Burnt Fingers - 0028
My stockbroker said: 'Do not wait!
If you hesitate it is too late!
Buy Burmah, one - ten,
an upturn is certain,
their North Sea interests are just great!
On portfolio now lies a weight,
whose tale is too sad to relate,
the share is suspen
none know until when,
but the name of that broker does grate!
(12 January 1975)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Your wish is great (to my grandson)
Your wish is great
But don't be late!
No one denies
That time flies.
Do not relate
That it's a tale!
Yes, you can fail
And make mistakes
In this or other case.
But do be strong!
Your life is long.
And don't be wrong!
Do not complain!
But try again!
Your wish is great!
You shouldn't wait
For Fairy to come
Or for someones alarm
But do your best!
And you'll be blessed.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Who Hesitates is Lost
Four lettered word is hesitate
afraid great hopes earn ashen grate.
bright star turned char, flight's broken chain
with sunshine's reign's replaced by rain.
Haste not, nor waste, reciprocate
true trust which won't prevaricate.
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Tasted keenly, lost love, pain
one-sided seem again, again,
yet dreams could well anticipate
life's scheme ahead when - not too late -
tail's tale spins heads when two, wed, gain
twinned soul idyllic. Don't complain
time leaves tears, grieves. At any rate
wait not, knock on, till open gate.
(9 September 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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How Do You Stop?
By dan hartman and charlie midnight
Hard bodies
Soft emotions
So fast
So smart
The world is at your feet
But what about your heart?
Fame and fortune cant hold you tight
In the late late hours of the night
How do you stop
Before its too late?
You choose and you lose
If you hesitate
How do you stop
Before its too late?
You think love will wait
So you dont hold on
And then its gone
Youve had success-
Lots of fancy friends
Youve tasted the good life
You thought it would never end
One day youre too young
Then youre in your prime
Then youre looking back at the hands of time
How do you stop
Before its too late?
You choose and you lose
If you hesitate
How do you stop
Before its too late?
You think love will wait
So you dont hold on
And then its gone
How do you stop a runaway train?
How do you stop the driving rain?
How do you stop the ripening corn?
How do you stop a baby being born?
How do you stop
Before its too late?
You choose and you lose
If you hesitate
How do you stop
Before its too late?
How do you stop?
Youre lost if you hesitate ...
How do you stop
Love from slipping away?
How do you stop
Before its too late?
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Be A Broker
As a broker, I’m not conscious
Of the result and weight on me,
Sensing no aftermath effect.
Be a broker to God in works.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Gestation - For You I Wait
For you I wait
On Nature’s way,
Run round night, day,
Yet stand on fate.
One month too late
Unseen from play
I'll slip away
Won't stand on state -
At golden gate
In Peter's plate,
To time a prey.
I’ll wile away
Now while you wait -
Growth rapid, great.
Each cell array
Strings D.N.A.
To duplicate.
Amalgamate
The smiles that sway
In interplay
Our joys, our fête,
New meeting's date!
Gesticulate
Explains brain's way
Says much of rate
The changes weigh
In, conjugate
Conflict, delay,
Until debate
Lifts cares away
As questions skate
To answers sway.
Ideas, sung, may
Now percolate,
Gain strength, relay
Its not too late!
Now heed display
Anticipate
Smiles in a spate
Open truth's ray
None ever may
Gainsay or grate,
To populate
Our every day
Divinely gay.
As we relate,
Yes, gest states jest... guess I just ate!
© Jonathan Robin – acrostic For You I Wait In Gestation Gesticulating In A Song Today
written 26 March 2005 modified 12 April 2008
For you I wait
On Nature’s way,
Run round night, day,
Yet stand on fate.
One month too late
Unseen from play
I slip away
Won't stand on state -
At golden gate
To time a prey.
I’ll wile away
Now while you wait -
Growth rapid great
Each cell array
Sets D.N.A.
To duplicate.
Anticipate
The smiles that sway
In interplay
Our joys, our fête,
New meeting's date!
If this song may
Lift cares away
Let percolate
Smiles in a spate
Intense, a ray
None ever may
Gainsay or grate, -
To populate
Our every day
Divinely gay.
As we relate,
Yes, I gest state jest guess just ate!
