Creativity Channelled - 1912
Who stands on chance advance is swiftly lost,
gist takes in haste, to waste wakes, misdirection
where errors' terrors tremble counting cost;
yet yin yang spins win/win from circuit section.
To take up arms against a sea of struggles
sounds fair enough, of such stuff dreams are made,
but cause/effect consideration juggles
may role-reverse fame's game however played.
True speculation, [s]ta[l]king stock in hand,
despite clock's second thoughts, can offer cue
to tune up creativity, expand
from late wait's weight to wings which span worlds new.
Where turmoil steam's stream channelled on the boil,
there poet shuffles off [c]old mortal coil.
(7 September 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Who Hesitates is Lost
Four lettered word is hesitate
afraid great hopes earn ashen grate.
bright star turned char, flight's broken chain
with sunshine's reign's replaced by rain.
Haste not, nor waste, reciprocate
true trust which won't prevaricate.
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Tasted keenly, lost love, pain
one-sided seem again, again,
yet dreams could well anticipate
life's scheme ahead when - not too late -
tail's tale spins heads when two, wed, gain
twinned soul idyllic. Don't complain
time leaves tears, grieves. At any rate
wait not, knock on, till open gate.
(9 September 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Fame
(Van Morrison)
Oh fame, they've taken everything and twisted it
Oh fame they say
You never could have resisted it
What's in a name
And everybody's jaded by fame
Oh fame again
The press has gone and made another mess of it
Oh just because they got
So much invested in it
But they say you're to blame it's your own fault
'Cos you got mixed up in fame
Oh no don't believe all that old Andy Warhol guff
It takes a lot more than 10 or 15 minutes
That's just not enough
To qualify you for
Fame, you went beyond the boundries of sanity
And every day you defy
All the laws of gravity
You ain't got no shame
'Cos you're just addicted to fame
Oh no don't you buy none of that old Andy Warhol stuff
It takes a lot more than 10 or 15 minutes
That's just not enough
To qualify you for
Fame, they're already setting up your own Watergate
Oh fame, that stalker out there is just filled with hate
You'll never be the same
'Cos everyone's corrupted by fame
Oh fame, they took away all my humanity
Oh fame got to fight
Every second of the day for my dignity
It's a spectator's game
And there ain't nothing fair about fame
Oh fame, oh fame
Oh fame say it again, fame
They say you're to blame
'Cos you got mixed up in fame
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Ticking Clock....
Overwhelmed.....just need a place to sit....
the thoughts in my mind,
well....they just won't quit!
Funny how a clock can grab my attention,
you know.....
the kind with the seconds...
counting down.
As I loose my mind in thoughts of the day,
that click...the seconds....
I have to weigh...
I'm here...
I'm now...
then seconds are clicking....
So I have a thought.
Why am I wasting now?
Just how do I love this second?
I don't want to waste precious time....
the clock makes me hear my stupid whine....
Damn you ticking clock! ! !
Frame
Whoa-oh, fame
They're takin' ev'rything an' twistin' it
Whoa-oh, 'fame' they're sayin'
Yeah, I never could have resisted it
What's in a name
And ev'rybody's jadded by fame
Whoa, fame again
The press has gone an' made another mess of it
Ho-oh, just because they've got so much invested in it
But they say you're to blame, it's your own fault
'Cause you've got mixed up in fame
Whoa, no don't believe all that
Old Andy Warhol guff!
It takes a lot more than ten or fiften minutes
That's just not enough
To qualifiy you for fame
Ya went beyond the boundaries of sanity
And ev'ryday you defy all the laws of gravity
Ya ain't got no shame
'Cause you're just addicted to fame
Alright
(Instrumental and guitar)
Whoa no, don't ya buy
None of that old Andy Warhol stuff-a
It takes a lot more than ten or fifteen minutes
That's just not enough
To qualify you for fame
They're already settin' up your own Watergate
Whoa-oh, fame
That stalker out there is just filled with hate
You'll never be the same
'Cause ev'rybody's corrupted by fame
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, fame
You took away all my humanity
Oh-oh, fame
Got to fight ev'ry second of the day for my dignity
You're suspectator's game
And there ain't nothin' fair about fame
Do it again
Whoa-oh
(Fame)
Whoa-oh
(Fame)
Say it again
Whoa-oh
(Fame)
Say it again
Fame
(Fame)
They say you're to blame
'Cause you got mixed up in fame.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Universal
‘Universelle:
She is youth, she has no age.
She sees everything, she judges nothing.
She is innocent, she is powerful.
She comes from the past,
She is the future.’
Unrecognized though foreordained,
nought losing yet to all as lost,
innocent, though counting cost,
vast as the Past, as Future chained
eternally to Fate’s fire-frost
rich as we shall be we’ve remained.
Unique and common, in between
night’s sighs, dawn’s longings, scarce serene;
we float here, there, through dreams’ insight.
