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From Bare Despair Prepare Rare Future Fair

Strangers in strange lands where nature's maps
are daily altered: who can tell, perhaps
utopian dreams may one day be fulfilled -
what wishes we project with one 'perhaps'!

But that 'perhaps' with other minds must be
shared or entrusted till eternity
when bell and tale are told, both drum and gong,
before too long all meet their destiny.

Another week ticks off its finite hours,
last leaves weak fall, distressed are hedgerows, bowers,
no rainbow reign, polluted heaven spans
streams as polluted, mole in burrow cowers.

Today tomorrow's fears must count the cost,
of vested interests, while, with fingers crossed,
fire, freeze turn topsy-turvy, climates change,
strategic opportunities are lost.

Most are bewildered, having pushed their luck,
they find dice loaded, - chicken lacking pluck.
When all is balanced, weighed within the mind,
game years behind were wasted, came unstuck.

And so the well laid plans of mice and men
turn sour, devour their children, - in suspen-
sion stays spoke that can't stay fate's wheel, wry jest
unspeaking which unspoken rolls... Amen!

More time to spare may lead to pastures green
obscured by clouds, unlit by moon serene,
or desert dune oasis hide where rest
may not prove mirage, harvest joy to glean.

I saw myself in wa[l]king dream beside
a river which flowed out to meet time’s tide,
fresh waves to salt waved greetings as they passed
to ice-free ocean, plankton pushed aside.

A watershed, which never tears shall show,
approaches and one knows not where to go,
wide world won’t wait while weighing arbitrage
with options harsh displacing comfort’s glow.

New cock may crow, fiends' jeers turn cheers from friends,
phantom mime timer trickles, makes amends,
for false pretence whose stings show one still feels,
may heal hurt, harm injury within which ever rends
the spirit from external casing show
skeletal which nobody cares to know,
for here today, tomorrow atoms spread
around fresh food chain, pride from high brought low.

So soul must sink when candle, burned both ends,
no wick retains to feed the flame which sends
light for a moment, highlighting the dark
behind beyond til epilogue appends
a testament scenario reprieved
from papers left behind – part to deceive
and part as explanation for a gest
about which we suggest too few shall grieve.

Subprime takes prime time working overtime,
as credit cards to debit dards turn, climb
precedes a fall unlooked for – pendulum
swings weigh past tipping point, primeval slime
not dust to dust replaces Eden’s rhyme,
mankind’s equation out of kilter, mime
instead of deeds proactive, selfless, fair,
concludes Man’s play, applauseless p[h]antomime.

Some seek settle credit overdue,
some, senseless, seek solutions from the blue –
accounts drawn down close race’s case, no trace
remains, shell shocked, locked out, no overview.

Rise from despair, surprise may fate prepare,
chance choice gives voice to future prospects fair,
wheel turns, life spurns temptations lethal that
stitch winding sheet from which return is rare.

The trick, if trick there be, is see the light
between effect and cause, nor wrong, nor right,
but timing's of the essence as each day
plays in its way new part, departure bright.

Dark disappointment past events might cause
may cease today, turn retrograde and pause
to offer breathing space for weaving joy
while poison ivy wreaths good luck withdraws.

Dark reasons for a season may hold sway,
yet light through black-hole shines to pave the way
for happiness - whatever that may mean
to who must first slake thirst, salve sores which weigh
upon the conscience - fact or fiction play -
it matters not: if pain's perceived today
to morrow may blunt edge of sting sharp, keen,
that wounds the soul that seeks clean getaway...

previous title Rubaiyat of Despair
3 October 2005 revised 26 August 2007
rewritten and expanded 12 January 2010

Rubaiyat of Despair

Strangers in strange lands where nature's maps
are daily altered: who can tell, perhaps
utopian dreams may one day be fulfilled, -
what wishes we project with one « perhaps »!

But that « perhaps » to other minds must be
entrusted through steps to eternity,
both bell and tale are told, both drum and gong
before too long will welcome destiny.

Another week ticks off its finite hours,
last leaves weak fall, distressed are hedgerows, bowers,
no rainbow reign polluted heavens’ spans, -
as rain in hurry can unleash its powers.

Today tomorrow fears must count the cost,
of vested interests, we, with fingers crossed,
find fire and freeze turned topsy-turvy as
strategic opportunities are lost.

Most are bewildered, having pushed their luck,
they find dice loaded, - chicken lacking pluck.
When all is balanced, weighed within the mind,
game years behind were wasted, came unstuck.

And so the well laid plans of mice and men
turn sour, devour their children, - in suspen-
sion stays the spoke that may not stay the wheel
unspeaking which unspoken rolls... Amen!

I saw myself in wa[l]king dream beside
a river which flowed out to meet time’s tide,
fresh waves to salt waved greetings as they passed
to ice-free ocean, plankton pushed aside.

A watershed, which never tears shall show,
approaches and one knows not where to go,
wide world won’t wait while weighing arbitrage
with options harsh displacing comfort’s glow.

Soon cock may crow to cheers of phantom friends,
with timer trickled none need make amends,
or further false pretence with insult rare
to cover injury within which rends

the spirit from external casing show
skeletal which nobody needs to know,
for here today, tomorrow atoms spread
along a food chain soon from high brought low.

