Emotion's Oceans - 1780
Mermaid cavern 'neath the swirling sea
Asphixiates or offers oxygen,
Uses air or brings it back again
Depending on soul's authenticity.
Echoed heart fresh start may chart, feel free
Creating through new insight 'yond the ken
Most can key into state where paper pen
And thoughts unite as reciprocity
Unbiased flows to serendipity.
Depth shatters superficial brakes 'why' 'when'
Eden rediscovers, sings amen.
Come heed Pope - Alexander - quoted, he
Marks 'little learning may intoxicate, '
Complete immersion serves to liberate.
(1 July 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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(Heart Still) Shatters
Lie about feeling small
Low about standing up ever tall
For there's nothing like a brawl
Guess heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
For I'm not feeling whole
Only now I don't know wish to crawl
Denial of the love being ever minimal
Guess heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to crawl
Never wanted you to ignore this plea
Even no golden marquee
Every day passes not feeling free
Guess heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
Letting me forget priority
A memory passes over recently
So hurt now but so easily
Guess heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to see
But now I struggle to even adore
A hope goes out open doors
Left feeling like that of sore
Guess heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
For unsure what's in store
May leave me feeling unsure
Here life isn't yet pure
Guess heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
Heart still shatters
Heart still shatters to ignore
poem by Rich Downes
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A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking largely sobers us again.
Alexander Pope in An essay on Criticism
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I Come To You
Today my Lord I come to you
and within your eyes I hope to find
what all mankind seeks
that of peace of mind.
My heart and soul is open
for your message to receive.
The one that brings purity
and peace to set me free
from the burdens that I carry
from dawn to dusk.
Take the blackness
from my heart and mind
and free me thus.
Oh, Lord I beseech you
within my darkest hour
to take away those sins
for which my body wants to devour.
Take away my hurtful thoughts
that spiral in my head.
Take any jealousy
away from my sleep.
Take my soul to your side
and cleanse it with your might.
That I may travel down
the right road
by day and by night.
Amen
13 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Maine
Relaxing on my* hands and knees
Relaxing on my* face
Reclining in the bear-trap of its tender warm embrace
Glazed with coniferous green
Glazed with excitement and dread
Exhausted from oversleep
Awake but still in bed
The shaving razors rusty but the sting brings you exactly back to
Maine
Is** the world that went south
Maine
Is** a punch in the mouth
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
Maine
Is the devil you know
Maine
Is the heaven below
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
I love you anyway (I love you anyway)
I promise theres no other state (theres no other state)
But only if you stay away (but only if you leave)
And leave me to my ugly state*** (me to my ugly state)
And give me back my evil heart so I can see you as you are in
Maine
Is the world that went south
Maine
Is a punch in the mouth
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
Maine
Is the poison you love
Maine
Is the hell from above
Maine
At the top of the chart
Has crushed my evil heart
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Transparent
TRANSPARENT
Mastery of rhyme and rhythm here
Accompanies imagination free,
Unreels and reinforces pattern key
Describing white on black much truth holds dear.
Explicit line line follows, signals clear
Must mock all superficiality -
As Muse with music's so all may see,
Unchallenged sings the poet's inner ear,
Depth draws, new meanings gleans to sincere
Eternity meets authenticity.
MAUDlin expressions banished, light may be
Everlastingly shared, shall never wear.
May this be the beginning, not the end,
Masks fall, all questions answered, links extend.
19 July 2008
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Fresh Perceptions
Though formal verse depends in part
upon what flows before, the mind
weaves new waft on old weft to bind
a unique imprint when hand, heart,
through sense decyphered may impart
fresh perceptions to unwind
conundrums which most readers find
to inaccessible to chart.
Love of language tears apart
formality, digs deep behind
the lines to draw conclusions signed
in images which ever start
to sketch horizons infinite.
Quest’s laurels rest with insight bright.
3 December 2007
poem by Jonathan Robin
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An Unknown Flows From Poets
An unknown flows from poets.
Stirring to bestow,
An insight from within them that grows.
