Find Focus 1728
Few self-selected boundaries secure
success against distortions. Envy, greed
may undermine intentions fine, immure
great goals from circumspection's jesses freed.
Need's great when limits grate, for cynosure.
Where moderation frets, ambitions feed
appetites which waste, haste immature,
potential spendthrift squandered. To succeed,
spurn sinecure, forthrightness fair ensure,
refusing pride's possession, purblind lead
feeding views subjective, premature.
Find focus as unbiased instincts guide.
Way's narrow, high's temptation's signing fee
between the devil and the deep blue sea.
(11 April 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Cynosure 1314 Current Version
Deep sensitivity may not secure
soul's struggle against fear where envy, greed
undermine ambitions fine, immure
the mind behind walls high when freedom's need
is great, must greater grow, our world has ills to cure.
Focus, concentration, help ensure
proactive symbiosis as hopes feed
on chance enhanced, spurn waste, haste immature.
Potential open-ended, to succeed,
refuses compromise, boast premature,
avoids both pride's possession, prepossession -
egocentric tomb boom's sinecure.
Sonnet session ends on upbeat - freshen
impressions and advance as cynosure.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Cynosure 1314 2006 Version
High sensitivity cannot secure
soul's struggle against fear where envy, greed
may undermine ambitions fine, immure
the mind behind walls high when freedom's need
is great, must greater grow, - our world has ills to cure.
Focus forthright's needed to ensure
a healthy harmony, where hope may feed
upon the way not waste, haste immature,
potential open-handed, to succeed,
not eat itself, self sell - pride premature.
Avoid both pride's possession, prepossession
egocentric tomb boom's sinecure.
Sonnet session ends on upbeat - freshen
impressions and advance as cynosure.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Cynosure 1314 Initial Version
Soul's sensitivity alone cannot secure
the battle against fear where jealousy and greed
may daily undermine ambitions fine, immure
the soul behind walls high, to tie where freedom's need
is great, must greater grow, - our world has ills to cure.
Thus channelled energy is needed to ensure
a healthy harmony, space helping spirit feed
upon the way not waste through haste or immature
blind curiosity, potential strong indeed:
not eat itself, indwell, self sell - pride premature.
For premature expression harvests self-suppression,
egocentricity its only sinecure.
Here ends this sonnet's session on an upbeat to freshen
impressions and procure a smile as cynosure :)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Discipline
Spirit needs discipline to ensure
that the mind may draw, may feed
upon itself and not, immature,
waste its potential. Indeed,
premature expression
scythes through empty air
to harvest its own suppression,
leaving none to care.
Egocentricity, its own sinecure,
voids its own vacuum, too nowhere must lead.
(22 May 1992 revised 27 April 2007/for previous version see below)
Discipline
Spirit needs discipline to ensure
that harmony can feed
upon itself and not, immature,
waste its potential. Indeed,
premature expression
scy[t]hes though empty air
to harvest its own suppression,
leaving none to care.
Egocentricity its own[ly] sinecure.
(22 May 1992)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Unbiased Overview 1502
Egocentricity considers key
cold guarantee sustaining sinecure
retaining pride well blinkered which won't see
it seeds its self-destruction, mirage lure.
Spirit fair needs focus to ensure
essential energy through harmony.
feeds progress, never stumbles immature,
nor squanders its potentiality.
Channel timing, expression premature
scythes empty air, impairs the will to be,
short-circuiting its very armature
sending signals contradictory.
Through overview unbiased sans detour
Time's pattern pulse may be transmitted free
from preconditionned judgements dark, obscure.
Find echo which rings true to equity.
(15 November 2006)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mindset Changes
Hired to protect the inhabitants,
And keep secure their wealth and prosperity...
They hid ambitions for more excessiveness,
To feed overwhelming egos.
Sedating those on promises never fulfilled.
Those ideals were killed!
To bilk for themselves...
Resources of everyone else,
In a pattern to deflect intentions!
