Coincidence Coins Serendipity
Mountains into molehills melt
As steps towards enlightened dream,
Unclear at first, may later seem
Drawn up by fate. Emotions felt,
Empowerment with cards well dealt,
Contrary winds disperse, joy's beam
May filter through black walls, blocked scheme,
And blows aimed low below the belt.
Unfair conditions in die Welt
Delight defuses, hope on stream
Ends anguish, loss of self-esteem,
Comfort challenged, doubts indwelt.
Muse's music, meditation may
Create conditions to defeat dismay.
More than before she finds felicity
At hand, within, without, without a doubt.
Unfortunate conditions round about
Divert attention from her need to key
Emotions into opportunity,
Coaslescing energy to flout
Man made blocks, internal locks, whose rout
Appears essential for heart's harmony.
Unperturbed, frustration fought, she
Defeats dismay, demands free flight. Love's drought
Ends offering expansion, joy throughout.
Coincidence coins serendipity.
Meaning, which below horizon hid,
Comes clear: fears, tears, fade, open inner lid.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Under These Conditions
Oh how I wish
You could read my mind
Cause words cant always tell it
Like it is some times
When were this close
The lights and music glow
Why dont we let our feelings
Take us where we want to go
Under these conditions
There aint no wrong or right
Were dealing with emotions
Thats running wild to night
A man needs a women
A women needs a man
And under these conditions
Hearts get out of hand
Youve got those eyes
That wont let go of me
They pull me in and out of touch
With reality
And you got those lips,
That I just got to taste
Id love to hear them whisper
Darlin take me from this place
Under these conditions
There aint no wrong or right
Were dealing with emotions
Thats running wild to night
A man needs a women
A women needs a man
And under these conditions
Hearts get out of hand
song performed by by George Strait
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Texas has been hit especially hard this year by a continuing drought, threatening high winds and increasingly destructive range fires. Simply, these conditions have lead to extremely adverse conditions in the agriculture industry.
quote by Michael McCaul
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Time-Lined Encapsulations
E ncapsulation of emotions felt,
N uance soft, or sharply coloured cape,
C an seldom be expressed, pressed into shape
A s rhyming couplets strict in sonnet spelt.
P oetic strictures tie too tight a belt
S upply few frameworks for the mind to drape
U nstructured dreams with rainbow sellotape.
L ife’s littleness ist alles in die Welt,
A las mocks Man, - too soon ambitions melt
T o watershed necrologies. Black crepe.
I s all that is recalled. There’s no escape
O ffered here howe’er the cards are dealt.
N ow Fate’s dark finger, having writ, forgets
S entiments as Time sharp sickle whets.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Under These Conditions
I know were both married
Yet were both alone
Hes always working
And shes never home
If we got together
It would be so good
But under these conditions
I dont think we should
cause we both have children
And they need us around
Although were both willing
We cant let em down
As much as we want to
You know where we stand
Under these conditions
I dont think we can
We love each other
But its only in dreams
But we have to get used to the fact
Its just one of those things
Well never know how
This love could feel
And under these conditions
We never will
song performed by by Vince Gill
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On The Platform
When Dr. Bill Bartlett stepped out of the hum
Of Mammon's distracting and wearisome strife
To stand and deliver a lecture on 'Some
Conditions of Intellectual Life,'
I cursed the offender who gave him the hall
To lecture on any conditions at all!
But he rose with a fire divine in his eye,
Haranguing with endless abundance of breath,
Till I slept; and I dreamed of a gibbet reared high,
And Dr. Bill Bartlett was dressing for death.
And I thought in my dream: 'These conditions, no doubt,
Are bad for the life he was talking about.'
So I cried (pray remember this all was a dream):
'Get off of the platform!-it isn't the kind!'
But he fell through the trap, with a jerk at the beam,
And wiggled his toes to unburden his mind.
And, O, so bewitching the thoughts he advanced,
That I clung to his ankles, attentive, entranced!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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love And The Batterfly
Who can describe the meaning of love
While it changes masks
From heart to heart
Beyond the realities and lies
Sometimes open closed heart's doors
Sometimes snatches away happy heart's hops
And the important question's answer no one knows
If love really exists or its only a guessture
An employment of emotions
Some people's love is as short as batterfly's life
Their love is alike with poor batterfly 's life
They live just three days and how pity that than they die
Oh poor batterfly this reality sheds my heart to millions of pieces
But the life is unfair
Yet your kind patience embraces the unfairness it self
How this can be called life, love!
While it ends before it is just begun
Loving hearts are like happy batterflies
Like the lover who is happy in love
But at once finds out that all those were just lies
The loving heart is poor it does not has the opportunity to decide
To continue or stop
Just it has to give up
Disregarding what it feels inside
The one who gives up. walks away and forgets
But the loving heart's pain there alone cries
I'm the one who loved more than her life
And the day that the love deserted my life
With him have gone the shining smiles of mine
Who can make my heart tears
While my heart is firings fears
While my body is still here
My soul long ago is lost
With my hands I've held my heart out of my body out off fears
Out off my breast was covered bloody tears
I've gave my heart to love with my most happy years
For the one whom I've gave a life
Took away the beats of my heart!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Music To My Ears
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
They just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
Welcome to my world friend
I live it everyday
With every word I say
Its a dream
I have created
Destinies be fated
Emotions so jaded
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
they just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
Never let it stop
It is hope beneath my cloths
It is my strength
It is my everything
It grows bigger every day
So please follow me this way
And maybe I can share
In your moments of despair
Music to my ears
Losing all the fears
Where they go?
they just disappeared
If only a moment.