26 March 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Waiting For The Man
Wait (disgrace)
I know I shouldn't, but we'll wait (such a pretty face)
I know the time is getting late ( such a waste)
And here is what you hesitate (such a pretty face)
But still I really wish that you'd wait ( such a waste)
Although the passion might abate (such a pretty face)
And find you in another state (it's such a state)
That will seem just as a mistake (it's such a waste)
Oh baby, I really think that I oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Wait (it was such a waste)
I really wouldn't want your hate (it's such a pretty face)
Certainly not after like late ( such a waste)
You wanna give not only take (it's such a pretty face)
I know propriety is such a waste (it's such a disgrace)
But then it says you really have to wait (such a pretty face)
Considering the present state ( such a waste)
Don't change my mind at such a late stage ( such a waste)
Oh baby, don't you think you oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Wait
Oh, now baby, how I wish you would wait
I really wish you'd hesitate
Oh, baby, baby please why don't you wait
Oh, how I really wish you'd wait
Oh, how I wish you'd hesitate
( someday)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Wait
Wait (disgrace)
I know I shouldnt, but well wait (such a pretty face)
I know the time is getting late (... such a waste)
And here is what you hesitate (such a pretty face)
But still I really wish that youd wait (... such a waste)
Although the passion might abate (such a pretty face)
And find you in another state (its such a state)
That will seem just as a mistake (its such a waste)
Oh baby, I really think that I oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Wait (it was such a waste)
I really wouldnt want your hate (its such a pretty face)
Certainly not after like late (... such a waste)
You wanna give not only take (its such a pretty face)
I know propriety is such a waste (its such a disgrace)
But then it says you really have to wait (such a pretty face)
Considering the present state (... such a waste)
Dont change my mind at such a late stage (... such a waste)
Oh baby, dont you think you oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Ooohhh ...
Ooohhh ...
Ooohhh ...
Ooohhh ...
Wait
Oh, now baby, how I wish you would wait
I really wish youd hesitate
Oh, baby, baby please why dont you wait
Oh, how I really wish youd wait
Oh, how I wish youd hesitate
...
...
(... someday)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Forever before Never
FOREVER BEFORE NEVER
Beneath stone slab forever lies
broker who could not devise
a way to pass on – sympathise! -
Rights Called when Death culled by surprise
And early Options exercised.
For him, for yours, bore worm supplies
answer unsought ‘neath sunny skies.
Bond Issues G[u]ilt cannot disguise,
recycle Shares of earth[l]y sighs.
Instructive Income, Prime rate wise
is Bonus gratis, - I’ll surmise:
Enjoy the day, before one dies,
life’s love true Love intensifies.
Insurance under in any guise
ignored is once will’s parchment dries.
Fee Contract, contact free, belies
fragility, no fortune buys
eternity when dock denies
soul’s sole appeal as none arise
when life’s Foreclosed, or rectifies
Mortgage Debenture - too late for cries
adventure over, severed ties.
Skeletal sods like last goodbyes
few mortals care to recognize
for Time forever forwards flies.
23 April 1990 revised 11 February 2009
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for previous version entitled On a Stockbroker see below
On a Stockbroker
Beneath this slab forever lies
a broker who could not devise
a way to pass on (sympathise) ,
the Rights that Death would exercise.
An thus it is the worm supplies
a Bond which G[u]ilt cannot disguise,
recycling Shares of earth[l]y sighs.
An Income of instruction wise
is offered gratis, - I’ll surmise:
Seek to enjoy, before one dies,
the love that Love intensifies,
assistance under in any guise
offer free beneath these skies
for Time forever forwards flies.
23 April 1990
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Institutional Investment
Keep some ten percent in hand,
it is best to do.
Pick a share in every land,
or, if you can, two.
If all this you understand,
and can follow through,
everything will be just grand,
there’s naught you will rue!
14 January 1975 robi3_0034
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I Wonder How
When penning subtle poetry
I wonder how I came to be
the pale stockbroker all may see!
I’ll not accept captivity,
would fain forego every penny
I earn to stay completely free...
18 March 1975
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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I Will Wait
There was a time
When all I thought that I wanted
Was someone to touch me
Like I thought everyone was touched
What did I know, what was I thinking
What did I know, what was I thinking
I remember
There was someone that I wanted
Now shes a face at the reunion of 66
What did she know, what was she thinking
And did she know that I convinced myself
I couldnt survive
Sometimes you have to wait
Youre pushing but that stone wont move
And you hesitate to give yourself away
There was a time
When all I thought that I needed
Was someone to tell me
I was making the perfect move
What did I know, what was I thinking
What did I know, what was I thinking
All I wanted was a holy exemption
I had a license to tell everyone
Where its at
What did they know, what were they thinking
And did they know that I would only hear
The things I desired
So I would wait
Im pushing but that stone wont move
And I hesitate to give myself away
And there was a time
When all I thought that I wanted
Was to live in a world
Where everyone knew what love is for
What do I know, what am I thinking
Nobody knows that the hour is getting late
So I will wait for it forever
I will wait for it
Though I know the hour is getting late
I will wait for it forever
I will wait for it
Though I know the hour is getting late
song performed by by Utopia
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Muse
Will you ever chance to meet
someone who’s as soft and sweet
as the fair form who I greet
on and off - my mistress meet!
14 January 1975 revised 3 May 2005 robi3_0035
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Muse
Will you ever chance to meet
someone who’s as soft and sweet
as the fair form who I greet
every day, my wife so neat!
