Emergency Exits - Acrostic Sonnet
In times of stress essential answers sought
Sudden surface in a subtle way.
Space and time dissolve, or interplay
Unconsciously until the flash is caught.
Enlightenment’s attained. Yet who may thought
Describe, synaptic, instant reflex-play
Embracing every aspect of life’s sway?
Split-second signals sent, received, rewrought,
Expand horizons, energize, consort,
Capture pictures which, translated, grey
Open up, disperse, may drive away.
Unlimited, our scope sets fears to naught.
Rise to each challenge with untrammelled mind,
Soar through massed cloudbanks, darkness leave behind.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Deistic maternal interplay
Hell, heaven, black, white, grey, night, day,
God, Devil, mom, pop: mind's role-play
each mirrors each, teach lives begin
again, thought karmic caught, naught's win.
Deistic maternal interplay?
Summum mum pops! Figment rei[g]ns in sin.
(24 March 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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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.
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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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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Interlink
Strange seems it that although no mind may fit
another’s unique copybook there’s space
to think that two can interlink, true trace
patterns which, uniting warmth and wit,
need never signals scan, decode, encrypt.
Life need not bow to jungle law or chase
advantage – pride before the fall from grace –
but seek through answers intuitions hit
to leap synaptic limits and permit
corresponding gifts to interface
role reversing surface scars, embrace
all challenges with energy relit.
Let eyes in eyes read ever fresh surprise
supply joy’s spring, that must despise disguise.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ballooning Blue Hopes
Ballooning hopes speed, seed scope's light,
All clouds disperse, false fears take flight,
On future fair grace places dreams
On past despair trace fades, it seems
Ingenuous finds fresh delight.
Black holes prove mirage, out of sight.
Unrestricted, beach born beams
Energize as joy esteems
Horizons boundless, blue and bright,
Pleasure spirit and excite
Enthusiastic promised day
Spirits dark troubles, cares away.
(12 January 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Compelled to think
I am compelled to think number of times
When sit in corner with leisure mood sometimes
Why God had chosen me to be descend on earth
With lot many problems including death
It might have been felt that human beings are not prepared
Not to forgo what they have and still for more to be dared
Such is magic and love for what is not supposed to be ours
Yet we spend countless hours after it and in many cases years
It can be understood that life needs enough of stability
If you are penniless there will be no use of your ability
You will considered worthless and discarded lot
You will be pushed aside and from you nothing may be sought
Hardly few may rise from such pretty considerations
They may have pure feelings but with lot many questions
With strong determination and resolve they may be able to detach
But at large we can get nothing out of it as such
Thousands die each day and new souls arrive
Some of them meet instant death and some survive
Life cycle goes on and we merely express helplessness
Life seems to us a puzzle and worry can be seen on the face
If we spare little time in thinking this aspect
We may find reasonable conviction to this respect
We may love our kith and keens and create some lovely bonds
But ultimately to leave behind giving no thoughts for second
This can leave us with little doubt
Life should be seen with this aspect and it is must
If this come to come conclusion and decide our destiny
Time space provided to us is limited by almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dreamcatcher
There are no dreams that go astray,
there is no duty one must pay,
sleep taps spontaneous recall
unwraps capped limits one and all,
discarding strictures though men say
obey.
Fey mind behind blind mask may rise
to challenge stereotypes, surprise.
Imagination's magnet makes
light of past downcast, fast mistakes,
inner orbits [b]ring twinned sway
night, day.
One hand may weave a web as fine
as silken spider's, line by line,
mind mesmerized, net-knit, winged, may
hoodwink [l]one hand when interplay
is woken by unspoken sign
today.
As Milky Way's spun stars combine
in silver necklace, gems divine,
truth's words through time may overlay
poetic inspiration's play
to lay foundations, redesign
the Way.
Soul peeps dream satchel deep, supplies,
stimulation to catalyze
synchronicity shared around,
with naught held back, naught to impound
as ransom - superficial sighs
that weigh.