So soul must sink when candle, burned both ends,
no wick retains to feed the flame which sends
light for a moment, highlighting the dark
behind beyond til epilogue appends

a testament scenario reprieved
from papers left behind – part to deceive
and part as explanation for a gest
about which we suggest too few will grieve.

Subprime takes prime time working overtime,
as credit cards to debit dards turn, climb
precedes a fall unlooked for – pendulum
swings weigh past tipping point, primeval slime

not dust to dust replaces Eden’s rhyme,
mankind’s equation out of kilter, mime
instead of deeds proactive, selfless, fair,
concludes Man’s play, applauseless p[h]antomime.

Its time to settle credit overdue
no sense to seek solutions from the blue –
accounts drawn down close race’s case, no trace
remains, shell shocked, locked out, no overview.

3 October 2005 revised 26 August 2007

after Edward Fitzgerald Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

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Alcuin - 0293 2005 Version

Awhile pray pause who, passing by the way,
Lines read, reflections fragile, seedling's clay.
Can you wring from my fate what your's may be?
Unwound my watch, soon your's spun history!
In spite of this world's gifts, Time's ticks won't stay.
Now here, then there sped, bed from care carefree.

And can you for my fortune care today,
Leaves turn to trace if I was sad or gay?
Care you a fig? How long in memory,
Unused, the trace of what Life was to me
In yours may stay, int-urned - all fades away,
Naught human may defy Eternity.

"Are there still Gods who souls with feathers weigh? "
Life's stings some cling to, just for one more day.
Chance led my dance, the rest is best set free,
Unsightly glance, dust in dust locked. No key
Is there unless, perchance, through D.N.A.
Nature's template may decoded be.

(16 March 2005)

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Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Ses Mots Sont Ici II

Notes on Polyacrostic Palimpsests

Acrostic: Verse in which certain letters form a word or message
Polyacrostic: Several acrostics within the same composition
Acrostics to be found below
Ses mots sont ici [vertical acrostic from 1st Line S of has] [French – his/her words are here]
Susan Sellers SS [1 vertical external and 2 diagonal bottom up acrostics keyed as above to the 1st line S of has]

Palimpsest:
A manuscript on which more than one text is written with
earlier writing, or one level of meaning, partially visible.

Ses Mots Sont Ici II

Sweet friend has Time Time conquered in your heart,
used no successes’ superficial glow
somehow as jest so settle life as though
all fades, - a dream's drawn ready to depart?
Not in the years of age should these thoughts start!
So often sleep steals laughter, ends Time’s flow,
expels old love, sends slight grace, - then we go.
life dies away as cold evenings chart
Life is a song whose chorus sings: Depart!
Even now cause and effect knock, so
reward each instant, Time shan't wait, you know.
So seek within, till safe your soul, then part.
Surrender true choice not, return trust's song
Sure to evolve, find Way, may soul stay strong...

16 May 2005 revised 6 January 2007
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Susan Sellers

Sweet friend has Time Time conquered in your heart.
Used no successes’ superficial glow
Somehow as jest so swift adopted though
A glued remora’s maw right hard to part.
Not in the years of freedom should one start!
So often sleep steals laughter, and, Time’s flow,
Expels old love, sends slight sursis. We go.
Lives leave ere summer’s eves grow long, ends chart.
life as silence soon falls stricken by Time's dart.
Even now, while in fame your name may grow,
Ribald critics try, false praise bestow.
So seek within, till safe your soul, - spurn mart.
Surprises will chains burst, turn tables, - you’re
Sure to win, and find Eve’s apple’s [s]core...

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Stones Flake to Sand

Stone flakes to sand, and mountains melt to mould,
as Time's transgressions fault lines day by day.
Nature's plans, tectonic placques enfold,
grind growth to grit as bit by bit they fray.

Each season’s growth, though loth, fails, tale soon told,
same story – morning glory - passing play.
Dictators fêted, mated stranglehold -
as swift their rise their fall, ball out of play.

Raging volcanoes age, old page stone cold.
Gone - lifeless echo – mighty mammoth's sway.
Alas what fossil still sends scented spray?
Ruined are idols piled, forgot, unsold.

Yet galaxies from dust clouds coalesced, -
add H²O and Time … Life’s lit_mus[t] test.

Yet hibernation's dreams strange themes may range,
encouragment when sleeper will away
to time to take on time and win from day
an inspiration which may rearrange
the causal puzzle into rhymic change,
patterned and coherent interplay.
Primitive percussion's disarray
cedes passage to more positive exchange,
friction weak points penetrates, long-range
becomes transparent, quake wakes hideaway
potential which through meltdown finds true way
to free self from self, spurning all short-change.
Star-sapphire gems from molten core pour light
relieving fragile fears to heal past plight.

To hear today, unheard tomorrow, 'sleep
upon the midnight with no pain' said Keats,
prerequisite for change remains - who cheats
mortality may just stagnation reap
as atrophy denies the urge to peep
'beyond the veil' or risk [s]tale self defeats.
Time's telomeres must conquer self-conceits
as second-thoughts with watch hands onward creep.
States - like perceptions - change. Once ocean deep,
now Himalayan peak, tomorrow eats
into appearance. Cyclic spin repeats
theme's variations, constancy still keeps.

Both life and lifeless atoms recombine,
can poet's line frustrate Time's veiled design ?