It must be savored
As if it was a savior
The sanity within
It is where it begins and ends
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Affair
Most flee feared future's disarray,
undercover years' tears, doubt,
demonstrating life's roundabout
wry, hearts' harmony astray.
Black tie affairs mask day-to-day
regrets, misundersandings, flout.
impressions, hide affections' drought,
disavowing sharing, pray
upon timeworn love's interplay,
Instinctively pretend without
fete; bluffing athough all about
guiltily observe dismay.
Cummerbund infidelity
funds monochrome obscenity.
(24 January 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Balare - 1784 - We Sprinkle Stardust On Each Day
We sprinkle stardust on each day
spread joy through nightly dream,
love grows in oh! so many ways
expanding ever, seems
to welcome shared perceptions, beam
leaves haze maze, finds 'amaze! '
We sprinkle sunshine on each night
delight thread through day's fray,
light filters through as wings for flight
disperse Past's grey dismay,
thus day through day and night through night
we grow, glow, flow, sow, stay
united as true team whose trip
from alpha to omega
shows heart to heart and lip to lip
where every day more eager
sees shared advance which shall nor slip
nor fret should scope seem meager.
Infinite opportunity
succeeding days provide,
as happiness, community,
two heads, twinned hearts allied,
ignores external unity
discovers joy inside.
(8 July 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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She's built cold walls of fiction
She's built cold walls of fiction around her bleeding heart
to protect her from prediction that spring may bring fresh start,
imagined wrongs correcting, pain dissipating fast, -
much time she spent erecting tall walls which need not last.
Though hurt was felt, affliction, most wounded pride would chart,
revolt against restriction when spurned, too soon to part.
Whose fault? When facts inspecting, she found herself outcast
through error in selecting unworthy one miscast.
Refrain then from erecting defences unsurpassed,
when motives, aims, suspecting makes molehills mountains vast,
take life as benediction, wake to true Cupid's dart,
smooth over contradiction, let empathy impart
emotions intersecting, flag high and not half-mast,
no longer self-rejecting, dejection all aghast.
Self-confidence ends friction as tears and fears depart,
love conquers interdiction, joy triumphs, heals hurt heart.
(31 March 2011)
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Quick Slate Cleaner
When I announced I didn't want any of it,
All of it became available.
As if a decision I had made,
Could be teased.
And my mind would find fresh pleasures.
When I was there caring...
I cared.
That's why I was there.
Because I cared!
When the purpose of my caring ends...
I don't pretend.
It ends!
And there is no convincing.
I am not one to stand on a fence.
There has been very few times,
I sought and needed assitance...
To make up my mind!
I am not that kind.
When I have love.
It is there and unconditional!
If testing of those conditions begin,
Something I have and give...
Certainly is not being comprehended.
And I am not a good instructor...
When it comes to rules of love,
And interpretations of it!
It diminishes in value.
Especially if what is felt has to be explained!
Even the thought of doing it is useless!
I have become very practical.
If I have lost an investment?
That's what it is...
A lost investment!
Some folks rather gather others,
To become smothered in tears.
As if those actions will erase,
Regrettable decisions.
They don't!
They just prolong them,
For bouts with recycled doubts!
I've learned to be a quick slate cleaner.
Something I feel that comes to a stop.
Comes to a stop!
And I give everything all I've got!
When the purpose of my caring ends...
I don't pretend.
It ends!
I am not in the business of rekindling,
Anything that has fizzled.
When the flame of my heat is turned off...
By someone or something,
Believing it will be easy to have my heart reset?
Forget it.
I wouldn't want to be the one to lose that bet!
There is nothing like lessons learned.
And I am not living my life repeating regrets.
Or satisfy my desires with stagnation!
For some...
That might work!
I'm just not one to argue about it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Missing My Soul
In Despair of Loss,
Great surprise found me happiness
An absent father figure lend a hand,
Time proved restrictive conditional stand.
In despair of Loss,
I was found in a trap cause.
Lost the hope of unconditional parenting,
Lost my liberty of picking.
In despair of Loss,
I realized that my trap doesn’t go away,
Doesn’t let me free,
Takes my energy away, locked with conditions.
In order to be free, I must renounce.
In order to be free, I must reach the bottom.
In order to be free, I must find a new and hidden place.
In order to be free, I must reencounter unconditional love.
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Melting Pot in Melting Point: A Test Taste after Wanda Lea Brayton
Wing with me through sunrise sweet,
to shed cocoons and spread the sky
with wonder which the dark’s defeat
soon celebrates, to answer why,
puts fears at rest, - no wish deny.
Surprise, where eyes together meet,
melts walls, as none need quantify
new hope no cyclone gust could cheat.
