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Evergreen Scene 1894

New leaf turns ova over to time's page
Empowering another causal dance
Which rich may prove if clemence move luck, chance,
Love lending life free from restrictive cage.
Enchanted wand fond future grants, life's stage
Acts out authentic play, each circumstance
Faced with fairness, wishing-well advance
That tolerates neither envy, sin, nor rage.
Uncertainty dissolved by mindset sage
Reads good intentions, punctures arrogance,
Never coarse, insensitive, each glance
Shows kindness ever eager to engage
Open options, opportunities.
Voyage evergreen gifts golden keys.

(12 August 2009)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Brackets 0269

Break down stored brackets, restore spirit's soar,
Refuse restrictions, even golden cage,
As fame has second thoughts, untimely age
Celebrity converts to dust. Therefore,
Karma of light and laughter seek, sure core,
Enlightenment before Life's final page
Turns to find one absent from its stage.
Steer truthwards, fancy, fiction, shed, sure shore.

Behind lies Lethe, Lethe lies before,
Recorded time provides no living wage
Afterwards for archivists who'd gauge
Concerns or motives held in times of yore,
Knowledge sift to lift life's lid and pour
Excited over causal links, engage
Tenaciously in quibbling why, wherefore.
Sing Carpe Diem while one holds life's floor.

(31 December 2008)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Beyond the grief.

It seems as if we are stalled by our grief,
unable to move away from it – and I wonder
if we will ever get over the loss of you. In time
they say we will, that one day we will finally be free
of the sadness that burdens our hearts, and we will dance
in our remembrance, and there will be no more tears.

But if that's true, I must admit I will miss the tears
when there is an eventual easing of the grief.
I am not as eager to begin the dance
of life without you, for the world has lost its wonder
for me, some of its shine - and being free
seems awfully relative - I suppose just like time.

I can still so clearly recall the last time
we were all together - the tears
we shared, even laughter, when you were set free
of this earthly pain - and even in our grief,
we were filled with such wonder
as we witnessed the end of life's dance.

When I was a little boy you used to let me dance
on the top of your shoes, moving in time
to the music on the radio. Is it any wonder
that music, to this day, brings tears
of joy, mingled with the ever-present grief,
which still has not set me completely free.

I now realize there is a cost to love; it's not free -
for when you love, you buy a ticket to the dance
of life - which comes with joy and pain, celebration and grief.
And if you have lived a long enough time,
as I have, even when the loss brings never ending tears,
with a broken heart, it's worth all of the pain, and it's no wonder

people love so fiercely - so much so that they cease to wonder
about the why, when or where - and now I realize that I am free
to love, and to lose, which will bring with it many tears.
But each tear is worth it - and seems to make the dance
more authentic. In the end, I will measure my time
by how much of it was filled with love, and with grief.

No longer will I wonder whether or not I should dance,
I will just be free, stepping in and out of time,
wearing my tears like a badge of honor as I move beyond the grief.

poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Separation Soon

Stage stage succeeds to sunder what
Evolved together for a while.
Page follows page until forgot
Are smiles that once caught sunny smile.
Rage follows rage, one cold, one hot,
As end awaits a stressful trial -
Trouble bursting bubble plot -
Intense unwinds to reconcile
One to one’s lot unties love's knot.
No balm spleen calms - scene volatile
Sheds shaky sighs for baby's cot,
Or sight of Spring forget-me-not.
One rage encaged until old age
No pages leaves for sot or sage.

© Jonathan Robin – Acrostic sonnet written 30 March 1998 revised 5 December 2008

Note: There is an internal acrostic that may be read in taking either the 11th or 12th letter of each line to read Separation’s Page or … Rage

Separation Soon

S tage stage succeeds to sunder what
E volved together for a while.
P age follows page until forgot
A re smiles that once caught sunny smile.
R age follows rage, one cold, one hot,
A s end awaits a stressful trial -
T rouble bursting bubble plot -
I ntense unwinds to reconcile
O ne to one’s lot unties love's knot.
N o balm spleen calms - scene volatile
S heds shaky sighs for baby's cot,
O r sight of Spring forget-me-not.
O ne cage cage follows till old age
N o options leaves for sot or sage.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Break down all brackets, let your spirit soar,
Refuse restrictions, even golden cage,
As fame has second thoughts as timely age
Celebrity converts to dusty store.
Karma of light and laughter seek, no more,
Enlightenment before the day Life's page
Turns to find one absent from its stage.
Swiftly guage what truth is, what is fiction, at Life's core