25 March 2005 revised 1 December 2006, and 20 July 2008 second sonnet 25 October 2007 3rd sonnet 20 July 2008
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for initial version entitled Sang to Margaret see below

Sang to Margaret

Stone flakes to sand, and mountains melt to mould,
As Time's transgressions etch on day by day
Nature's plans, tectonic placques enfold -
Grind growth to grit as bit by bit they fray.
Thus other blossoms fail, their tale soon told
On words where glory seldom prints its way.
Mated dictators mute, who’d once boot bold, -
As swift their rise their fall, (p) all is dismay.
Raging volcanoes turn extinct, stone cold,
Gone - lifeless echo – mighty mammoth's sway,
Alas what fossil still sends scented spray?
Ruined are idols piled, forgot, unsold.
Each far from madding crowd’s ignoble strife
To Lethe’s lost, while She stands forth for life!

25 March 2005

frustrate to be read as incorporating
FRUSTRATE
RUST ATE
RUST RATE
FATE ATE RUST
FATE ATE US
RUST STATE
FATE SATE US
FATE ATE US
RATE US SAFE
etc.

Life’s lit_mus[t] test. lit in French means bed and must is synonym for mold so there are several layers of meaning vehicled here beyond the EST or Eastern Standard Time

'to sleep upon the midnight with no pain' John Keats: Ode to a Nightingale

'Beyond the Veil'... See rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam Edward Fitzgerald

Time's telomeres
http: // en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telomere
If cells divided without telomeres, they would lose the end of their chromosomes, and the necessary information it contains. (In 1972, James Watson named this phenomenon the 'end replication problem.') The telomere is a disposable buffer, which is consumed during cell division and is replenished by an enzyme, the telomerase reverse transcriptase.

This mechanism usually limits cells to a fixed number of divisions, and animal studies suggest that this is responsible for aging on the cellular level and affects lifespan.

Once ocean deep, now Himalayan peak: n.b. The Himalayas were once a deep ocean trench and seabed fossils are not uncommon 4 000 meters above today's sea-level

__________________________

Away with locks, with shocks, with furrowed brow
Let circles spiral out to challenge Fate.
Ideals which wall no more incarcerate
Can open door for sharing soul-song now.
Eliminate fears tear-lined, weary bow,
Bind hope to scope as cares evaporate,
Antagonisms dark thus dissipate.
Life unlocks doors, shows spirit naught can cow
Demands relief from reef, briefs sharing’s vow,
With grief’s tide set aside, abide, berate!
Illow heart’s dart to melt all trace of hate.
NResponse reaction scorns, may peace allow.
All fears, years yearning, tears, cease, release
Banish pain’s strain chain, reach unstained peace.

25 October 2007

Speak not of locks, of shocks, of furrowed brow
as circles spiral out to challenge Fate.
no corridors can wall, incarcerate
great soul whose door for sharing’s open now.
To tears she fears, to weary stooping bow
Open heart, help hurt evaporate,
Miasma, darkness Life will dissipate.
Another door to spirit naught can cow
Remains to open, leads to sharing’s vow,
Grief set aside, reef won’t abide, berate!
Allow Love’s dart to melt all trace of hate.
Response reaction scorns, can peace allow.
End fears! the years, the tears, cease choke and smart,
The pain, the strain, the chain, ease broken heart

25 March 2005

Stones Flake to Sand poem © Jonathan Robin

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As Dew from Lily Pearls

AS DEW FROM LILY PEARLS
As dew from lily pea[r]ls away
Stretched time can’t rhyme eternity.
Desire whose fire may warm today
Ephemeris is seen to be.
We pass, time due, climb through life’s play,
Fall, fate forgotten, from life’s tree,
Remembered in leafed album stray,
Or – for a spell – where family
Must thrust dust, trust our writings may
Lift spirits from banality.
If ALL is in, through, ALL our stay
Lingers in some way to key
Youth, age, together, thus may mock despair,
PEARL Seed be[a]d-feed leads to new life, joy rare...

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Tomorrow

Tomorrow it is
Tomorrow we will
See where the roads they lead
Tomorrow's my dream
Tomorrow's the better me
Tomorrow never may be
Looking inside tomorrow's head
Tomorrow pretends to be brain dead
Tomorrow wants me to long for him
I spend today seeing tomorrow's beam
Tomorrow is there
Yesterday's tomorrow is here
Yet tomorrow I seek
My lamp's got enough oil and wick
Tomorrow where are you?
I've seen today but I look out for tomorrow's dew
Not today, I'll take care of that tomorrow
Tomorrow I'm here, tomorrow you're today
From 5years old, I'm 50years old one more day
The hour-glass spins and sands they turn
The clock it ticks, the second-hand warns
Tomorrow is today gone
What have you done? .

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Reasons

REASONS

If all the world were sparkling sun,
and all well finished once begun,
then I would wish upon a dream
with you as Queen, play perfect team.

If every bat could score home run,
if mice and men could plan their fun,
if every sparkle held a gleam
to light true thinklings till they teem,

If skies were blue, if banned were gun
if wonder, too, though shared eyes shone,
then hand in hand we would redeem
lost time and rhyme with flowing scheme.

But time and tide alas adds care
and age turns gravewards flower fair,
so show more reasons why I should
as squire dreams fire through ill and good?

Can brand new world new words prepare?
Will there be space to 'stop and stare'?
rare faith in flight where man, maid might
scare wraith, sin, blight, prayer scan, braid light?

