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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rubaiyat of Romance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Romance draws from response to stimulate, <br>and span two dreams’ convergence, second state, <br>meets live with love to spurn Time’s rendezvous, <br>ignoring jigsaw mind-set’s zigzag gait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is link ‘pheronomic’ catalyzed, <br>Romance is ritual, hopes realized, -<br>what complicated seemed is later seen<br>as simple steps towards goal undisguised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Romance: a link between ‘pretend’ ‘extend’, <br>where end to means is sometimes means to end, <br>where current flow re...volts as feelings churn ~<br>though real solutions may seem round the bend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If whirlwind is Romance see dance with fast<br>advance, retreat before decision’s cast<br>upon love’s winds which often after time<br>turn zephyr into cyclone's whirlwind blast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Festina lente’, ‘hasten slowly’, ~ Fate<br>may be amused when we anticipate<br>the way the dice is rolled a turn or two, <br>but should turn guilty temptor from gilt gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Romance is all about “anticipate”<br>while love is passion, - lessons learned too late<br>may heighten disillusion when heart’s chart<br>from artless spins to envy, hope to hate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Romance is bed of roses for the mind, <br>Love, blind, this channels - nearness, distance pined, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Romance in polychrome makes awesome write<br>yet turns to empty rite with motives blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be wary of presumption, stretching luck, <br>too few are called where most, lame, come unstuck, <br>identify the slipstream tipping crown, <br>avoid spin drown in cyclone vortex suck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft man and maid confuse Romance and Love, <br>to summon images of turtle dove, <br>of partnership above Life's passing years, <br>no tears may know, advancing hand in glove. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet when to test of time is marriage put<br>Man calls both head and tail despite the foot<br>which in his mouth so often shows he lies<br>while maid’s mascara tears soon turns to soot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She cares for kids, where he kids, cares to rest<br>before some sport - while she supports the rest, <br>works both from nine to five and five to nine.<br>He sports bright ties - light ties prefers the best! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looks ahead while he, as head, looks on<br>good looks - which in her book is more than wrong, <br>regretting grass seems greener seen through fence, <br>defence of dreams is sold short, for a song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wields the axe, while she bears forty whacks, <br>He thinks he wears the trousers though he slacks, <br>He waxes wroth he ‘needs’, she kneeds the wax<br>fills cracks, unshackles, builds long lasting shacks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He spares to live, she ever lives to share.<br>He won’t forgive, she blossoms everywhere<br>needs harmony not tomb to bloom, bear fruit, -<br>He spi[t]es for wayfare, she, sprite, lights way fair! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He fields the work, while she must work the fields.<br>She feels the pinch, while he both pinches, feels.<br>She earns her keep while he her earnings keeps, -<br>She yields the count, while he, he counts the yields! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He’d lay the rules and rule the lays. Some say<br>unbalanced are the scales! On Judgment Day - <br>when all are weighed he’s wanting found withal -<br>while she’s a paragon, he’s gone astray! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She swears to honour, cherish and obey, <br>while he of harem dreams, as Pasha, Bey, -<br>what’s worth his plot of earth if one fine day <br>parthenogenisis may come to stay? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If SHE could autoreproduce or clone, <br>If SHE the race continued all alone, <br>what trace would HE retain who, vain, sees end<br>as master, losing face, to lying prone? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If HE, who least believes, leaves set as stone, <br>If HE, who most receives, heaves righteous moan<br>then Mona Lisa sentence might suspend<br>and spare the rib that cuts her to the bone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Woman is the source, the stream, the flow, <br>SHE bends where HE may break when strong winds blow, <br>HE who would rule the cradle seldom takes<br>sufficient time to nurture Nature, know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Romance may be spun out till kingdom come, <br>is not a cobweb to entice the dumb, <br>led on through love to larder poorly stocked, <br>who seeking cake discover acrid crumb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what to love is ‘inside’ or is ‘out’? <br>for Time’s dimension love would do without ~<br>the signpost seen may blow now east now west, <br>crow heeds no fixed road stop sign roundabout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though rhyme and reason often are withheld<br>till time and season pass, their winter knelled, <br>sustained romance essential is where heart<br>would chart affection through tomorrow welled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who would evolve must choose from many doors, <br>each offers either fame or blame, doom draws, <br>each offers health or wealth, advance or pause, <br>must think the link between effect and cause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What love is, what romance, though, who foresees? <br>What choice reject, what opportunities<br>take for, or take as, granted, who can tell? <br>Time twists or undertows the flows men seize.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What matters and to whom? What gravities<br>matter patter pater mater tease –<br>conundrums which a life-long paradox<br>entertains until all memories</div><div style="margin:10px 0">are atomised upon a karmic breeze, <br>blown willy-nilly till, like honeyed bees, <br>they bumble on towards a homely hive, <br>they stumble on till patterns by degrees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from angles wide frame focus, offer keys.<br>For who between the lines can read, chalk, cheese, <br>discerns – the waft and weft of substance – learns<br>to draw the line dividing wood from trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So grasp Romance’s finger as it writes, <br>wait not love’s Time, tune tide to timing, flights<br>of fancy twin with opportunity<br>which may not seed again. Feed dreams’ delights! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(c) Jonathan Robin 26 January 2007 after Edward Fitzgerald</div><div style="margin:10px 0">notes<br>Edward Fitzgerald – Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam http: //www.arabiannights.org/rubaiyat/index2.html</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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and span two dreams’ convergence, second state, 
meets live with love to spurn Time’s rendezvous, 
ignoring jigsaw mind-set’s zigzag gait.

Love is link ‘pheronomic’ catalyzed, 
Romance is ritua..."></div>
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