Luxury and opulence,
Lead to forces of destruction.
This way of life lost meaning and function.
And a wasted integrity once esteemed!
Leaving battles of defense
To restore common sense,
Crumbling from the addiction of greed...
In backyards of their own in need!
Left in disarray.
And those who recommended
This outlook to maintain a pride in values,
Thought desired by all of mankind...
Now find they have been hoodwinked,
By the ones they believed would succeed
In providing security for all...
Without the urgent call,
For sweeping mindset changes!
And a total overhaul of beliefs.
Hopefully...
Quietly addressed at the next town meeting!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The great temptation
A sudden increase of pulse rate,
The unusual and uncalculated reaction,
A mystified set of uncertain emotion,
Seeing her moving across the junction,
My mind in stale and dysfunction,
It approached, the great temptation
She walked like a cherubic queen,
Her face so pure and fine,
I could imagine,
I lost focus and beacame immune,
Am I dreaming or otherwise,
It approached, the great temptation
I was tempted to talk,
Tempted to touch,
Tempted to hold,
Tempted to kiss,
The great temptation
By undefined means I overcame,
She was pure yet I overcame,
The realisation of a man,
It was the great temptation
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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As Bob Dylan Said
The times are a changing as Bob dylan said
And expect more changes in the days ahead
Though at the tip of the iceberg as change goes one might say
Major changes in our environment from us not far away
What with climate change and global warming the old prophecy
That 'The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth' may very well be
For in a world where human success cannot come about by material greed
The humble and compassionate are destined to succeed
With Nature's resources for human greed over utilized
At a great shift in power one should not feel surprised
In a World where for human success greed will not be good enough
Only the unmaterialistic will succeed when the going gets tough
Bob Dylan's song the times are a changing is quite relevant to today
And great change from us is not that far away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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There Is No Rest For Success
Success is a journey not a destination a year from
now you may wish you had started today.
Every beginner is a winner. Success is not escaping problems but facing them creatively.
There is no success without sacrifice.
Great success always calls for great sacrifice.
Even failure can become an important ingredient to success.
Failure just means that you have not yet succeeded.
I’d rather change my mind and succeed than have my own way and fail. Success without conflict is unrealistic.
Any person can be successful on smooth seas,
but it is the victory over the storm that gains true honor.
Success doesn’t come through the way you think it comes;
it comes through the way you think.
Never settle for less than success.
Success is doing something good.
When you can, where you can, while you can.
It’s better to attempt to do something great and fail,
than attempt to do nothing and succeed.
Success is not necessarily reaching your goal- but reaching the maximum possibilities in light of the opportunities that come your way.
To keep your values on target remember to live so that when you “arrive”, you’ll have pride behind you and hope ahead of you.
The success is truly the path to heaven.
Success is never ending, because success is like the process of seed planting. Every creative contribution like a seed planted may bear fruit.
Success finally is not what you have it is not what you do;
it is who you are, and what
you want to become of yourself.
poem by Felix Lugo
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Spurn Ambitions
SPURN AMBITIONS
Ambitions spurn, where man on man would prey,
most gifts seem sterile where two hearts can't share,
all phrases empty where there’s none to care: -
best let the heart lead head along Time’s way.
Life offers much, though who takes should repay.
20 June 1991
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Our Mission
Success can come to only those who dream
Believe in shining side and sun's beam
Try and search new goals with aims
Sure they are the people who deserve to claim
You must dream high with aim
Build the imagery plans and claim
The theory on which foundation can be laid
Put effective views and then authoritatively said
It is not like building on totally shaky foundation
It must have some basis and relation
The concept to carry basic ideas with reality
Then only it can lead to solid quality
So dream high with intention to succeed
No to steal from some one with surprise and greed
It won't help at any time if lacked with teeth
It has to be carried out by keeping all with
The stars could be probed because they were aimed
Moon could be landed because it was claimed
Mars and all other objects are high on card
We need to check with aims and look forward
So dreams carry you to the logical end
Some of the information is shared and sent
If not here then somewhere else it may prove success
With all the data's available and provided access
So aim and dream both are our mission
Life is blessed with such kind of obsession
The failure may suspend work for sometime
But in the end it has to be finished at any time
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Values
Sometimes we do things
hoping to succeed
only to impress someone
to make them like us more,
but in our haste to impress
we are flawed by mistakes
and success eludes us
at every turn of the road.
