Juggler
Eyes recollect facts, won't forget,
store, integrate, restore on cue,
respond beyond horizons flecked
with amber, honey, turquoise, blue,
can juggle concepts pole to pole.
From fears unmet to hopes as yet
unanswered [s]he advances through
fields full of feelings most neglect,
or, worse, reject as threat unto
their omnipresent self-control.
The optic nerve, cone, baton decked,
free from Bell's Palsy, signals to
the brain correcting each defect,
synapses jumped as kangaroo,
help understand life's parabole.
Free to connect to cause/effect,
eyes catalyze, pursue, review,
insight may fancy's flights project
anticipate inventions new
strange spun to change fun future's role.
Where most fears fret, impatient bet
on overlooked, uncertain clue,
there joy elects to intersect
causal rainbows few see through,
connecting halves to make true whole.
Beyond appearances sights set,
explore new interactions to
key into every side effect
induced by links or pattern flow
which show dimensions which may role
reverse as juggler can collect
multi-coloured palette. Who
decodes expects to recollect.
the ways life's [t]issues link into
weird causal web which rigmarole
appears to most who swift forget
truths taught, who, vain, vain dreams pursue.
Experience learns to expect
perspectives, twists and insights new,
surrenders search for strict control.
Strife, blunders, debt, aside set, whet
the appetite for wonders too
diverse to mention, silhouette
may by mind's eye be conjured to
image sublime, life's cherry bowl.
(19 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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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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One Year
One year, two hearts have learned to grow
across divides of time and tide,
one year, two hearts have learned to sow
seeds free from weeds, no need to hide.
One year saw challenges well met
with optimistic insight shared,
one year two never will forget,
from oblivion forever spared.
One year, joy norm became to show,
true tenderness which will abide,
one year, where rich affection's flow
formed base for future starry eyed.
One year upon time's wings has let
beginnings blossom into light,
one year where fears, frustrations, fret
dissolved ‘spite distance dynamite.
One year embraced shared dreams below
skies blue, horizons warm and wide,
year's ride beyond blocks, rocks, start slow
accelerated side by side.
One year: each second's silhouette
shines through linked lines inked allegro,
one year discarding pain, regret,
as equals, neither high nor low.
One year, from quest to twinned jest's glow,
from bud to bloom, gloom thrust aside,
one year where two have grown to know
vim, vain objection's override.
One year may many more beget,
revealing gifts love may bestow
in countless ways, as hearts' duet
ignores walls, calls to Maude and Co.
(16 April 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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You Can't Lose
Artist(Band):98 Mute
(Print the Lyrics)
There's so many corridors for you to explore
Just when you think you've seen it all you find something more
Always one more aisle to pursue in this department store
Just be sure you don't forget to purchase what you came for
Take a look around do you like what you see
A vast ocean of opportunity
You can always make a change if your view does not suit you
So many splendid paths from which to choose
You can't lose
Stumbling through the world one day I met a man of depth
He was kind and spoke wisely this is what he said
For what it's worth life's worth the wait
Try to sample life from many plates
Paint your life use palates with many paints
And in gold you'll be worth your wait
Lose sight of yourself for a while
And act foolishly just like a child
Make sure you live your life out of style
Break free from the rank and file
An endless storybook always another page
And each chapter can end the way you choose
You've been cast the leading role and your whole life's a stage
Experience is the one thing you can't lose
You can't lose
If you never try you've already died
So you better try
I'm telling you no matter what you do
You can't lose
song performed by by 98 Mute
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Magic Touch
Strange seems it as we recollect
a frame in Time, through rhyme inset
to set the record straight. Regret, -
there’s none to know.
Daring chance-glance to inspect
ringless fingers, form perfect
innate enthusiasm, yet
the need to grow.
Neither immodest nor ‘starlet’,
attractive smile, sweet, yet correct,
vision dreamt on, silk bedecked –
here fast is slow.
Coincidence: profound the debt
admitted here to cause/effect,
discovering interconnect
holds meaning, so...
A split decision once upset
life course can cause us to connect
to link through karmic interject
Time adds to flow.
A magic touch two pulse-rates set
new racing record as we met
in time-frame no event could let
ourselves forget.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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From Ink to Inklings
FROM INK TO INKLINGS
From ink to inklings visions flow
to stitch life's tapestry and sow
seeds which obscurity reject
as search for light owes slight respect
to monochromes which seldom show
more than man thinks he needs to know
or throw as viewpoint to reject
the inklings others' inks project.