14 January 1975
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Hesitation Blues
Well, a nickel is a nickel, a dime is a dime
I need a new man, lord I know I wont mind.
Tell me how long, dear, do I have to wait ?
Can I get you now, dear, must I hesitate ?
Well now, the eagle on the dollar says in God we trust
You say you wont obey me, you wanna see that dollar first
How long, dear, do I have to wait ?
Can I get you now, dear, mm, must I hesitate ?
Lord, if the river was made of whiskey an I was a duck,
Id just swim to the bottom an Id never come up.
How long, dear, mm, do I have to wait ?
Why, can I get you now, dear, mm, must I hesitate ?
Now theres rocks down in the ocean and theres fish in the sea,
I know you mean the whole world to me.
How long, dear, must I have to wait ?
Can I get you now, dear, mm, must I hesitate ?
I got them hesitation stockings, I got them hesitation shoes,
Lord knows I got them hesitation blues.
Tell me, how long do I have to wait ?
Why, can I get you now, dear, mm, must I hesitate ?
Yeah!
That sounds good!
That sounds ...
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Strategy
Yours is the strategy forthcoming and straightforward,
Blindingly followed by troops of disciples,
Jostled by the real strategy and realer men,
Fortress I dream of to solve the unsolvable.
Many words are afraid of this courageous upturn,
I say it is the upturn, and a bend in directed sense,
Prudent sense and upturn, beautiful way of Life.
Death is not the result of beauty and extra beauty is.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Let's Wait Awhile (remix)
LET'S WAIT AWHILE
Janet Jackson
There's something I want to tell you
There's something I think that you should know
It's not that I shouldn't really love you
Let's take it slow
When we get to know each other
and we're both feeling much stronger
Then let's try to talk it over
Let's wait awhile longer
Remember that special night?
When all of the stars were shining bright
We made our first endeavor to stay together
We made our very first promise
To love, to share and be real honest
But on that very first night
It wasn't quite right
Let's wait awhile before it's too late
Let's wait awhile, our love will be great
Let's wait awhile before we go too far
I didn't really know not to let all my feelings show
to save some for later so our love will be greater
You said you would always love me
Remember I said the same thing too
You don't have to be frightened with my love
Because I'll never give up on you
Let's wait awhile, before it's too late
You know, you can't rush love
Let's just take our time
Love's so good - sure I'll love will be there
Slow it down
I promise, I'll be worth the wait
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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You Wear Those Eyes
You wear those eyes that never blink
You always were the missing link
You paint your mouth, you let me know
You really are the only show
Just take your time
Its not too late
Ill be your mirror
You wont hesitate
Im easy to be found
Whenever you come down
You got that walk, you do the stroll
You make me lose my ground control
You got that look I cant resist
Like something missing, never kissed
Just take your time
(just take your time)
Its not too late
(its not too late)
Ill be your mirror
(just take your time)
So you wont hesitate
Im easy to be found
Whenever you come down
You do the pogo without the bounce
You got the name I cant pronounce
You fall in love (you fall in love) you like the sting
You make believe (you make believe) its everything
Just take your time
(just take your time)
Its not too late
(its not too late)
Ill be your mirror
(just take your time)
So you wont hesitate
Im easy to be found
Whenever you come down
(just take your time)
(its not too late)
(repeat)
song performed by by Cars
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Who Is Calling You
Deep within the silence,
we hear our name called.
We never know what for,
only that we are summon,
for something, we must do,
whether it be to love someone
or give a little care.
It could be that a life
someone needs to share.
So when from within the silence
someone calls your name.
You never ever hesitate
and answer it just the same.
You answer because you never know
who is calling you.
15 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Rolling Thunder
(pal waaktaar/mags)
Its the weight below us
And our fate before us
Like a rolling thunder
Rolling up from under
Dont ever leave this way
I know its getting harder, but hey
If your world should crumble, yeah
And the rain gets in
Running through your skin
Soaking you outside in
The rain ... see it falling
But I dont know how long it will be
Until the storms over
But Ill wait
I will
Like the years of silence
To the growing violence
Like a rolling thunder
Rolling up from under
Dont ever leave me this way
Wait a little longer, yeah, stay
Through all the night I tumble, yeah
When the rain comes in
I will shed my skin
Losing it from within
See the rain ... its falling
But I wont be leaving your side
Until all is over
Ill wait
I will
So many lifetimes youve been waiting for it
All through the good times when you tried to ignore it
You hesitate
Its come too late
You hear the sound
Of when wheels engage
When the rain comes in
I will shed my skin
Losing it from within
song performed by by A-Ha
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Salesman
There once was a salesman who swore
he could ope, without keys, any door,
the police called one day
to take him away,
he won’t be seen here anymore;
12 January 1975 robi3_0030_robi3_0000
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Always
No-one cares,
nobody,
sick of stares,
so lonely.
Through salt tears
I beg thee,
in thy prayers
think of me!
(13 January 1975)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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