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On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay,
All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:
A fortnight and nine days we in the harbour lay,
And no breeze ever reached us or strained a single sail.
Three ships of war had we, and the great guns loaded all;
But our ships were dead and beaten that had never feared a foe.
The winds becalmed around us cared for no cannon ball;
They locked us in the harbour and would not let us go.
On the nineteenth of October, by eleven of the clock,
The sky turned black as midnight and a sudden storm came on--
Awful and sudden--and the cables felt the shock;
Our anchors they all broke away and every sheet was gone.
The guns fired off amid the strife, but little hope had we;
The billows broke above the ship and left us all below.
The crew with one consent cried 'Bear further out to sea,'
But the waves obeyed no sailor's call, and we knew not where to go.
She foundered on a rock, while we clambered up the shrouds,
And staggered like a mountain drunk, wedged in the waves almost.
The red hot boiling billows foamed in the stooping clouds,
And in that fatal tempest the whole ship's crew were lost.
Have pity for poor mariners, ye landsmen, in a storm.
O think what they endure at sea while safe at home you stay.
All ye that sleep on beds at night in houses dry and warm,
O think upon the whole ship's crew, all lost at Bantry Bay.
"A true Arab knows how to catch a fly in his hands,"
my father would say. And he'd prove it,
cupping the buzzer instantly
while the host with the swatter stared.
In the spring our palms peeled like snakes.
True Arabs believed watermelon could heal fifty ways.
I changed these to fit the occasion.
Years before, a girl knocked,
War and love, there
were no pure words. You move to
snatch me from the earth. Neo-fake!
Man always comes with
the matchet. You reply with flowers
to invite peace. No answers.
In your charisma, there was endless
death. From comedy to hemlock,
What's Relationship? It should be mutual understanding and loyalty.
Marriage was destined for companionship. God never makes mistakes.Both will leave their parents and become one (one in spirit, mind and financially) . Meaning both must and should live in the world of positivity. What surprises me most nowadays, we talk of beauty and handsome. Who is a beautiful or handsome person?
Beauty is touched and felt in a person not seen. Body complexion is subjected to change.What of Kind and generous heart? I think the most beautiful or handsome person is someone with moral values (Good character) . Am not against looks. Get my point, my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world. Every marriage needs peace. How good for brothers to live in peace and harmony, nothing can stop them to achieve. Be with someone who will believe in your dreams and goals. Always focusing on your positive side than your weakness.Can two walk together? Unless they are in one accord. What two agree on earth is bonded in heaven and two are better than one because they have good rewards. For if they fall, one will lift up his/her fellow. Don't be with a dream~stealer, someone who will always talk you out of your progress and destiny. You need someone who will help you and encourage you every morning (we are going to achieve it, I see us moving mountains or our children are blessed etc) . He/she should believe in what God placed in thyself's heart.......
The Physics of Rainbows
To Physics nature simply bows
Check out the formation of rainbows
Come What May
As I take this step,
I won't disappoint you Papa,
Pickle- in glass jar
Under the evening sun;
A girl- drooling over!
A bitter spot
Came to me
With its bitter stature,
It stayed with me
I, (a bookish educated intelligent nerd,
albeit three score plus tres años)
constitutes a novel titled
The Virgin's Lover
I'm almost a whole day old now,
I arrived just yesterday,
If there were any "days before, "
For a young man of twenty-one years,
Vincent had a heavy body,
With massive shoulders, chest,
His arms thick and powerful.
Life will go on flowing
Despite the odds it faces
Sometimes it flows low
Sometimes high and glowing