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Somewhere within each double helix haze
Our geni[e]us reaches out with magic wand,
Unites in sprung wrung multi-modal bond.
Recordings - unique keynote paraphrase.
Chained chromosomes control Life's nights and days,
Encoding telomeres in locks, dark, blond,
Strand chance entangled links before, beyond.
Design or dice? Still Nature antics plays,
Enigma existential, all decays
Little's known what from primaeval pond
Advances into future vagabond,
Versatile mutant, fenced from gnostic gaze.
If Time's spring somehow could be role-reversed
Earth might not know soft music's flow here versed.
(12 September 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Somewhere within each double helix haze
O ur genius reaches out with magic wand
U nites inside a multi-layered bond
R ecordings, unique keynote paraphrase.
C hained chromosomes control Life's nights and days,
E ncoding telemeres in locks, dark, blond,
S trand chance entangled links before, beyond.
D esign or dice? Still Nature antics plays,
E nigma existential, all decays.
L ittle's known what from primaeval pond
A dvances to a future vagabond,
V ersatile mutant, fenced from gnostic gaze.
I f Time's spring somehow could be role-reversed
E arth might not know the music's flow here versed.
(10 February 1996)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Music Keys Muse
Music offers key that may unlock
emotions’ tides which wash wide, far beyond
life’s toil and troubles, act as magic wand
ending Time’s hold on Man’s internal clock
where fresh horizons future fair unblock.
Enchantment uninhibited, true bond,
links heart to heart as each to each responds
as agent free to answer Chance’s knock.
Music’s magic, shared, must distance mock,
exchanging tone-true notes, souls correspond,
unleashing feelings, sound profound and fond,
resplendent rainbow unwrecked by Time’s rock.
Love’s lighthouse beacon crowned with music may
illuminate, each season sweet as May.
19 September 2005 revisedd 10 April 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Song Approaches New Grace
SONG APPROACHES NEW GRACE
Song Approaches New Grace Through One Mission Accomplished. Magic Aim Unites Dreams, Empathy, Contentment
SONG which both strong and tender tries to be
APPROACHES sonnet sequence with a smile,
NEW robes for old shakespearian dons awhile,
GRACE praising to her face eternally
THROUGH lines which many levels twine, - yet free
ONE message steady signs, resists time's trial -
MISSION meant to fertilize hope's phial,
ACCOMPLISHED over all add_verse_city.
MAGIC pen, when granted liberty,
AIM guides flame to fruition, free from guile,
UNITES both heart and head with simple style.
DREAMS ideal rejoin reality,
EMPATHY sinks need for thought yet feeds
CONTENTMENT, joy, restranding Shakespeare’s seeds…
? 2001 revised 27 September 2008
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ALLY heart, and head to reconcile
UNLIMITED, and multi-modal style,
DANCE and inner glance with chance to free
ENDLESSLY dream is our care, to key
LIGHT flight restranding Shakespeare versatile.
Song Approaches New Grace poem (c) Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Prisma
Rainbows shine pure through spray
of drops, prismatic view
of multi-coloured hue
emerges from the grey.
What seem impressions true
tomorrow melt away.
Dawn's daily spider play
displays silk nets anew,
through diamond stranded dew
lights scintillate, breeze sway –
all things sing echo, clue
interpreting the Way.
Dew's sparkling interplay
between earth, water too,
empowers life; curfew
of night lifts, gifts relay
world’s waking wonder woo,
air slakes thirst, scorns delay.
Nature must convey
respect to dew as due,
for where its overdue
photosynthesis may
not from primaeval stew
evolve - for mammals too
no haemoglobulu.
Life offers [th]us each day
diversity where you
can rediscover new
its beauty on your way
to Paradise, - display
of nuances, each true.
So as we travel through
time’s complex interplay
perhaps impressions stay,
perhaps disperse into
new background bright and blue,
perhaps... but who can say?
How can links one mind drew
then be restated? Clay
may be remodelled, hay
cut neatly so a few
twin stems splice true, but who
may reproduce mind ray
unique of each soul’s s[t]ay?
12 September 1996 revised 5 October 2009
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Prisma
As clouds contain a spray
of drops, prismatic view
of multi coloured hue
emerges from the grey.
What seem impressions true
tomorrow melt away.
As daily spiders play
their silken nets anew
through diamond stranded dew
light shines in every way –
so all is echo, clue
interpreting the Way.
Life offers [th]us each day
diversity where you
can rediscover new
its beauty on your way
to Paradise, - display
of nuances, each true.
