Clocking In
CLOCKING IN
CLOCKING IN
Are clocks recording time and tide
alone to measure difference?
Do biorythms coincide
between two souls? do they divide?
Front_tears, faint sitting on the fence,
too often sunder when inside
at odds with outside masks pretence.
Where minds unite crunched clock relents,
where'er they fight, punched clock laments,
where peace at heart is shared abide
complementary developments,
rich trust which rings true tested, tried.
Whose shelter's backed by barricade
of self stays far too much afraid.
9 January 2009 revised 11 March 2010
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Gold Ocean Delivered
I don't have anything to prove,
so many things have gone wrong.
But today I live my life without any judgment.
I don't have any thing to prove to the world.
I am over wishing I could be you.
No more Living my life thinking I have something to prove.
But today I live high and I only need to answer to you!
Time goes by so slow, when your clocking in
Time flies by when your not keeping a close eye..
I have nothing to prove. Such a freedom to feel like this!
So free and living life not worrying what everyone thinks.
I have nothing to prove! I live my life only answering to you!
Time goes by so slow, when your clocking in
Time flies by when your not keeping a close eye..
I only live my life for you. I don't owe anything! I already paid my dues.
I have nothing to prove. Such a freedom to feel like this!
So free and loving without anything to prove
I have nothing to prove! I live my life only answering to you!
Time goes by so slow, when your clocking in
Time flies by when your not keeping a close eye..
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Enlightenment
ENLIGHTENMENT
Wonder revolves word
whirlwind of change resolving
s[tr]a[n]ge conundrums stirred
s[tr]a[n]ge = sang strange sage stage an age range rang
4 April 2005 revised 3 January 2009
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Enlightenment
Wind whirls wonder word
beyond deaf and resolve, solves
all conundrums stirred...
12 April 2005
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So We Can Be
SO WE CAN BE
Sweet seems love surging, Soft dream oft ignored,
Or held in check, Or wanting wings to fly
With seamless stitch Which, rich, may amplify
Emotions urging Ecstasy - accord
Complete, completing. Chord without discord
Adds harmonies that Always fortify.
New birth discover Now, twin souls ally,
Become, dear heart, as Bonded, turn toward
Eternity as one, Enchanted cord.
Hesitations fade, Hopes unify
Aspirations, braid As one you and I.
Prepare together Peace as shared reward.
Perfection knows no ploy, Prayers answered see
Yin, Yang blend girl and boy Yield sacred key.
15 January 2009
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External AND Internal acrostic (capitalized) SO WE CAN BE HAPPY
See below: In Balance
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IN BALANCE - SO WE BE HAPPY
Sweet love's urgings seem, soft, oft ignored,
Or censored, checked, or wanting wings to fly
With fearless feelings which would amplify
Emotions into ecstasy: - accord
Complicit, total. Can melodic chord
An empathy inspire, and fortify
Nascent love's lyre? Now may we two ally,
Become, dear heart, as bonded twins, towards
Eternity advance enchantment scored.
Harmonics tuned to hopes shared unify
Autonomy and love as you and I
Prepare fair future, peace is our reward.
Pray we'll find way to perfect harmony,
Yin-Yang, in balance, yielding sacred key.
25 April 1990 revised 14 January 2010
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Masked Dichotomies
MASKED DICHOTOMIES
Masked Dichotomies
Must life's train be constrained, vain self contain,
May self-effacement ease heartache, disdain?
Must mirage rain slake lost-in-desert bane,
May dreams' ream verse bring love to life again?
Must stalking hawk-eyed hawkers grey prey, pain.
May heart's refrain touch who'd from touch refrain?
Can conversation compensate for wide
disparities between speech-reach inside
and barricades behind which hearts mask, hide,
where one greets and the other's grates abide
spite needs apparent, though those needs denied
are tantamount to self-rejection sighed.
Dichotomies between acts and attraction
can't heal heart's hurt, leave hope too little traction.
8 August 2008 revised 9 January 2009 and 26 April 2010
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Dichotomies
May life's train be constrained, vain self contain,
May self-effacement ease all heartache, pain,
May mirage rain slake lost-in-desert bane,
May dreams' ream verse bring love to life again,
May 'we may' for 'oui, mais' translate joy's reign?
May heart's refrain touch who'd from touch refrain?
Can conversation compensate for wide
disparities between speech-reach inside
and barricades behind which hearts mask, hide,
where one greets and the other's grates abide
spite needs apparent, though those needs denied
are tantamount to self-rejection sighed.
Dichotomies between acts and attraction
can't heal heart's hurt, leave hope too little traction
8 August 2008 revised 9 January 2009
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On Wishful Thinking
ON WISHFUL THINKING
Prejudice when wishful thinking mocks
advancing voice or crystal image which
unlocks outlook unfortunate or blocks
desired solution grieving heart could stitch.