January 19 2007
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Poem © Jonathan Robin Reasons

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Rondo Mirror

When tidal waves of Time mock Fame,
have waved goodbye to humankind,
what which remains may, deep in rime,
deep-frozen stay until Change find
strange species with an unknown name,
whose mores no human finds sublime,
set out, new universes tame.

Alternative galactic clime
through nova warming – fun to blame -
could broil life first, then through enzyme
bacterial pride's self-acclaim
convert to carbon, methane, slime,
a vision choice, or hell-fire flame
devour the oddest pantomime
star systems witnessed, ‘sense’ proclaim.

A strange physique, another mind,
may race, chase universal prime,
act out perceived need, trace seed chain,
from ocean brine could start the grind
of evolution once again.

Survival’s rules and Nature’s game,
to change stay subject, rise or wane
as specificities within
a given eco-system kin
divide from kith through chance dance train
which tunnels out where Time once in
might delve and dig in search as sane
for A to B too toxic must remain.
'Above', 'Below' are judgements vain,
when all's one, one all must contain.

There seems no reason to explain
that rigid rules in one place gain
no standing elsewhere - truth's refrain
sounds normal here, there cries 'refrain! '
Life's laws, whatever form or frame,
appear designed to change sustain:
tenacity's successful climb
prepares ambitions which may bind
transient sentience to time -
tied to tide system whence it came.

The wheel turns, yet things much the same
remain as ever, as the blind
and seething masses, biding time,
exploited still, will try to find
answers until fresh tidal time-frame
mocks race, trace, shocks, restocks again...

Oscillating waves of Time,
wave goodbye, scarce seek behind
veil past - ancestors maritime -
and future for wings redesigned
by evolution's coded aim,
from start to coda, which no dime
could care for causal counterclaim.

From chaos patterns recombine,
an intricate design begin,
here where, there, others ended in
ice, fire, fire, ice, hope aim, scope maim,
some may celestial choir proclaim
as evidence of super brain.

Equality may some acclaim
as proof superior, maintain
win leads to loss, as loss to win
its opposite must undermine
to complement wheel waiting game
that sooner, later, Chronos will unwind.

Alternative galactic clime
through dwarf–star cooling frieze quitclaim
could freeze life first, then life-clock chime
again, again, from wild to tame,
from tame to wild as cyclic mime
vibrates, expands, contracts, the same
remaining never, - pantomime
played out repeating rondo spin
exploring waft weave out and in...

24 May 1991 revised 15 August 2006,27 July and 10 August 2008

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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.

22 March 2005 significantly rewritten 30 December 2008
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for previous version entitled Love’s Future Fare see below

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

Cleansed Poem © Jonathan Robin

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Zigzag Way

Stream is like zigzag way
Sometimes take you along with powerful flow
You try to get free and go away
But you can’t. Do so as it is time that matters,

Try to adjust and learn
Keep no attachment and concerns
Today may be your turn
Tomorrow may be for them a u turn...

No one remembers past deeds
Race is confined to minimum needs
If it is fulfilled today
People will definitely go away

It is not surprising or something new
We have failed to understand and serious view
It was this before and may remain so
Generation after generation may vanish or go

Nothing remains permanent in nature
One has to rise and another to wait for closure
Sun rise and sun set never alter
We need not search the reason and run after

Make it point and never question
Woes not to be told or mentioned
Face it calmly and boldly settle
Don’t try to follow examples of the cattle

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Like Melting Snow

LIKE MELTING SNOW

Though dream's stream ebbs at dawn each day
must this presage its passage void?
If gods there be dreams' interplay
with acts alert may cares avoid.
Thus wave-lengths which submerge our sleep
emerge on waking, help to see
through artifice, beyond veil peep
with clairvoyance, transparency.

When effort meets no just reward
why solace seek in vain regret,
from attic, loft, or cave life's cord
can hang or lifeline form, scene set
for double bind or ladder which
prepares fresh phase from growth within,
those options cause, effect may stitch
discard false creed's imagined sin.

No lies lie in men's hearts to pierce
thin skin and curdle blood in vein,
no pin striped angels, dragons fierce,
hope lies ahead, advance again
towards accomplishments - though hid -
seem close not closed to inner ear,
dark shadow shapes themselves forbid
to see the light approaching near.

Hope may appear a two-edged sword
until the promised land's attained,
yet voyages themselves afford
an opportunity unstained
to meditate on inner goal
avoiding pride before the fall,
retaining strong, consistent, soul
on call for all that may befall.

No need to feed on fears, despair,
no need for doubt though out of luck,
no need for hunter, hunted hare,
when there's thin air from which to pluck
pluck - courage - role-reversing tears
despite years' spin none can subtract
from finite space to trace hope's cheers
before death's magnets worms attract.

Each day seize, sunrise in the east,
Each day flees, sunset in the west,
Each day keys into more from least,
Each day recedes, yet what is 'best'
when light from darkness is reborn
when dark gestates light's cycle ink
when light reminds links may be torn,
when black draws back from curtained brink?

One never knows beyond next bend
what pain or pleasure may await,
'tis more trip's sip than slipping end
which fate prepares before too late
inters his_story six feet deep,
or ashes turns no phoenix knew,
each night dreams challenge doubts as sleep
plays out scene both foreseen and new.

