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Each second spins, dissolves, fresh mesh to weave
flesh minutes in strange sequence, interlace
the hours which daily years refresh to race
ganesh unknown.
Each thought wave ripples outwards to conceive
a cause/effect relationship few trace
and fewer find the time to interface
with the unsown.
Yet all makes sense where channels to receive
decode what static seems to those who’d lace
the edges of their cells of time and place
together thrown
while Time itself, intending to deceive,
here tosses coin, replaces tail with face,
there spin repeats, initial choice erase
with cards unshown.
What some receive as Gospel, strong believe,
others hold as heresy, disgrace.
Black, white, day, night, lack insight to replace
with hid what’s shown.
On ignorance credes feed when doubters cleave
to certitudes where, insecure, they chase
from fount to font minds blind or lower case,
can’t call their own
an attitude where tolerance would leave
for others understanding, living space
to foster common interest with good grace,
not pick a bone.
Thread true to pattern, facettes fractal reeve
retinal after-image to encase
the here and now in setting far from base –
hear, how’s, tune-tone.
Each thought wave push me-pull you t(r) ies to heave
sigh of relief, - burst bottlenecks Change brace
for interlink to ink invent, deplace
accent ‘chance’ blown.
Life Lakshmi surfs on foam of make-believe,
leaves fall, leave echo (c) old, untold, embrace
the stirrings of another zeitgeist’s pace …
as challenge prone.
Second thoughts conjur hell or saving grace,
momentum gathered rushes on a-pace,
continuous, relentless, rolling race
to the unknown…
Outline sketched 12 October 2005 rewritten 14 November 2006
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Is Man Free Will or karmic puppet strung
upon Fate's juggling whim with sting or stung
dependant on some déjà vu song sung
by Time's wind blown?
Thus, 'What is Truth? ' if logic's made to fit
some preconceived ideas, Cartesian kit:
'The moving finger writes, and having writ
moves on' to clone
another pawn whose dawn is followed soon
by blight or boon, pride's sunny afternoon
is swift supplanted by black night. Buffoon
who would gold own!
Who seeks control, spurns writing on the wall
is often role-reversed, flight's final fall,
who takes theme 'dream supreme', who 'hears the call'
may be just drone.
What Tao to follow, what gleans win, means lose,
what grief's choice try, buy, what joy's track refuse?
Hindsight finds, binds vice voice to confuse
what's light, what's stone.
Hindsight tricks weal's wicks, drum double-bind,
dream mirage offers hesitating mind,
as what before remains, what's left behind,
hopes overthrown,
depends on more than superficial weave wound
on waft and weft success or failure found,
on pride or fall. Peak's call, cave underground,
mirth, dearth, atone.
Insight holds good when goal's perceived, race run
with trust, integrity, deception shunned,
with Fate's thread spun what seems done's just begun,
take stock alone.
Seconds spin, dissolve, fresh mesh weaves lace,
flesh minutes in strange sequence, interlace
the hours which daily years refresh to race
Ganesh unknown.
Each thought wave ripples out, conceives trump's ace
as cause/effect relationship few trace
and fewer find the time to interface
fate's seeds unsown.
All makes sense when channelled, radar's trace
decodes what static seems to those who'd lace
the edges of their cells of time and place
together thrown
Time deceives, re-edits joy, disgrace
here tosses coin, replaces tail with face,
there spin repeats, initial choice erase
with cards unshown.
What some believe as Gospel state of grace,
others hold heresy, biased debunk, debase.
Black, white, day, night, lack insight to replace
with hid what's shown.
On ignorance creeds feed, doubts cleave to base
on certanties' tease, insecure, they chase
from fount to font minds blind or lower case,
can't call their own
trust, tolerance leave or misplace
understanding, for neighbours living space
to foster common interest with good grace,
not pick a bone.
Thread pattern, fractal facettes reeve, erase
retinal after-image to encase
the here and now in setting far from base,
hear 'how's' tune-tone.
Thought waves pushmi-pully, surge, merge,
heave sigh of relief, burst bottlenecks embrace
Change interlink to ink invent, deplace
accent ‘chance' blown.
Surf foams with make-believe, fears future's face
leaves fall, leave echo [c]old, untold, embrace
the stirrings of another zeitgeist's pace
as challenge prone.
Second thoughts conjur hell or saving grace,
momentum gathered rushes on a-pace,
continuous, relentless, rolling race
to the unknown.
[19 June 2012]
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Unique
Silk seconds string net spider-strong to weave
minute spun-sequence skeins which interlace
hours which in turn days turn to years that race
to knit an unknown fate. No need to grieve.