Thus thoughts may roam, float far from home
from land to land, from foam to foam,
as spirit insight unlocks keep -
restraining order - thence to leap
converting into polychrome
joy's day.
Dreams hyphonate what could be/come
with what stays still, forever dumb,
retain the reins of destiny
so reign's refrain's sustained, stays free.
There is no hardfast rule of thumb
in play.
Some inspirations answer prayer,
some aspirations bubble air,
most memories dissolve at dawn
though some persist, won't be foresworn.
If 'Anything' is 'Everywhere'
one may
convert mysterious phantom mime
into enlightenment to climb
towards tomorrow and expect
rewards not sorrow some project
or interject as paradigm
passé.
Pale horse as Pegasus is seen
to set scene for door unforseen -
adventures which advance to chance
no sharp indentures - circumstance
highlights freewill, none pastures green
gainsay.
Thus dreams bring close what far away
appeared beforehand, interplay
between right brain and left can link
cause and effect beyond the brink
of s[cr]een horizon's [s]way with fey
display.
(8 June 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Nip This In the Bud and Split
Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.
And...
Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.
You and I out of hiding can be free.
To get rid of any darkness...
Holding onto us to suppress.
And...
You and I can slip from a safety net.
That has us boxed in perceiving,
All our needs will be met,
If a trusted faith we leave...
Behind us!
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
No one who trys to fly is bored!
Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud.
Nip this in the bud.
Nip this in the bud and split.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open Your Life
Do you know what there is
Just behind your wall?
Do you hate what you can't see
On the spinning ball?
Ignorant and wasted
That's what you are
But you could be so much more
Listen to your TV
Believe the words
And you're dumber than before
Try to see the real picture
Train your mind
To read between the lines
Take your level higher
That is your way
Just get up
Start out today
Time seems an endless road
When we are young
It don't need a genius to know that it's wrong
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Rise now, rise now
Feel the new drive
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Full synthetic anger
That's what you breathe
It's a strategy for all
Telling people stories
And bed time tales
But the real important false
So you grow the wrong seed
Inside your head
To the will of the modern priest
Supervised aggression
Instructed to sleep
That's the devil that you breed
All that we learn
Is just one point of view
Out there in the world
It may not become true
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Rise now, rise now
Feel the new drive
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Time seems an endless road
When we are young
It don't need a genius to know that it's wrong
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Rise now, rise now
Feel the new drive
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
song performed by by Helloween
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Motivation
MOTIVATION
Motivation springs mind’s trap, ensures
Advancement far above the 'madding crowd',
Unleashes energy long disallowed.
Desire’s warm fires spur inner surge to soar
Eager prepare to pluck fair future's store,
Clearly receives sense signals strong and loud -
Muted far too long. Thus, shed grey shroud,
Accept shared lovelight kindling sparkles for
Unlimited horizons hopes restore
Despite past pain chain many might have cowed.
Exit errors! Gift of grace endowed,
Contentment finds where two, apart, stayed poor.
Magic metamorphosis provides
Chance for choice, rejoicing will abide.
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Motivation
Motivation springs the mind, helps soar
In seconds far above the 'madding crowd',
Releases energies which too long ploughed
Inclinations under, - festering sore!
Response prepares to pluck the future's store
Translating signals strong, both clear and loud -
Muted far too long - and from grey shroud
Evolve to light, which, shared, sparks kindles for
Shared adventure where each may each adore
Despite the trammels which many might have cowed?
Error is output which, with gifts endowed,
Seems to forget to share, and so stays poor.
Music through acceptance may provide
Much joy which can through rain or shine abide!
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Motivation
Motivation springs the mind, helps soar
instantly above the 'madding crowd',
releases energies which too long ploughed
inclinations under, - festering sore.
Be prepared to pluck the future's store
interpreting implicit signals loud
to others muted, and shuck off grey shroud,
admit the light which, shared, sparks kindles for
evolution that may write fresh score
free from trammels that too many cowed.
Recognize potential, gifts endowed,
without which all stays “might have been” scope poor.
Accept that latent talent, freed, provides
the wherewithal to rise, which guides not glides...
