Flight recovery
spins out need's kneeded timeline
dream images teem
(17 March 2012)
haiku by Jonathan Robin (17 March 2012)
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Dream Images Teem
Flight recovery
spins out need's kneeded timeline
dream images teem
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Why?
Because we have neglected much
we finish up with such and such,
surrounded by we see and touch.
Because we have neglected much.
Because we sit and dream (and dream)
we cannot separate is and seem;
images come in floods and teem.
Because we sit and dream (and dream) .
Because we lose ourselves in thought
(and all our errors are self-taught)
in Mara’s nets we are well-caught.
Because we lose ourselves in thought.
We have to buy back what we’ve sold.
We have to listen what we’ve told.
We have to trade our young for old,
(and watch our sun grow ever cold) .
We finish up with such and such
because we have neglected much.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Ars Poetica
Some from within, some from without,
without a doubt set to,
as soul-song spins tale which begins
to flow, grow, glow. Thereto
through weaving in and weeding out
touch base with Nature, cue
time, place, as twins defeat and wins
ignored are through and through.
No need to shout, run roundabout,
use artificial glue,
scribe’s violin tunes, underpins,
technique as heart rings true.
Sensations scout, don’t beat about
the bush, tout false virtue,
The poet’s string must second skin
become, ne’er dumb, askew.
Words work their way by night and day
from phases past, to light
through threads at play that more threads lay,
reeled phrases feed fresh flight.
(30 March 2005 revised 9 June 2007 and 1 February 2012)
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Poetics
Some from within some from without
without a doubt flow true
as soul-song spins tale which begins
to grow, and then glows too
through weaving in and weeding out -
touch intuitions know
from phases past so phrases last
through threads which more threads sow...
(30 March 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Paper Cup
Wishful thinking I might be yours
Drifting on every step
Im always drawn to the dark horse
Sweet sweet, oh nothings said
And every dream, every, is just a dream after all
And everything stands so still when you dance
Everything spins so fast
And the nights in a paper cup
When you want it to last
Wishful thinking you might be mine
Every shiver sends
One breath under the bridge of sighs
Bending where the river bends
And every dream, every, is just a dream, after all
And everything stands so still when you dance
Everything spins so fast
And the nights in a paper cup
When you want it to last
And every dream, every, is just a dream after all
And everything stands so still when you dance
Everything spins so fast
And the nights in a paper cup
When you want it to last
And everything stands so still when you dance
Everything spins so fast
And the nights in a paper cup
When you want it to last
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Canvases Experience Paints Styles
life spins slow versions fast versions
still hand stays idle fast hand swift flies
life spins multiple images in painter's eyes
what canvases experience paints styles
what heart stirring emotions buyer buys
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Do You Feel
(olivia newton-john)
Do you feel the way I do
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
Do you love me the way that I love you
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
The world is a wonderful place
It spins around and spins around
And spins around in space
The world has a magic about it
The stars above are like my love
You never need to doubt it
Oh are we real or is this a dream
Tell me now oh tell me now
Is it all that it seems
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
The world is a wonderful place
It spins around and spins around
And spins around in space
The world has a magic about it
And though I try theres so much i
Will never know about it
Oh do you feel the way I do
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
I need to know
Do you feel the same way
Do you feel the same way that I do
Do you feel like I do
I need to know
I need to know
Do you feel like I do
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Remembering Titanic 100 Years
The tale couldn't have been written better
Like a great novel that really happened
Uncertainness in unknowable future
The spirit of end left a mind opened
The magnificence of the ship to match
Scale only by the folly of people
Who drove in hell through the darkness then switch
More lives of unthinkable possible
A detailed timeline of the ship's few days
A timeline of the last night of their life
Blossoming romance tragedy always
Hits a unconscious dream with a luck wife
The juxtaposition of rich and poor
The gender roles played out into the door
March 30,2012 Hormish Garden of Toronto 10: 00-12: 00 am
Highlights of Titanic
Long as three football fields
Tall as 11-story building
Room for 2,500 and more passengers
April 10,1912: Noon - Titanic leaves, Southamption, England
April 10: 6: 30 pm - Titanic stops in Cherbourg, France
April 11: 11: 30 am -Titanic stops in Queenstown, Ireland
April 11-April 14 -Titanic travels toward New York.