So as we travel through
time’s complex interplay
perhaps impressions stay,
perhaps they melt into
a background bright and blue,
perhaps... but who can say?
How can links one mind drew
then be restated? Clay
can be remodelled, hay
cut neatly so a few
stems twins appear, but who
may reproduce mind ray
unique of each man’s s[t]ay?
12 September 1996
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The egg of every species of animal or plant carries a definite number of bodies called chromosomes. The sperm carries the same number. Consequently, when the sperm unites with the egg, the fertilized egg will contain the double number of chromosomes.
quote by Thomas Hunt Morgan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Juggler
Eyes recollect facts, won't forget,
store, integrate, restore on cue,
respond beyond horizons flecked
with amber, honey, turquoise, blue,
can juggle concepts pole to pole.
From fears unmet to hopes as yet
unanswered [s]he advances through
fields full of feelings most neglect,
or, worse, reject as threat unto
their omnipresent self-control.
The optic nerve, cone, baton decked,
free from Bell's Palsy, signals to
the brain correcting each defect,
synapses jumped as kangaroo,
help understand life's parabole.
Free to connect to cause/effect,
eyes catalyze, pursue, review,
insight may fancy's flights project
anticipate inventions new
strange spun to change fun future's role.
Where most fears fret, impatient bet
on overlooked, uncertain clue,
there joy elects to intersect
causal rainbows few see through,
connecting halves to make true whole.
Beyond appearances sights set,
explore new interactions to
key into every side effect
induced by links or pattern flow
which show dimensions which may role
reverse as juggler can collect
multi-coloured palette. Who
decodes expects to recollect.
the ways life's [t]issues link into
weird causal web which rigmarole
appears to most who swift forget
truths taught, who, vain, vain dreams pursue.
Experience learns to expect
perspectives, twists and insights new,
surrenders search for strict control.
Strife, blunders, debt, aside set, whet
the appetite for wonders too
diverse to mention, silhouette
may by mind's eye be conjured to
image sublime, life's cherry bowl.
(19 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ballade Of Midsummer Days And Nights
With a ripple of leaves and a tinkle of streams
The full world rolls in a rhythm of praise,
And the winds are one with the clouds and beams -
Midsummer days! Midsummer days!
The dusk grows vast; in a purple haze,
While the West from a rapture of sunset rights,
Faint stars their exquisite lamps upraise -
Midsummer nights! O midsummer nights!
The wood's green heart is a nest of dreams,
The lush grass thickens and springs and sways,
The rathe wheat rustles, the landscape gleams -
Midsummer days! Midsummer days!
In the stilly fields, in the stilly ways,
All secret shadows and mystic lights,
Late lovers murmur and linger and gaze -
Midsummer nights! O midsummer nights!
There's a music of bells from the trampling teams,
Wild skylarks hover, the gorses blaze,
The rich, ripe rose as with incense steams -
Midsummer days! Midsummer days!
A soul from the honeysuckle strays,
And the nightingale as from prophet heights
Sings to the Earth of her million Mays -
Midsummer nights! O midsummer nights!
Envoy
And it's O, for my dear and the charm that stays -
Midsummer days! Midsummer days!
It's O, for my Love and the dark that plights -
Midsummer nights! O midsummer nights!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Once In A Blue Moon
Once in a blue moon time and tide combine
Net twice in one month double role and roll,
Creative Nature knocks, rocks, protocol
Encouraging bright dress rehearsal shine
In silver chased on canvas faery fine.
Night calls on Earth as witness to extol
An aura drawn from reborn starry bowl,
By chance, or through an overall design,
Linking life/light experience, insight - sign
Unexpected to enhance soul's goal.
Enchanting, shifting shadow pole to pole,
Magic lending even urban skyline.
On this blue moon mysterious we write
ONe simple sonnet spreading shared delight.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Country Path in Late Spring
The path of mossy ground nestled
In between maternal hedgerows,
That overgrew atop, dimming down
The brilliance of the day.
Embosomed, a calm-cool vision –
Abstract takes of nature, in
Leaf-spattered green shades;
Stem-speckled brown hues;
Shards of sunlight percolating
Through the random flaws to
Up glittering sprites upon the leaves.
And avian chatter bounced along the burrow,
Smattered by the crosstalk
Of busybody insects;
But outside the green comfort zone,
Other worlds of other sounds of other life
Otherwise gave a hint of
Other dozy goings on.
Hawthorn filled the air,
Filled the nose,
Filled the head –
Pungency had overpowered all –
Gave the late-spring-early-summer haze.
