more love
For spear head AMERICA and AFRICA
Yet love in midwinter of dancing
Who know love in love SARGOSSO-SEA
So ships cross Atlantic ocean with unlimited sailing
Next there`s Queen romantic lady
And true realism of waltz in Paris and new york
WAEL MOREICHEH
POET
poem by Wael Moreicheh
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The Ocean! xx
The ocean is a mystery!
The ocean is a surprise!
The ocean is beautiful!
The ocean is a huge monster!
The ocean is never ending!
The ocean is silent!
The ocean is noisy!
The ocean is a time traveller!
The ocean is all about a distance!
The ocean is love!
The ocean is enjoyable!
The ocean is a godsend!
The Ocean is a winner! ! ! ! xx
poem by Premila Patel
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The Cliffs
They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland,
But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand;
And I long to wander and dream and doubt
Where the cliffs by the ocean run out and out.
To the northward far as the eye can reach
Are sandhill, boulder, and sandy beach;
But southward rises the track for me,
Where the cliffs by the ocean run out to sea.
Friends may be gone in the morning fair,
But the cliffs by the ocean are always there;
Lovers may leave when the wind is chill,
But the cliffs by the ocean are steadfast still.
They watch the sea and they ward the land,
And they warn the ships from the treacherous sand;
And I sadly think in the twilight hour
What I might have been had I known my power.
Where the smoke-cloud blurs and the white sails fill,
They point the ships to keep seaward still;
And I think—Ah, me!—and I think—Ah, me!
Of the wreck I’d saved had I kept to sea.
Oh! the cliffs are old and the cliffs are sad,
And they know me sane, while men deem me mad.
Oh! the cliffs are firm and the cliffs are strong,
And they know me right, while men deem me wrong.
And I sometimes think in the dawning gray,
I am old as they, I am old as they;
And I think, I think that in field and town
My spirit shall live till the cliffs come down.
poem by Henry Lawson
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And Not a Drop to Drink.
She wanted to be in the sea,
and spread throughout each molecule and expand to each ocean.
She wanted to be the beauty of the sun's reflection
as it rises over the Atlantic Ocean in glorious gleaming ripples
and plants itself in the periwinkle sky.
She always said she'd be happy in the ocean.
'Sprinkle me over the San Fransisco Bay! ', she would say.
And I hear she hated the cold.
But, to this day, in the ground she does lay.
She wanted to be in the ocean,
where she'd be translated to the evaporating rain.
She could fall over her beloved garden
and kiss it with each droplet of an afternoon storm.
She would translate her love through the waves' lullabies
and gently rock sailors to sleep
and wander freely throughout the world,
a traveler,
as, at heart, she's always been.
I sometimes wish my tears could make an ocean.
poem by Amanda Lukas
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Ocean of memory
I dived inside the ocean of memory
And went deeper and deeper
Everything around me went still
My life began to rewind
Flashing images from my past
The sorrows and the pains
The joy and the gains
I wanted some moments to stay for ever
And some to disappear fast
My whole life came before my eyes
Then everything became blank
I was still, everything around me became dynamic
I slowly returned back to the present
The ocean of memory is so vast
As life goes on, it grows bigger
I do make many voyages
Some so enthralling
Some full of pain
But my heart doesn’t agree
It always wants to swim in this ocean
poem by Kavitha Krishnamurthy
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The Ocean Of Choices
in the ocean of choices
ships sometimes collide
and you become one
of the fatalities
a part of yourself becomes
a passenger unaccounted
you become one of the fishes
in one of the myriad corals
you become part of the
one of the sands of
the ocean floor
in the ocean of choices
you are one of the yachts
racing for a prize
against the storms
and betrayals
then you never become a bridge
you are always one of the islands
in the ocean of choices
you try to swim and
then you drown
to become one of the
tiny stones.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Passing Ship
A passing ship
I have found the open ocean
Give me no lip
The waves roll by as I pass on
A snulit sea
On the first day of april
How fresh the wind
Will you miss me when Im gone
How many words
How many songs still unwritten
How many ships
Of the line have come and gone
In the good old days
May they never be forgotten
They had heavy wind
Or they had no wind at all
