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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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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accounts drawn, love withdrawn or jealous scorn.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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Hard Up Case

You told me once I was your pride and joy
I guess those days are dead and gone
You must have took me for some golden boy
You didnt know what you were taking on
It was a hard up case
It was a hard up case
Just another hard up case
It was a hard up case
Just another hard up case
Now all the angles have been played in threes
There isnt much that I can say
I know you gave your little heart to me
I guess I threw the thing away
It was a hard up case
It was a hard up case
Just another hard up case
It was a hard up case
Just another hard up case
Sometimes the truth is kind of hard to find
But dont you worry I can read your mind
And you dont have to tell me to my face
You put some other joker in my place
They dealt us houses full with the queens and kings
And now theyre calling out our bluff
cause you and me girl we had everything
But it just wasnt quite enough
Now thats a hard up case
It was a hard up case
Just another hard up case
It was a hard up case
Just another hard up case
You say the truth is gonna set me free
Like you might throw a dog a bone
I know youre thinking that the jokes on me
Just take a look at what you re dragging home --
Another hard up case
It was a hard up case
Just another hard up case
It was a hard up case
Just another hard up case

song performed by by Steely Dan
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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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Im In Disgrace

The first time that I saw you
You were the lady of my dreams.
The very next time I had to make you mine,
And I treated you like a queen.
The third time that I saw you
You treated me with such distaste,
Now I wish Id never seen your face.
Im in disgrace,
Im in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face,
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
You captured me in your embrace.
Theres no use blaming me
And saying I was your ruination
Because it was you equally
That got us into this situation.
It wasnt lust, it wasnt rape,
It was just a mistake
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face.
Im in disgrace. shes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
You captured me in your embrace.
Was your love real or faked?
Or was it only infatuation?
Picture you in my place.
I wish Id acted with a little less haste.
Im in disgrace.
Im in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face.
Oh what a waste. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Now my names dirt and Im disgraced.
Im in disgrace.

song performed by by Kinks
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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

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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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Just In Case

(b, r & m gibb)
Well, it seems every night and day, I get to lose
And I always held the faith inside
That love would find a way
And I always reached for more than the others ever saw
I was always the first to follow my foolish prayer
And the feeling that I have is more than any soul could bear
Hold me when I wake
Then I can be sure of who I am
Im half the man I should be, when youre gone
And youre telling me this is love,
But just in case, keep my heart in a secret place
Safe under lock and key, til I know its only me
One of us got to be the one thats true
One for the other and the love comes through
Right here or out in space
Give my heart to you, babe, but just in case
Yeah, just in case
Tell the world that Ive come to claim your tomorrows
Let the universal word go out a million miles away
And let history show
On the wind the seed is sown
We are living in a time where the tears fall where they might
But we hear each other much more than those who see
We are not alone
Love is there for everyone who needs
And for anyone who cries
I will always have you here with me
Ohh
And youre telling me this is love,
But just in case, keep my heart in a secret place
Safe under lock and key
til I know its only me
One of us has got to be the one thats true
One for the other and the love comes through
Yours, mine, and face to face
Give my heart to you
But just in case
Yeah, just in case
Ahhh, ohhh baby, ahhh, ohhh, ohhh baby, ahhh
And youre telling me this is love,
But just in case, keep my heart in a secret place
Safe under lock and key
til I know its only me
One of us has got to be the one thats true
One for the other and the love comes through
Yours, mine, and face to face

song performed by by Bee Gees
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Share With Me

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Share with me, my dear, Care with me, my dear,
vision clear to trace future fair, where time and place flow fair
joy’s grace to share space, to replace motives base
sunrise, sunset serene. with garden green serene.

0,45
Sharing, giving, and forgiving, Sharing, choosing not refusing,
joining joy for living, - trusting, not accusing,
living me and you for you and me. living me and you for you and me.

1,03
Joy tender, long we’ll remember, - Joy tender, long we’ll remember, -
past and present, future seen past and present, future seen

1,15
as honeymoon happiness as contentment where pleasure
hand in hand advancing, none measure enhancing
eyes to bright eyes glancing. fun’s treasure, joy dancing.

1,30
This shared gift from me to you, This shared gift from me to you,
from you to me – felicity. from you to me – felicity.

1,45
Love in life rejoices, Love in life revoices,
life in love rejoices, life in love shared choices,
united in serenity. united in serenity.

1,57
This shared gift from me to you, This shared gift from me to you,
from you to me – felicity. from you to me – felicity.

2,04
Heart through heart charts tomorrow Friend in friend finds fulfilment
part in part, nor apart, ends unease, mends resentment,
nor in parts, torn to sorrow. energies frees, - contentment

Each through each is completed links two minds in true fusion
reach goals, teach to outreach lending love not illusion
each through each, undefeated. ending heartache, confusion.

2.42 Cupid’s dart need not borrow Heart in heart signal sent meant
surface art causing smart – silence melts, shared investment
quarrels start, hurtful stones throw. soul to soul in complement.

4.55
Share with me, my dear, vision clear to trace future fair, joy’s grace to share space, sunrise, sunset serene.

5.23

7.15
Heart through heart charts tomorrow
part in part never part,
nor apart, torn to sorrow.

Each through each is completed
reach and teach breach outreach,
each through each, undefeated.

