LIKE a DRIFTWOOD
Like a driftwood, I am
Floating, drifting to where the rivers flow
Letting where destiny brings me
and where fate lead me through.
Waiting for the time to reach the ocean
Passing through many rivers though
Bumping on the rocks, I'm in vain
Splashing, circling like tornado too.
Going back, I cannot do
But to continue going, floating, like a mess
Leaving the way I'm passing through
To the ocean, I will find my rest.
Like a driftwood, in the beach i lay
Waiting for my fate, what my fate would be
For like driftwood i didn't know
Will my fate still continue this way?
As long as I live, like a driftwood my life is
I can do nothing, nothing unless
raise my head towards the heaven
and offer to God myself and everything
For without Him, I am nothing.
_mai_
29Oct08
poem by Maia Padua
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To Pfrimmer
(Lines on reading 'Driftwood.')
Driftwood gathered here and there
Along the beach of time;
Now and then a chip of truth
'Mid boards and boughs of rhyme;
Driftwood gathered day by day,--
The cypress and the oak,--
Twigs that in some former time
From sturdy home trees broke.
Did this wood come floating thick
All along down 'Injin Crik?'
Or did kind tides bring it thee
From the past's receding sea
Down the stream of memory?
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Fate or Destiny
Fate or Destiny
Is it fate or destiny that brings your smile for me to see?
Is it fate or destiny that brings us together as we hold hands?
Is it fate or destiny that brings our hearts as a union as one?
Is it fate or destiny that brings our stormy seas to rest upon the shore?
Is it fate or destiny that builds a lasting relationship, never to fall?
Is it fate or destiny that brings us close beyond the horizon of a sunny day?
poem by Sharon Kubeck
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Driftwood
Just like the driftwood of a dream
Left of the seashore of sleep
Just like the words that wouldnt rhyme
Lost in the desert of time
Time waits for no one at all
No, not even you
You thought youd seen it all before
You really thought you knew
I dont remember what was said
In the confusion that night
I only know whats on my mind
Whats in the future we will decide
Time waits for no one at all
No, not even you
You thought youd seen it all before
You really thought you knew
Ive shattered the illusion
Of fortune and of fame
But darling now I know you
Life could never be the same
Oh no... dont leave me driftwood
On the shore
Time waits for no one my love
No, not even you
You thought youd seen it all before
You really thought you knew
Ive shattered the illusion
Of forture and of fame
Im waking up
Im reaching up
Im getting up from this game
Oh no... dont leave me driftwood
On the shore
Oh no... dont, dont leave me driftwood
On the shore...
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Driftwood
Everything is open
Nothing is set in stone
Rivers turn to oceans
Oceans tide you home
Home is where the heart is
But your heart had to roam
Drifting over bridges
Never to return
Watching bridges burn
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces
song performed by by Travis from The Man Who
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Fate and Destiny
Fate and Destiny
Who can tell us what Fate and Destiny are?
Who can tell us what our Fate is?
Who can tell us what our Destiny is?
Fate. Destiny.
People say we cannot choose our Fate, but we can choose our Destiny.
People say we are Fated or Destined to do/become something.
Fate. Destiny.
Are they different?
Are they the same?
People say we can choose Destiny and we are Fated to do it.
People say that our Destiny is open, but our Fate is sealed.
Are Fate and Destiny the same?
If our Destiny has yet to be chosen but our Fate is sealed, then is not our Destiny already chosen, but unseen to us until the opportune moment?
Fate. Destiny.
When is the opportune moment?
At what point in our life will our Fate and Destiny be revealed?
Or will we realize what our Fate and Destiny are only when it is too late?
Or will we pass our Fate and Destiny without knowing it?
Fate. Destiny.
If someone tells us what our Fate and Destiny are, will we like what we hear?
Or will you strive against the path set before you?
poem by Robert Grimes
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Driftwood
Pieces of wood intertwined like the bodies of lovers
Smooth edges ridges and curves for me to discover
Entangled branches held together building a new form
Intimate confrontations left behind by a great storm
The wood shows cracks like the wrinkles of skin
Bleached out by salt and sun a piece of art therein
To me my love - you seem like the driftwood I found
You are beautiful and smooth all the way around
Your expressions are throughtful and sad at the same time
My heart you have captured committing a victimless crime
You carry the marks of life and adventure on your face
I would love to drown in your arms within your embrace
Like pieces of driftwood connected by fate together
With you I can withstand life in any kind of weather
I want to become a better me with you forever around
Like the beautiful wood we are for eternity bound
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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To Become A Part In The Harmony Of The Whole
sometimes you feel
that you are a driftwood
arriving at a river
with no one
living there
you stay for a while
curious
like a bird resting upon
a twig
upon a long migratory
journey
towards a warmer place
of this earth
then you have to go again
drifting
because you have no choice
but to drift
hoping that someday
when this flooding is over
you shall find
someone who will make
something out of you
a furniture, or a decorative
piece of art
in the interior of a
beautiful house
where children shall ask their mama
what kind of art
are you?