Here and there a break of colour:
Odd bluebells – escapees from nearby woods –
Blue-blushing bell faces glancing down,
Aware of their erectness in the stem;
The flaming wing of red admirals
Broke through a hedge hole to
Break up the calm backdrop,
While flitting blue tits gave
To greater-bodied animation.
Nature’s warm narration –
The undertones of life.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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In Cycle Spin
Winding down scene: see summer seeds, prepares,
Reeled thread which into orange autumn's haze
Inserts green flashes, golden sun ablaze,
To time out Time as Nature's rhyme repairs
Incessant outer change with range which wears
No temporal restraints, through phase to phase
Gads round mad clock to reclad life, amaze.
Delight writes round the seasons' round, all cares
Eliminated as soft zephyr spares
Longing sigh for former salad days.
In cycle spin our lives we paraphrase,
Glad, sad, bad, good, regret instant replays
Have little chance to dance imagination,
To feed seed's need to speed regeneration.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Spring’s loveliest creature- Butterflies
What hues of Butterflies, we see on earth!
What color combinations and wing-spans!
What textures and designs those fly with mirth!
The tiniest hover-crafts- better than man’s!
From tiny Caterpillar phase, they grow
Into the gorgeous ‘living planes’ that move,
O’er land and sea and sky: from flow’r to bough!
Yes, Nature’s prettiest creature, earthlings love.
When spring spreads her verdure leafy blanket,
And flowers bloom from buds, so numerous,
And Zephyr cool blows over landscape wet,
The butterflies spring forth, most beauteous!
The caterpillar’s gluttony was right!
A swarm of lovely colors weaves a trail
Of happiness astounding any sight!
Yes, spring has come so that earthlings shan’t wail!
A magic performed by Nature mother:
By sweep of her flow’ry-Butterfly wand!
O’er winter’s frozen, leafless land, brother;
Spring’s the shrine of seasons, worshipped, so grand.
poem by John Celes
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22,000 Days
Even tho I know its only
Me and my dreams
That drive me so let me go please
Let me go onto tomorrow
One day at a time
Now I know the only foe is time
22,000 days, 22,000 days its not alot,
Its all you got 22,000 days
22,000 nights, 22,000 nights, its all you know
So start the show and this time
Feel the flow and get it right
Now the time when I first saw you is over and gone
Then I knew my life with you would go on
Knowing you so much longer
Ive change in mind change for you
You have changed to mine
22,000 days, 22,000 days its not alot,
Its all you got 22,000 days
22,000 nights, 22,000 nights, its all you know
So start the show and this time
Feel the flow and get it right
Everybody knows, it always shows
Wasting times an aggravation
Got no time for confrontation
You want to take a lot
By love by law or stealth
Times the only real wealth you have got
Even tho I know its only me and my dreams
That drive me so let me go please
Let me go onto tomorrow
One day at a time
Now I know the only foe is time
22,000 days, 22,000 days its not alot,
Its all you got 22,000 days
22,000 nights, 22,000 nights, its all you know
So start the show 22,000 days
22,000 days, 22,000 days its not alot,
Its all you got 22,000 days
22,000 nights, 22,000 nights, its all you know
So start the show 22,000 ways
song performed by by Moody Blues
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It's haze, hard haze...
It's haze, hard haze,
As a veil as a shroud...
And there, in two steps,
It is war behind the haze.
And the battles go on,
But we can't take part in them,
We're absolutly chained by haze to earth now -
We are the air workers of the war.
It's haze, hard haze
On past events, on life.
And so far, in distant land
There is our house fine.
And in front dugout hut
We are dreaming of the child,
That we were in past, but now we to adults grown -
We are the air workers of the war.
It's haze, grey haze...
It will come and again.
And so far in distant land
There is love behind the haze.
And the brides will wait for long,
When we could from war return,
And, alas, not all will then return to home...
We are the air workers of the war...
song, music by A. Kolker, lyrics by K. Ryzhov, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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Sycamore Seed
Spinning slowly in the breeze
The sycamore seed follows blindly the random current of sun risen air
Unique to every other
It is driven by nature to reach beyond the realm
It's passage is graced with pirouetting design
On landing, who preys for its requiring conditions?