(30 August 1989)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Take One More Chance

Ooh, I dont understand,
In this crazy world we live in,
Just look around, is it true?
No one gives a damn.
Trapped in a world of illusion,
Is it too late for us, ooh?
Baby, well never know why were stranded here,
Lost in this crowded room,
I noticed you the minute you came into view.
But youre so hard to me,
Oh, why do I care for you so?
I never ever doubt, my love,
The time is oh so right for love.
Take one more chance, this is the last dance.
Take one more chance, this is the last romance.
I dont understand,
Been avoiding me all evening.
Each time I looked you just dance,
Again on the floor.
Like life itself had no meaning.
If I could touch you,
But oohooh, deep in my heart I know,
Theres a destiny,
Through all this sadness I see.
Its not too late to change, my love,
Tonight the stars are made for love.
Take one more chance, this is the last dance.
Take one more chance, this is the last romance.
[one more chance] take one more glance and give our life a chance.
[one more chance] take one more glance and give our life a chance.
[one more chance] take one more chance, this is the last dance.

song performed by by Kinks
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Revolving (Nafaka)

There's a reason for joy
consider the circumstance of life
there's a reason to remember
the circumstance of life
there's a reason to understand
the circumstance of life
revolvong revolving
in the shade of reasonong
the circumstance of life

a bitter taste of captivity
consider the circumstance of life
the breath widens the freedom
consider the circumstance of life
the feet can move the hands can touch
finally
consider the circumstance of life

revolving revolving
in the shade of feelings
the circumstance of life

pulling the trees
down the roads of darkness
killing the pain
in the shade of a cage

revolving revolving revolving

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Good Luck, Bad Luck

The film script lies ahead
Change the future, change the past
Choose the players, choose the role
Cast of thousands, cast of few
Imagination decides the plot
Play the good guy, play the bad
Heres the victim, heres the saint
Heres the canvas, heres the paint
Good luck bad luck who knows
Good luck bad luck who knows
The world is peopled by many winds
Whirling faster than the wind
Solving a dilemma of life and death
Trying to make some sense of it all
No good blaming the outside world
Pleasure and pain are in the mind
Whether we like it or whether we dont
We found as much as we wanted to find
Good luck, bad luck who knows
Good luck, bad luck
Good luck, bad luck who knows
Good luck, bad luck
Good luck, bad luck who knows
Good luck, bad luck
We can make it horror we can make it blue
We can make it slow time, make it move
The director sits behind those eyes
Play it straight or in disguise
Imagination decides the plot
Play the good guy play the bad
Heres the victim, heres the saint
Heres the canvas and heres the paint
Good luck, good
Good luck bad luck who knows
Good luck bad luck who knows?

song performed by by Howard Jones
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Routine and Style

Both husband and wife quarreled for a while
It was their routine and style
If by chance for one day they observe silence
If will be considered as golden chance

Even though it never happened in past
Life was moving at steady space but very fast
Both realized it is not good for coming days
So they found solution in mutually agreed ways

Each one of them will go and knock the wall
Strike at fast space until they breathe heavy and fall
In such way they used to keep control over anger
Sit together to dine when faced with hunger

They could understand now what was the meaning of rage?
How an powerful animal can become helpless in the cage?
If anger is controlled in any of the suggested manner
It may deliver well sooner or later

They had fought several times and broken many items in home
The anger and fight both was now over and unwelcome
They had decided to go in for a new relation
Left behind everything that was in question

Person learns everything with passage of time
They may have some mistakes here and there sometimes
That stage may not remain same for ever
One will have to adjust and plan for future

If both the characters are of same temperament
There may develop unnecessary friction and development
If one gets good sense in immediate time
Life can be brought back on wheels at any time

Both now are leading now happy life and enjoy
They have no worry at home and plenty of time to spend with joy
If animals can compromise and come to the terms
We are human beings then why can’t we think turn?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We Come this Way Once