April 14: 11: 40 pm - Titanic strikes iceberg
April 15: 00: 25 am - Passengers(women & children first) begin to be loaded into lifeboats
April 15：2: 20 am - Titanic sinks
April 15: 4: 10 am - Carpathia reaches first lifeboat of survivors
April 15 - April 18 - Carpathia sails toward New York
April 18：9: 00 pm - survivors arrive in New York
Much of the planning of Titanic was done by a man named Thomas Andrews
The captain of the Titanic was Edward Smith who had sailed for nearly 40 years and was planning to retire after the Titanic's first voyage
One of the richest men in the world who named John Jacob Astor was on his way home from his honeymoon in Europe and Egypt with his new wife Madeleine
The captain of the Carpathia was Arthur Rostron who was headed from New York to the Mediterranean Sea. In all,706 people were rescued by the Carpathia, over 1,500 had been lost
poem by Hormish Woo
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Day dreaming for M'lady Chitra
Where tender grasses rim the stream.
Which gurgles as it flows along
I am content to sit and dream.
While listening to the black bird's song.
I do not need to work today.
Weekends two days I love the best.
I work from Monday ‘til Friday.
Saturday and Sunday I can rest
Time to indulge my fantasies
Beside the ever flowing stream
Exploring possibilities.
Which only happen when I dream.
I set my questing spirit free.
To fly to where it wants to be.
Though I remain here bodily.
Constrained by laws of gravity.
My spirit brooks no argument
Recognises no boundary.
With that I have to be content.
Until I die then I'll be free.
To rise on high in wingless flight.
No longer bound by gravity.
And make my way towards the light.
I hope to find serenity.
Saturday,03 March 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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On Dreamer's Hill
On dreamer's hill I often sit,
And let the fantasies appear,
By gentle coaxing, the mind is lit,
With images so very clear.
I travel off to another time,
And browse amongst each fertile thought,
To find a dream that's of such prime,
Which all imagination's caught.
To unknown scenes, I sally forth,
Encountering people who there abide,
And whether it's of calmness or of wrath,
One never cares, one can simply glide,
Along in the dream which has constant flow,
For no action of mine can alter one mite,
The way I'm transported, and I never know,
On dreamer's hill, my next dream's flight.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Images
I think images are worth repeating
Images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting
From a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating
Project them upon the ceiling
Multiply them with silk screening
See them with a different feeling
Images, oh, images
Images, oh, images
Some say images have no feeling
I think theres a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision or so its seeming
Instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings
Things born anew display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, oh, images
Images, images
Im no urban idiot savant
Spewing paint without any order
Im no sphinx, no mystery enigma
What I paint is very ordinary
I dont think Im old or modern
I dont think I think Im thinking
It doesnt matter what Im thinking
Its the images that are worth repeating
And repeating, oh, images
Images
If youre looking for a deeper meaning
Im as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning
You might find me very simple
You might think that images boring
Cars and cans and chairs and flowers
You might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, mao tse tong
Mao tse tong
Ooohhh, images, images
Images
I think that it bears repeating
The images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, images
Oh, images, oh, images
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Dream Of The West
Sit down beside me and ponder a while,
dream of the west and what do you see,
cowboys and Indians, ranches and reservations,
horses and buffalo all running free.
Dream of the west as it used to be
with stagecoaches and buck-wagons
racing across the lonesome prairie
chased by Indians or outlaws.
A chuck wagon on a big cattle drive,
with a campfire at the end of the day,
and a cowboy with a guitar
strumming a lonesome tune well into the night.
Just some of the images in our mind's eye
as we rock on an old rocking chair
with a jug of moonshine fresh from the still,
a dream of the west the way we want it to be.