As seven stanzas flow to eight
and eight through eighty could evolve
in search to understand, translate,
of mice and men existence solve,
woes which today may heavy lay
yet which tomorrow's joy may show,
we'll end this tale, soft steal away
like melting snow, like melting snow...

22 July 2008
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Like Melting Snow poem © 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...

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.

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Time's Tide

Those cause/effect relations seek to investigate
ask why life’s lamentations can’t flow past pearly gate,
why can’t hope’s expectations some sects anticipate
show we’re wheeled incarnations, frustrations, fears, negate

Why worry what tomorrow may offer if at all,
share laughter, spurning sorrow, ignoring wailing wall,
each wakes one day, hopes hollow, must piper pay as shawl
in winding sheet few follow, no trumps for final call.

Time's tide has been extended beyond the sands of hope,
free ride from heyday ended, frayed tether, broken rope,
recount lost time expended, events' ghost mirage grope,
as most proud man intended black hole's Time's telescope.

Bright spark - life's candle gutters - so swiftly movements cease,
one cry before heart flutters, before 'Here rests in peace! '
one sigh then parting’s shutters are drawn with no surcease,
one dies while crowd bread butters inheritance apiece.

In youth great expectations mask ignorance - a vice -
few meet anticipations, most, sour, scower at Fate’s dice.
life’s joke is on Creation’s head, ne’er repeated twice,
one innings: vindications leave after-thoughts to lice.

Behind lie verses threaded, skeins sense retains in vain,
life's loves too soon are bedded by Fate immune to pain.
life’s gloves too soon are shredded by thorny greed for gain,
‘Above’ is concept wedded to fear, none bat again.

Time's Tide

Some cause/effect relations
would understand and splice -
what wall of lamentations
may give a game played twice?

Why care Creation's date to play -
the aeons ebb and flow, -
Man wakes one day with price to pay,
and nowhere left to go.

Time's tide has been extended
beyond the sands of hope,
the time for games has ended,
what trumps remain, what scope?

In youth great expectations
masked ignorance - a vice -
of how anticipations
can sour at throw of dice.

A spark, - life's candle gutters -
so swiftly mouvements cease.
One cry before heart flutters,
before 'Here rests in peace! '

Luck's tithe has been expended,
no slack remains, the rope
draws tight 'spite rules once bended
to ease life's line, to cope.

And like these verses threaded
in skein sense would retain,
Life's loves too soon are bedded
by Fate immune to pain.

2 January 2001

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Rubaiyat of Selfless Awareness

Awake, asleep, two share eternal light
aware night leads through day, day leads to night,
you close your eyes, I dream, each close to each
to teach, outreach, with inner oversight.

You dream my theme, thoughts teem as teem to show
new meanings as shared gleanings peaceful flow,
what heartfelt revelation might appear
to others seems completion few may know.

Where ever and whatever there we share
etch stretch fair prayer that starts and ends 'I care'
for chance defeats all distance and, askance,
can glean no force, on course our auras pair.

Around, about, and in and out two twine
eternity which seeds itself, I'm thine,
thou mine to mine discoveries today
tomorrow and forever - heady wine.

Your flame my aim, your name my fame may blaze
though same both seem, fears tamed are, gleam melts haze
as yin and yang rang through time rung by rung
with time-traps sprung each leads each from false maze.

With empty filled, avoidance voided, there
black white no sense retain, all's coloured fair,
'where' 'what' count not, knots are unravelled quite
as 'here' and 'when', again Dear, karma bare.

Within your earthly sheathe my ka must weave
wreathed garlands for your dreams - no stay, no leave -
as essence interthreaded through and through
two turn to one, to Way begun run, cleave...

ka sometimes spelt kaa - the personification of the astral body projected during sleep

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Rubaiyat of Evolution

From lightning life evolved, primaeval soup,
when catalyzed, caused atoms to regroup,
then enzymes formed when storm informal mass
transformed to DNA with spiral hoop.

As aeons aeons followed through the tale
mutated in perpetua till tail
was dropped by species which was destined for
a phase to cut diversity wholesale.

From Africa or from the Middle East
the race spread out as flora, fauna, beast
became subdued, eliminated or,
as Dodo stored the Future’s eyes to feast.

Man through the Baring straits passed east and west,
spread gene groups led by chance, or Fate’s behest,
advanced to test conditions to provide
enough and more beside, bed, board, and rest.

Then thirty years longevity appeared
a gift few knew who daily Death must beard,
with naught superfluous, armed with fire and flint,
against the cold fought, hunting sought and feared.

Since then ten thousand years have sped to seed
the settlements which sounded ways to feed
the populations which found pride and place
discovered needs creating greater need.

Today we have surpassed threescore and ten,
though great divides exist between those men
who culture “western” can enjoy and those
who nomad drift exploited far from ken.

Tomorrow, - which this century presumes –
Man’s span may stretch two thousand silver moons,
themselves repeated through clone spliced in time
confounding Nature, - vanity’s buffoons.