Although the strings stay out of sight
Chance intertwines lives, sets the scene
which spins round Time’s wheel infinite.
Game gambol gamble plays roulette
with Cause, Effect, would hedge its bet,
but all too often intervenes
the wild card held by Time who’s seen
to pull those strings till all forget,
till all’s forgotten, both ‘what was’, what might have been...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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April Drifts
April drifts are far away
October spins a tale tall
August just passed on its way
Watching September in deep thought of lost fall
October spins a tale tall
As if it always had a say!
To top the best of its recall
Perhaps it was its multifaceted way! !
August just passed on its way.....
Tall and stubborn as ever as if to flay!
All who dared to disobey!
Taking nature through wild winds that fray!
Watching September in deep thought of lost fall
Made me stop and talk to all
Trying to as much as I could recall
Of the facts stored away of the turmoil....
April drifts are far away
October spins a tale tall!
poem by Malini Kadir
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The Big Wheel
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Well, I was only a kid -- didnt know enough to be afraid
Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played
Nothing to lose -- maybe I had something to trade
The way the big wheel spins
Well, I was only a kid, on a holy crusade
I placed no trust in a faith that was ready-made
Take no chances on paradise delayed
So I do a slow fade
Playing for time
Dont want to wait for heaven
Looking for love
For an angel to forgive my sins
Playing with fire
Chasing something new to believe in
Looking for love
The way the big wheel spins
Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance
Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance
I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance
The way the big wheel spins
Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance
Going for broke, going for another chance
Hoping for heaven -- hoping for a fine romance
If I do the right dance
Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith
Taking your chances youll have the right answers
When the final judgment begins
Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate
Life redirected in ways unexpected
Sometimes the odd number wins
The way the big wheel spins
song performed by by Rush
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Bonjour mon Cher et Cher-alike.
What may today's self seeking search unearth?
And at what time, precisely will it start?
Will we uncover anything of worth
and find a way to share it, through our art.
For I believe each poet is condemned
to set aside a section of their day
and ask themselves, 'Would I be my own friend? '
or would the true me, make me walk away?
As much as we may muse on all that's good,
there is in each a raw primeval trait.
A selfish and survival gene that could
explain how swiftly Love can turn to Hate.
But as the turmoil turns behind our mask
at least, we had the decency to ask.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Of My Lady Isabella Playing on the Lute
Such moving sounds from such a careless touch,
So unconcerned herself, and we so much!
What art is this, that with so little pains
Transports us thus, and o'er the spirit reigns?
The trembling strings about her fingers crowd
And tell their joy for every kiss aloud.
Small force there needs to make them tremble so;
Touched by that hand, who would not tremble too?
Here love takes stand, and while she charms the ear,
Empties his quiver on the listening deer:
Music so softens and disarms the mind
That not an arrow does resistance find.
Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize,
And acts herself the the triumph of her eyes.
So Nero once with harp in hand surveyed
His flaming Rome, and as it burned he played.
poem by Edmund Waller
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Deux Routes: des routes et des déroutes
DEUX ROUTES
Two roads appear here, one to errors past
Will lead whatever speed her journey takes
Open options t'other, old mistakes
Role reversed through interaction fast
Offering fair freedom to forecast
Active advance freewill in conscience makes.
Destiny must favour mind which wakes
Sensitive to others, self, at last
Allowing future fortunate, feast fast
With welcome banquet may replace. Hope breaks
All walls as palls are lifted, bread AND cakes
Ideal on menu offer fine repast.
The choice: rejoice/refuse luck's olive sprig,
EDge lose or choose free voice, joy's whirligig.
Acrostic Sonnet TWO ROADS AWAITED
10 January 2009
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French Title Translation:
Two options - on roads and on defeats
bread AND cakes: See Marie Antoinette when informed that the people were revolting, demanding bread because of starvation she replied: 'Let them eat cake'
Deux Routes: des routes ou des déroutes poem © Jonathan Robin
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A Cold Day
I am from another tribe and country,
But you are welcome to my home my sweet one;
For i do hear the sounds of the guns and,
I don't know what it means.
Down came the storm without a clue,
And of your life in the cold without help;
For the salt of the sea has frozen your breasts.
This is like a welcome guest,
And of the tears of salt from your eyes;
But this day is very cold and,
I am her to care for you.
A cold day and of the muse of your love,
Why waste the food on the table?
For the children played and made merry,
And like the old love tune for my fair lady.
