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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Brackets - 0269 Initial Version
Break down all brackets, let your spirit soar,
Refuse restrictions, even golden cage,
As fame has second thoughts as timely age
Celebrity converts to dusty store.
Karma of light and laughter seek, no more,
Enlightenment before the day Life's page
Turns to find one absent from its stage.
Swiftly guage what truth is, what is fiction, at Life's core
(30 August 1989)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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30th Page
My Life, my story,
Like a play on stage
A book with a tale
Year for me, for you just a page.
The first few ones
Day's innocent, beautiful age
But time gets hard,
was destined to rage
In teens imagined
Bird trapped in a cage
Who dreams freedom
Feathers all white with a little beige.
Twenties spent, in tests n struggle
Came of age, could measure n gauge
limits and restrictions, its all in ones head
its Liberation Day on my 30th page.
poem by Samima Shah
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Evergreen Scene 1894
New leaf turns ova over to time's page
Empowering another causal dance
Which rich may prove if clemence move luck, chance,
Love lending life free from restrictive cage.
Enchanted wand fond future grants, life's stage
Acts out authentic play, each circumstance
Faced with fairness, wishing-well advance
That tolerates neither envy, sin, nor rage.
Uncertainty dissolved by mindset sage
Reads good intentions, punctures arrogance,
Never coarse, insensitive, each glance
Shows kindness ever eager to engage
Open options, opportunities.
Voyage evergreen gifts golden keys.
(12 August 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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All Hope
All hope lies in tomorrow
Betrayed by yesterday
For every new horizon
There is a price to pay
The piper plays his tune
Holds out a hand for gilt
The memory cries a river
The wrong side of spilt milk
All hope lies in tomorrow
Forgetting yesterday
All hope is stored in thoughts
Arranged to form a play
There’s laughter and there’s intrigue
There’s sadness and there’s pain
Yet by the final act
Laughter rules again
All hope lies in tomorrow
Aphrodite by my side
To walk a brave new world
Athena as my guide
All hope lies in tomorrow
Under Helios’s light
To trust tomorrow to Themis
Her justice and her right
poem by Bill Smith
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A Litany of Lethe
O Lethe, hidden waters never dry,
We, all we weary and heavy-laden, cry,
O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!
--All we have sinnèd, and yet the scars remain.
--And we, all we had sorrow.--And we had pain.
O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!
Thou that dost flow from Death to Death through Sleep,
Whose waters are the tears of those that weep,
O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!
Thou that dost bring sweet peace to hospitals,
And to the captive openest prison-walls,
O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!
Thou that dost loose the soul from murdered Truth,
And youth from yesterday, and age from youth,
O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!
Thou from lost love remembered sett'st us free
From hopeless love, a lorn eternity;
O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!
Thou from repentance tak'st the sting, from vice
The memory of a forfeit Paradise;
O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!
Thou in our grief dost hide from us no less
The anguish of remembered happiness;
O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!
Thou that dost lay alike on all thy spell,
And free the saint from heaven, the wretch from hell,
O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!
Bring, bring soft sleep, and close all eyes for us,
Sleep without dreams, and peace oblivious;
O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!
We, all we weary and heavy-laden, cry,
Too tired to live, and yet too weak to die,
O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!
poem by Arthur Symons
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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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Lethe.
The waves of Lethe wash till we forget
Our earthy life and love; and 'twould appear
Before Time's tune possessed us, before we
Let fall the shadow of our meaning here —
Oh, it would seem that in another Lethe
We had been dipped as Death will dip us, to
Wash out the memory of ourselves, as though
Each stage had its own livery, and we threw
Off the old meaning, like the garments that,
Worn and occasion-soiled, men doff when they
Have to look natural in another sphere.
poem by Robert Crawford
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The Power Age
Key:-a - anita r - ray
R: welcome to the power age
Money, money, money
R: the power age its the new generation
We are the ones with no limitations
We had the iron and the stone
Now we got a new age that we own
But its not about the power that makes you blind
Its all about the the power thats in your mind
This is the time to get the power
The power age, this is the hour
So let the _ take you on _
A: woow...
So release all the pain that stood there before
A: this is the power age
So get with it, oyeah, you belong
Theres only one force that makes you strong
A: oh.. oh...
This is the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
A: break out of your cage; into the power age
R: the age of destruction, the age of hate
And the age of violence and the ages of late
Greed and gain thats all they care
Money, money, money, with enough to share
So get with it feel the vibration
The power age its just a sensation
You can feel it down in your soul
When you let the force take control
So by now you better know the deal
A: woow...