Imaginations connecting thoughts.
Bringing to behold fresh concepts.
And interpretating simplicity...
With such a wit and depth one sees.
Respecting language and its use.
Seductively introducing minds,
To explore other avenues produced...
A poet finds to induce in time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Quietness of The Moment
In my thoughts –mind in stress
In my thoughts - self seeks rest
Heart - seeks solace
Heart - receives brief succor
I and me -shared insight
I and myself –anew a few
Soul, I, partner, and
'complete themselves in one another'
6/1/2010
[Written during a time of distress that loaned me a quiet moment before taking it back]
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Fresh Blood
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
He gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
And I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Fresh blood (Lyrics)
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
he gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris,
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
and I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Learning Class
The chairs are all laid out
within the classroom lair
for the gaining of knowledge
that will be taught there.
Some will ignore the learning call
and into the wilderness will fall.
Others will seek the pleasures
that knowledge always brings,
that wellspring of deliverance
that is within everyone’s grasp
when they come to sit
within the learning class.
16 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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Incite Insight
INCITE INSIGHT
Can candlelight melt icy start,
incandescence stem descent,
incite renaissance, shared assent
discovering dream's counterpart?
May heart to heart though far apart
heartache soothe to circumvent
walls beyond walls which represent
apparent obstacles - impart
ardour surpassing Richter chart,
gift elan confident, lament
layers in lairs where hermit spent
temptation torment playing part?
Tenderness twins thoughts to teach
touch formal frontiers may outreach.
10 June 1996 revised 20 November 2008
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Incite Insight
Can candlelight melt icy start,
incandescence stem descent,
incite renaissance’s assent
discovering true counterpart?
Can heart to heart though far apart
heartache soothe to circumvent
walls beyond walls which present
apparent obstacles, - impart
ardour above the Richter chart,
an elan confident, lament
layers in lairs where hermit spent
temptation torn, tormented heart?
Tenderness thoughts twins to teach
touch through emotions which outreach.
10 June 1996
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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My Heart Is In July
shifting away from June's bud
to leave dandelions scattered in the yard
this dawn of July
marks the end of a lie
a lie from past season
for a strong reason
in July
robin will make herself shy
and cover her reddish breast
with her celestial hued crest
then flap her wings to fly
close against the sky
i want to kiss July
and make July
lasting forever
in beauty but not ephemeral
i will preserve July
on my canvas and with magic brush
so that she will be enthralled and blush
i will paint July
with charming colour
so that she will be captured in delight
and her soul enraptured
because my heart is in July.
poem by Niji Chrys
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July Sun
you are a brand new person,
my feeble hands applaud you,
to the extent that they are able.
please don't close yourself alone,
fear is the emotion of the unfaithful.
strike it down with a mighty swing,
and liberate your soul
from the rusty chains of depression.
you will see when you are free,
dancing to the rhythmic beating of your own pulse,
watch the July sun, as it massacres the unwilling,
and bleeds miles for your troubled soul.
when this world shows you it's secrets,
and you realize what this lonely place has to offer,
don't look back in anger, your soul has been tempered
with the oppressed voice of the unheard.
watch me fly, over the rest of eternity,
solemn expression painted on my face,
watch me soar in the July sun.
poem by Mat Langford
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Peace by Piece
We must create peace,
Peace by piece,
Every part by part,
Every heart by heart.
Let us make a start,
Let peace be the art,
Of creating peace within,
Let us now begin.
Time for war is over,
Time for peace is here,
Of hate let's stand clear,
Let compassion be our spear.
Everything will add up,
Like water filling a cup,
If we change ourselves,
Things will change themselves.
Creating a paradigm shift,
With hope as our catalyst,
Humanity will unite,
Under one banner of light.
Just like the coloured rainbow,
Understands and knows,
It emerges from one light,
One source, one might.
We must unite in humanity,
Leaving behind our insanity,
This vision is not vanity,
It can be our chosen reality.
Your participation is requested,
Your participation is required,
Fill the heart with compassion,
Peace will become a passion.