For from Life's cup joy stems which win reprieve
from Gods, grown jealous of the human race.
Cause and effect are manifest, - one face
coeval with charm eternal can receive
accolades none challenge, disbelieve.
Innate these qualities, where talent, grace,
integrate the skills that interface
potential never hitherto achieved.
All future generations must regret
They lived not now, - such gifts none shall forget!
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Silk seconds string net spider-strong to weave
minute spun-sequence skeins which interlace
hours which in turn days turn to years times trace
to spin an unknown fate. No need to grieve.
For from Life's cup joy stems which win reprieve
from Gods, grown tired of pride's human face.
Cause and effect are manifest, - one race
coeval with eight spindle legs receive
accolades none challenge, disbelieve,
potential insects never could achieve.
(25 April 1990 revised 22 August 2006)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Who Else?
Each second spins a silken thread to weave
the minutes which take turns to interlace
the hours which days through years spin tears to race
towards an unknown destiny. Don’t grieve,
for in Life’s cup there’s joy which could deceive
the Gods, grown jealous of the human race.
This blossom has both human name and face
coeval with one smile, so I believe, -
who else since Troy’s fair Helen could receive,
such charm, intelligence and simple grace?
These qualities unique here interface
with talents never hitherto achieved...
all future generations will regret
they lived not now, - her fame none shall forget...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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On Apes and Angels
We time together for some little space
Each adding unto each when harmony
Advances understanding, spirits free,
Rewards unneeded where acceptance trace
Enscribes upon the book of life. No race,
As difference mingles through the 'he in she'.
Some parts speak heart, some mindspeak, some may be
Too scared, too scarred, to trust amazing grace,
Refusing opportunities replace
Alliance open-end annuity.
None are all apes, none angels are that see
Great expectations through that interlace
Ever spokes Cause, Effect, put into place.
Most are part angel, primate part, mate we
In meeting may mutate wait's weight to be
Not breath constrictive which blind eye won't face,
Generating rather interface
Lifting ape to angel, when agree
Inner angels need reality,
Need also space to grow and to touch base.
Glimpsing future song ape's density
Only grasps when Time extends its see
Far from minds' current streams which soon erase
All trace of what might possibly debase
Perpetual search of self - and right to flee,
Eliminate choice offered as a key
An angel wise rejects - preferring chase,
New challenge daily, turns down 'just in case'
Desires and aspirations think link key.
Ape, down to earth, asserts priority
No angel could endorse for narrow pace
Goodwill may seem to squander not embrace,
Empathy mistrusts top/down celerity.
Life mingles ape and angel, colours minds,
Sorrow seldom see[k]s what free joy finds...
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I want to be with you always
I want to be with you always
That is what my heart says…
I want to be with you always
All the nights and all the days
I want to be with you always
Like the two eyes on your face.
I want to be with you always….
Be it devil’s curse or God’s grace
I want to be with you always
For you, no one can replace.
I want to be with you always….
In the warmth of your embrace
I want to be with you always…
As without you, I’m just a trace.
I want to be with you always
Like Hanuman Ji and his mace!
I want to be with you always
Be it fame or disgrace.
I want to be with you always…
Like a frock’s embroidered lace
I want to be with you always....
For you, from my life I cannot erase.
I want to be with you always
Be it life’s race or gentle pace
I want to be with you always
You are my world’s every place.
I want to be with you always
In my life’s cards, you are the Ace.
I want to be with you always....
Wherever I am, you fill that space.
I want to be with you always
Death, are you listening?
If you take him, take me
And let me rest my case.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Sane seems insane
Societal challenge: momentum gathers pace.
Another thirty years? our span of grace
Now seems in meltdown clinging to a space
Extremely tenuous, fragile as race
Speeds to untimely end for human race.
Early or late trend tends towards disgrace,
Early or late Fate leaves behind no trace -
May in December ends in any case.
Sane and in[s]ane identically chase
Ideals predestined to black hole bleak. Brace
Now before bleak winds of change unlace
Storms Richter scarce suspected and uncase
Apocalypse which ‘progress’ will replace.
Necks thrust through Time's noose, loose ends, harsh Past
End of Days Present, Future b[l]ind - die cast.
1 December 1991 revised 31 October 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Do Re Mi
DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO
anagram
DO I FORMALISE, DOAT?
Mind finds through magic interface
enchantment in soft smile whose grace
leaves senses reeling into space.