13 March 2005 – Parody Edward Fitzgerald – Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

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Wor[l]d Weaver - Wait Tress Adressed

“Wor[l]d weaver we would know what may transpire
when Chronos fear’s unravelled on our earth.
Will waitress Time serve course with dainties, lyre
rewiring tastebuds with sweet morsels? tire,
no second servings dish? doors closed, expire?
close restaurant, avaunt, as if birth – berth
is/was spun bill of lading, - pre-paid buyer
obliged, wait_tressed, to pun de_sire?
Will waft and weft swift smoke in final fire,
or will we wait, like mammoths, for rebirth,
within ice walls sung by no phantom choir,
lost, silent, windless, sunless too, our worth
our empires under rock of ages' mire? '

“Light years spun long before the minds of men
climbed through primaeval slime to seed the stars, -
to open up far universe again.
Dice walls or calls the stakes, gives, takes, or mars
when cycles turn Fate's wheel, when nothing bars
intelligence renascent, - beings then
may lodestars search or perch on Shangri Las.
Beaux-arts may flourish, while noteworthy pen
might music rediscover, strange sitars
send notes afloat on timelessness suspen-
ding Time itself, once more feed hours
and powers the heady appetite empowers
to choose the course it views upon life’s MEN
YOU – only you – may taste, may waste, till when
wheel turns in haste, bill paid, and fade the flowers.”

'Wor[l]d weaver one would well your lore inquire.
What can become of all our storied mirth,
our idle chatter, dreams, ambitions higher,
our generations' aims and prayers entire,
imaginations vivid, poets’ lyre? ”
Should one feed now? How choose? when whine lists’ worth
may rancid ransom prove, a thorny briar.
Should we treat Maître D to trust as Sire,
or, tricked, of course off course, t[h]read into gyre
whose tipple ripple – pointed Fate’s denyer –
may earn return, new menu’s venu, dearth
or plenty find behind mind’s blind rebirth? ”

“Should, mad, mankind continue as today
to overcrop, to overfish, disdain
the seasons’ reasons, - all that may remain
could well be drowned beneath reef’s swirling spray
as tipping points are reached. No time to pray
may soon be found as poles melt, greed for grain
encouraging pollution, won’t restrain
equations which imbalance interplay
in ways all may regret with needless pain.
No fire, no ice, no cities, no ex…plain.
No restrooms, silver settings, crystal. Chain
reactions sweep both waiter, wait away.
Dessert is served in some Bagdad café as carpetbagger man’s precocious reign
turns paradise to desert by the way …”

16 Febuary 2002 revised 19 January 2007

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Chequer Board

Tomorrow [b]rings tomorrow, s[tr]ings today
Across the chequer board of day and night
Karmic - some say graven black on white -
Each on his Way must thread, to piper pay.
Time is a trick oasis, sent to play
Its cards to chaos compensate or right.
Master dream wave patterns with insight.
Enjoy life’s game untamed, don’t, blind, obey,
Out of kilter twisting Fate, whose sway
Filters much which to vain future bright
Fain would advance. Fight struggles senseless quite.
Nature teaches: overreach past spray.
Only open searching springs release,
Will Cause, Effect, combine, fine tune, [b]ring peace...

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Hay Ride

HAY RIDE

However the story is told,
take issue as tissues you fold,
let cold Winter's hand wringing,
turn to Spring that’s spent singing
fresh vision illusions remould.

Notwithstanding how passion burned bold,
Cupid's wings seemed soon clipped, Love turned cold
when where donging and dinging
the telephone ringing
reminds one of lover on hold.

So make hay while the sun shines, - when old
stocks fall flat, that is that, soon shortsold,
no new rises beginning,
so surprises joy bringing,
just viagra to temper the scold.

Turn to dreams of tomorrow, enjoy
light and life while with warm heart employ
time to past troubles heal,
with no need to conceal,
and discover another true joy.

No need to forgive or forget,
just seek fairer future unmet,
live life up to the hilt
don't regret bad blood spilt
but look forward, fresh appetite whet.

28 October 2005, expanded 5 April 2008

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Between Dark Past and Future Flight

Between dark past and future flight
Effect and Cause we question quite,
rhyme time between midnight and noon
to read, mark, learn, digest this tune.
Soul travels far, ka’s second sight
scouts out from dune to blue lagoon -
with moral codes plays fey buffoon.

Between dark past and future flight
the butterfly finds wings for flight
although, in silk spin knit cocoon,
it knows not dawn from afternoon.
Mind mirage magic may excite
confusing notions – far and soon
merge premonition’s present boon.

Between dark past and future flight
trace space, expand and pace delight ~
from morn till midnight one should learn
to seed born insight, harvest earn,
bend to contentment very soon
ends, means, all harmonies attune
heart, soul, which whole from parts return.

Between dark past and future flight
now ‘stalac_might’ checks stalag tight
mankind evolved from the baboon
to trace his race pace picayune.
between the darkness and the light
most squander chances opportune
dreams rose themed spurned, they haste to tomb.
Vague contexts blurred, restrictions fight
unshadowed vision full, shy moon
casts spell whose pull’s forgot by noon.

Between dark past and future flight
The wheel spins on, ignores ‘wrong’, ‘right’
As light, dark, rainbow’s ark all churn
fear not fall near, nor rise call spurn.
Sandman plays game outside luck, blight,
for more than intellect's harpoon.
Hope blooms, may anguish, heartache, prune.

Between dark past and future flight
oft ‘Justice’ seems a notion quite
outside God’s scheme - ‘on joue le clown’
play insecurity immune
while mocking empty social rite
inventing, changing Scheme and gods
to bury fears inspired by sods.

