Quotes about rowing, page 5
Fishing In The River At Autumn Night
The moon shines on the river while autumn wind is blowing.
At night, I invite my friends to go fishing and boating.
Rowing our oars, we seek a shoal of fish gladly.
Mooring to pillar of the bridge, we act quietly.
My partner catches a red carp with his fishing bait.
Shaking its head, the reed wonders the old men's fate.
Is the strategist of Zhou Dynasty still fishing?
No! He migrates to the land of peach blossoms sleeping!
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An Oarsman
Where is the coast?
Just in the boat
With no one around
He sings even a song!
In western horizon
The king 'Sun' sleeps alone
Merry clouds go brown
(So far) He sings the song!
A shower of rain
Can't let him pain
Miss.Windy starts to frown
(So far) He sings the song!
With force of angry waves
Even rocks can be damaged
How about his wooden bound?
(So far) He sings the song!
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poem by Eindaray Kyaw
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Pirate Story
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.
Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat,
Wary of the weather and steering by a star?
Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat,
To Providence, or Babylon or off to Malabar?
Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea--
Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar!
Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be,
The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Hello Sailor!
His six pack gradually hid itself
under his pot belly as he slid into old age.
He could rest his tea on it and a sandwich -
it was quite a handy shelf!
Of course, it remained a six pack
well, in his eyes, and who was I to enlighten him.
We'd both decided, without a word
that it was there, deep down.
Yes it was where we couldn't see it,
out of sight, ready to spring back into action
should the new diet work
and as I loved him, I didn't really care
but often, in the afternoons, when the sun goes down,
I stroke his rowing machine in the corner
and wonder - if he'll ever ride the waves
of the big bad ship again.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Sonnet: Three-in-one sea-watching
His elder sister, himself and pet-dog
–upon the beach, the three of them standing
Are silently immersed in sea-watching
–a spectacle so awesome despite fog!
The horizon is visible yonder;
The vast expanse of sea is mind-blowing!
Some men in boats are found to be rowing;
Some giant waves rise with noise like thunder!
The sea-water is seen with silver sheen;
The froth moves to and fro, kissing the sand;
The mammoth, majestic sea dwarfs the land;
And, no one knows, how long here, they have been!
Time flies and yet stands still, seeing the sea;
The triune stand engrossed in harmony!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-08-08
poem by John Celes
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Saragossa Sea
Help! I´m a prisoner on a seven storey flat and
In the darkness, of the young night, I see ships
In the bay lit up as Christmas trees.
It is as they are blinking a message just for me:
“Come join us for a last voyage to the South Seas”.
But I have no rowing boat, and to swim is too far.
So much skin I have it´s like an overcoat hiding
a shrinking body and my muscles are soft by too
domestic tameness; suit and tie...man!
A seagull sits on the railing of the terrace, we met
before, it followed my ship for days. It shakes its
head in sadness, take lift and flies yonder.
But I know we´ll meet again when I´m free to sail
to the Saragossa Sea.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Water Ballad
Come hither, gently rowing,
Come, bear me quickly o'er
This stream so brightly flowing
To yonder woodland shore.
But vain were my endeavour
To pay thee, courteous guide;
Row on, row on, for ever
I'd have thee by my side.
Good boatman, prithee haste thee,
I seek my father-land. --
Say, when I there have placed thee,
Dare I demand thy hand?
A maiden's head can never
So hard a point decide;
Row on, row on, for ever
I'd have thee by my side.
The happy bridal over
The wanderer ceased to roam,
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poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Morning Mood
Morning Mood.
I sit inside a massive white fog of nothingness and play on
my imaginary piano, with one finger, a ditty: Sun outside….
sun inside… sun only sun. I feel massively and supremely
untalented now that the amalgamation of writers, poets
painters and dancer that were inside me have turned into
an immovable block of zero.
I look at a black dot ringed by a grey cloud, if I look long
enough the cloud will disappear, only it doesn’t, instead
the dot disappears and the cloud turns into an evil dervish.
The amalgamation fragments and I sit in a rowing boat,
on a green sea, watch as seagulls evaporate into a void.
At last there is silence and I’m my vastly incompetent self,
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Impressions at Sunset
I am always yearning to capture
the sunset at Luna Beach,
And discover the horsemen at the
imposing Spanish fortress;
As the glistening catch is laid on
the waiting shoreline,
By the strong-willed fishermen
rowing in tandem.
I am always yearning to capture
the sunset at Luna Beach,
And witness the silhouettes formed
by the clouds atop the Tirad Pass;
As the calm waves of the China Sea
persistently lure my spirit,
To be engulfed in their mighty and
rolling embrace.
I am always yearning to capture
the sunset at Luna Beach,
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poem by Elmer Romulo Valdez
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London 2012 Olympics & Paralympics
27th July- a British milestone
Welcoming two hundred and four countries
Through a parade of emotions, no fears,
Sounds of music and loads of cheers!
The Olympic Village vibrating
Glorious noises breathtaking
Thousands of volunteers on the show
Efforts crowned by a human glow!
The Stadium is attentive now
To a variety of sporting players
All struggling for their performance
Years of training, hard work, endurance.
From Rowing, Cycling, Swimming
To Gymnastics, Fencing, Archery
They're pushing hard, hopefully
For their attempt to winning...
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poem by Maria C. Costa
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