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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stranger in Strange Crowd</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">STRANGER IN STRANGE CROWD</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dreams stranger’s path divide <br>from crowd’s uneven t[h]read<br>who's tissue, issues poorly understood, through dread<br>is left behind, swirls second rate as flotsam on life's tide, <br>noise windmills, senses silent, life-blood sped, <br>bled white, so often fearing fear, by wisdom wide, <br>unblessed, unsteady set sights low instead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Despite stress, sentiments denied, imagination set aside, <br>stranger story stores till head heeds heart, until desires well led <br>fire understanding rich allied with empathy sustaining ride. <br>Swift Pegasus is supplied <br>with neither saddle, A to Zed accoutrements life tears to shreds<br>when vested interests, motives pure collide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Defy temptations of soft ride <br>along straight road which, comfort fed, <br>selects ‘safe way’, too often dreads <br>free choice, autonomy. Self-pride<br>corresponds to quest for bread. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Distrust that moment Fortune’s tide <br>entwines in fickle thread <br>conformity, convention wed. <br>Scorn empty homage, those who glide <br>through vain p[l]ain life, misled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Survival instinct, safe homestead, a ‘living wage’, priorities<br>appear, as opportunities to seize as each spins finite set <br>tripped, snipped, then ripped by Norms with ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far from madding crowd who dares assign <br>himself true rôle in life, who thinks, <br>who sifts chaff, grain, drains lees from wine, palms pearls from swine? <br>Who, intact, acts and interacts, discerning fiction, facts, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">opposes expedience, authority which hoodwinks<br>manipulated herd unheard, which lacks<br>true overview impartial, thus reacts<br>rather than responds, its armour: chinks.<br>On each new generation weigh rigid systems spawned by Fate unkind.<br>As pawns most men play puppet parts in Time’s relay game of tiddly-winks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is search for self through mirrored minds <br>just base reflection on sight lost? <br>Insisting on base ‘skills’ man finds <br>intuitions atrophy - cost<br>greater than he thinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must rethink, must redefine <br>reference frames most use today, <br>foresee the patterns Change will sign <br>as chance advances sans delay, <br>prints the future’s inks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stranger in crowd learns to disguise <br>rainbow to grey coats' pinstripe ways of thought, <br>'won't look too good nor talk too wise', <br>yet still attracts attention, caught<br>by paradox or kinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stranger in crowd in any guise <br>knows his goal’s not what others taught, <br>retains ability surprise - not what they thought <br>[s]he thought they thought they sought.<br>Reward: solitude's sinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Learning is a process which reminds <br>of staged cocoon to chrysalid <br>endlessly repeated until hope's blinds <br>are drawn, we're hid, nailed neath yoke coffin lid, <br>‘and Lethewards do sink.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Restraints of social intercourse <br>pass through a metamorphosis<br>soon held acceptable divorce <br>none dare dismiss<br>between who sips, who drinks<br>Pierian spring whose sprays revitalize <br>the search for source.<br>New challenges set minds ablaze, <br>speed rate man needs to change his course, <br>as once wild world shrinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is difficult to integrate <br>progress, change, to leave behind<br>tenets once held inviolate – <br>the stays and props once used to bind<br>Earth to its own s[t]inks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When man from monkey split, force fields <br>lost ground to sleight of hand although<br>as last recourse they’re held to shield. <br>Yet Information Age remoulds<br>our clay as on the brink <br>of sensing other ways to play <br>life’s game exist outside strife the past<br>epitomized, seek interplay <br>between odd intuitions cast<br>off once as missing links. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Banished be those whose actions snide emotions undermine, gainsaid <br>have equity and ethics shed, dropped principles, stopped bona fide<br>voice for free choice ahead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Responsibilities most dread, endure more than participate, <br>ignore past’s lessons future spread, surrender birthright, hopes berate, <br>fear future watershed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Self-born doubt, consistent scorn, provide a fertile breeding ground for fear <br>of validation, absent guide. Most tremble, fearing onward ride unclear, <br>paralysis abed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Decades dovetail as wa[l]king dead <br>observing others from the side, <br>halt, hesitate from birth to bed, <br>stagnate, refusing to decide, <br>seem stillborn their sands sped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man needs advancement from inside, <br>excluding bias, stranger's stride<br>divides from superficial slide, <br>a different tread would thread<br>through life, aims flame horizons wide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Open mind must never be denied.