You gotta to get high to get real
A: this is the power age
Free you mind to disgage
Welcome to the power age
A: oh.. oh...
This is the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
R: this is the power age
This is the power age
Swing it
Swing it
A: get in to the power age!
A: cause we part of a new generation
R: the power age
A: woow.... this is the power age
R:yeah! the power age
A: woow.... this is the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
A: were reaching for the final destination
To break out of the cage
Get in to the power age
With all of the brand new generation
Its time to turn the page
We living in the power age
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Valleys Of The Mind
Search the dark channels of your mind
Where anything you seek you shall find.
Hidden feelings and thoughts
that you felt had been erased
Is now in another place.
A picture frame of everything that
you’ve been through- is stored in there too.
Your mind is a library of knowledge
Where everything is stored for future use.
It holds your hopes, your dreams, your ups and downs
This is where it’ll all be found.
Loves you’ve lost, and loves you’ve gained
No two are ever the same.
Take a ride through your mind
Of different places and different times.
Then there are times when you can peek
Outside of your mind, and have your life become defined.
The valleys of the mind is a complex thing
But with each turn a memory it brings.
When you take a vacation from the
Stresses of the times, it’s because
You’ve had it in your mind
poem by Louis Rams
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My life box
I have a life box
With locks and a key
My life box holds pain
And its covered in a chain
My life box holds so much strife
And is held together by my lover
My life box is dark
And its so stark
My life box is all pretend
So when will it end?
My life box is an act
And is all but fact
My Life box holds all my restrictions
Please help me stop this constriction.
poem by Amanda Benoit
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Priorities
PRIORITIES
Today’s priorities tomorrow fade,
dissolved, distorted by Time's tug of war.
What all important seemed one day before
turns sour before its zest to rest is laid,
incorporated into causal braid,
what’s left sewn through waft-weft of life’s rapports.
It serves no sense to fear what lies in store
for others, for oneself - life’s game is played
with Life itself, spurns Death's amoral spade.
Timed candle splutters, will f[l]ame rise once more,
or shroud itself in darkness, curtains draw,
veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid?
For passing sigh thrilled head’s held high, yet soon
both silver spoon and slum lie dumb, stilled tune.
f[l]ame = flame fame lame l'âme aim am me
3 December 2001 revised 10 December 2008
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Priorities
Priorities today, tomorrow fade,
dissolved, distorted by Time's tug of war.
What all important seemed the day before
turns sour before appointed hour, is laid
aside by patterns Cause, Effect may braid
into the waft and weft of their rapport.
It serves no sense to fear what lies in store
for others, for oneself, - life’s game is played
with Life itself, spurns Death's amoral spade.
The candle splutters, will f[l]ame rise once more,
or shroud itself in darkness, curtains draw,
veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid?
For passing sigh-space head’s held high, yet soon
all is dissolved for slum or silver spoon...
3 December 2001
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lies
Chorus
Lies, lies, using lies as alibis
Lies, lies, just a devil in disguise
Its the same game
Played in so many ways
Everyone is the victim too
Its just a waste of time
Made for simple minds
So why do people insist on lies
Ill give my life a different way
Refuse to let myself become a victim
Getting caught you in a vicious web of lies, they can hurt you
And destroy you, you watch out for lies, just a devil in disguise
Chorus
The nations leaders as well as teachers
Practice lies as a way of lie, yes they do
So think before you speak
Cause what you sow you reap
The truth will always come to light
Will we ever learn one day
That telling lies always bring to matters
Misery and sometimes pain
Chorus x4
Rap
Lies and deceit
Yes its running real rampant
Communities suffering, yo I cant stand it
When we think of lies we tend to think of politicians
But what about the husband whos on a mission
Lying to his wife so he can get it on and get some
Coming back home with a dumb expression
Written on a face that hes guilty as a criminal
Its time to change your attitude
People do you hear me, dont listen
To a funky rhyme thats kickin knowledge that we need
We lie about our hair
And we know we got a weave
Politicians lie about the things theyre gonna do
And everybodys tale affects me and you
A smoker lies about the money that he stole
And a dope dealer never tells you how he got his gold
I guess what debbie t. is really trying to say
When you break it all down were all the same
Ill live my life a different way
Refuse to let myself be caught up
In a vicious web of lies
song performed by by En Vogue
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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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Life roads
We all have different life roads,
we all think which one to choose,
some choose their road and crawl it,
they have no wish to fly.thinking it's a wit.