Let us make a start,
Let peace be the art,
Of creating peace within,
Let us now begin.
We must create peace,
Peace by piece,
Every part by part,
Every heart by heart.
poem by Jasdeep Hari Bhajan Singh Khalsa
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As A New Road Opens Now 1156
As April with her showers sweet prepares the ground for Summer [w]heat,
A mother, Beauty's mirror, here for verses calls, both far and near.
Response from heart not art shines clear as verse verse follows, all do steer
One theme, one dream, 'Let all compete to make his day with joy complete! '
New stanza flows to stanza greet upon the screen where thrones love's seat.
Al good things wishing for this year which marks a turning point, frontier
A long the way as little man emerges from the toss and cheer,
'Run, now its bedtime, you're dead beat' a greater challenge new to meet,
On schools, why rules, why not to cheat, learning, earning. Litte feet
New legs find, steady, as Time, fleet, advances, strong grow, changing gear,
As worries, fears shall disappear, as youth flows on now April's here!
A shining light turns all austere to friendship, joy, and love sincere,
Rings of laughter bright sing clear as birthday brings treat after treat.
One road you start with smile so neat may bless blue eyes, in birthday signed,
No tears shall flow, none fears shall know, no thoughts unkind.
(7 April 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Qualities 1369 Sandrine Bonnant after William Shakespeare Sonnet CXIV
Such angelic qualities as yours
Are rare when taken one by one! - the whole
No other could combine because their cause
Does nest in the uniqueness of your soul.
Rays which the spectrum span, then go beyond,
Iridesce, deflecting flattery,
No other stimulates such tender bond -
Entirely yours remains that alchemy!
Blood to the heart returns, refreshing start,
Open source whose cycle recommences,
New surge, new urge you bring, life sings fresh part!
Nature true, whose influence immense is,
At last lets mind find serendipity,
Turns brass to gold, when life is seen through thee!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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What God Wants
A torn mind of a nonbeliever-
That's what God wants-
A transmitter and a receiver-
That's what God wants.
All the bickering and the fighting-
That's what God wants-
To ignite a thought like a lightning-
That's what God wants.
I've searched a thousand faces
Just to see Him-
I've combed a thousand places
Just to feel Him.
Crowds of pompous fools
I endured
Just to find something true
And pure-
That's what God wants.
Lost in vanity and derision,
Lost in labels and hollow divisions
Of the liars whose hearts grew cold.
Authenticity-
That's what God wants-
Electricity-
That's what God wants.
Let the rain disperse all my doubts,
Let me free myself from the crowds,
Let me let myself just to be-
Letting God radiate through me.
Liberation-
This is what God wants,
Celebration-
This is what God wants-
Just to be creative and free,
Just to share God's voice through me.
July 16,2009
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Winterval for M 'lady Ernestine.
The whirling swirling flakes of snow.
Fall silently but ceaselessly.
Creating havoc here below.
Mother Nature intends to show
The human race that they can see
The whirling swirling flakes of snow.
Wherever they may choose to go.
She demonstrates this ruthlessly
Creating havoc here below.
What traffic moves is crawling slow.
As drivers find it hard to see.
The whirling swirling flakes of snow
Reflect their headlights pallid glow.
Reducing visibility
Creating havoc here below.
Assisted by the winds that blow
at intervals quite randomly.
The whirling swirling flakes of snow
creating havoc here below.
Tuesday,30 November 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Placing a Wor[l]d Poetic 1795
Perhaps priority accorded place
Links into a reaction counter fate,
Arkansas may not be the ideal state.
Country or city zen no interface
Influential need for state of grace,
Nor may imagination leap life's gate
Gaining insight handed on a plate
As if one vista offered true creative base.
Why should one town crown inspiration ace?
Ozark spark stamp unique, supreme, dictate.
Revelation elsewhere absent, sate?
Light travels far on insight's wings to case
Dell, valley, vill, spire, joint inspiring write
Poetic which depends on second sight!
(29 July 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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