1 November 2001
Motivation poem (c) Jonathan Robin
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Take as Challenge
I have spent sleepless nights
To find solution and answers very right
Each time I tried for its way out
I was finding it fruitless and all about
Why at all life was to be taken as challenge
After all we need square meal and manage
Rest everything was out of reach
As people reminded me and tried to preach
I am now scared to share
As I find no place to go near
How I would try to go somewhere
If that leads me to land no where
I thought to end life with no way open
Such ideas may creep in mind all of sudden
I had not known the full potential
As life would be really proving substantial
What is there to stare at sky?
Mind think uselessly about its hollowness and fly
No usefulness can be attained with doubtful mind
It must adapt to the situation and arty to find
What we are looking for in life to carry out mission?
Is it meant for eating and spending time with confusion?
Is there anything to do other than to think endlessly?
Or come in terms with real life and spend it happily
We may breathe as long it is granted by almighty
Nobody is allowed to end it for the fear of poverty
Many more hurdles can make life miserable
Here it may be seen as real danger with trouble
It will be cowardice act if life is ended in failure
On the contrary, steps would have been take n to make it sure
No one here is so sure about his life game
One must live it lavishly with forceful claim
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mined Visions
MINED VISIONS
Mind’s eye perceptive pierces through
An environment mundane,
Untrammelled rebounds, chromatic cue
Draws from echo source refrain.
Enhanced dimensions jump cold queue
Create sensations soul sought, knew
One harmony spins win/win gain.
Resplendent whole all parts retain.
Mind’s majestic vista view
Ad infinitum, goal attained,
Untethers timeless spirit to
Defy horizons, frontiers vain.
Exciting multicoloured hue
Combines to recombine anew
Old obstacles disdained,
Reviving hopes, soothes pain.
Multi-modal vision blue
Allies with orange, turquoise stain,
Ultra violet read green grew
Deep vibrating wave-bands, brain
Enchantment rediscovered, true
Correction for hoar stress and strain,
Overcoming acts askew,
Revealing fractal revels’ reign.
More visions fantastic curlicue
Amplify and entertain
Unbound osmosis overdue,
Delight which, rich, won’t ever wane
Each entity entire, eased pain,
Charm calms fears, hears voice tender, true
One all IS all, with nothing vain
Rued naught, love nurtures ‘we in you’.
Most vital, passions whirlwind through
Affection’s open avenue
Unite as one souls which seemed two,
Despise vain race most men pursue.
Enthusiastic avenue
Contradictions answers to
Offer flesh bloom, groom flesh debut.
Repudiate space/time traps too.
Magnetic mental rendezvous
Affords an opportunity
Unmet before, again none knew.
Desire whose flash fire Fate’s winds blew,
Emotion’s notions motions to
Crush any egotistic vein.
Outright refuses as taboo
Rules rigid, claw laws sovereign.
Mundanity of parvenue,
All those who needlessly complain,
Unlightly are to cue into
Delight that, dawn to counterpane,
Enlightens understanding true,
Creates shared energy none train
Or curb, divert from aim, subdue,
Retract or alter fusion.
Mid life’s harsh strife equation new
Adds two makes one. None need explain
Unique attachment none may feign.
Desert blossoms as love’s reign
Engenders Eden fruitful few
Could ever imagine, ever obtain.
Oasis instincts karmic knew
Replaces desert’s tempest train.
Mountains into molehills grew
As love’s call prospered, all seemed plain,
Unclouded and transparent, drew
Divinity that must remain
Essential as Earth’s daily dew,
Converting mortal cobweb chain
Of grey strands past, transforms dull hue.
Renascent incremental gain.
Most magic music, mirrored view
Amalgamates notes’ pitch pure strain
Unequalled in Earth’s reeled tatoo.
Doubts dispelled, fears quelled amain.
Enigmatic magma spew
Coagulates as diamond rain
Outside experience hitherto:
Real bliss kiss nothing can constrain.