Due cycle, spin, win trust, supply
true scope both Time and Tide defy
Soul in soul can thus complete
its mission~fission and ally
heart once apart from heart to greet
with fresh~baked bread and apple pie
from typhoons, twisters, home and dry.
May mind in mind forever share
discoveries as fresh breeze brings
new hope tonight, to melt despair,
pours joy on troubled waters, sings
horizons fair where no storm swings.
Ripples, small at first, spread where
hope’s atmosphere springs spry, hurt’s stings
are eased to forecast future fair
no need to feed on fear, pull strings
attached to taut strings tied to ‘things’:
Emotions, countless, count, repair
at last the past as fast light’s rings
can interact, new Act prepare,
each scene of which the changes rings,
unseen may stitch enheartenings.
Jingle gently, sweet refrain
of dance inscribed in Book of Fate
where heartache neither know again, -
seed Love none need to counterfeit
feed Love which will not dissipate.
Mingle gently, naught retain,
as aspirations shared translate
dreams into interplay on plane
above tides’ ebb and wane debate,
above all bonds of weight and wait.
Single goes against the grain.
To fuse, refusing solid state,
momentum, mustered, must maintain,
to sow, to grow, to flow, create,
enlightenment anticipate.
Reach me, teach me Life, my Dear,
fears, needs dissolved, cares melts away, -
with each in each, tears disappear,
in time, in rhyme, as interplay
emotions felt in tune may play.
Expand awareness, shed false fear
suppressed emotions melt, - life may
entertain a change of gear
which freedom fosters making hay
while shared sun shines, holds clouds at bay.
Open up as inner ear
taps harmony where once dismay
depressed, entrapped, each hemisphere,
where doubt within, without, would sway
impressions, blinkered insight clear...
© Jonathan Robin Parody written 1 September 2005 – after Wanda Lea Brayton – Romantic Rhyme
Romantic Rhyme
Sing to me of sweet sunrise
fresh~baked bread & apple pies
There is a sonnet in your eyes
my Heart melts, 'tis no surprise
Whisper soft the things you know
all the places that we will go
how your affection you'll always show
that you'll plant flowers all in a row
Murmur gently your sweet refrain
of how we'll dance wildly in the rain
that you'll never try to cause me pain
& that your Love you'll never feign
Speak to me of Life so dear
that I shall have no need to fear
& how you'll wipe away my tears,
for we shall share the passing years
31 August 2005 11: 55 p.m.
© Wanda Lea Brayton
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Say-Yin's Yang
What would you say if on this day
one waved wand washing walls away
refurbishing renascent dream
to smooth all cares as twinned hearts team.
What would you say if interplay
smoothed out loose ends to start new way
to serendipity whose stream
could flow forever, brightest beam.
18 October 2011
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Solid Is This Knowledge
Phased out!
From admission and conditions,
Of doubt.
They're phased out.
And solid is this knowledge.
Phased out!
From admission and conditions,
Of doubt.
They're phased out.
No needs I have for worries,
Or doubts!
They're phased out.
No rush to hustle bustled in a scurried hurry.
Or haggard by a nag,
Wishing to dump on me baggage.
No needs I have for worries,
Or doubts!
They're phased out.
And solid is this knowledge.
Phased out!
From admission and conditions,
Of doubt.
They're phased out.
No rush to hustle bustled in a scurried hurry.
Or haggard by a nag,
Wishing to dump on me baggage.
Or doubts!
They're phased out.
And,
Solid is this knowledge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Afraid
My pains gone numb over these darkened years
Form a pristine lake with these falling tears
I want to change, I never will
I'm so afraid of the way I feel
A clouded mind a troubled past
Emotions concealed behind my mask
Doubt and mistrust have made me blind
Afraid of what emotions I may find
Not one friend that I could trust
Distant memories begin to rust
Afraid of regret and loss of hope
Washed up dreams left out to soak
Thoughts so clear begin to fade
For mistakes are now being paid
Inside im so afraid
poem by Nic Hillen
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There is a great advantage in training under unfavorable conditions. It is better to train under bad conditions, for the difference is then a tremendous relief in a race.
quote by Emil Zatopek
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Learn to adjust yourself to the conditions you have to endure, but make a point of trying to alter or correct conditions so that they are most favorable to you.
quote by William Frederick Book
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Restatement
Reach out from dark decline, outline fine way
Away from self-destruction's beaten track, -
Voyage which solace, balm, may often lack, -
Entrapping wings within self-pinionned sway.
Niggardly release, piecemeal display,
Drawn lines stress signs, expressing ruin, rack,
All thread together, Time sped led to stack
Regrets, complaints, fears, tears, spell fell dismay.
Know Chance may flow gulf stream of comfort, may
Restate free state of mind behind days black,
Award reward, instead of taking back
Venture backed by hopes of yesterday.
Exit from world unjust new entrance finds,
NIRVANA not VAIN RAN unbinds free minds...
24 December 2006
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Until fighting ends and there are conditions, which allow the free expression of will by the people, there can be no elections and elections are not held in these circumstances anywhere in the world.
quote by Aslan Maskhadov
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