Then when those we wanted to impress
fade out of our lives
and we look back
at what we have done
we realise we don’t
need to have to impress anymore.
We then start to do things
for ourselves
and slowly our success
is finally realised.
15 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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We Do Not Want To Hear You Say
We do not want to hear you say how very great you are
Or if up the high hill to success you've climbed and climbed so far
To leave others talk of your success seems a better idea
Self praise is no praise so they say and that appeals to me.
We do not want to hear you say that you are God's gift to woman kind
But young women you fancy say that better than you are not hard to find
That women do not like egostical young men you seem to fail to see
And the few who say they like you do not like you only your money.
We do not want to hear you tell us of your successful life
And that the woman that you marry will be a wealthy fellow's wife
And that money speaks all languages may happen to be true
Few men in their early thirties would be as immature as you.
We do not want to hear you boast about your great success
It would seem that your money cannot buy you happiness
On the hill of financial success you may have climbed up far
But you should leave others tell the World of how great a man you are.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Wouldn't It Be Great
Wouldn't it be great,
To speculate with accuracy...
How someone else should be,
And they were exactly...
How we perceived them.
And we were rumor mill free.
Wouldn't it be great?
Wouldn't it be great,
To have a flavor to taste?
And that flavored tasted,
Was exactly the one craved.
How about this one?
Would it be great,
If those were created...
For the deeds they did.
And have those who knew it,
Not try to throw someone under a bus.
Wouldn't it be great,
If people awakened to appreciate others?
Instead of defaming the slander.
Or pick their names to cuss.
Wouldn't it be great if it 'was' about an 'us'...
And not about distrust, deceit,
Or the feeding of selfish greed.
Wouldn't it be greed if we did not believe,
We were entitled with these as needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dulcimer Stomp / The Other Side
Aerosmith
Dulcimer Stomp/The Other Side
come on
lovin' you has got to be
(take me to the other side)
like the devil and the deep blue sea
(take me to the other side)
forget about your foolish pride
(take me to the other side)
oh take me to the other side
(take me to the other side)
my mama told me there'd be days like this
and man she wasn't foolin'
'cause I just can't believe the way you kiss
uh huh
you opened up your mouth with baited breath
you said you'd never leave me
you love me, you hate me, I tried to take the loss
you're cryin' me a river but I got to get across
lovin' you has got to be
(take me to the other side)
like the devil and the deep blue sea
(take me to the other side)
forget about your foolish pride
(take me to the other side)
oh take me to the other side
(take me to the other side)
I'm lookin' for another kind of love
oh lordy how I need it
the kind that likes to leap without a shove
oh honey, best believe it
to save a lot of time and foolish pride
I'll say what's on my mind, girl
you loved me, you hate me, you cut me down to size
you blinded me with love and yeah it opened up my eyes
lovin' you has got to be
(take me to the other side)
like the devil and the deep blue sea
(take me to the other side)
my conscience got to be my guide
(take me to the other side)
oh honey take me, take take take take take ow
take me to the other side
I'm lookin' for another kind of love
oh lordy how I need it
the kind that likes to leap without a shove
honey, you best believe it
now I ain't one for sayin' long goodbyes
I hope all is forgiven
you loved me, you hate me, I used to be your lover
you know you had it comin' girl so take me to the other side
take me to the other side
take me to the other side
lovin' you has got to be
(take me to the other side)
like the devil and the deep blue sea
(take me to the other side)
my conscience got to be my guide
(take me to the other side)
oh honey take me to the other side
(take me to the other side)
lovin' you has got to be
(take me to the other side)
like the devil and the deep blue sea
(take me to the other side)
forget about your foolish pride
(take me to the other side)
honey take me take me take me take me to the other side
(take me to the other side)
(take me to the other side)...