3 November 2012
poem by David Harris
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Indelible Images
Idelible Images
That first day of school
That first friend
Indelible Images
That first play
That first fight
Idelible Images
That first graduation
That first car
Idelible Images
That first drunk
That first sober
Idelible Images
That first love
That first forget
Idelible Images
That first death
That first realization
Indelible Images
poem by Scott Tetreault
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A Unique Timeline
It almost began without starting
Then you changed my mind
A whole new chapter of my life
A Unique Timeline
A year ago, you know the story
My place, friends, a black light party
Minds spinning, bodies flew
You were flirting, I was too
From our first night, to our first kiss
Our first two steps towards happiness
With the leaves, in love we did fall
Between punches and snap kicks
At Times Square, South Street, or Montreal
A unique timeline ticks
There is a first for everything
Nothing I wouldn’t try
Before Framing the Undead
Fun times were turned on high
In the blink of an eye, summer would start
I hated the idea of being apart
Little did I know it would be so much fun
A new realm of friends at Dominion
Munt a Hoose in Vermont
This timeline does what it wants
Looping through a few eras in time
But not a break in this line
Soaking up the sun on the shore
To intense camping at World’s End
Rain at the Blink concert was hardcore
Rave and MVP equals a rockin’ weekend
To pull great memories from my mind
Love in the form of words I send
Why is this a Unique Timeline?
Because it never will end.
This is for a One Year anniversary and any comments would be helpful.
poem by Jacquelyn Gagnon
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March
Were I young again
and the month of March
were upon me
I'd skip down the road,
do a march to March,
sing a tune to March
dance a dance to March,
risk a prance to March,
strut and grind and do
a break dance to March.
Hop, skip and jump to March,
just like a the girl I used to be,
once upon a time in March,
when my cheeks had high colour
and my hopes were high.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Dream Dream Dream
Dream dream dream
And dream untill dream come true
Life is nothing but dreams
Some accomplished, some unfinished
Some dreams are trifle, some cherished
You are nothing but a result of dreams
Dreams, dreams and nothing but dreams
A dream of someone
Or a dream of your own
Dream is not what you dream while asleep
Dream is what that don't let you sleep
You live for dream
And you die for dream
Your unattained desires are dreams
What you all desire are dreams
You can't accomplished unless you dream
What you accomplished was a dream
The law of attraction and power of passion
All say dream, dream and dream
{Published in Annual Magazine of NOSPLAN- Organisation of the Students of Planning in January,2012 by the same poet.}
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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The Whole World Spins (Rondelet)
The whole world spins
when you are on a carousel,
the whole world spins
on its axis from the begin
while all on earth is going well,
and children do laugh play and yell;
the whole world spins.
poem by Gert Strydom
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You March On
You, unknown traveller of untreaded path
march on, march on, march on
will reach your destination
one day
though far off
march on, march on, march on.
Look back, never, even by mistake
forget, never, the hardships you bore
guide, will be your past deeds of life,
full of pangs on the bed of stake
What holds destiny?
Not to worry?
............Just march on, march on, march on.
Adversities make you a fast learner
Desires are snakes, so be a shirker
search the deep sea to find a pearl
get to the shore, while facing the whirl
Think never to be feeble & meek
deliver everyone from the misdeeds
while truth you seek
clear all hurdles regaining your strength
you will reach the destination
march on...march on....march on.
Carve out your name on the horizon
as your stars are on the ascendant
work towards the goal night and day
be illuminated in such a way
sluggish should appear the milky way
You, unknown traveller of untreaded path
march on, march on, march on
will reach your destination
one day
though far off
march on, march on, march on.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Lovely Dream
hands held together
sweat burning even in the cold weather
muscles cramped making for sure
this wonder is no dream that it is real and pure
that this love can be real
it sometimes seems it cant be the real deal
why would someone love me?
and especially willingly
Must make sure its no dream
the darkness it might seem
to still teem
all around me but not so much with her star
yes i know this is no dream im out of the tar
This love is exactly what i want
poem by David Knox
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Born Again
Born again when you die-
free from your body that's no lie.
You actually leave your body
when you sleep,
you're consciousness leaves when you dream.
You enter another realm,
a place in another helm.
So if you pay attention to your night flights,
you can transform your life.
There are symbols, there are clues
that help figure out a thing or two.
So when you dream—your life is on
the other side—
the other side that we go when
we die.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 7,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Recovery
Reminder,
Recovery,
The muse,
Your hope,
Your love,
My peace,
My mind,
Your act,
Your care;
But, maybe, i did put it in! !
For, today is the day of your recovery.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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