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Churned energies must stir 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?

poem by Jonathan Robin
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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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Trust Yourself

Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to do the things that only you know best.
Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to do whats right and not be second-guessed.
Dont trust me to show you beauty
When beauty may only turn to rust.
If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to know the way that will prove true in the end.
Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to find the path where there is no if and when.
Dont trust me to show you the truth
When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
Well, youre on your own, you always were.
In a land of wolves and thieves.
Dont put your hope in ungodly man
Or be a slave to what somebody else believes.
Trust yourself
And you wont be disappointed when vain people let you down.
Trust yourself
And look not for answers where no answers can be found.
Dont trust me to show you love
When my love may only be lust.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Like No Tomorrow

It's time to live life like there's no tomorrow
Time to forget all the sorrow
Move on and trust
Do not put your faith in that which may rust
Or which moth may devour
Or things that go sour
Instead live your life without that doubt and disbelief
Throw away your grief
Make the most of that day
So that you won't have to say
I wish I would've done better, because you'll have done your best
And shrugged off the worry about the rest
But how does one achieve such peace and rest?
Put your trust in
The One who takes away sin
The only and true God, who gives such peace and joy
The one who gives a purpose and more than that... one you will enjoy
A purpose that is fulfilling
Just be willing
For once humble yourself and have faith, and live your life
Like there's no tomorrow
Because one day there really won't be, face it with no strife
And no fear, although the way is narrow
There is One with the power to pull you through
Who makes all things new
Be ready for that tomorrow where there is none
Live like there's no tomorrow because tomorrow there is no tomorrow
my son.

poem by David Knox
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Buddha at the Bodhi tree (Sri Lanka)

Here, to the oldest living tree
Pilgrims have flown, sailed, crawled and bussed
To feel its shade to know its strength
The world’s not owned but held in trust

It never withers, fresh shoots grow
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Does not apply to such a tree
The world’s not owned but held in trust

Buddha, in this tree’s motherland
Had conquered self and fear and lust
Now every seed the message gives
The world’s not owned but held in trust

Treasures you covet, things possessed
Silver and gold all turn to rust
Others will claim your home, your land
The world’s not owned but held in trust

Your little self’s a puff of smoke
To every living thing be just
Power brings responsibilities
The world’s not owned but held in trust

The fluttering leaves eternal tell
Man’s not immortal, die we must
Live a full life but live it well
The world’s not owned, but held in trust

poem by Sheena Blackhall
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Each Their Destiny To Be

The sea shells gather ash
As my bookshelf’s gather dust
As the lies in which you trust
Once in furnace turn to rust.

All the people that you see
All the smiles that come your way
Each their destiny to be
Each to them a word to say.

Free yourself of shackles binding
See your self the light all blinding
As the secret you are seeking
Becomes the secret you are finding.

poem by David Lacey
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Trust

A word on my desk with dust
enough to leave some rust

Just a little dust on the table of our life
trust is just another word for little white lies

I remember the bliss of love
But also of lust

Given in faith for trust
Thrown away on a desk full of dust.

on a promissory note so clear
Even evil could not endear

so wrong my dear
you are dancing in heaven
while I am stuck here in hell

angels tell me of your bliss
your trust and mine
I do miss.

poem by John Shea
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All the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.

quote by Kurt Vonnegut
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Roses In Madrid

Roses, Senors, roses!
Love is subtly hid
In the fragrant roses,
Blown in gay Madrid.
Roses, Senors, roses!
Look, look, look, and see
Love hanging in the roses,
Like a golden bee!
Ha! ha! shake the roses--
Hold a palm below;
Shake him from the roses,
Catch the vagrant so!

High I toss the roses
From my brown palm up;
Like the wine that bubbles
From a golden cup.
Catch the roses, Senors,
Light on finger tips;
He who buys red roses,
Dreams of crimson lips!
Tinkle! my fresh roses,
With the rare dews wet;
Clink! my crisp, red roses,
Like a castanet!

Roses, Senors, roses,
Come, Hidalgo, buy!
Proudly wait my roses
For thy rose's eye
Be thy rose as stately
As a pacing deer;
Worthy are my roses
To burn behind her ear.
Ha I ha! I can see thee,
Where the fountains foam,
Twining my red roses
In her golden comb!