<br>Shun those whose lower standards, led <br>through mirage mind-sets lined with lead, <br>to think themselves ahead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">P.S. Persto et Praesto... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stranger in Strange Land must learn to grock<br>between appearances, nor spurn, nor lock, <br>but key into essentials, yet stay free<br>as world awakens to its Future Shock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here high I.Q. or gift of second sight<br>fail in the scales however smart or bright, <br>if peace of mind, serenity, few find<br>to burnish daily bind with inner light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet inner light is what Life's all about.<br>Who cares a curse for economic clout <br>as purse may fail but heart which true to self<br>remains, for cash cares little, conquers doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">27 September 1996,19 March 2005,16 December 2006 12 September 2008 <br>robi03_1089_robi03_0000 XXX_EJX <br>for previous version see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Stranger in Strange Crowd</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dreams stranger’s path divide<br>from crowd’s uneven t[h]read.<br>Second rate, silent, life-blood bled, <br>most fear, unblessed by wisdom wide, <br>set sights low instead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Despite stress, thoughts unreplied, <br>imagination set aside, <br>stranger story stores till head<br>heeds heart, until desires well lead, <br>fire empathy allied<br>with understanding rich to ride<br>upon swift Pegasus supplied<br>with neither saddle, A to Zed<br>accoutrements life tears to shreds<br>when motives collide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Defy temptations of soft ride, <br>along straight road which, comfort fed, <br>selects ‘safe way’, too often dreads<br>free choice, autonomy, - self-pride<br>reflecting quest for bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Distrust that moment Fortune’s tide<br>entwines in fickle thread<br>conformity, convention wed, <br>pays empty homage just to glide<br>through vain p[l]ain life, misled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Survival instinct, safe homestead, <br>a ‘living wage’ priorities<br>appear, as opportunities<br>to seize as each spins finite set<br>cut by the Norms with ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far from madding crowd who dares assign<br>himself true rôle in life, who thinks, <br>who sifts chaff, grain, drains lees from wine, <br>palms pearls from swine, spurns authority<br>politic which hoodwinks<br>manipulated masses blind.<br>Upon each generation weigh, <br>rigid systems spawned by Fate unkind, <br>pawns play puppet parts in Time’s relay<br>game of tiddly-winks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is search for self through mirrored minds<br>only reflection on sight lost? <br>Insisting on base ‘skills’ man finds<br>intuitions atrophy - cost<br>greater than he thinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must rethink, must redefine<br>reference frames most use today, <br>foresee the patterns Change will sign<br>as chance advances sans delay, <br>prints the future’s inks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stranger in crowd learns to disguise<br>rainbow to grey coats' pinstripe ways of thought, <br>'won't look too good nor talk too wise'<br>yet still attracts attention, caught<br>by paradox or kinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stranger in crowd in any guise<br>knows his goal’s not what others taught, <br>retains ability surprise -<br>not what they thought [s]he thought they thought they sought, -<br>exits solitude's sinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Learning’s a process which reminds<br>of staged cocoon to chrysalid <br>endlessly repeated till blinds<br>drawn, we are hid ‘neath coffin lid, <br>‘and Lethewards do sink.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Restraints of social intercourse<br>pass through a metamorphosis<br>soon held acceptable divorce<br>none dare dismiss<br>between who sips, who drinks<br>deep knowledge spring whose sprays<br>revitalize the search for source.<br>New challenges set minds ablaze, <br>speed rate man needs to change his course, <br>as once wild world shrinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its difficult to integrate<br>evolutions which leave behind<br>tenets once held inviolate – <br>the stays and props once used to bind<br>Earth to its own s[t]inks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When man from monkey split, force fields<br>lost ground to sleight of hand although<br>as last recourse they’re held to shield. <br>Yet Information Age remoulds<br>our clay as on the brink<br>of sensing other ways to play<br>life’s game exist outside strife the past<br>epitomized, seek interplay<br>between odd intuitions cast<br>off once as missing links.   </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Banished be those whose actions snide<br>emotions undermine, gainsaid <br>have equity and ethics shed, <br>dropped principles, stopped bona fide<br>voice for choice ahead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Responsibilities most dread, <br>endure more than participate, <br>surrender birthright, hopes berate, <br>ignore past’s lessons future spread<br>as watershed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Self-born doubt, consistent scorn, provide<br>a fertile breeding ground for fear, <br>men squat beside an onward ride unclear<br>of validation, which can’t guide, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Decades dovetail as wa[l]king dead -<br>observing others from the side, <br>stagnate, refusing to decide.