10 February 2009
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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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
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Getting Into You
When I made up my mind
And my heart along with that
To live not for myself
But yet for god
Somebody said
Do you know what you are getting yourself into?
When I finally ironed out
All of my priorities
And asked God to remove the doubt
That makes me unsure of these
Things I ask myself
I ask myself
Do you know what you are getting yourself into?
Im getting into you
Because you got to me
In a way words cant describe
Im getting into you
Because Ive got to be
Youre essential to survive
Im going to love you with my life
When he looked at me and said
I kind of view you as a son
And for a second our eyes met
And I met that with a question
Do you know what you are getting yourself into?
Im getting into you
Because you got to me
In a way words cant describe
Im getting into you
Because Ive got to be
Youre essential to survive
Im going to love you with my life
Ive been a liar and Ill never amount to
The kind of person you deserve to worship you
You say you will not dwell on what I did but rather what I do you say
I love you and thats what you are getting yourself into
Im getting into you (getting into you)
Because you got to me (because you got to me)
In a way words cant describe
Im getting into you (getting into you)
Because Ive got to be (because Ive got to be)
Youre essential to survive
Im going to love you with my life
Im getting into you (getting into you)
Because you got to me (because you got to me)
In a way words cant describe
Im getting into you (getting into you)
Because Ive got to be (because Ive got to be)
Youre essential to survive
Im going to love you with my life
You said I love you and thats what youre getting into
song performed by by Relient K
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Countdown
Countdown begun, one way, no leeway where
One can reverse time’s wave to save the day.
Useless to look for aid. Hopes fade, links fray.
No energy remains, there’s none to spare
To challenge fate, anticipate, prepare
Dynamic options, open interplay.
Only stray souvenirs of heyday far away
Which weigh - nostalgia validates despair.
No space to trace another future where,
Bets placed win race, no need to piper pay.
Errors, time squandered come to roost today.
Grey before, behind, mind unaware.
Uneasy lies the frown that bares barred head
No light, no flight, and no delight ahead...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mantis and Chameleon Combined
MANTIS AND CHAMELEON COMBINED
Mantis and chameleon combined
In sorrow-smile strange siren spectrum sings.
Rainbow surface spins unfathomed rings,
Intense emotions stirs. Heart, unassigned,
Awaits soft spell but enters hell, won't bind.
Much time is wasted, time whose acid stings
Must dreams dissolve, naught solve. Vain vampire wings
Each night takes flight, though fantasy, resigned,
No spice retains, scope wanes as hopes unwind.
Defensive moats must lapse, emotions bring
Ease, understanding, joy in everything,
Serenity with sharing redefined.
Mobility of spirit and of mind
Must self-acceptance learn, fears leave behind.
30 October 2001 revised 25 April 2009
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Mantis and Chameleon Combined poem (c) Jonathan Robin
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Acceleration Generation Regeneration or Degeneration
Terse verse rehearses Nature’s cycle sent
as curse hearse food for thought life’s answers sought
for four millenia or more - predicament
narcissistic of man shaman time-trap caught.
Face lost in crowd, once cowed, may soar unbowed
outside staged stages, mournful shadow phase,
brief briefcase hard luck history, dread cloud
forever present pillow night dismays.
Man’s no stranger to hustle bustle streets,
unrailed and yet derailed by accident,
disease, or time which harvests heartless beats
as often as those tuned to tenderment.
Rent must be paid for earthly tenement
from birth to earth berth threescore ten years taught,
taut tightrope led from dark, fed, darkness bent,
with best laid plans of mice and men cut short.
Ignore swift time rift, second-thoughts aloud,
ticked of some callendar of nights and days,
of ages rushed and crushed far more than wowed,
till Lethe drowns strife's sorrows from life's gaze.
'Unkindest cut of all' seems self-deceit's
travesty of chance earth birth has meant
for opportunities before the winding-sheet's
last laugh and rictus ends bewilderment.
The sum of knowledge - man's empowerment -
now doubles each decade, and this has wrought
scope for both hope, destruction; store saved, spent,
itself prepares fresh options, cyclic sport.