Form, face, inspires as, in disgrace,
Time disappears, and in its place
all doubts dissolved, we solve life’s chase.
Mingling, jingling, words may trace
cheer and charm which interlace
heart with heart, - no commonplace
encounter doubles pulse rate race.
It sudden seems, in any case,
prismatic colour tones replace
monochrome monochord most embrace
12 June 1997 revised 1 October 2005
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DO I FORMALISE, DOAT?
anagram
DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO
Has music found fresh form and face
Enchanting in a smile whose grace
Leaves senses reeling into space?
Each note breathes light as, in disgrace,
Now Time departs, and in its place
Eternity all doubts does chase.
So, as a mirror, words here trace
Cheer whose charm may interlace
Heart with heart, - no commonplace
Magic doubles pulse rate race!
It sudden seems, in any case,
That rainbow colours may replace
The black and white our lives embrace!
12 June 1997
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MUSICAL ANAGRAM RIDDLE
N.B. For explanation see NOTES below
Do I Formalise, Doat?
I, don, review rare mind’s fair trace,
solar, timeless, doubts does chase.
Read miracle: fab sonnet’s lace
ties down, adopts real mine, faith’s solace.
Stirred, dodging dogma dire, smiles face
soft lines layered tight, rhyme’s dovetailed grace,
adore remix fast sown in place,
title docent. Don’t rest! - mid famed phrase
some laughter tickles, doubles pace,
dopes reason’s mission. Fate’s sound plays
still dole doat’s reel, might fan song lays.
Tired dodo screeds mime, false sots base
replace stitched verse, - dolts’ doggrel’s shown
remiss, fades soon, lasting dome unknown.
DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO - Anagram of Do I Formalise, Doat?
24 June 2006 revised 7 February 2009
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See also Do Re Mi
12 June 1997 revised 1 October 2005
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Musical Anagram Riddle
Do I Formalise, Doat?
I doat on ready smile, fair grace,
solar, timeless, doubts does chase.
Real miracle, fate’s song I lace,
‘Tis door adored, might fancy solace,
stings doctor, dowse regrets minds face.
Soft language, tireless, dodges trace,
docile reminds facts somehow place
title down, don’t rest, misplace
fable so laughter tickles, doubles pace,
dons, unrevealed, a mirage space
fantastic sounding to replace
tired dodo wretched mish-mash, base,
false, sorry prose. Lake poet, ace,
tight dons – no dotard – styled embrace.
24 June 2006.
NOTES
DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO –
Anagram of
Do I Formalise, Doat
Given different resolutions formatting has proved difficult therefore the letters that are not indispensable have been replaced by Xs
x DOx RExxxx xxx xMIxx, FAxx xxxxx,
SOLAx, TIxxxxxx, DOxxxx DOxx xxxxx.
RExx MIxxxxx, FAxs SOxxxxx LAxx,
TIxx DOxx xDOxxx RExx MIxxx FAxxx SOLAxx,
xTIxxxx DOxxxxx DOxxx xxRE xMIxxx FAxx.
SOxx xxxx LAxxxxx TIxxx xxxxx xxxxx,
xDOxxx REMIxxx FAxxx SOxxxxx xLAxx
TIxxx DOxx, DOx’x RExx, MIxxxxxx
FAxxx SO LAxxxxx TIxxxxx, DOxxxxx xxxx,
DOxx, xxRExxxxx, x MIxxxx xxxxx
FAxxxxxxx SOxxxxxx xx xxxLAxx
TIxxx DODO xRExxxxx MIxx-xxxx, xxxx,
FAxxx, SOxxx xxxxx. LAxx xxxx, xxx,
TIxxt, DOxxxtx, – xx DOxxxx – xxxxxx xxxxxxx.
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Cusp Choice - 0548
Coincidence spins web when into place
life slips choice puzzle pieces in due time.
Flair/feeling twins awareness of fall, climb,
keys karmic scene between lines few dare face.
Dreams decode subtle signals, interface
past, present, future, patterns sees through grime,
aligning intersections, prose rerhyme.
Pace swift and slow tune into links to trace
instinctive correspondence, interlace
unique potential, untapped options prime,
deny the base which smothers in its slime,
Cause, effect, await cusp's state of grace.
"Chance" intercepts flow's waves, 'free choice' would bring
order into chaos, tune fate's [s]wing.
(15 January 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Collective Chrysalis
Before tired tocsin tolls, notes final dawn
objections bowls to smithereens, blasts corn,
beauty need know no double face,
ambiguity's about-face.
Beholder and beholden lace
together love in love's embrace
each beat completes sweet other's pace.