Between dark past and future flight,
through silver starred aragonite,
December’s frost melts into June.
Some worries shrink while some balloon.
Concealed may be revealed despite
the veil few tear – invite, festoon
lass lonesome on her honeymoon.

Between dark past and future flight
Cupid, Apollo, Aphrodite,
injustice remedy, dragoon
Fate’s darts, spite filled, to build pontoon,
surprise to catalyse, excite,
scene set for future hid from sight
till pattern pieces knit in tune.

Between dark past and future flight
some role reversals reunite
checks, balances, inopportune
risks which too haughty silver spoon
takes, greedy, - tides turn, pride indict.
Who, rich, Today would play and croon,
Tomorrow buries very soon.

Between dark past and future flight
sleep paints saint, social parasite,
in wavelengths rainbow may lampoon
for wage-slave, sage, or loon tycoon.
Blind bodies curled, bind whirl-swirled quite,
from youth uncouth, ungainly goon,
“to lean and slippered pantaloon.”

Between dark past and future flight
enchanting maid, heroic knight,
play out day’s doubt, - though beer saloon
may spur the bleary eyed to swoon.
Einstein’s ignored for much which might
influence an inner tune
or new create, decoding rune.

Between dark past and future flight
is vision sent meant to incite
destiny's spermatazoon
egged on by p[h]antomime cartoon?
Is insight drawn through second-sight -
though chance seems blind behind sin’s call
true dance dreams find combined in all.

(c) Jonathan Robin - Rhyme scheme after R.W. Answell
written 23 March 2005 and 29 November 2006 revised and expanded 14 April 2008.

For initial version and Answell see below
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Between dark past and future flight

Between dark past and future flight
the butterfly finds wings for flight
although within the spun cocoon
it knows not dawn from afternoon.

From morn till midnight we can learn
to seed born insight, harvest earn.
Thus to contentment very soon
sweet thoughts will bend, send sweeter tune.

Between dark past and future flight
trace space, expand and pace delight ~
although Fate now plays the buffoon
mocks efforts with uncoded rune.

As light, dark, rainbow’s ark do churn
fear nothing near yet nothing spurn,
for more than meets March eye in June
may blossom ~ anguish, heartache, prune, ~

for fears grow dim, soon tears do dry,
and Sandman grim can only sigh
when confidence and trust balloon,
scout out from dune to blue lagoon.

23 March 2005

Between the Sunset and the Sea

Between the gate post and the gate
I lingered with my love till late;
And what cared I for time of night
Till wakened by the watch dog’s bite.
And thud of leathering boxtoed fate
Between the gatepost and the gate.

Between the seaside and the sea
I kissed my love and she kissed me;
But rapturous day was gruesome night,
And what is love but bloom and blight?
And what is kiss of mine to thee
Between the seaside and the sea?

Between the sunshine and the sun
I saw a face that hinted fun;
But what is fun, and what is face,
When driven at life’s killing pace?
I simply say that I have none
Between the sunshine and the sun.

Between the bumble and the bee
Full many a soul has had to flee;
And what is love, may I enquire,
When asked to build the kitchen fire?
Or who would not leap in the sea
Between the bumble and the bee?

Between the tea store and the tea
There is a wide immensity;
A dollar twenty five a pound,
And not a nickel to be found.
Then what has fate in store for thee
Between the tea store and the tea?

R.W. ANSWELL

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As Time Slips By - Acrostic Sonnet

As time sleeps by love’s tide [s]weeps sluggard, cold,
Slow beats heart's flow, forgets dreams' heats once sought.
Then, fragile, faith wraith cobwebs spins, sins caught
In Time’s equation web. Where once soul bold
Made music wild, filed, passion dims, short-sold.
Existence pales, stales, fails, - loves tales abort -
Sheds goals, gaols aims at joys ‘chance’ might have brought -
Little cares how life’s tale may unfold.
Inspiration wanes, fears stranglehold,
Plaintive soul retreats to shell, distraught,
Second hand experiences, thought,
Buy time, dismiss love from life's centrefold.
Yawning the abyss which, biding time,
shall swallow every line and every rhyme.

Passed By

As time drifts by Love’s tide flows coward, cold,
Slow beats sad heart, lost far from dreams once sought.
Too little lust, - blades rust, in cobwebs caught -
In time fires dim which once, in times of old,
Moved untamed ecstasy, flame bold.
Existence paled until encounter brought
Potency restored, fresh friendship taught
A focus fresh, let energies unfold.
Some dreams remain, most vain, in stranglehold
Spirit stifled, struggle not as thought
Experience leaves feelings dulled, distraught,
Dismisses soul from life's bright centrefold.
But chance encounter sets in timeless motion
Yen to advance, to share inspired emotion...

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Break Free! - Have a Ball!

Time to break free, one's cup of tea may not be to all taste,
past history's stale news, let be, haste, challenge chased, no waste!
Song bird of time migrates, sublime rewarding melody,
wide wings unfurl, from spiral twirl, soar to true rhapsody.

Time to escape, dropp nightshade drape, spring sprightly sings fresh air,
shed strings, red tape of every shape, fresh future fair prepare.
Shift key, click mouse, write waltz like Strauss, carouse in harmony,
drown frowns, don't grouse laze louse round house, spurn tale_spin gravity.

Discard hard times, from prose to rhymes switch life that pain shrugs off,
see light, delight quite free from fright, breathe out and fight rough cough!
Ignore moods poor, pain reign's downpour, sore thumb, fools dumb who bore,
far more expect, hope's scope elect, reject despond's dark core!