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Too Addicting Of A Wasteful Mission
We can only become as great,
As the roots we acknowledge...
And keep nourished.
With a wholesome pride uniting.
We must stop any rot that occurs.
Correct its decay with attention given.
If we continue to dismiss it,
To encourage a segment of it to bloom...
With a hope that all is kept prospered,
The feeding of the whole of it will not succeed...
As should be.
And ultimately failure becomes a noticeable entity.
Leaving ambitions to die!
We can not afford this,
To become an indulging curiosity...
Allowed.
Nor admitted.
It is too addicting of a wasteful mission.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Say About Life
You say about life that life for all is fair
You must have been talking to a billionaire
You want to know about life go to Poverty Street
And those who are doing it hard there you will meet.
The homeless and down and outs doing it tough
Without food or shelter obliged to sleep rough
That life for all is fair is so easy to say
For one like you with a good job and great take home pay.
On your philosophies on life I for one don't agree
So why bother waste your time on talking to me
Since I believe life's only fair for a minority
And not for the poor billions in poverty.
Your opinions are your's and that suits me fine
But your views on life are quite different to mine
With a great job, new home and healthy kids and a beautiful young wife
You are not one to be saying of a fair for all life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Recap:
Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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Demographics had established,
The success and conditions...
Of a targeted marketing.
To direct effective hype,
Among those selected to be chosen.
Those days have faded away,
From the land of steady habits.
And drift as nomads depleted of funds,
Are those unable to repay for a credited feasting done.
And elimination of debits wished,
Increase and do not leave.
So those rush away in the kicking up of dust...
With tears from their eyes drippimg as they weep.
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Those enforced to be meek and weak,
Are solicited to exhaust their kept treasures.
In the hopes of prolonging,
The ones addicted to feeding themselves selfishly.
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Conditions for optimistic change gone ignored has past.
This can not be restored to those celebrating,
In the hopes to inflict upon others their will.
Closed are those doors.
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The ones found designing deceitful traps,
Have become entrapped.
Their ways have not a dividend saved...
For them to expect a profit that is returned.
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Within their own borders...
They become crazed!
Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
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But a tired retreading,
Just wont allow that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Three Bells
Original french words by bert reisfeld and music by jean villard
English words added by dick manning
Theres a village hidden deep in the valley
Among the pine trees half forlorn
And there on a sunny morning
Little jimmy brown was born
(bung, bung, bung, bung)
All the chapel bells were ringing in the little valley town
And the song that they were singing was for baby jimmy brown
Then the little congregation prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation, bless this hour of meditation
Guide him with eternal love
Theres a village hidden deep in the valley
Beneath the mountains high above
And there, twenty years thereafter
Jimmy was to meet his love
(bung, bung, bung, bung)
All the chapel bells were ringing, twas a great day in his life
cause the songs that they were singing was for jimmy and his wife
Then the little congregation prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation, bless, oh lord this celebration
May their lives be filled with love
>from the village hidden deep in the valley
One rainy morning dark and gray
A soul winged its way to heaven
Jimmy brown had passed away
(bung, bung, bung, bung)
Just a lonely bell was ringing in the little valley town
twas farewell that it was singing to our little jimmy brown
And the little congregation prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation, may his soul find the salvation
Of thy great eternal love
song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lack of Backbone
Degrading others is part of their culture...
Part of what they believe makes them great.
Ignorance and greed is served to these vultures...
Feeding and spreading it and they are quite pleased.
Disgusting is their lack of backbone.
And their ways to undermine.
They are sliding fast in sludge
And the proof shows by their state of mind!
What cruel things they do to others...
They do and think it's fine!
Decadent are their values praise
Showing these days these fools out of step
And out of their minds with the times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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