Carpe per diem - seize the check.
quote by Robin Williams
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Carpe diem
Carpe diem
Sieze the day
As I meditate
Things appears to be out of control
Yet, I shall still pursue and overtake
Anyway
Carpe diem
Is what I say
After all
Saper vedere
As I realize
that it is
mind over matter
Which helps
along the way?
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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My time has been passed viciously and agreeably at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that 'Carpe Diem' is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds-for who can trust to tomorrow
Check My Machine
(Spoken) Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones
But Names Will Never Hurt Me
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat) -
I Got A Woman A Long Time Ago
I Had Trouble
I Want You To See What You Can See
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Ad Lib)
I Want You To Check Check Check Check Check My Machine Check Check Check Check Check My
Machine
(Ad Lib)
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat)
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Even the cuckoo has to find its layer...
All fledgling poetry starts in the stoic hearts nest
Even the cuckoo has to find its layer...
Somewhere near to ostracize the rest:
In order to “Carpe diem” and be the Purveyor...
Over all he has cruelly dispossessed:
But often; like the magpie, he’s an empty naysayer.
That honestly nobody wants to ingest...
poem by Mark Heathcote
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On Reading a Vast Anthology
Love, death, sleeping
with somebody else's husband
or wife-this
is what poetry is
about-Eskimo, Aztec,
or even Italian
Rinascimento,
or even the high falutin Greeks
or noble Roman-O's.
O the constant turmoil
of the human species-
beds, graves, Spring with its
familiar rosebuds, the wrong beds,
the wrong graves, wars
unremembered & boundaries gained
only to be lost & lost
again
& lost roses whose lost
petals
reminded poets to carpe, carpe
diem with whoever's wife
or husband happened to
be handiest!
O Turmoil & Confusion-
you are my Muses!
O longing for a world
without death, without beds
divided by walls between houses!
All the beds float out to sea!
All the dying lovers wave
to the other dying lovers!
One of them writes on his mistress's skin as he floats.
He is the poet.
Not for this
will his life be spared.
poem by Erica Jong
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what? just what do you really mean. Tell me.
is it your last word
but mine was different and you know it
whatever that means
i said 'hello'
and what is it that you mean by 'what? '
do you mean ' what you did for love? '
i mean it, my love for you is always a hello
and there is no word for 'goodbye'
i know how to always begin
right from where we started
when we made the doodles
when we combined the colors
(of our longings and wishes)
when we painted the flowers
and cats and dogs
when everything seems hormonal
did we call it a chemical romance?
or just connecting chains
from time to time, those chains of
love
(i am sounding corny) , yes, the chains
of the past, connecting to the present
(there we stop to ponder and)
i guess, there is no future
there is no us, out there
but is it not that love is only concerned
with the
now? the moment, the day that we must seize
(carpe diem, touchee!)
if and if the future is nothing but this word
'goodbye', i will not proceed to go there
i stay here, and savor the moment
of today
this 'hello', and your 'what? ' a question
an open one
like your arms always willing to embrace me
again
(oh, you never really embraced me)
i guess
you must delet the word 'again'
let your arms be open
embrace me, i am cold, and let me say this over and over again
(without shame)
i always miss you
and i will be with you again
even just to see you and not hold you in my arms
my love............................................. .........................................(sigh)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Picture Hieroglyphs: Sacred Love Story
carpe diem
seize the day
or desert die
sarcophagus
display
in mausoleum
Cinderella
in glass case
life story
written in paint
picture hieroglyphs
life story coffin
alphabetic
logographic
elements
hierós sacred
glýphō Ι carve engrave
tà hieroglyphikà grámmata
the sacred engraved letters
regretting
the time
you lost
three strokes
the beautiful young people
the young military recruits
adrenaline rush
raced into battle
horses historic
chariot dust swirls
veils muscled beauty
spears swords ready
fallen youth fell
desert sands cloak
while Cinderella waits
time stepped aside
monumental awe we
admire your beauty
atoms sand glass fallen
nuclear fusion fission
nuked age picked over
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A[s]ail - Prose Poem
A sail –
brave paling, ailing -
on the dead sea mirror
of man’s anonymity, -
not a pretty picture!
The world is midwife
to its own rebirth
and sexton to its
own interment. A lost
generation spreadeagled
across the pillow of life,
asea, dissarray on the billows
while the bellows roar
and the smoke stacks pour
before that final belch
relieves them of motion.