Invention, innovation, have allowed,
acceleration which might seem haste haze
to most, who'd cruise coast, choose not, will kow-towed,
or caught in fad, trend, fashion, transient craze.
Unprecedented upgrade mankind meets,
greets multi-modal gene switch tripped, yet ought
take time out, flout race, rush outface; crush cheats
new world more slave than brave, wave’s bore grave fraught.
Moore’s Law's extrapolations represent
not only chips more powerful to sport
networked communications excellent,
they challenge base assumptions 'heaven sent'.
Concern to channel causal temperament
may seem as dream to stumblers on time bought,
but bumbling being bubble bursts, has wrent
tissues, rewiring brain sheath substance - sort
of myelin, white matter supplement
to speed synaptic links as swiflty caught,
relayed, as thought by neurones excellent
whose store depends on practice or to naught
is brought by lapse which traps experiment.
Bewilderment seems signature for most
who means can't steer to ends whose causal tick
beyond the click of mice and men mere ghost
appear to veer haphazardly, fall sick,
lose sight of goals, won't strive, prefer to coast
then perish caring scarce a fiddlestick
for those behind who raise sham, futile toast
to life vain strife perpetuates - lipstick
gloss to hide loss of unused gifts they lick
to mask frustration, stress, quick nervous tic.
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?
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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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Big Brother
Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Open Up Your Mind As They All
Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey Open Up
Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Open Up Your Mind As They All Survey
And In This Time Of Free Thought It'd Be A Shame To Let It Rot Open Up Your
Mind As They All Survey When You're All Alone You'll Never Wanna Know Open Up
Your Mind As They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey You Gotta Let
Some Thought Inside As They All Survey Caught Between The Parallels Of Life
And Death And Compromises Fill The Hours With New Vices Voices Screaming Time
Is Numb Single File Come And Follow Choosing Futures From Brochures Changing
Channels No Opinion Losing Track Which Way Is Up Use Your Head For What It's
There For Though Not One In The Same Receptive Minds Co-operate Do Not
Dissect The Human Race Make One United Higher Plain And In This Time Of Free
Thought It'd Be A Shame To Let It Rot Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought
Inside Use Your Head
song performed by by Mushroomhead from Superbuick
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Shake Off Dust
What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.
If I sat and thought,
About what it was i wanted to achieve...
None of my accomplishments,
Would have been given life to breathe.
I had been accused of doing nothing,
By those I observed doing that at their best.
And I never thought of that as a challenge for me.
So I left that to others to win that contest!
What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.
To get done.
I'm not one satisfied,
To rid myself or shake off dust.
Or notice it if it should come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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A Waif
My soul is like a poor caged bird to-night,
Beating its wings against the prison bars,
Longing to reach the outer world of light,
And, all untrammelled, soar among the stars.
Wild, mighty thoughts struggle within my soul
For utterance. Great waves of passion roll
Through all my being. As the lightnings play
Through thunder clouds, so beams of blinding light
Flash for a moment on my darkened brain -
Quick, sudden, glaring beams, that fade wawy
And leave me in a darker, deeper night.
Oh, poet sould! that struggle all in vain
To live in peace and harmony with earth,
It cannot be! They must endure the pain
Of conscience and unacknoeledged worth,
Moving and dwelling with the common herd,
Whose highest thought has never strayed as far,
Or never strayed beyond the horizon's bar;
Whose narrow hearts and souls are never stirred
With keenest pleasures, or with sharpest pain;
Who rise and eat and sleep, and rise again,
Nor question why or wherefore. Men whose minds
Are never shaken by wild passion winds;
Women whose broadest, deepeat realm of thought
The bridal veil will cover.
Who see not
God's mighty work lying undone to-day, -
Work that a woman's hands can do as well,
Oh, soul of mine; better to live alway
In this tumultuous inward pain and strife,
Doing the work that in thy reach doth fall,
Weeping because thou canst not do it all;
Oh, better, my soul, in this unrest to dwell,
Than grovel as they grovel on through life.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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