Be forward, ward off wardens, trough or storm,
accounts drawn, love withdrawn or jealous scorn.
Base all on sharing, never base,
replace conformist time and place
with acceptance and erase
all pettiness too commonplace
that mars, that bars true state of grace.
Before last keynote speech leaves pages torn,
reach out, life's rose shows scent's well worth time's thorn.
There's neither chaser, chaste disgraced,
comparisons to draw, changed taste.
Fulfillment never runs to waste.
Collective chrysalis encased
in love's state states case for fresh trace.
for previous version entitled Lids Can Open 20050322 see below
Lids Can Open
After midnight tolls, before the dawn
insight objections bowls, won't be foresworn
beauty knows no double face
beholder and beholden trace
together love in love's embrace
where each heart charts the other's pace.
Drop keynote speech, leave pages torn,
reach out, out reach, rose needs no thorn,
there is no chaser and no chase
there's no disgrace but only grace
and one shared chrysalid in case
the lid can open, fears erase.
(30 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Contentment
Where Cupid wears no double face, -
beholder and beholden trace
together love in love's embrace
as each heart charts the other's pace.
No rush, no crush, no pride of place,
nor hide, nor free-ride commonplace,
as two take time to interface
outside of time in any case.
There’s chaste, no chaser and no chase,
there's no disgrace but only grace
and one shared chrysalid whose case
contentment spins as two enlace.
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Cleansed
CLEANSED
Love cleansed today dreams interplay
complete, spoon, fork and knife,
derides dismay, lined cares which prey
upon brief Beauty’s life.
From disarray love’s here to stay,
towards joy’s light may trace
convincing way, chase cares which weigh
down those who change fear face.
Keep open door, no bad blood pour,
tomorrows true touch base,
hope sets fair score where scope’s shared core
united future grace.
Concord and cheer won’t disappear
when feelings interface
with someone near, who clear will hear
heart, comfort, share embrace.
Thus, change of gear, dissolve false fear,
it seems in any case
enchantment here may re-appear,
admit acceptance, space.
Life’s new frontier in this New Year
lost voice shall now replace,
from drear nights’ wear to fresh light steer,
heartease naught may displace.
22 March 2005 significantly rewritten 30 December 2008
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Love’s Future Fare
Love yesterday seemed interplay
complete, spoon, fork and knife
that scorned dismay, false on fears does prey
to threaten Beauty’s life.
But try today to feel a way
towards the light don’t trace
heart’s disarray, the fears which weigh,
the weary tears, disgrace.
Don’t close white door let blood red poor
with future fair touch base!
if traitor’s core is known before
tomorrow you may face.
When drugs and beer both disappear
soon feelings interface
with someone near, who clear will hear
heart, comfort and embrace.
So, change of gear, dissolve false fear,
it seems in any case
resentment here needs disappear,
leave hope for scope and space.
Life new frontier will find, my Dear,
Death’s shadow shall replace,
all nights austere to fresh light steer
there’s other fish to chase!
22 March 2005
Cleansed Poem © Jonathan Robin
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Upwardly MobileBreasts
Upwardly mobile breasts
link together East and West,
occupying cyberspace
to tease, to please, as they unbrace -
spring feeding fantasy oppressed -
that gravity which, second-guessed,
would temper passions. These, apace,
grow, flow with honey, milk, chased chaste.
Man, mammal mammary obsessed,
manhandles, memory manifests
'I' level interest interface_
_sings [t]issues in both good, poor taste,
can't displace attention best
focused elsewhere, soul possessed
by magnet tandem ride, slim waist,
upwardly mobile, undepressed.
D stands for Double bubble laced,
succulence symetric spaced
to dot eyes until life’s digressed
by bridal bridle, dispossessed.
Upwardly mobile breasts -
down and out, or corset pressed,
pear or apple pair set pace.
Fancy free, corset compressed
holding out or, on request,
outstanding assets in life's quest.
'Eye...cons' which, since time, showcased,
imagination ever graced.
Man, mental midget, seems impressed
by mammoth mountains, curves which crest
from chest to rib-cage, touching base
with fancy's fables few detest.
Fun bags balloon 'bove Everest,
peak projections never rest,
[c]rush hour preoccupations taste
angst lest dream disintegrates.
Upwardly mobile breasts -
in the pink, admired with zest, -
swift soar above the commonplace,
'To wit' says one, 'To woo I'll case
the joint to free restraints! ' 'Obsessed! '
replies the other, 'feathered nest.'