Most roads rejoin itinerary pre-traced,
as cause and consequence are intertwined,
use or abuse of options haste waste chased,
determines more than mortal mind may find
28 January 2009
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Retrospective of an Honest Man - after Clark Stillman
RETROSPECTIVE OF AN HONEST MAN
By night: fight, flight
quite out of sight.
By day: mayday
in way on site,
blight; bite, spite, slight.
Payday: heyday
way O.K. … right?
Tight, slight respite.
6 January 2010
Parody Clark STILLMAN 1905_1995 Autobiography of an honest man
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During the night
I was out of sight;
During the day
I was in the way.
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Polyacrostic Palimpsest - What Will Follow?
Notes on Polyacrostic Palimpsests
Acrostic: Verse in which certain letters form a word or message
Polyacrostic: Several acrostics within the same composition;
Acrostics to be found below:
What will follow - external
Name an Acrostic - vertical from middle
Robin Jonathan - double diagonal from middle
Palimpsest: A manuscript on which more than one text is written
with earlier writing, or one level of meaning, partially visible.
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3 versions below:
4 March 2009
6 January 2007
2 January 1992 [Jonathan Wrobel]
What Will Follow?
Who knows what in our future lies ahead,
How will man's banana skin unpeel,
And thus show him what follows on, reveal
Tomorrow's stated story. Living dead,
We wait and ask vain sages why we're led
In ignorance to never-never's wheel.
Life is lost as man sets out, why steal
Little joys in scheming, joys gainsaid:
Fond intention ropes soon ties instead
Of painting scroll whose links naught need conceal.
Let be all fears, shine out as beacon real.
Look forward to trial met book open, read,
Or is all error, nightmares' terrors where
We puppets find chance rules us? Judgements spare!
© Jonathan Robin polyacrostic palimpsest sonnet written 2 January 1992 revised 4 March 2009
What Will Follow?
Who knows what in our future lies ahead,
How will man's banana skin unpeel,
And thus show him what follows on, reveal
Tomorrow's stated story. Living dead,
We wait and ask vain sages why we're led
In ignorance to never-never's wheel.
Life is lost as man sets out, why steal
Little joys in scheming, joys gainsaid
Fate, in waiting, rarely runs, - instead
Our sins turns to our loss without appeal.
Let be all fears, shine out as beacon real.
Look forward to the future, - grow, love, wed -
Or all’s terror, nightmare error where
We soon will see climactic climes none spare…
© Jonathan Robin polyacrostic palimpsest sonnet written 2 January 1992 revised 6 January 2007
What will Follow?
Who knows what in our future lies ahead,
How will man's banana skin unpeel,
And thus show him what follows on, reveal
Tomorrow's stated story, live or dead.
We wait and ask vain sages why we're led
In ignorance to never-never's wheel.
Life is lost as man sets out, why steal
Little joys in scheming, joys when fed
Fulfill our hearts which lay too long abed.
Our selves we should revive, all sloth repeal,
Let be all fears, shine out as beacon real.
Look forward to the future, - grow, love, wed!
Or all is error, 'tis but nightmare where
We soon will see chance rules us without heir!
Jonathan Wrobel polyacrostic palimpsest sonnet © Jonathan Robin written 2 January 1992
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Buffer Brain 1849
Dreams teem, spring from synaptic leap
before day's hustle bustle finds
employment for productive minds
far more contented when asleep.
When buffer brain retains thoughts deep
or fancies light, as rest unwinds,
they may be stored for many kinds
of interplay, rich harvests reap
when ploughed back, irrigation seep
which opens avenues, draws blinds,
encouragement staid braid unbinds
may reinforce joys shared and keep
enchantment ever underlined
to comfort through life's daily grind.
(30 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Nature’s Jewel
NATURE'S JEWEL
May lazy lakes and sleepy afternoons
henceforth be province dedicate to one
whose inspiration conjurs charming tunes,
without whose presence poetry falls dumb.
Without one presence undeciphererd runes
would be the Muses and their precious weave,
without rich presence slippered pantaloons
would, peace withheld, strive restless seeking Eve.
Spray waterfalls cascading, silver pools,
with Nature's jewels begarlandèd shine through
all screens as scenes intemporal no tools
need calibrate, no engineers on cue
can raise on Earth such simple beauty rare,
nor set design on drawing-board prepare
22 January 2009
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Happiness depends upon ourselves 1850 Initial Version
Who ask joy, who'd mask ploy, frequently find
heaven or hell enjoyed through choice defined.
(31 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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So Here I Am
Seven on a monday morning.
And it's a sunny day.
It's just too hot to be working
But you've got to pay your way.
(chorus)
So here I am sitting at the bus stop
Wishing I was somewhere else
Where I didn't have to work my rocks off
Wishing I could please myself.
Ten hours a day i'm grafting
Under the bosses eye,
Earn just enough to keep going,
Making cars i'll never buy.
(chorus)
So here I am sitting ...........
Five days a week i'm giving,
My time is clocking on.
Just two days left for living,
Wondering where my life has gone.
(chorus)
So here I am sitting ...........