Time to rebound, life’s boat aground goodbye waves tidal waves,
from hurts that hound heart thought strung, bound, a clear approach now braves
life’s slings and arrows, narrow minds, discovers empathy,
that brings marshmallows, wide wings hallows, sheds self-sympathy.

From sleepy head, depressed in bed, leap up, cheered frame of mind,
misfortune's sped away, ahead, lies joy; leave lies behind.
Dread, pain vain bled, is shed instead success unbolts faults’ door,
so have a ball, reverse free fall, displace dark doubts with SURE!

Don't hedge your bets, glad sad regrets turns topsy-turvy soon,
don't sit on fence in self defence, self-confidence is boon.
Let inner fire inspire desire, suspicions set at rest,
all you require, adore, admire, won't cloy, - enjoy with zest.

If once distraught in heart or thought, trust must fuss dust displace,
move on to more - unseen before - let better bad replace.
From inner trial advance and smile, past tears, fears fast forgot,
prick cloudy pall, go have a ball and call each shot!

Hope's heart's at ease when spirit frees harp's soul from sharks, sharp spears,
DO as YOU please and by degrees all darkness disappears,
bread butters fly, sun spo[r]ts in sky, relearn to laugh a lot,
keep on the ball, leap each grey wall – bold, spurning blow cold, hot!

Link one to one, new tale begun, soon shadow shades dissolve,
don’t stumble, run! don’t cry, have fun! hands on luck’s clock revolve.
mosquito bite quite fly-by-night seems past controversy
compared to light solutions bright that crush adversity.

So turn past page, move on fast, stage recovery fulfilled,
no need to wage war ‘gainst all rant and rage are stilled.
Let dream themes teem, perhaps as team, if not your’s is the choice!
Of cream the cream you are, ‘twould seem ‘tis time to heed YOUR VOICE!

Swift seize the day! go out and play! clear way awaits, transparent,
henceforth at ease, dark shadow flees, hark! happiness apparent.
No longer strange, the season's change seeds cycle optimistic,
danger exchange rebirth free-range, no limits pessimistic.

Leave strife, love life, wed man and wife, read palms - charms endless show.
Share tenderness, groans, cares chase! guess! great happiness grows glow.
So here we end, send 'Good Luck! ' trend as on your way you trot, -
go have a ball, no cares at all, stand tall, walls fall! WHY NOT?

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first version of first stanza added 6 April 2008 revised 9 September 2009,16 October 2009 and 19 May 2010 for initial versions entitled HAVE A BALL! see below
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HAVE A BALL!

From vain complain move on again, see sea’s brimfull of fish,
go take your pick as lips you lick so wickedly delish.
Look sharp! Don't carp, distress or mess up opportunities
chance offers all, go have a ball, refreshed prioritease!

If once distraught in heart or thought, trust must fuss dust displace,
move on to more - unseen before - let better bad replace.
From inner trial advance and smile, past tears, fears fast forgot,
prick cloudy pall, go have a ball and call each shot!

So seize the day! go out and play! clear way awaits, transparent,
always at ease, dark shadow flees, with happiness apparent.
No longer strange, the season's change seeds cycle optimistic,
danger exchange rebirth free-range, no limits pessimistic.

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Have a Ball!

Time to free shape, escape dark drape, spring sprightly brings fresh air,
shed strings, red tape of every shape, fresh future fair prepare.
Quit sick, click mouse, write waltz like Strauss, carouse in harmony,
don't grouse, laze louse, around the house, spurn superfluity.

From vain complain move on again, the sea is full of fish,
go take your pick as lips you lick so wickedly delish.
Look sharp! Don't carp, distress or mess up opportunities
Chance offers all, go have a ball with fresh prior-I-tease!

Though once distraught in heart or thought mistrust one may replace,
move on to more - unseen before - let better bad displace.
From inner trial advance and smile, tears past, fears fast forgot,
go have a ball, cast down dark shawl, forever call each shot!

We could for long keep rhyming strong - yet some attention scan
seems very short, or so ‘tis thought by maiden and by man.
So here rhyme ends, good fortune sends, as on your way you trot,
go have a ball, no cares at all, stand tall, walls fall! WHY NOT?

12 April 2005 revised 6 April 2008 and 15 September 2009
for previous version see below

Have a Ball!

From vain complain move on again the sea is full of fish
go take your pick as lips you lick so wickedly delish.
Look sharp! Don't carp, distress or mess up opportunities
Chance offers all - go have a ball with fresh prior-I-tease!

Although distraught in heart and thought when trust you may misplace,
move on to more, - unseen before, - let better bad replace!
From inner trial advance and smile, tears past and fast forgot,
go have a ball, take up Fate's call in future call each shot!

The heart's at ease when spirit frees the soul from fears, from tears,
DO as YOU please and by degrees all darkness disappears,
the butters fly, sun's in the sky, relearn to laugh a lot,
keep on the ball, leap each grey wall – bold spurning blow cold, hot!

We could for long keep rhyming strong, - yet some attention scan
is very short, or so ‘tis thought by maiden and by man, -
so here we end and 'Good Luck! ' send as on your way you trot, -
go have a ball, no cares at all, stand tall, walls fall! WHY NOT?
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