Some, spread, taut drawn to taunt Time's haste,
lest silly cones should run to waste.
Willing pilgrim has progressed
from swamps which ignorance infest
to bliss which wishful-thinking place
beyond restraints, beyond transgress,
beyond all sin to win process
absorbing all mankind holds best.
Upwardly mobile breasts -
which mammocentric eyes invest
with passion flowers' powers based
on wishful thinking brazen-faced, -
Life's swings and roundabouts repressed,
dream to anoint each welcome guest
who'd reach each rosy hued rosace
that gobble-wobble lips may trace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
twin ambitions as each tests
pride of place within a space
confined by cups designers trace.
Sins forgotten, sins confessed,
spin between twin softness pressed
to service in the cause - a brace
of points to please the populace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
stay seldom neutral, peaks suggest
peeks lead to perks as ‘any place’
and ‘any time’ combine, solace.
Passion's promise keeps abreast
of impressions which, expressed,
are in the [e]yes that greet a face
fair, - care not if it masks disgrace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
feel Spring bounce from winter vests
shed inhibitions to replace
trends today, seek pride of place
to fashion passions doubly blessed –
by birth from Earth to Heaven’s zest,
by girth and mirth from crown to waist
which it were pitiful to waste.
Perking upwards or compressed,
start from scratch unprepossessed,
or twinset bound no stitch misplaced,
responsive, cool, none should lambaste
these summits summed up in verse fest
as sum_ma cum laude digest,
some mum, some milk, all season chased,
none grounds for an antitrust case.
Upwardly mobile breasts
no double-binds admit, - addressed
careers from leers leap to embrace
appointment rendez-vous erase.
Causing cardiac arrests
when imagined underdressed,
parking fines they may efface
sense saving cents, though losing face.
Each with virulence detests
when 'up and coming' feather nests,
each insists on touching base
instincts, and, in any case,
hearts are locked in treasure chest,
arts star stocked winning pleasure best.
Each with proper pride of place
spurns letting down, gowns grace with taste.
Upwardly mobile breasts
time time. Against time each protests
the morals of the marketplace,
reject as callous, coarse, misplaced
manipulative maladress.
By tenderness they’re more impressed.
Pneumatic cushions chaste encase
chased goals which souls should not debase.
Upwardly mobile breasts
interest and reinvest
the suck[l]ers' dreams of cream embrace, -
stand out, outstanding interface.
Undulating, double gests
bubble burst to nip mens’ jests
in the bud and interlace
dreams with themes of satin, lace.
Every pendulum contests
Time’s encroachments, Time’s behests,
lusting for a timeless race -
trumps to overtrump life’s ace.
Discontent with second-best
each weighs, both playful, self-possessed,
the force that mountains might displace,
rejects attentions out of place.
Upwardly mobile breasts
cleave to tap the sap thats blessed,
in competition set the pace,
respond to magic wand in place
till will’s distressed as dispossessed
by years, by tears, by Time’s conquest,
till wrinkles undermine form, face,
and one by one all fall from grace.
© Jonathan Robin 19 November 1995 revised 4 April 2005,2 February 2007,17 June 2008,9 May 2009
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Upwardly Mobile Breasts
Upwardly mobile breasts
twin ambitions as each tests
pride of place within a space
confined by cups designers trace.
Sins forgotten, sins confessed,
spin between twin softness pressed
to service in the cause - a brace
of points to please the populace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
link together East and West,
occupying cyberspace
to tease, to please, as they unbrace -
spring feeding fantasy oppressed -
that gravity which, second-guessed,
would temper passions. These, apace,
grow, flow with milk and honey, case
the joint to free restraints repressed,
dream to anoint welcome guest,
and reach each rosy hued rosace
which gobble-wobble lips may trace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
are very seldom second-guessed,
peeks lead to perks as ‘anyplace’
and ‘anytime’ combine to solace.
Peaks of passion keep abreast
of impressions which, expressed,
are in the [e]yes that greet a face
fair, - care not if it masks disgrace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
feel Spring bounce from winter vests
shed inhibitions to replace
trends today, seek pride of place
to fashion passions doubly blessed –
by birth from Earth to Heaven’s zest,
by girth and mirth from crown to waist
which it were pitiful to waste.
Upwardly mobile breasts
no double-binds admit, - addressed
careers from leers leap to embrace
appointment rendez-vous erase.
Causing cardiac arrests
when imagined underdressed,
parking fines they may efface
saving pocketbook and face.