<br>Most hesitate from birth to bed<br>seem stillborn their sands sped</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man needs advancement from inside, <br>excluding bias, - stranger's stride<br>divides from superficial slide <br>a different tread would thread<br>through life, horizons wide <br>aims at, will not be denied<br>like those whose lowered standards led, <br>through mirage mind-sets lined with lead, <br>to think themselves ahead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>P.S. Persto et Praesto... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stranger in Strange Land must learn to grock<br>between appearances, nor spurn, nor lock, <br>but key into essentials, yet stay free<br>as world awakens to its Future Shock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here high I.Q. or gift of second sight<br>fail in the scales however smart or bright, <br>if peace of mind, serenity, none find<br>to burnish daily bind with inner light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet inner light is what Life's all about.<br>Who cares a curse for economic clout <br>as purse may fail but heart which true to self<br>remains, for cash cares little, conquers doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>27 September 1996,19 March 2005,16 December 2006 see below ‘Search’ initial and alternate version of this poem and ‘His Place is Precious’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>Search</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Is the search for self through mirrored minds<br>only a reflection on sight lost? <br>Concentrating on base ‘skills’ man finds<br>intuitions atrophy - the cost<br>is greater than he thinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man must think again, must redefine<br>the frames of reference most still use today, <br>anticipating patterns Change will sign<br>as chance advancements which won’t brook delay, <br>to print the future’s inks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far from the madding crowd who can assign<br>himself a goal in life, true rôle to play? <br>Who can sift chaff from grain, drain lees from wine, <br>palm pearls from swine, avoiding interplay<br>politic which hoodwinks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the masses whose manipulation blind<br>hard on each generation’s hopes does weigh, <br>as if all pawns were, spawned by Fate unkind<br>to play pale puppet parts in Time’s relay <br>game of tiddly-winks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Learning is a process which reminds<br>one of stages - cocoon to chrysalid -<br>endlessly repeated till the blinds<br>are drawn, until we’re nailed beneath a lid, <br>‘and Lethewards do sink.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet the restraints of social intercourse<br>are passing through a metamorphosis<br>which soon shall be accepted as divorce<br>that no-one will be able to dismiss<br>between who sips, who drinks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">deep the spring of knowledge whose fair sprays<br>revitalize the system’s search for source.<br>Today new magic sets the mind ablaze! <br>The speed at which mankind is changing course, <br>as the once wild world shrinks, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is difficult to integrate, the ways<br>conceptions will evolve and leave behind<br>tenets once inviolate, the stays<br>and props the passing age employs to bind<br>itself to its own stinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When man and monkeys’ trees split, fields of force<br>lost ground to sleight of hand from day to day, <br>although the former shield stayed, last recourse.<br>Yet as the information age remoulds our clay<br>it seems we’re on the brink</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of consciousness of other ways to play<br>the game of life outside that strife the past<br>epitomized, exploring interplay<br>between internal motivations cast<br>off once as missing links!   </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">27 September 1996</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> <br>His Place is Precious			</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Turn from temptations of soft ride<br>along straight road of safety, comfort, ease, well fed, <br>where peace eternal, free from pride, <br>appeals, - appears an easy answer when all’s said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Distrust that moment when the tide<br>of Fortune, at the flood, entwines in fickle thread, <br>enticing - sickled Time at side -<br>man with her siren song: by lust, ambitions, led.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The silent seconds, spendthrift, greedy glide: -<br>dovetail decades to centuries for waiting dead, <br>so few of whom dared seek inside<br>earth’s secret soul. Seemed stillborn when their hour was sped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All those who strive to hitch a ride<br>at the expense of others, led <br>by selfishness unjustified<br>accounts must render overhead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whate’er the reasons that decide<br>the insolence of the individual; - bled<br>by fears, or blessed by wisdom wide, <br>or, hope denied, twisting in heat fond heart or head, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">his place is precious. Don’t deride<br>the diff’rences that oft divide his awkward tread<br>from those who, superficial, slide<br>through life, - those most behind who think themselves ahead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>10 October 1981</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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Dreams stranger’s path divide 
from crowd’s uneven t[h]read
who's tissue, issues poorly understood, through dread
is left behind, swirls second rate as flotsam on life's tide, 
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