Fair and sweet,
A cold day is all that it takes today and to save you;
And of the young girl who is mused beside the well,
But you've deeply buried your eyes on this issue.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Go On
i met a girl traveling 'round the world, leaving pieces behind
she said she'd wait for me, i can't make her see that she's called to other skies
i can't be her place to hide
it's comin' up, it's comin' up again (live here long to make her stay)
and what are you doin' in my head? and why did you call me when you're dead!? (go on!)
so go on, go and take on the world (building castles, building castles!)
expand your wings across the sky, take my words and say good-night and never say good-bye
maybe in another time, you could have been mine
expand your wings and fly and look to the sky
it's comin' up, (don't forget to write me) it's comin' up again
indulge in everything you'll see (what are you doin' in my head?)
and why did you call me when you're dead!? (go on!)
so go on, go and take on the world (building castles, building castles!)
expand your wings across the sky, take my words and say good-night and never say good-bye
so how are your dreams? whatever lover they may be
so how are your dreams? whatever lover they may be (go on!)
so go on, go and take on the world (building castles, building castles!)
expand your wings across the sky, take my words and say good-night and never say good-bye
expand your wings and fly and look to the sky
expand your wings and fly
expand your wings and fly
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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Yang Yang
Yang yang holds on to a giant phone,
Yang yangs soft voice goes on and on,
I hate you, I hate you, where did it go wrong?
Yangyang goes talking to himself on the phone.
Yang yang sends his men pebbles and stones,
Yang yang rips his women down to the bones.
I own you, I own you, so give us a song,
Yangyang goes talking to his world on the phone.
Yang yangs born with a phone cord round his neck,
Yang yang never fails to stick to his kick.
I want you, I want you, youre making me sick.
But yangyang, the chords never long enough
To reach your mommys trick.
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang, snap out,
Give up, cut out,
Tune up and join us,
Join the revolution,
Join the revolution.
No kick is good enough for lifetime substitution,
No brick will give you a lifetime consolation.
And whether you dig it or not,
We outnumber you in population.
And leave your private institution,
Get down to real communication,
Leave your scene of destruction
And join us in revolution.
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang, wake up,
Give up, cut out,
Come out and join us,
Join the revolution,
Join the revolution.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Late September.
When spinney wears a misty shawl.
Where colours blaze before they fall.
The sun performs just one last dance
Amid the trees for lovers' glance.
Sweet scented refuge from Eden born
As memory thumbs through pages torn,
Where Autumn hue and poetry rhymed.
Grandmother made jam,
Grandfather clock chimed.
We ploughed the fields and scattered
Help to the needy hand
On Sunday sang songs out of tune
Thanked God for the fertile land.
Late September I stand under harvest moon.
The equinox has come too soon.
The fire of youth, age quenched with tears
Now candlelight of halcyon years
Once seeds of summer, we are Autumn's ember
Just hold my hand this late September.
poem by Kevin East
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Is Second Best Just Jest Test or Unjust Protest Gest?
When second best protests against dire chance
he or she echoes stress at life's twist dance.
Self-confidence is put to sorry test,
ambitions, on the shelf, are laid to rest.
Inadequacy often will deny
the will to try, succeed, luck's lies decry.
'They also serve, who only stand and wait'
survivor said, regretting callous fate.
'They also serve who wait without the gate'
time-server grates, perceiving patron's pate.
'What service, light denied, anticipate? '
'Light - despite paradoxical life's plate! '
They're served, who only put on weight, expand,
whose judgement lies, so heavy on the land.
They swerve from justice, who, with heavy hand,
pervert the law- for which they should be damned.
They wait, who only seem to serve and stand,
beware! banned revolution is at hand.
To stand and wait in life to some seems nice
to taste of time, like salad, lacking spice!
When dream of self esteem turns rancid, raw,
apologies tears crocodile soon pour.
Poor too is mind that looks behind not for
top flight successes, recognized, in store.
Fresh opportunities are infinite,
no need to mope, scorn hope, of goals lose sigh.
What second best may seem at any time
can role-reverse distress, blessed see self climb.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Takes A Woman To Know
Guess you think that you're cool
Guess you think that you're smart
Guess you think you can tie up my heart
With a ribbon and pull it apart
You don't wanna get down
You don't wanna go deep
Well I told you I love you
But baby, I figured that you were asleep
If you were a man
You'd walk out that door
Tell me love is a crazy game
We've played it before
If you were a man
You'd get up and go
Cos you know what it takes
Takes a woman to know
Did you think that I'd wait
With my arms open wide?
When I sow that it's over
I saw it was written
right there in your eyes
You don't wanna get down
You don't wanna go deep
Well I told you I love you
But baby, I figured thud you were asleep
If you were a man
You'd walk out that door
Tell me love is a crazy game
We've played it before
If you were a man
You'd get up and go
Cos you know what it takes
Takes a woman to know
Takes a woman
Takes a woman
Takes a woman to know
Takes a woman
Takes a woman
Takes a woman to know
Well I wanted you forever babe
But that ain't your style
So next time I'm kissin you
I'll be kissing you goodbye, yeah
If you were a man
You'd walk out that door
Tell me love is a crazy game
We've played it before
If you were a man
You'd get up and go
Cos you know what it takes
Takes a woman to know
Takes a woman to know
Takes a woman to know
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Last Sunset
The old man staring out a frosted window.