It is by chance alone that is made the sapling tree
It is by chance alone it's true purpose is realised
It is by chance alone, chance that chances collide
Catch your breeze
Spin wildly
Reach far
Chance that chance will be knocked by your will
Unique you are, spinning slowly in the breeze
poem by Stevie Taite
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Them Cool Green Leaves
Them cool green leaves
That comes around
When spring breezy breeze
Is again here found
And night becomes like day
With its reddish sky
When song birds sing and play
In the twilight high
Them cool green days
When a heart beat's found
With playing soft haze
To the earth all bound
And the dark night's stray
Has said its goodbye
When love is okay
And blue is our time's sky
Refrain
Just listen to the songs
That flow so smoothly on
The many sing-alongs
Those never from life are gone
Every tune that fills the air
With beautiful tender plays
And we together share
In many different ways
Them Cool Green Leaves
That comes around
When spring breezy breeze
Is again here found
And night becomes like day
With its reddish sky
When song birds sing and play
In the twilight high
Refrain
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(There are over 50 different texts written on this poem, this one made now, as I was listening…[will be revised later on, perhaps] I hope you enjoy it; -)
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Un-Requited
Nothing but a faraway
Gaze
Breaking through my morning
Haze
It's got to be simply just a phase
Silence and nothingness
My head i must
Raise
As my heart and soul are
Ablaze
This is where my love
Lays
Empty and not returned
Many many passing days
Overwhelming lonliness
Stays
Constantly it
Betrays
My tears and sorrows
In the background the music
Plays
While i am in a numbed out
Daze
I have all of the means but not the
Ways
Lost and totally beaten
Nothing but a faraway
Gaze
Still breaking through my morning
Haze
Now i know it really is an imagined
Phase
Silence and nothingness returns
Forever
poem by Theodora Onken
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It's Love! Magic!
Is It Magic?
I know not why I love.
Have you cast your spell of magic,
that makes this so?
I have taken to notice, the magic
that is life. Is that you? Is it
your magic that makes me so aware?
You are part of my entire being.
Is this also, your magic at work?
There's a song in my heart, and a
spring in my step. Is it magic?
Is it love? Magic? Love? Both?
When apart I feel a loss. Is
it your magic, that compels me
to miss you so?
The Magic of your kiss. The Magic of
your voice. The Magic of your touch.
If it is magic, I am completely
and willing, under your spell.
Can I live but a day, without the
love of your magic? No. Not
a day, or a minute, or one second
for all eternity.
I have never felt this way before.
Nor will I ever again, without
the cloak of your magic.
You are, and always will be,
My Magic Lady.
Yes...yes, most will say it is
love. Love perhaps.
Magic? Definitely.
poem by Waldon Pond Productions
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Earth Safe
Death paints darkness at noon
Earth not feared of death
Death paints darkness at noon
Sun shines sky so bright
Death paints darkness at noon
unkind eyes dark so blind
Volcanoes erupt, whirl winds kill
Towers collapse thousands peril
Terrors kill, humans destroy
Death paints darkness at noon
Earth not feared of death
Rivers flow, Oceans flow
Nature green, universe calm
Earth safe, safer than ever....
September 4,2008
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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Questions Remain
Thousands of questions remain unanswered
Eyes try to see through world but solution never offered
It may go on till the life does exist on this beautiful earth
We may cease to exist still it may hunt on till the death
Life for woman in particular is of so much importance
They have been assigned with particular role hence
Whole world trains gun on this beautiful and delicate creature
Where as we all see in her a stable and bright future
What is she not doing for us in any role?
As mother she has enough of pain to tolerate and tell
As sister she has to keep lovely atmosphere with tradition
Unique chance to maintain bond and sacred relation
Did any one ever notice pain in her eyes?
Did any one even thought of it or tried?
Many might have sincerely tried to help and gone to rescue?
But generally she has been denied her role and dues
She may not open her mouth till the last
She has tolerance power to stand fast
I tried to know what exactly can be words
But failed to grasp as they have vision to look only forward
Now world at large has changed
Many of the unexplored areas are fully managed
Females are occupying important position and discharge function
Yet we fail to notice gradual change or level of reduction
We advocate limited role for ladies
As if they are custodian for somebody
Speak about them where it is unwanted
Only flaws are to be noticed and pointed
I may be one of those orthodox people
Even till date there still enough of trouble
Many unanswered questions till remain
They have no control over their own domain
Hopefully we may witness that bright day
When females may exert in every field with permanent say
As moon and starts are parts of sky and will stay
They may continue to move forward and have way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Spring!
Plants n’ insects await spring
Promised by a warming sun
Chipmunks chirp n’ robins sing
God looks on with admiration
May Day brings forth a fiery sun
All life reaches up in joy
The land is filled with animation
Spring restores what winter tried destroy
All creatures great n’ small now procreate
“Survival of the fittest” the only law
Spring rain falls, the Earth it doth refresh
Another cycle completes, without a flaw
Mother Earth has birthed another season
She questions not her role or God’s reasons
poem by Ray Lucero
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