With a new world still in flux
beneath the mental horizon of the workless masses,
Carpe Diem’s drum attracts
when all else lacks -
save flailing, failing -
a short sale...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Taste the Difference II - Acrostic Sonnet
The day will come when one in sadness waits
A footstep which won't echo any more,
So Carpe Diem, do not try to score,
To win a penny from the faceless Fates.
Enjoy all life can offer, counterfeits
Time swallows in an instant, skin and core.
Heaven is an old wives' tale, closed door,
Except where life bears witness, opens gates
Divine when true osmosis reinstates
Ideals which, shared, surpass what came before.
Fire, Air, Earth, Water henceforth won't ignore
Feelings free which strength combined creates.
ERE Now, apart, half-hearted two parts played,
CErtain Way through karma’s now displayed...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Thoughts On Immortality
To bide beside belovèd or to stand
and serve through waiting only seems the same,
for death soon shall be shrugged off, understand
how mankind sloughs mortality, sin, blame.
Nature's ways were mystery that now
is jigsaw almost solved, regeneration
soon will bypass taboo - that holy cow
that tramples on both sainthood, sinning nation.
The Paradise some seek without delay
in Carpe Diem hides its pastures green
sublime and there's no piper god to pay
Pan plays fresh hand to trump historic scene.
How could one's death afford or pain or sorrow
when Death, left breathless, endless calls tomorrow.
(16 March 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Yann Lester: 24th April 1996
Yesterday he strolled along the streets,
Absorbed impressions, filmed them in his mind,
Now is Life's lens shuttered, left behind
Now is life's corpus swathed in winding sheets.
Life's objects Reason knows not, Time defeats,
Ephemeral Man's season's span assigned:
Sun sets so soon, fresh generations, blind,
The treadmill turn till Destiny each meets.
Extract the marrow from both joy, deceits,
Refuse responsabilities that bind,
Yet freely give, forgive, in each day find
A motivation which base boredom beats.
Now is important, daily give and take,
NOW LIVE! As motto, Carpe Diem take!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Disengaged Warriors
Wearing darkness
With an empty smile
Conformed crowd
Safety in numbers
Gleefully mount
Their moral towers
Fruitless, lipservice
Scatters words
Wise in their own eyes
Deaf-blind to others
Campaign addicts
House – check
Green wellies - check
Holidays – check
Sat-Nav – Check
Cause for the day is…
Dib, dib, dib…O yes!
Badge, wristband – check
Like yes… really…ok….
Car – check
Causes – check
Opinion – unchecked.
Tirelessly they bore to death
Disengaged warriors for change
Pour lipservice onto wounds
Change for you, change for me,
No change for them – change – check.
Brown rice brigade - check
Disengaged – check!
poem by Adrian Wait
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One wanders on and wonders much - 1387 - Current Version
Pillows' billows set deceptive scene,
surface calm masks sadness few ignore,
one-sided sleep has hibernation been,
dreams teem with team but rhyme with rime in store.
Lonely, at dawn, one wanders from the room.
Experience seeds prudence. What before
may lie that may belie deception's gloom,
or answers find that confidence restore?
Day's page is turned, one mask asks of fate's doom,
festina lente? carpe diem's roar?
which way will stitch win, loss, uncertain loom -
responses rich? or hung, drawn, lovelorn core?
Door closed, one wanders on and wonders much
hope's tightrope comes at price too few dare touch.
(17 May 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Persistence Aquiescence Resistance Senescence
A QUI LE TOUR?
Persistence Aquiescence Resistance Senescence
PARS for the course FOREVER … à qui le tour
Forever's fleeting fame has been
Often cited though time's doom
Remains omnipotent, life's scene
Echanges vows that catacomb
Vast hides, - love's pride's interred unseen.
Enchantment Carpe Diem! sings,
Regrets projecting angel wings.
For angel wings and pastures green
Or hot lust, cold cussed, bust and boom,
Regretfully illusions' sheen
Ever reflect until dark tomb
Vain aspirations ploughs between
Each pair despair marks with time's ring.
R.I.P. can't quiescence bring.
6 April 2009
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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On Borrowed Time
O ne lonely life is offered knight or knave,
N o second chance is sent, though some would seek
B y bell, book, candle to sustain thread weak,
O r mask the blinding darkness of the grave.