Watching life his go by.
Wondering what could have been.
Had he only tried.
Things could have been so different.
He thinks with such regret.
His end is coming closer.
This is his last sunset.
He thinks of the love that he lost.
And how he let her go.
If he could turn back the hands of time,
His love for her he'd show.
Success it was his idol.
Money, work and fame.
His work's what he took serious.
His life was but a game.
A game he played against the odds.
He thought that he would win.
But money wasn't everything.
Much to his chagrin.
He remembered a story he heard one day,
About a man named Christ.
And all the lives this man had changed.
And changed without a price.
Their lives were complete and full of peace.
And all their dreams came true.
Not with money, work and fame.
But with how their spirits grew.
The old man knowing his end was near.
Called out to The One.
“Help me know just what I missed”
He cried out to God's son.
The man with tears now in his eyes.
Looked up to heaven above.
And felt a hand upon his arm.
That filled the man with love.
And then a hug, a warm embrace.
He held the man so tight.
He vowed to not let that man go.
Alone into the night.
The man he spoke to Jesus.
And repented all his sin.
Jesus spoke with a gentle voice,
“I know just where you've been.”
“That's why I came to save you,
and I hung upon my cross.
Even though your end is near.
Son, you're no longer lost.”
The man he then closed his eyes.
With a smile upon his face.
Knowing the home going to,
Was a much more loving place.
The Savior then he took his hand,
And led the old man's soul.
To an eternity full of peace.
From a life with no control.
The old man now young and looking down.
Wondering why did he wait,
To feel the joy that Jesus brought.
But at least it wasn't too late.
The Father will come running.
To his children when they cry.
For you only have one life to live.
So don't wait until your last goodbye.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Taking A Chance
Theres a chance that maybe in this life Ill find
True love and peace of mind
Theres a chance that maybe I can reach my goal
And soar to the other side
Good things come to those who wait
Im just afraid that I might sit here and wait too late, so...
Chorus:
Im taking a chance on loving you
No matter the price Ill pay my dues
Im taking a chance on loving you
They tell me Im crazy
Theres a chance that maybe once I could be wrong
But wrong never felt so right
Theres a chance that maybe Im risking much too soon
But our hearts just fell in tune
Good things come to those who wait
Im just afraid that I might sit here and wait too late, so...
Chorus
I dont know much about you, but I know I cant live without you
I am telling all my friends goodbye
My friends cant understand but,
I know Ive got to try,
Heres my reason why,
Im in love, thats all I know
Chorus
song performed by by Whitney Houston
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The Ultimate Game
The Creator asks to
the adventurous soul
Who returned to heaven
with a thrill seeking bowl.
The Creator asks:
“Did you enjoyed the game
of your staged abduction,
Which was done at non-
descript railway junction.
For that you merrily
bought the ‘Kidnap Package’,
And for few hours they
stuffed you in a cage.”
The Soul replies:
“Yes the fake game
was loaded with fun
But I want a real
not a virtual one.”
“Boring was the king’s
role I played
Outwardly men praised,
inwardly they flayed.
Cadger’s role, was same
Begging is a monotonous game.
As Casanova I chased girls
And saint’s life was dull.
“Now give me something new
An event that is bolt from blue
And challenged my dormant sinews.”
The Creator says:
So be it
But then you’ll writhe in pain
Look at the heaven in vain
Will call me names
Call your existence a bane
Do you still want that deal
The deal wrapped with thrill
in which you’ll cry and squeal.
The soul replies:
So what if the plan is botch up
And my body has to suffer much
I know you’ll gift me a new mortal coil
And again send me on earthly soil
I’ll again play and toil
Till adrenaline causes my blood to boil.
Somewhere in background
Angels sing in sweetish sound:
'Seek and you shall find,
Ask and you shall receive.'
(After reading the news that for 900 euros, the clients of a firm in France, can buy a “Basic Kidnap Package”, where they’re bundled away, bound an gagged and kept incarcerated for four hours, Times of India,25/02/2010)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
26/02/2010
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Hurt
My heart is screaming,
I see it fading,
I must be dreaming,
Or breathing wrong,
But this is not true that I am hurt,
You have pushed me enough,
Its my turn to take a stand up,
If you can listen to what I need to say,
What I have to say may effect you and I,
What made me happy was being with you,
What made me sad was see you go,
I feel hurt in the inside and outside,
I am bleeding, screeching, heaving, leaving, I am lost,
Lost myself in trans of time,
I am not afraid to cry,
I will try not to die in this place,
You had your fair chance to flew the coop,
Your chance to be free to fly,
I more hurt to see my love ones die in my eyes.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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