Each with virulence detests
when rivals try to feather nests,
each insists on touching base
instincts, and, in any case,
hearts are locked in treasure chest,
arts star stocked winning pleasure best.
Each with proper pride of place
chasteness spurns, turns to the chase.
Upwardly mobile breasts
time time. Against time each protests
the morals of the marketplace,
reject as coarse and commonplace
manhandling as a maladress, -
by tenderness they’re more impressed.
Pneumatic cushions would encase
shared goals where souls will nought debase.
Upwardly mobile breasts
interest and reinvest
the suck[l]ers' dreams of cream embrace, -
stand out, outstanding interface.
Undulating, double gests
bubble burst to nip mens’ jests
in the bud and interlace
dreams with themes of satin, lace.
Every pendulum contests
Time’s encroachments, Time’s behests,
lusting for a timeless race -
trumps to overtrump life’s ace.
Discontent with second-best
each weighs, both playful, self-possessed,
the force that mountains might displace,
rejects attentions out of place.
Upwardly mobile breasts
cleave to tap the sap thats blessed,
in competition set the pace,
respond to magic wand in place
till will’s distressed as dispossessed
by years, by tears, by Time’s conquest,
till wrinkles undermine form, face,
and one by one all fall from grace.
19 November 1995, version 4 April 2006
Upwardly Mobile Breasts
Upwardly mobile breasts
twin ambitions as each tests
pride of place within a space
confined by cups designers trace.
Every pendulum protests
Time’s encroachments, Time’s behests,
lusting for a timeless race -
trumps to overtrump life’s ace.
Interest with interest
repay, stocks share, they reinvest
the suckers' dreams of cream embrace, -
Stand out outstanding interface.
Sins forgotten, sins confessed,
spin between twin softness pressed
to service in the cause - a brace
of points to please the populace.
Peaks of passion keep abreast
of impressions which expressed
are in the (e) yes that greet a face
fair, - care not if it masks disgrace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
feel Spring bounce from winter vests
shed inhibitions to replace
trends today, seek pride of place.
Each with virulence contests
all rivals’ rights to feather nests,
each insists on touching base
instincts and, in any case,
hearts are locked in treasure chest,
arts star stocked win pleasure best!
Each with proper pride of place
chasteness spurns, turns to the chase
Undulating, double gests
bubble bursts to nip mens’ jests
in the bud and interlace
dreams with themes of satin, lace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
cleave to tap the sap thats blessed
till wrinkles undermine form, face,
and one by one they fall from grace.
19 November 1995 and verses 3 & 5 added 4 April 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Incompleteness
Verse cannot completely trace
one fair reflection where the light
leaves an impression of such grace
that words, found wanting, seek insight
to reunite with spirit bright,
yet every line links to disgrace
when compared, when second sight
seeks to satisfy both pace
and sense of fitness which replace
the commonplace that must indict
the great part of the human race,
read here both truth and envy's spite.
Yet who'll, on reading this, believe
here's no intention to deceive?
(18 May 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Interlink
Strange seems it that although no mind may fit
another’s unique copybook there’s space
to think that two can interlink, true trace
patterns which, uniting warmth and wit,
need never signals scan, decode, encrypt.
Life need not bow to jungle law or chase
advantage – pride before the fall from grace –
but seek through answers intuitions hit
to leap synaptic limits and permit
corresponding gifts to interface
role reversing surface scars, embrace
all challenges with energy relit.
Let eyes in eyes read ever fresh surprise
supply joy’s spring, that must despise disguise.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Cusp Choice - 0548 - Initial Version
Coincidence is seen when into place
life slips its puzzle pieces for a time.
Flair/feeling twins awareness of some clime,
where, karmic scene set, two met face to face.
Dreams interpret signals, interface
existence past and present, future, climb
limits conscious, set together rhyme,
light and laughter, bright hereafter trace,
instinctive correspondence interlace?
Unique potential, future options prime,
deny the base which smothers in its slime,
Cause, effect, await cusp choice's grace.
'Chance' intercepts flow pattern waves to bring
order into chaos, tune its swing.
(21 February 1992)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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To my lost one (villanelle)
If you come from a unknown place
from where I am, as if thrown
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
it may be by God’s grace
and we may leave the paths well trodden and known.
If you come from a unknown place
wherever it may be, carrying just one suitcase
I will be happy to meet you, if you come alone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
and if you want to, we can disappear without a trace
be on our own, without anyone.
