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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425095" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Bare Despair Prepare Rare Future Fair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strangers in strange lands where nature's maps<br>are daily altered: who can tell, perhaps<br>utopian dreams may one day be fulfilled -<br>what wishes we project with one 'perhaps'! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that 'perhaps' with other minds must be<br>shared or entrusted till eternity<br>when bell and tale are told, both drum and gong, <br>before too long all meet their destiny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another week ticks off its finite hours, <br>last leaves weak fall, distressed are hedgerows, bowers, <br>no rainbow reign, polluted heaven spans<br>streams as polluted, mole in burrow cowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today tomorrow's fears must count the cost, <br>of vested interests, while, with fingers crossed, <br>fire, freeze turn topsy-turvy, climates change, <br>strategic opportunities are lost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most are bewildered, having pushed their luck, <br>they find dice loaded, - chicken lacking pluck.<br>When all is balanced, weighed within the mind, <br>game years behind were wasted, came unstuck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so the well laid plans of mice and men<br>turn sour, devour their children, - in suspen-<br>sion stays spoke that can't stay fate's wheel, wry jest <br>unspeaking which unspoken rolls... Amen! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">More time to spare may lead to pastures green<br>obscured by clouds, unlit by moon serene, <br>or desert dune oasis hide where rest<br>may not prove mirage, harvest joy to glean. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw myself in wa[l]king dream beside<br>a river which flowed out to meet time’s tide, <br>fresh waves to salt waved greetings as they passed<br>to ice-free ocean, plankton pushed aside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A watershed, which never tears shall show, <br>approaches and one knows not where to go, <br>wide world won’t wait while weighing arbitrage<br>with options harsh displacing comfort’s glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New cock may crow, fiends' jeers turn cheers from friends, <br>phantom mime timer trickles, makes amends, <br>for false pretence whose stings show one still feels, <br>may heal hurt, harm injury within which ever rends<br>the spirit from external casing show<br>skeletal which nobody cares to know, <br>for here today, tomorrow atoms spread<br>around fresh food chain, pride from high brought low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So soul must sink when candle, burned both ends, <br>no wick retains to feed the flame which sends<br>light for a moment, highlighting the dark<br>behind beyond til epilogue appends<br>a testament scenario reprieved<br>from papers left behind – part to deceive<br>and part as explanation for a gest<br>about which we suggest too few shall grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Subprime takes prime time working overtime, <br>as credit cards to debit dards turn, climb<br>precedes a fall unlooked for – pendulum<br>swings weigh past tipping point, primeval slime<br>not dust to dust replaces Eden’s rhyme, <br>mankind’s equation out of kilter, mime<br>instead of deeds proactive, selfless, fair, <br>concludes Man’s play, applauseless p[h]antomime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some seek settle credit overdue, <br>some, senseless, seek solutions from the blue – <br>accounts drawn down close race’s case, no trace <br>remains, shell shocked, locked out, no overview.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rise from despair, surprise may fate prepare, <br>chance choice gives voice to future prospects fair, <br>wheel turns, life spurns temptations lethal that<br>stitch winding sheet from which return is rare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trick, if trick there be, is see the light<br>between effect and cause, nor wrong, nor right, <br>but timing's of the essence as each day<br>plays in its way new part, departure bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark disappointment past events might cause<br>may cease today, turn retrograde and pause<br>to offer breathing space for weaving joy<br>while poison ivy wreaths good luck withdraws.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark reasons for a season may hold sway, <br>yet light through black-hole shines to pave the way<br>for happiness - whatever that may mean<br>to who must first slake thirst, salve sores which weigh<br>upon the conscience - fact or fiction play -<br>it matters not: if pain's perceived today<br>to morrow may blunt edge of sting sharp, keen, <br>that wounds the soul that seeks clean getaway... </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>previous title Rubaiyat of Despair<br>3 October 2005 revised 26 August 2007 <br>rewritten and expanded 12 January 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Rubaiyat of Despair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strangers in strange lands where nature's maps<br>are daily altered: who can tell, perhaps<br>utopian dreams may one day be fulfilled, -<br>what wishes we project with one « perhaps »! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that « perhaps » to other minds must be<br>entrusted through steps to eternity, <br>both bell and tale are told, both drum and gong<br>before too long will welcome destiny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another week ticks off its finite hours, <br>last leaves weak fall, distressed are hedgerows, bowers, <br>no rainbow reign polluted heavens’ spans, -<br>as rain in hurry can unleash its powers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today tomorrow fears must count the cost, <br>of vested interests, we, with fingers crossed, <br>find fire and freeze turned topsy-turvy as<br>strategic opportunities are lost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most are bewildered, having pushed their luck, <br>they find dice loaded, - chicken lacking pluck.<br>When all is balanced, weighed within the mind, <br>game years behind were wasted, came unstuck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so the well laid plans of mice and men<br>turn sour, devour their children, - in suspen-<br>sion stays the spoke that may not stay the wheel <br>unspeaking which unspoken rolls... Amen! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw myself in wa[l]king dream beside<br>a river which flowed out to meet time’s tide, <br>fresh waves to salt waved greetings as they passed<br>to ice-free ocean, plankton pushed aside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A watershed, which never tears shall show, <br>approaches and one knows not where to go, <br>wide world won’t wait while weighing arbitrage<br>with options harsh displacing comfort’s glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon cock may crow to cheers of phantom friends, <br>with timer trickled none need make amends, <br>or further false pretence with insult rare<br>to cover injury within which rends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the spirit from external casing show<br>skeletal which nobody needs to know, <br>for here today, tomorrow atoms spread<br>along a food chain soon from high brought low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So soul must sink when candle, burned both ends, <br>no wick retains to feed the flame which sends<br>light for a moment, highlighting the dark<br>behind beyond til epilogue appends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a testament scenario reprieved<br>from papers left behind – part to deceive<br>and part as explanation for a gest<br>about which we suggest too few will grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Subprime takes prime time working overtime, <br>as credit cards to debit dards turn, climb<br>precedes a fall unlooked for – pendulum<br>swings weigh past tipping point, primeval slime</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not dust to dust replaces Eden’s rhyme, <br>mankind’s equation out of kilter, mime<br>instead of deeds proactive, selfless, fair, <br>concludes Man’s play, applauseless p[h]antomime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its time to settle credit overdue<br>no sense to seek solutions from the blue – <br>accounts drawn down close race’s case, no trace <br>remains, shell shocked, locked out, no overview.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>3 October 2005 revised 26 August 2007</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after Edward Fitzgerald Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan Robin </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">after Edward Fitzgerald Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan Robin 3 October 2005 revised 26 August 2007</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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