Roses, Donnas, roses,
None so fresh as mine,
Pluck'd at rose of morning
By our Lady's shrine.
Those that first I gather'd
Laid I at her feet,
That is why my roses
Still are fresh and sweet.
Roses, Donnas, roses!
Roses waxen fair!
Acolytes my roses,
Censing ladies' pray'r!

Roses, roses, roses!
Hear the tawny bull
Thund'ring in the circus--
Buy your arms full.
Roses by the dozen!
Roses by the score!
Pelt the victor with them--
Bull or Toreador!

poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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Rings Of Gold

Gene thomas
I remember when you said
With this ring I thee wed
Now youve gone betrayed my trust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
Tears cant wash away the sin
Love thats dead cant live again
Knowing theres no hope for us
Turns those rings of gold to rust
Plans we made just yesterday
Sands of time have chipped away
Now theyve crumbled into dust
Love before was clean and pure
Never more can I be sure
You will not betray my trust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
Rings of gold have turned to rust

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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I Trust In Jesus

Before this body turns to dust
Before this world I leave
Upon The Lord I’ve placed my trust
Upon The Rock I’ll cleave

I’ve placed my trust in Jesus Christ
God’s Son of flesh and bone
The innocent Lamb sacrificed
I trust His word alone

I trust He chose for man to die
Then rose again to reign
That as God’s Seed He’d multiply
His flock when born-again

I trust His blood can cleanse the soul
I trust His blood can save
His very name can make us whole
And save us from the grave

I trust in Jesus’ loving care
I trust He bore my shame
I trust the love He came to share
Remains today the same

I trust the pardon Jesus bought
Can save this wretch from hell
I trust Salvation’s true report
My Saviour had to tell

Although the devil’s out to harm
Though Satan’s he’s out to kill
I trust my Lord’s almighty arm
I trust His righteous will

I trust my life to Christ The Lord
I trust in Heaven’s Door
I trust in God’s Almighty Sword
I’ll trust Him evermore…

poem by Michael P. Johnson
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I Trust In Jesus

Before this body turns to dust
Before this world I leave
Upon The Lord I've placed my trust
Upon The Rock I'll cleave
I've placed my trust in Jesus Christ
God's Son of flesh and bone
The innocent Lamb sacrificed
I trust His word alone
I trust He chose for man to die
Then rose again to reign
That as God's Seed He'd multiply
His flock when born-again
I trust His blood can cleanse the soul
I trust His blood can save
His very name can make us whole
And save us from the grave
I trust in Jesus' loving care
I trust He bore my shame
I trust the love He came to share
Remains today the same
I trust the pardon Jesus bought
Can save this wretch from hell
I trust Salvation's true report
My Saviour had to tell
Although the devil's out to harm
Though Satan's he's out to kill
I trust my Lord's almighty arm
I trust His righteous will
I trust my life to Christ The Lord
I trust in Heaven's Door
I trust in God's Almighty Sword
I'll trust Him evermore…

poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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Images of Stability

A shake up caused by all Earthquakes,
Removes the comfort...
Of any settled dust that has created rust,
That supports a false trust...
Too many rely on to stay,
In a 'forever and always' place.
That can be traced through generations.

With a delaying of those decisions,
Many of us put off...
Until the rays of another dawning day is faced.

Dismayed...
Are those awakening unprepared,
For the changes nature brings...
That leaves us to stare in disbelief,
At all of those images of stability...
Lost to evaporate and cease to be.
As if they were never there.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Love Without Trust

Today you say I love you too
Tomorrow you would say I hate you

Today you think about me
Tomorrow you would ask who is she

Today you love me
Tomorrow you would want to be free

Today you give me your all
Tomorrow steeling another girl’s heart is your goal

Today I fill your heart and mind
Tomorrow you would ask me to leave the memories behind

Today you hug me when I cry
Tomorrow you would tell me that our love is about to die

There is a big difference between today and tomorrow with you
Which made me lose my trust in you

You would expect me to tell you I love you too
But I will say I’ve lost my trust in you

Even if you are about to let go
I would tell you that I have lost my trust in you

Because when you went away
I took my own way
And learned to live the day by day

I prefer to be alone and get lost
Than to be with a person the cannot be trust

So our love would be filled with dust
Because there is no love without trust

poem by Lara Arnaout
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I trust JESUS.......