If you come from a unknown place
and walk into my embrace,
my lost one, come without a chaperone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
our pasts will be erased
and all unhappiness will be gone,
if you come from a unknown place
into my life and we again meet face-to-face.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ballade Of A Talked-Off Ear
Daily I listen to wonder and woe,
Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,
Telling me stories of lava and snow,
Delicate fables of ribbon and lace,
Tales of the quarry, the kill, the chase,
Longer than heaven and duller than hell-
Never you blame me, who cry my case:
"Poets alone should kiss and tell!"
Dumbly I hear what I never should know,
Gently I counsel of pride and of grace;
Into minutiae gayly they go,
Telling the name and the time and the place.
Cede them your silence and grant them space-
Who tenders an inch shall be raped of an ell!
Sympathy's ever the boaster's brace;
Poets alone should kiss and tell.
Why am I tithed what I never did owe?
Choked with vicarious saffron and mace?
Weary my lids, and my fingers are slow-
Gentlemen, damn you, you've halted my pace.
Only the lads of the cursed race,
Only the knights of the desolate spell,
May point me the lines the blood-drops trace-
Poets alone should kiss and tell.
L'ENVOI
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass,
Painter or plumber or never-do-well,
Do me a favor and shut your face
Poets alone should kiss and tell.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Upwardly Mobile Breasts Current Version
Upwardly mobile breasts
link together East and West,
occupying cyberspace
to tease, to please, as they unbrace,
spring feeding fantasy oppressed,
that gravity which, second-guessed,
would temper passions. These, apace,
grow, flow with honey, milk, chased chaste.
Upwardly mobile breasts
time time. Against time each protests,
the morals of the marketplace,
reject as callous, coarse, misplaced
manipulative maladress.
By tenderness they're more impressed.
Pneumatic cushions chaste encase
chased goals which souls should not debase.
Man, mammal mammary obsessed,
manhandles, memory manifests
'I' level interest interface
_sings [t]issues in both good, poor taste,
can't displace attention best
focused elsewhere, soul possessed
by magnet tandem ride, slim waist,
upwardly mobile, undepressed.
D stands for Double bubble laced,
succulence asymetric spaced
to dot eyes until life's digressed
by bridal bridle dispossesed.
Upwardly mobile breasts,
down and out, or corset pressed,
pear or apple pair set pace.
Fancy free, corset compressed
holding out or, on request,
outstanding assets in life's quest.
'Eye...cons' which, since time, showcased,
imagination ever graced.
Mental midgets, men molest
magnificence, soft curves that crest,
mammoth mounts, lose sense as, stressed,
off limits spend cents, joy joints case
from chest to rib-cage, touching base
with fancy's fables few detest.
Fun bags balloon 'bove Everest,
peak projections never rest,
fun to strum or to digest,
[c]rush hour preoccupations taste
angst lest dream disintegrates.
Upwardly mobile breasts,
in the pink, admired with zest,
swift soar above the commonplace,
'To wit' says one, 'To woo I'll case
the joint to free restraints! ' 'Obsessed! '
replies the other, 'feathered nest.'
Some, spread, taut drawn to taunt Time's haste,
lest silly cones should run to waste.
Willing pilgrim has progressed
from swamps which ignorance infest
to bliss which wishful-thinking place
beyond restraints, beyond transgress,
to tweak twin teats whose sweets replace
canned cream, the dream of marketplace,
disgorging drips pursed lips embrace
disbursed, dispersed as angel grace
beyond all sin to win process
absorbing all mankind holds best.
Upwardly mobile breasts
twin ambitions as each tests
pride of place within a space
confined by cups designers trace.
Sins forgotten, sins confessed,
spin between twin softness pressed
to service in the cause, a brace
of points to please tease populace.
Cleavage corsetry compressed
from north to south too soon goes west,
celestial swellings sprout apace,
far flung flood buds bras encase
lest moral limits be transgressed
by itchy fingers, faith finessed.
Temptation's twin sins some replace
with artificial plastic paste,
an operation sometimes messed
up by physicians miss dissed; pest.
Upwardly mobile breasts
stay seldom neutral, peaks suggest
peeks lead to perks as 'any place'
and 'any time' combine, solace.
Passion's promise keeps abreast
of impressions which, expressed,
are in the [e]yes that greet sweet face
care seldom if it masks disgrace.
Mammocentric eyes invest
passion flowers with powers based
on wishful thinking brazen-faced,
Life's swings and roundabouts repressed,
dream to anoint each welcome guest
who'd reach each rosy hued rosace
that gobble-wobble lips dream trace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
feel Spring bounce from winter vests
shed inhibitions to replace
trends today, seek pride of place
to fashion passions doubly blessed,
by birth from Earth to Heaven's zest,
by girth and mirth from crown to waist
which it were pitiful to waste.