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New Tear's Candle
NEW TEAR'S CANDLE
Now here, now fled, bright light's soon snuffed, clock ticks,
E xistence fragile echoes with life’s play
W here visibility’s trimmed to today.
T ime up, ambitions down, as candle wicks
E xpire upon some midnight cold Fate picks.
A month or more, before horizons grey
R educe tired final flickers cinder gay, -
S pendthrift embers. Moving finger pricks
O ut bubble options, cares nor fiddlesticks
N or tinker’s curses for chance thrown away,
N or seeks reprieve for an extended stay. –
E phemeral our sojourn’s augenblicks.
T he loaf of bread, the flask of wine, boon mate,
S oon wane, recycled wax, evaporate.
1 January 2006 revised 8 September 2007
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New Tear's Candle poem © Jonathan Robin
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Time Li[n]es
TIME LI[N]ES
No frontiers or no front tears -
what difference the passing years
fence from complicity a heart
which close must live light years apart
17 May 2008
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Uncontrite Insight - Tight Flight Write 1836
She flees concrete past ghast
for future comfort sought
from monochrome, no choice,
to polychrome rejoice,
emboldened at last fast
seeking kind consort caught.
(7 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Garden Sunshine
GARDEN SUNSHINE
Garden which wild wilderness attested
Awash with colours now greets eye-in-dream.
Rich profusion prospers unprotested,
Dragonflies hover, honeybees here teem,
Enchants with wonder, pleasure uncontested,
Nature's splendour welcoming sun's beam.
SUNdry blooms here groomed, there random seem,
SHINE, rain, remain inspiring and unbested.
Grass lawn graceful, verdant, uncongested,
Assuages anguish. Nearby silver stream
Rich irrigation adds, as swan, glebe crested
Drift on lazy current. Joy supreme.
Evergreen and annuals unmolested
No high walls know, turn mind from urban theme.
SUNset scarlets, strawberry dawn scheme
SHIft NEts of light, draw cheerful robin nested.
acrostic GARDEN SUNSHINE 20 January 2009
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Alone
A phone that seldom rings, or never,
Sounds like a life-line coiled, unused,
A link to light that stands accused,
Left hanging in the never-never.
Life is so short, so soon to sever,
A call can save, and one refused
Leaves empty heart, and mind bemused
Or all at sea. However clever
No diver plunges who would ever
Enthuse or feel the least amused
If, once he sank, trust was abused: -
Cut lines for reason whatsoever!
Remember then the friendly call
You make can take no time at all.
Acrostic sonnet and previous title As All Alone I Cry
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(3 January 1991 revised 5 October 2006)
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Reasons
REASONS
If all the world were sparkling sun,
and all well finished once begun,
then I would wish upon a dream
with you as Queen, play perfect team.
If every bat could score home run,
if mice and men could plan their fun,
if every sparkle held a gleam
to light true thinklings till they teem,
If skies were blue, if banned were gun
if wonder, too, though shared eyes shone,
then hand in hand we would redeem
lost time and rhyme with flowing scheme.
But time and tide alas adds care
and age turns gravewards flower fair,
so show more reasons why I should
as squire dreams fire through ill and good?
Can brand new world new words prepare?
Will there be space to 'stop and stare'?
rare faith in flight where man, maid might
scare wraith, sin, blight, prayer scan, braid light?
January 19 2007
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Surrender Self
SURRENDER SELF
Harmony helps to anticipate
Answers well before core questions put.
Zones dark freed for bright light lead to joy’s flute,
Empathy inspiring, senses sate.
Open door, therefore, unlock each gate
Find minds aligned, serenity takes root
Defying Time as inner ear, acute,
Ends challenge to life’s picture pattern of Fate.
Surrender self, fast cast past cares, relate
Into insight’s rune tune absolute.
Respond with trust and I will follow suit:
Enchantment shared which never may abate.
Mysterious are ways of mice and men,
Complicity create through [th]ink link pen.
5 November 2004 revised 7 March 2009
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Blossom Comes with Spring - 1378
Joy and imagination here would seek
Attainment and serenity, at last
Creating through a wonder word world fast
Karmic fusion where two minds may speak
Intensely, neither verbally nor weak.
Expectations high were, in the past,
Countered by betrayal - world which vast
Had seemed became less trusting, sprang a leak,
Although awareness reached fresh plateau peak.
Need for self-trust, priority forecast,
Combining choice with voice, full sails, strong mast,
Heart high held here hopes harmony. Hurt bleak
At present fades preparing future fair,
New blossom comes with spring, warms everywhere.
(17 January 2009)
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Confidence - 1232
Hope's heart heart follows, head held high,
regrets may melt where heartfelt tune,
cues to tomorrows shedding sigh,
discovers confidence which soon
tints rainbow arch 'spite cloudy sky.
Free spirit fills will's bright ballon,
soars from discoloured background dry
which morning, night and afternoon
emotions often would deny.
Where twin souls share serenity
hearts, minds, unite in harmony.
(4 September 2009)
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