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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424980" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dreamworks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DREAMWORKS<br>Eyes saw reflection Monday, when World War II was won, <br>emerging, letters learning, to betters bowed, begun<br>a journey spread like butter upon life’s bread, which seems<br>to be about to stutter before landlord of dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eye Tuesday schooled, life's masquerade began to understand<br>how letters strung together rung bells brain took in hand, <br>soft strength no bitter toil required to channel patterned streams, <br>blood flood no rudder needed to feed forever's dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which advanced one Wednesday upon emotions’ tide<br>to woo, to win, together, as groom to beauty bride, <br>felt joys would last for ever, like strawberries and cream, <br>tapped hope's sap, never'd sever eternity from dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which in turn one Thursday sired fruit so well desired, <br>who queried much, yet stayed untouched by vain ambitions tired, <br>felt feelings frank, not clever, that seek 'together's' gleams, <br>to sow, reap, harvest, gather the essence of shared dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which Friday celebrate, see seed to stripling strong<br>stretch skywards, never hesitate, sift just from wrong's pronged tongs, <br>subjective views eliminate, zest tests through searchlight beams, <br>shows all may know glow grows, fair flows, to feed tomorrow’s dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes weary on this Saturday sense Winter drawing near, <br>reach through rhyme’s interplay to transmit loud and clear<br>before Time’s ‘weak~end’ weather may ravage, mock soul’s gleams, <br>this theme: ~ that one should never compromise on dreams.<br> <br>Eyes which one Sunday may pass away, life legacy would leave: <br>ideals unbetrayed, pray none know poison, prison, grieve.<br>Life's cycle turns as candle burns, warms all within its beams, ~<br>road cats' eyes snake, make no mistake, tomorrow takes your dreams... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 May 2005 minor modifications 21 April 2008 revised 30 April 2008,8 March 2011</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for previous versions see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DREAMWORKS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes saw first light one Monday, when World War II was won, <br>emerging, letters learning, to betters bowed, begun<br>a journey spread like butter upon life’s bread, which seems<br>to be about to stutter before landlord of dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which were schooled one Tuesday began to understand<br>how letters strung together rung bells brain took in hand, <br>soft strength no conscious effort to channel patterned streams<br>should need, the flood no rudder to stimulate those dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which advanced one Wednesday upon emotions’ tide<br>to woo, to win, together, as groom to beauty bride, <br>felt joys would last for ever, like strawberries and cream, <br>tapped hope's sap, never'd sever eternity from dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which in turn one Thursday sired fruit so well desired, <br>who queried much, yet stayed untouched by vain ambitions tired, <br>felt feelings frank, not clever, that seek 'together's' gleams, <br>to sow, reap, harvest, gather the essence of shared dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which Friday celebrate, see seed to stripling strong<br>stretch skywards, never hesitate, sift just from wrong's pronged tongs, <br>subjective vie[w]s eliminate, zest tests through searchlight beams, <br>shows all may know glow grows, fair flows, to feed tomorrow’s dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which on this Saturday sense Winter drawing near, <br>reaching through rhyme’s interplay would transmit loud and clear<br>before Time’s ‘weak~end’ weather may wear away soul’s gleams, <br>this theme: ~ that one should never compromise on dreams.<br> <br>Eyes which one Sunday may pass away, life legacy would leave, <br>who principles would not betray, prays none know tears, none grieve.<br>Life's cycle turns as candle burns, warms all within its beams, ~<br>road cats' eyes snake, make no mistake, tomorrow takes your dreams... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 May 2005 minor modifications 21 April 2008 revised 30 April 2008 and 6 March 2011<br> <br>robi03_1252_robi03_0000 XXX_DEZ</div><div style="margin:10px 0">- for previous versions see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII<br>DREAMWORKS<br> <br>Eyes saw first light one Monday, when World War II was won, <br>emerging, letters learning, to betters bowed, begun<br>a journey spread like butter upon life’s bread, which seems<br>to be about to stutter before the land of dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which were schooled one Tuesday began to understand<br>how letters strung together rung bells brain took in hand, <br>soft strength no conscious effort to channel patterned streams<br>should need, the flood no rudder to stimulate those dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which advanced one Wednesday upon emotions’ tide<br>to woo, to win, together, as groom to beauty bride, <br>felt joys would last for ever, like strawberries and cream, <br>still hope sap strong can't sever eternity from dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which in turn one Thursday sired fruit so well desired, <br>who queried much, yet stayed untouched by vain ambitions tired, <br>felt feelings frank, not clever, that seek 'together's' gleam, <br>to sow, reap, harvest, gather the essence of shared dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which Friday celebrate, see seed to stripling strong<br>stretch skywards, never hesitate, sift just from wrong's pronged tongs, <br>subjective vie[w]s eliminate, zest tests through searchlight beams, <br>shows all may know intact stays flow that feeds tomorrow’s dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes which on this Saturday sense Winter drawing near, <br>reaching through rhyme’s interplay would transmit loud and clear<br>before Time’s ‘weak~end’ weather may wear away soul’s gleams, <br>this theme: ~ that one should never compromise on dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes who one Sunday passed away, life legacy would leave, <br>who principles would not betray, pray none know tears, none grieve.<br>The cycle turns as candle burns, warms all within its beams, ~<br>road cats' eyes snake, make no mistake, tomorrow takes your dreams... </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 May 2005 minor modifications 21 April 2008 revised 30 April 2008 <br>robi03_1252_robi03_0000 XXX_DEZ</div><div style="margin:10px 0">- for previous version see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreamworks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who was born one Monday, when World War II was won, <br>emerging, letters learning, to betters bowed, begun<br>a journey spread like butter upon life’s bread, which seems<br>to be about to stutter before the land of dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who was schooled one Tuesday began to understand<br>how letters strung together rung bells brain took in hand, <br>soft strength no conscious effort to channel patterned streams, <br>should need, the flood no rudder to stimulate those dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who advanced one Wednesday upon emotions’ tide<br>to woo, to win, together, as groom to beauty bride, <br>felt joys would last for ever, like strawberries and cream, <br>still hope sap strong can't sever eternity from dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who in turn one Thursday sired fruit so well desired, <br>who queried much but never burning ambitions inspired, <br>felt feelings frank, not clever, that seek out sharing’s gleam, <br>to sow, reap, harvest, gather the essence of shared dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who Friday celebrate, see seed to stripling strong<br>stretch skywards, never hesitate to sift the right from wrong, <br>still clearer view continues to test through searchlight beams, <br>so all may know intact stays flow that feeds tomorrow’s dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who on this Saturday sense Winter drawing near, <br>reaching through rhyme’s interplay would transmit loud and clear<br>before Time’s ‘weak~end’ weather may blast away soul’s gleams, <br>this theme: ~ that one should never compromise on dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who one Sunday passed away, life legacy would leave, <br>who principles would not betray, pray none know tears, none grieve.<br>The cycle turns as candle burns, warms all within its beams, ~<br>the road I take, make no mistake, tomorrow threads your dreams... </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 May 2005 with minor modifications 21 April 2008<br>© Jonathan Robin</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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a journey spread like butter upon life’s bread, which seems
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