It's hard for them to learn the truth of life,
such people go with the tide
and fear like a hare living in a form with fright;
their feelings and soul are hidden,
they are always afraid to be bitten;
they take life as a boring groove,
it's so difficult for them to move.
Some people think that happiness -
living in a golden cage.
They speak with rage about freedom;
the golden cage is their stage.
In relation to some of those who get freedom:
they fuss, they dash about,
don't know what to do with it
and their life also becomes a rut,
they step on their own foot.
May be Shakespeare's famous words were true
'Life is a stage, and we are all actors'.
We all have entrances and our exits,
we take them as facts and persist.
But I would like to sing a song for those
who were not afraid to fall
but did everything in their power,
strained themselves in the utmost.
They had enough courage and strength
to get up and go on up the hill,
having their greatest will
they can surely pay for their life bill.
The science of life is so complicated
and only by God it can be rated.
But the roads of life are all self created.
Larisa R(Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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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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Crucial Questions 0927 Current Version
Channelled energy must churn accumulated dust.
hereafters show scant scope for blossoms fresh to flower.
aired options in Cornucopia & Co evaporate bare rust.
new mantle don to save eleventh hour.
gather, before you sup, Life's roses, perfumed power,
exhilaration s[c]ent. Who'd in Tomorrow trust?
All life links into chains whose sk[e]ins evolve
as day and night spin circle seasons' clock.
Accelerating change spurs youth to mock
old cycles - life leaves little space to solve
crucial questions before cocoons dissolve
as dust, forgotten before we unlock
doors to answers that - if found - might shock.
Few grasp ‘Why? When? ' intrinsically involve
uncertainties societies seldom solve -
lies turning truths steal through time's steel door, knock.
This means far more than information stock
as Life's equations' causal wheels revolve
round intuitions treading track tire way
to 'whee[d]le' ‘truth' within in short s[p]in stay.
Apprenticeship is process which reminds
of stages spun, cocoon to chrysalis,
ceaselessly recycled 'til time's blinds
are drawn to find no memory men miss.
Tedious ties of social intercourse
in transit through their metamorphosis
evolve until accepted as divorce
between guess, stress, contest, and catharsis.
Thus crucial questions spin round 'cogito
ergo sum' sum birth, mirth, dearth, earth his_
_story, half-truth tale told 'til time to go.
Is search for self as such non sequitur,
Eye is earth's centre, end, rough edge to cure.
Until 'our revels ended these our actors'
seem figurants in egocentric dream,
contributing passive causal factors
to acts on stage off centre, though they teem.
This team's composed of isolate reactors
each testing Why? and Wherefore? as we deem
appropriate to phantom subcontractors
subservient to whim whipped cream of cream.
Thus solipsist must test through interactors
how life's flow's fed 'til fled when soul would seem
transformed to other stage, turns page refractors
to earn star centre point in further scheme.
Can crucial questions ever disappear
when far is near and in between, there here?
(11 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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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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Softness which Seduces Current Version 0453
Relaying sunlight sheet on forest floor,
curves fondling fronds whose silkiness she shares,
sweet softness which seduces, knows no cares,
and, careless, thus seduces all the more.
What matter if love-struck strangers at life's door
admiring stares, rare Beauty knows she's fair,
glows knowing those around her dare to swear
they'd seek 'neath skin deep corps to reach soft core,
for flowers bloom an hour before the score
is called and flesh departs to, lord knows where!
If Beauty's Truth, both stimulate despair
seen through Time's rushlight nothing can restore.
Blush thoughts through soul-star system ripple, river,
find mind at sea, skin shivers all a-quiver.
(14 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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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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Calculations Fail
Can knowledge any sense in life retain?
All trace in space must some day disappear.
Life's calculations fail, ambitions vain.
Colours, now magic, soon no longer here
Unknown sounds, scents tomorrow shall remain.
Love's lightning, having struck, moves on, a mere
After-ripple on time's wave, cleansed clear.
The struggle ceases, Lethe, down the drain
Is every trace flushed before we can gain
One insight on Life's mysteries, or steer
New trips through dreams, few dreams themselves appear
Sense bearing whose waft, weft, need never wane.
FAll follows pride, soul weighed by feather light,
ILl starred our ride, bright spark mid endless night.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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