Perking upwards or compressed,
start from scratch unprepossessed,
or twinset bound no stitch misplaced,
responsive, cool, none should lambaste
these summits summed up in verse fest
as sum_ma cum laude digest,
some mum, some milk, all season chased,
none grounds for an antitrust case.
Upwardly mobile breasts
no double-binds admit, addressed
careers from leers leap to embrace
appointment rendezvous erase.
Causing cardiac arrests
when imagined underdressed,
parking fines they may efface
sense saving cents, though losing face.
Each with virulence detests
when 'up and coming' feather nests,
each insists on touching base
instincts, and, in any case,
hearts are locked in treasure chest,
arts star stocked winning pleasure best.
Each with proper pride of place
spurns letting down, gowns grace with taste.
Upwardly mobile breasts
interest and reinvest
the suck[l]ers' dreams of cream embrace,
stand out, outstanding interface.
Undulating, double gests
bubble burst to nip mens' jests
in the bud and interlace
dreams with themes of satin, lace.
Every pendulum contests
Time's encroachments, Time's behests,
lusting for a timeless race,
trumps to overtrump life's ace.
Discontent with second-best
each weighs, both playful, self-possessed,
the force that mountains might displace,
rejects attentions out of place.
Upwardly mobile breasts
cleave to tap the sap thats blessed,
in competition set the pace,
respond to magic wand in place
till will's distressed as dispossessed
by years, by tears, by Time's conquest,
till wrinkles undermine form, face,
and one by one all fall from grace.
Proud peaches round which crowd once pressed
discover pendulums depressed
by Time which at a pretty pace
leaps onwards, leaving scarce a trace
of ruby tipple nipples dressed
in pride of place, art coalesced.
As artist poet. Last verse placed
by other thoughts must be replaced.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Slow And Cautious
Slow and cautious we move in life, wanting to avoid trouble and strife.
We calculate the steps of our path, trying to avoid man’s simple wrath.
But slow acknowledging God above; slow to embrace His Pure Love.
Some men give God little thought, and seldom is His guidance sought.
And even when we race through life, we take no time to think of Christ.
Fast or slow, we don’t make the time, to seek God’s help that is divine.
That time alone with God in prayer, lifting up to Him all our daily cares.
About us, Christ knows everything, and even our deepest inner being.
You simply need to call on Christ, to handle anything within your life.
Big or small, they’re all the same; just pray to God in Christ’s Name.
Through the indwelling Holy Spirit, when we do pray God will hear it.
And from the prayers that He heard, God directs men into His Word.
Jesus Christ then intercedes for us, when in Him we place our trust.
Throughout our life He will intervene, touching upon our daily scene.
Christ is our advocate on The Throne, interceding for His very own,
With The Father Christ intercedes, addressing our cares and needs.
So before a busy day does start, approach Christ with a quiet heart.
Before you even begin your day, see what God’s Word has to say.
God can change your hectic pace, by Christ’s power and His Grace.
His calming Grace He’ll give to you, at day start and all day through.
(Copyright ©02/2006)
When Hannah Pressed With Grief
When Hannah pressed with grief,
Poured forth her soul in prayer;
She quickly found relief,
And left her burden there:
Like her, in every trying case,
Let us approach the throne of grace.
When she began to pray,
Her heart was pained and sad;
But ere she went away,
Was comforted and glad:
In trouble, what a resting place,
Have they who know the throne of grace!
Though men and devils rage,
And threaten to devour;
The saints, from age to age,
Are safe from all their pow'r:
Fresh strength they gain to run their race,
By waiting at the throne of grace.
Eli her case mistook,
How was her spirit moved
By his unkind rebuke?
But God her cause approved.
We need not fear a creature's face,
While welcome at a throne of grace.
She was not filled with wine,
As Eli rashly thought;
But with a faith divine,
And found the help file sought:
Though men despise and call us base,
Still let us ply the throne of grace.
Men have not pow'r or skill,
With troubled souls to bear;
Though they express good-will,
Poor comforters they are:
But swelling sorrows sink apace,
When we approach the throne of grace.
Numbers before have tried,
And found the promise true;
Nor one been yet denied,
Then why should I or you?
Let us by faith their footsteps trace,
And hasten to the throne of grace.
As fogs obscure the light,
And taint the morning air;
But soon are put to flight,
If the bright sun appear;
Thus Jesus will our troubles chase,
By shining from the throne of grace.
poem by John Newton
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