A passing ship
It is midnight on the ocean
Had a real long trip
I have been at sea all winter
When my ship came in
I was givin up the ghost
I think I should be
Leavin those passing ships alone
When the sea runs high
The sea runs wild and Im unsteady
And I think of you
In the warmth of your home and family
When love is true
There is no truer occupation
And may this gale
Blow us to the ones we love
Another day
Another ocean
Give me no lip
But stand aside as I pass on
A sunlit sea
On the last day of october
How fresh the wind
Will you miss me from now on
I guess I should be
Leavin passing ships alone
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Erotic Scene pt 2
Our fantasie start breathin the
moment our lips touches each
others, bed full of roses as the
ships flows on the atlantic ocean we
flow on it.Candle light dance to
the fresh air, our hands oiling
our body, her tongue find it way
on my body, emotion finds it way
through the door of our hearts
and it grow stronght towards
the sky. The scent that knows our
body fill the room to brim, fast and
with courage we battle each other
to get to the top, the words of
pressure sink out of our mouths
wowooo we are back.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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From The Bathtub To The Ocean
start with the bathtub, scrub yourself
with soap and some perfume
smooth white skin and flawless body
cleaned with soft water
safe on the privacy of your
comfort room
there is no challenge there
there is just this stagnancy
that kills
and numbs the mind
life is more than that
life always
wants an exploration
of the unknown
and so you begin to think of the shore
of the sea
and its waves and its rolling nature
its challenge for you
to swim or take the sail
towards the ocean
beyond the comforts of your domestic mind
you look forward to the vast expanse
of the Atlantic or the Pacific
you anticipate the storms
the cyclones
of your life
the way other people's ships sink
how other people drown
and how they tell you
they survive
and then they start telling you the real meaning of life
you must go
and find the meaning of your life yourself
definitely not in that silly bathtub
it is always in that ocean
the cyclones
the storms after
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Pirate Called John
I got to know
That pirate called John
Because he has a ship that he
Cruises the whole
Atlantic ocean and then the
Pacific ocean with
Also that pirate John takes his
Bird with him
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Sonnets of the Empire: Hawk
Great sea dog, fighter in the great old way!
What though thy ships were tinder, and the pest
Rotted thy ruffian crews that need had prest,
And all thy keels were clogged with foul decay,
Yet through the roaring months thy squadron lay
A watch-dog eager at the throat of Brest
While all the ocean smote her from the West
And all the tempests tore her in their play.
Thy soul was of the whirlwind, and thy cry
Still leaps from out the crash of guns and waves
To hurl us headlong on the foeman’s van,
As in the Bay of Death, ’mid breakers high
And felon reefs whereo’er the Atlantic raves,
Thy flagship foremost into glory ran.
poem by Archibald Thomas Strong
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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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If the British Fleet were lost or captured, the Atlantic might be dominated by Germany, a power hostile to our way of life, controlling in that event most of the ships and shipbuilding facilities of Europe.
quote by Wendell Willkie
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All That I Know
All we are
Is part
Of everything
It's out of our control
And I'll say
All you need to know
Is anything
That's happening is happening
All the ships in the ocean
Outside my window
Under the moon
All the lights in the harbour
Keep me from sleeping
Keep me from dreaming
Oh no
All that I know
All we are
Is part
Of everything
It's out of our control
And I'll say
All you need to know
Is anything
That's happening is happening
All the ships in the ocean
Outside my window
Under the moon
All the lights in the harbour
Keep me from sleeping
Keep me from dreaming
Keep the light on in the window
For the time that I am gone
And when this all is over
You will never be alone
Keep your head up
So you know
When you wake up
I'll be home
All the ships in the ocean
Outside my window
Under the moon
All the lights in the harbour
Keep me from sleeping
Keep me from dreaming
Oh no
All that I know
It's everything I know
song performed by by Get Up Kids from On A Wire
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