you like to answer
i am an abandoned driftwood
once i was a part of the great designs
of trees in the forest
but i was cut off
and left out
to rot
now someone gave me
significance
a motif, a purpose
a piece of an
artwork
and then you like it there
you are the center of this
theme
art and love, a part of a whole,
a mess fabricated into
a harmony of a family in
a house
someone plays a violin
and then you begin to listen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Silent People, Dying
you are silent
more silent than the stars above us
this mountain of
sorrow does not know the songs of sighs
it is as silent
as you
more silent than all the stars above us
i join you in this silence and i take a journey far from you
my thoughts are wings and they will not use words as vehicles
from my mouth there will be no sound too
what are we contemplating for? i ask myself.
you think of death, i know, but you have not guessed what i am thinking
i am tired of death, let it come when it comes,
i am thinking of those tiny things in my life
how they happen, how time flies too fast
and i am here with you left behind it like a hundred years
i go back to thinking about us bathing in the river
since we do not know how to swim we take hold of a driftwood
from nowhere
it teaches us how to swim
that driftwood from nowhere
and it is when that driftwood left us
that we struggle for our life
and then we have learned
how to drift, ultimately how to swim
we are here in the middle of this silent struggle
it is when it hurts best that we begin to learn how to think
how to think well more than the rest of those
who are not conscious of the shortness of the time left
it is here in the middle of our sorrow
that we become more intelligent, wisdom sprouts and grows
into a tree
in our heads, and we are soon carried to a height
where we see them all
away from us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Destiny
Time knows no fate
And fate knows no time
They both move at a speed of light
But sometimes they sail like a wind
A billion light years of time will soon colide with fate
Fate alone without time isn't destiny
Neigther is time alone without fate is destiny
A product of time and fate may at times be fruitiful
And yet again missery and painiful along it produces
In its quest for the unknown time colides with fate
Like a big bung theory they produce super novas of destiny
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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Fate Factor
You choose your fate
By the things you do
If you are good
Your fate will be too
Fate does not choose you
It won’t take time to choose you
Just watch what you do
And fate will be good to you
A fate worse than death
For being bad that’s what you get
I’ve been there and back
So I know the facts
Take my advice
Live life right
Just do onto others good
And fate will do onto you
Follow one of the golden rules
Do onto others what you,
Want them to do onto you
And that’s how you choose your fate
poem by LaTisha Parkinson
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My Love...
two eyes
are boats
your face is the ocean
there are
black moons
there is a whirlpool
in your lips
i am this driftwood
sucked
by desire
of your throat
your teeth
are axes
i am
the food to your
soul
and so
you shall
live...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fate-2
Divine`s shape is the fate
hell`s wisdom is the fate
and your success to dwell is the fate
and worthless to become rich is the fate
and the worthful beg to live is the fate
and what we can`t is the fate....
poem by Lily Peace Lago Every By To Ph
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Destiny or Fate
There’s a question I ask myself
Each and every night
It doesn’t cost any wealth
Or matter if I’m right
It seems so unfair to wait
And ask, if it was destiny or fate
Destiny, who brought me to you
Fate, that keeps with you my love
How can I see clear through
When the sky is filled with doves
They’re all trying to escape
From their Destiny or Fate
I was born
To give you my love
Never was I torn
About, if I could rise above
I can never keep straight
If it was destiny or fate
Now can’t you see, Destiny
Just what your doing to me
You won my love for you
Never since, have I been blue
For you, I will never be late
Or care, if it was Destiny or fate
Reality Bites.......
sometimes
it will take time to know
that not
everyone loves you and
when you finally find
this
the world becomes so
real as in truth
if it is made of love
as others want to impress
you with
in the earlier days of your life
it too
is made up of
hate, and as i discovered
it myself
lately, in fact,
it is composed more of
those elements
of indifference
as you see there are more
rocks, sands,
trees, stones,
driftwood
cliffs, and deep
oceans
less are the bridges
rainbows, rivers,
lesser are the
lovers, those good
men with
pure hearts,
least is love and
affection
kisses nil
hugs rare.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Ocean Beyond The Ocean
Her right hand
lingers among my poems
collecting words
as a child would
picking up pebbles
her mind
(all seashell & driftwood)
her other hand
hidden behind
the falling waterfall
of her hair
cupped to her
ear
listening to a shell
tell the tale
of an ocean
beyond the ocean
of our minds.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Floating
No interest in confessing,
A depressed state of mind...