W e come this way just once as Fate prepares
E ffect and Cause to synchronize one chance
C ombining opportunity, advance,
O ffers options, often unawares.
M ost we should make, not take, as soul soul bares,
E xtending trust which must itself enhance
T enderness, awareness, - each shared glance
H as force to steer life’s course, to pare the layers
I mposed by daily drudge which seldom airs
S incerity authentic or romance
W hich might unite to lighten future stance
A nd answers find to mind’s most secret prayers.
Y ears into seconds may encapsulate
ONCE to forever, tuning into Fate.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Chronicles of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 3 Softer

Run here
Workout there
Take a whole wad of hair
Smack it on your knee
All command given to me
Now please give me less
Now after I have done all the rest
There are less and less
As tomorrows fly by
So high in the sky
So high I cannot reach
Wishing someone teach
Me to touch the stars, Iest I die
And be grounded... never thought how to fly
Because I've always been kept in this cage
As i build up more rage
Yet less commands they are soft now
Sometimes I ask how
Yet i lay in the ranks lay in the cage
Lay in wait
Open the cage...remove.. wait
No commands, let the beast out
I know it won't happen, but maybe there's doubt
But if one day
It could get out and get away...no
Not today
not today though... though i lay in wait
Wishing to clean the slate
If i start new
Then rage would take over, and a red hue
Would emerge and take over my sight
I would let it out happily
But i will not let
This stage be set
I will keep all feelings in
For now..
Outside I think of this...
Softer I must let.. I must never let it out

poem by David Knox
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Have you got the courage?

Have you got the courage?
To deal with personal baggage

Have you got the courage?
To embark on a new voyage

It is crystalline common knowledge
Many a woman born with courage
Has had piffling or no privileges
To travel through life’s hideous passage
And stand stubbornly by her message

Highs but not the lows, If you one of those
Have you got the courage, to end your marriage?

Have you got the courage, to face your fears?
Or experiment with new ideas

Have you got the courage, to say you love me?
And maturely accept if I glee or flee

Have you got the courage, to repair all self inflicted damage
Before your life becomes wastage

Have you got the courage, to learn a new language?
Can you manage with new knowledge?

Have you got the courage, to admit your gruesome rage?
Instead of acting like an actress on stage

Courage comes with age
When priority is no more image
Courage comes with change
Evolving from leadership shortage

In life, at this stage
Courage is something you must engage
It must be clearly visible in every page

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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30th Page

My Life, my story,
Like a play on stage
A book with a tale
Year for me, for you just a page.

The first few ones
Day's innocent, beautiful age
But time gets hard,
was destined to rage

In teens imagined
Bird trapped in a cage
Who dreams freedom
Feathers all white with a little beige.

Twenties spent, in tests n struggle
Came of age, could measure n gauge
limits and restrictions, its all in ones head
its Liberation Day on my 30th page.

poem by Samima Shah
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Beyond Straitjackets - 1567 - May 2008 Version

Life's pattern shifts as time from time's thread stock
mutates or waits on catalyst to key
into, through, metamorphosis to see
beyond historic references' lock
beyond straitjackets that clear thinking block.
The answer may not individuality
be seen to be but way we Destiny
engage in path unique as life's short clock
tic tocs from birth to berth, first shock, last dock.
Genes seldom hold free-will or equity
in fee - to Darwin contradictory -
dreams, compromise, from each bloom, blow half-cock.
Through open options, opportunity,
each may advance, find wings, at last feel free

(24 May 2008)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tempus Fugit

TEMPUS FUGIT

Another day plays out, mocks time and place,
inseminating choice with seeds which chance
encounters may have made, or circumstance
contrived to seem haphazard. Steeplechase
Man runs against his life-clock tides a space
ephemeral which ends by happenstance
or slow disintegration. Yet the dance
reels on. The players differ, as the pace
speeds up and ever onwards to enlace
the dancers in a mesh where to advance
leads down the serpent’s jaws, but backward glance
turns fresh to salt yet halts not wretched race.
Yet often those opposing normalcy
are double bound by chains they seek to free.

8 July 1991

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[c] Jonathan Robin

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Life roads

We all have different life roads,

we all think which one to choose,

some choose their road and crawl it,

they have no wish to fly.thinking it's a wit.