2.42 Cupid’s dart need not borrow
surface art causing smart –
quarrels start, senseless stones throw.

evergreen garden scene to grace

8.51

18 September 2006

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Upwardly MobileBreasts

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
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
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.

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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Channels

CHANNELS

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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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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See also Musical Anagram Riddle
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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

Poem © Jonathan Robin Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do

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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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for previous version see below
See also Do Re Mi
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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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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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Complicity

COMPLICITY

Cupid wears no double face
as two united hearts may trace
complicity in love's embrace

27 June 2008

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Complicity poem (c) Jonathan Robin

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Borderline

Midnight in the big city
At the bar drinking all on my own
Just thinking about that girl and me
How somethings going wrong
Mister, tell me, whats my saving grace?
The back room boys
Were all telling me
Im a borderline case
Back on the borderline one more time
Seven beers and still sober
Its time to change to something stronger
I cannot take this scene no longer
She could have told me its all over
Back in my home town
The old place is still the same
But time can cast a spell over something
You cant go back again
Back on the borderline one more time
Mister, fill me another
Till I go crazy and it turn my mind around
Just pass that bottle one more time
And slowly drink it down
Jeanie can I tell you?
The shame of my disgrace
Its just love or rejection
For this borderline case
Back on the borderline one more time
Im on my bended knees crawling
Im begging you darling

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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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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Crushes Are Cheap

It is baffling how feelings surface...
It feels like love in seconds, but what is it really?
SImply a longing to chase?
They cannot be real feelings because how can you love
What you do not know, such love is cheap, even free
Even if every time you see her, speak with her, be with her
Your heartstrings do tug, what substance does this love have?
What is it founded on if not knowledge?
How is it possible to crush on a girl yo do not know
What can you love about her if you don't know her?
What is there to love that is real?
Surely you are doomed

Stronger still is being 'in love', but the more you get to know that person
The less you 'love' them, the lighter the crush is.
It is strange, should not each moment you spend with her
Be sweeter than the last, then how is it that the
Crush grows weaker as you grow closer.
If such a thing is true your crush cannot be love\I t is some cruel form of disillusionment
Some illusion of love that breed emptiness and a greater loneliness
This seems to be all I know, it happens all the time
This subject is all my rhymes
These crushes although devoid of substance
Still crush my soul and weigh heavily on my mind
There is no peace in my weighed down heart, weighed down heavily with
Cheap, empt love.
Such love is not even love at all
So then there is no love in my heart.
Just a cycle of crushing crushes until all substance is crushed and crunched out.

poem by David Knox
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Crush

Crush, rush,
Crush, rush,
Rush, blush,
Crush, crush,
Its a crush, come to my place and take of your shirt, stay a while, (? ) make you smile,
Crush, crush,
Im need a rush,
You make me blush, I gotta crush,
You can getta way with murder, push me a little bit further,
You come to me with danger, then treat me like a stranger,
Got a crush, needa rush,
You make me blush, I gotta crush,
Lets not get heavy, chemistry is insite/side, dont fight decisions, baby,
Dont leave them behind, love me for a little while,
With your cool decision, Ill work you with my file,
Shes no competition,
Crush, I gotta rush,
You make me blush,
I gotta crush,
We can getta way with murder, crush me a little bit further,
We say we are lovers, we love undercover,
Crush, I gotta crush,
You make me rush,
You made me blush,
You give me rush,
Ah ha, you make me blush,
Too close for comfort, long as I dont get hurt,
I gotta crush, its a little to close for comfort, long as I dont get hurt,
Cos, we can getta way with murder, crush me a little bit further,
Come to me in danger, then treat me like a stranger,
Cos, we can getta way with murder, crush me a little bit further,
We say we are lovers, we love undercover,
Crush, you make me blush,
You make me rush, you play rough,
Ah, Im not tough, I gotta crush,
I gotta crush, hypnotise me,
I gotta crush, tantalise me,
I gotta crush, mesmerise me,
I gotta crush, hypnotise me.

song performed by by Grace Jones
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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]

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Bad Case Of The Blues

(kenneth gamble / roland chambers)
(such a bad case of the blues)
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo
I thought that you would be
A little different when it came to lovin me
Now, I see I was living a dream
cause all I do is cry
And kiss your love goodbye
Got a bad case of the blues
Its what I get from lovin you
Such a bad case of the blues
Its what I get from lovin you-oo-oo-oo
I thought that I would never see
How it feels to live a life of misery
I dont have anything to look forward to
But miss the love Ive lost
And pay the losers cost
Got a bad case of the blues
Its what I get from lovin you
Such a bad case of the blues
Its what I get from lovin you-oo-oo-oo
Now all I do is cry
And kiss your love goodbye, hey
Got a bad case of the blues
Its what I get from lovin you, babe
Such a bad case of the blues
Its what I get from lovin you
Got a bad case of the blues
Its what I get from lovin you
Such a bad case of the blues
Its what I get from lovin you, yeah
A bad case of the blues
What I get from lovin you, baby
Such a bad case of

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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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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