Others will have no time,
Trying to understand.
And that is understood!
These thoughts I have now...
Are like driftwood.
Seen floating.
As if it is on its own!
Something that had grown attached.
But overtime has become detached...
Released!
And roams disconnected.
Freed from a conformity bred!
Is it dead?
Has it in fact been rejected,
Instead?
Because it shows no life known,
Anyone could say they knew!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is No Fish Story
We had been up and down Redwood Creek
For what seemed to me to be all day
Watching my grandfather fish for salmon
We started at the mouth of the river
Hiked over sand rocks and slippery green moss
The only reason I was there was
The fried chicken and potato salad
My grandmother made the night before
Lunch seemed so far away
My grandfather was out of sight
He had worked his way upstream
When we heard him yell 'FISH ON! '
My grandmother who had been hanging back with me
Left me in the sand
I had to move fast to catch up
Moving around large pieces of driftwood
He had certainly hooked something
His rod bending if half then straightening
As he let line out
With the reel's drag on
I knew how to fish
I just didn't like to
I had no patience
I wasn't like bird hunting
If I got bored bird hunting
When I was by myself
With just my dog
I could take a shot anyway
Just for practice
To get the dog used to the noise
Because I had no patience
At the age of twelve
I had never seen so much line out before
He kept backing further up the wide beach
It looked to me as if the fish knew the way
And was headed back to the ocean
Hook in his mouth
My guess was he was no longer
In the mood for spawning
He had my grandfather on
Nothing personal on either side
My grandfather wanted to land the salmon
The salmon it appeared wanted
My grandfather in the water
This primal tug of war
Went on for some time
The salmon tried everything
It tried going behind submerged trees
It woud take a run
Straight at the beach
My grandfather reeling in the slack
As fast as he could
The salmon would then jump high
Doubling back away yanking on the line
Trying to dislodge the hook
Or snap the line (he'd been on before)
They were both getting tired
My grandfather timed the next
Pull on his fishing rod
With the jump of the salmon
Too close to shore this time
The beast was on the beach in front of me
My grandfather was still reeling in line
He knew it wasn't landed yet
He was hollering for my grandmother
To grab a piece of driftwood
To club the monster
Who was glaring at me with one eye
His other eye was in the sand
My grandfather's shinning metal lure
Stuck out of a bloody mouth
Gills were grasping for oxygen in dry air
I swear I saw in that eye the reflection
Of my grandmother running
A hunk of driftwood in hand
The eye saw it too
With one last flop like a large wrestler
Just before the count of three
He went up into the air
Snapped the line hit the water and was gone
I'm not sure what pound test the line was
Whatever it was it wasn't enough
My gandfather's favorite lure
With his hand-tied leader
Were following their catch
As fast as they could
Not knowing it was they
That had been caught
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Capricious Friend
Fate!
What have you done to me?
Why did you let us fall in love so easily?
Fate!
You could have lied to me,
Now I’m left to feel this way
Fate!
You tempt an early death of me,
As my heart breaks more n’ more each day
Fate!
Why did you take her from me?
Then tease…
“You’ll be together again, it’s your destiny”
Fate!
“Tis a cruel n’ wicked game you play with me
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Life Keeps On Revolving Around Fate
We came
To this world
Because of Fate
We all think of fate
Pray and meditate
Look at god in hope
Because of faith
He is the one
Who decides the fate?
Happiness, unhappiness
Success and failure
Are all one’s fate
Death is unavoidable
But when one get’s it?
Is fate
Some believe some don’t
Life keeps on
Revolving around fate
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The art of surfing
I have not mastered the art
of riding on rolling waves
fifteen feet high,
speeding by like a bird
in the overcast sky,
slicing the roaring thundering rush
of water filled with immense power
piping through swirling churning cavities
on a storm tossed sea
and almost drowned in the trying
with the board passing me
like a piece of driftwood,
with water enveloping me,
knocking the breath of life from me
and I sank like a piece of lead
and was tossed out
like spit on the beach.
poem by Gert Strydom
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