It's hard for them to learn the truth of life,

such people go with the tide

and fear like a hare living in a form with fright;

their feelings and soul are hidden,

they are always afraid to be bitten;

they take life as a boring groove,

it's so difficult for them to move.

Some people think that happiness -

living in a golden cage.

They speak with rage about freedom;

the golden cage is their stage.

In relation to some of those who get freedom:

they fuss, they dash about,

don't know what to do with it

and their life also becomes a rut,

they step on their own foot.

May be Shakespeare's famous words were true

'Life is a stage, and we are all actors'.

We all have entrances and our exits,

we take them as facts and persist.

But I would like to sing a song for those

who were not afraid to fall

but did everything in their power,

strained themselves in the utmost.

They had enough courage and strength

to get up and go on up the hill,

having their greatest will

they can surely pay for their life bill.

The science of life is so complicated

and only by God it can be rated.

But the roads of life are all self created.

Larisa R(Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Players

The summer leaves in autumn fall
covering grass and garden walls.
A passing page on life’s stage
soon forgotten as the next season calls,
a circling unforgiving tide
that carries with it our passing lives.
Players are we upon the stage
of life’s ever turning page.
We live today and pray for tomorrow
that we may again grace the stage
of its next passing page.
And so life goes on
from birth and beyond
as players on the stage of life.

23 June 2009

poem by David Harris
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Let’s Dance

Let me take you by the hand
And lead you to the dance floor
Once more
Let’s embrace to the rhythm
Sway to the melody
And let the music set us free
Set us free
Let me take you by the hand
And spin you round and round
Let’s get lost in the mystery of the sound
So let’s dance
If we ever get the chance
Let’s dance
Whatever the circumstance
Let’s dance
It’s the formula for romance
Let’s dance
So take my hand and get up on your feet
Wrap your arms around me and feel the heat
Our hearts are pounding to the loud drum beat
Let’s make this night of love complete
So let’s dance
If we ever get the chance
Let’s dance
Whatever the circumstance
Let’s dance
It’s the formula to romance
Let’s dance

poem by Alfred Ramos
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Out of your rut! !

Sometimes a change of circumstance
which seems to be a tragedy.
Turns out to be a second chance
to take you where you ought to be.

Your firm decides it must downsize,
your job amongst the first to go.
Although you’re taken by surprise.
You know you set your sights too low

You have no choice but to review
the reasons that you chose to stay
In a job which offered you
nothing but boredom day by day.

Redundancy may prove to be
to your advantage in the end.
You must examine thoroughly
the options which you have my friend

Accept responsibility
Decide just what you want to do
and then go on triumphantly
You can make all your dreams come true.

14/05/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Old Wishing Well

Oh wishing well, oh wishing
Well

Will you answer me truly

If I dropp a quarter down large
Mouth

Will you answer me truly

Oh wishing well, oh wishing
Well

I want to know if my future
Look grim

Or that of a happy life ending

Will I travel the open seas

To all the exotic islands

Will I travel the world making
My imprint on life

Will I find love in mall

Or maybe my travel afar

Here I go oh wishing well
I'm eager to know my fate

Time for my wish oh wishing
Well

So

I dropped a quarter into the wishing
Well

So excited was I

It began tumble and twirl

I can see my reflection all so well
Down
This black hole that is turning

The wishing well “said to me”

Your life will be long maybe

Prosperous

You're travel the world end to
End..

Will I find my true love that
Wait's?

Well the wishing well tumble for a
Second

'And said to me'

Just dropp me a silver dollar
Than I can tell all that you
Seek..

So I ran into my house and
Went into my big jar and found

Me silver dollar

I ran back to the wishing well and
Drop that silver dollar

That old wishing well just said to me
“Thank you kindly'

But

Next time don’t believe an old
Wishing well like me

For I have grown old and ran out
Of wishes..

And wishes don't always come true..

poem by Carolyn Sears
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Causal

Take it causal
Life is causal
Your whole existence is causal
Sunrise sunset causal
Governing bounding causal
Rolling wheel is causal
Pin of axle shaft also causal
Your life is causal
Your whole existence is causal.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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