R emember, ‘Carpe Diem! ’ Coward, brave,
R aise equal dust when ploughed, while pauper, sheik
O wn an equal plot when past plots speak
W ith Lethe’s tongue, and young men fresh paths pave.
E xistence fires derisive pyres, we’d wave
D eath’s dancing grin aside, but no technique
T hat’s known can conquer Time. Each day, each week,
I s sacrificed. Man stays the Future’s slave.
M inute more is minute minus [s]tress, -
E very moment leaves Man’s little, less...
© Jonathan Robin – acrostic sonnet written 28 September 1992
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Eternity Times Decisions
no time to waste
on audience present
will eternity wait?
seize the moment
seize the state
seize time slip shift
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Brackets 0269
Break down stored brackets, restore spirit's soar,
Refuse restrictions, even golden cage,
As fame has second thoughts, untimely age
Celebrity converts to dust. Therefore,
Karma of light and laughter seek, sure core,
Enlightenment before Life's final page
Turns to find one absent from its stage.
Steer truthwards, fancy, fiction, shed, sure shore.
Behind lies Lethe, Lethe lies before,
Recorded time provides no living wage
Afterwards for archivists who'd gauge
Concerns or motives held in times of yore,
Knowledge sift to lift life's lid and pour
Excited over causal links, engage
Tenaciously in quibbling why, wherefore.
Sing Carpe Diem while one holds life's floor.
(31 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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{A Wind of Change} (song lyrics)
A wind of change is coming.
This has been foreseen.
A wind of change is coming.
Soon it will be seen.
For if men are men,
and not mer mice.
Will stand our ground,
in this noble fight.
March around with flags held high.
Embrace the change
as it roles on by.
Won't stop it,
can't stop us.
You're eyes closed.
We see light.
A wind of change is coming.
As we steady on.
A wind of change is coming.
To this we will belong.
Can't kick us down,
can't pick a fight.
Will hold our own,
with all our might.
Where here where there
where every where.
Strengthened by the change,
nothing can compare.
Not alone,
change is life.
You lecture,
now we strike.
A wind of change is coming.
Clouds begin to clear.
A wind of change is coming.
Much like a snarling steer.
This noble fight,
now seems so right.
We've tested time,
and persevered.
Though hated, shunned,
and held in fear.
Carpe Diem is what will cheer.
It is time,
we won't die.
It's our right,
to live life.
poem by Seth Morrow
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Back In The Uk
Welcome posse!!!
Were kickin up!
Once again, we have the plan,
Driving you wild, as good as we can!
Dont stop us now, were gonna make you move,
Raving outside to the passionate groove...
So I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check! I wanna check!
The rick, the ferris, and mc h.p... scooter! back in the uk!
Yesss!!!
Come on!!!
Somewhere in england, banging the bass!
Join our trip, to this weird place!
Back to nature, where we can be...faster and harder, louder and free!
So I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check! I wanna check!
The rick, the ferris, and mc h.p...scooter! back in the uk!
Bass!!!
We started in 1994!
In 1996, were still on the case!
Hold tight crew!!!
Together...no one can stop us now!!!
So I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check! I wanna check!
The birds, the trees, the clouds, the sea ...the rick, the ferris, and mc h.p!!
song performed by by Scooter
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Check It Out
Million young poets
Screamin?out their words
To a world full of people
Just livin?to be heard
Future generations
Ridinon the highways that we built
I hope, that they have better understanding
Check it out
Goin to work on monday
Check it out
Got yourself a family
Check it out
All utility bills have been paid
You cant tell your best buddy
That you love him
So check it out
Where does our time go
Check it out
Got a brand new house in escrow
Check it out
Sleepin?with your back
To your loved one
This is all, we have learned
About happiness
Check it out,
Forgot to say hello to my neighbours
Check it out
Sometimes i question my own behavior
Check it out
Talkin?about the girls, weve
Seen on the sly
Just to tell our souls
Were still the young lions
So check it out
Gettin?too drunk on saturdays
Check it out
Playin?football with the kids
On sundays
Check it out
Soaring with the eagles all week long
And this is all, we have learned
About living
This is all, we have learned
About living
A million young poets
Screamin?out their words
Maybe someday
Those words will be heard
By future generations
Ridin?on the highways that we built
Maybe theyll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe theyll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe theyll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe theyll have a better understanding
Check it out
Hope theyll have a better understanding
Check it out ...
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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