So when one writes on rags to glow
upon a screen ensure thoughts throw
no jealous shadow yet protect
true principles few should forget.
Concluding couplet signs a smile
to mystic storm's intense sense style.
© Jonathan Robin sonnet written 27 December 2006
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Ink Links Inklings
Ink from inklings flows
weaving tapestry,
understanding grows,
rejecting falsity.
Monochromatic glow’s
innate harmony
kaleidoscopic shows
serendipity.
Image imago
instantaneously
enlightenment bestows,
imagination free.
Impressions’ unity
scorns ambiguity.
See also:
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Ink Links Inklings
INK LINKS INKLINGS
Ink from inklings flows
weaving tapestry,
understanding grows,
rejecting falsity.
Monochromatic glow’s
innate harmony
kaleidoscopic shows
serendipity.
Image imago
instantaneously
enlightenment bestows,
imagination free.
Impressions’ unity
scorns ambiguity.
See also:
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FROM INK TO INKLINGS
From ink to inklings visions flow
to stitch life's tapestry and sow
seeds which obscurity reject
as search for light owes slight respect
to monochromes which seldom show
more than man thinks he needs to know
or throw as viewpoint to reject
the inklings others' inks project.
So when one writes on rags to glow
upon a screen ensure thoughts throw
no jealous shadow yet protect
true principles few should forget.
Concluding couplet signs a smile
to mystic storm's intense sense style.
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Threatened By Ambiguity
Those not on the side,
Of correcting blight...
Find their way of life,
Threatened by ambiguity.
Uncertain are many,
Who believe their traditions...
Maintain a cemented fix to truths.
Uncertain they are,
How far a kept stubbornness...
Will keep facts off their tracks,
As a return to plastic satisfactions...
Seem never again to revisit to relive intact.
Those not on the side,
Of correcting blight...
Find their way of life,
Threatened by ambiguity.
With a weakening of pretentions.
And there is nothing on the horizon,
That validates a relief...
From fears that have increased.
As those foundations symbolized all their lives...
Begin falling to pieces as beliefs in them decrease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Control
Control control
control control! !
Too many times a day
control!
Control the sleeping
time, the wake!
Control amount
of coffee, milk,
sugar intake!
Control breakfast,
lunch and dinner's time,
Also the calories
and vitamins to come!
Control your words
control your thoughts
control the sitting
straight out pose
Control own look
from head- to toes!
Forget not those
that count
the most:
Feelings! !
Control them!
Out not to let
controlling self
to not became a threat
to whom or what
to ask I wouldn't dare
right now, I wouldn't
even care..
No more control!
No keeping sane!
FREE! ! !
as the Wind who's
messing up my hair
I - Want - To- Be! ! ! !
Let others have control,
not me! ? !
Control..control control
control? !
Oh, pardon me! -bull s..!
I had enough:
-I'M OUT OF IT! ! !
poem by Elena Sandu
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Shared Intuitions
Mistake, or insight worth a second look
As printed with key code of cause, expect?
Rainbow skeins need braiding to effect
Interactions on an open book.
Excitement keeps hearts in the air, on hook.
Can intellects combine, twine, intersect,
Hearts’ energies spontaneous direct,
Rise to challenge, shed gobbledygook,
Ignore conventions set that overlook
Shared intuitions which interconnect
To filter chaff from grain, detect defect
Ignoble which life's books too often cook?
Now rule lure, unlured by rules harsh lined,
Expressing feelings with an open mind...
19 September 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Coloured Dreams
Coloured rays filled days one full decade,
Occupied the mind both morning, night,
Linked levels, levelled kinks, to expedite
Observation of Life’s causal braid.
Understanding meta-concepts played
Rewarding role and offered rare insight, -
Echo true – into both ‘wrong’ and ‘right’,
Defined most inner motives unafraid.
Despite success and much prowess displayed,
Recognition was withheld. Once bright,
Energy dimmed, echoed inner plight, -
Awareness fruitful prospects had decayed.
Motto: Where financial motives lack
Success is seldom guaranteed, minds slack
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A tribute to W.E.Henley 1849-1903
A tribute to W.E.Henley 1849-1903
Invictus.
Out of the night that covers me
dark as the pit from pole to pole.
I thank whatever Gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
A Glosa
Out of the night that covers me.
I won’t relinquish my control
a man must challenge destiny.
To be the captain of his soul.
Black as the pit from pole to pole.
The darkness fails to frighten me,
I travel on towards my goal
pursue my quest relentlessly.
I thank whatever Gods may be
but I believe than on the whole.
That man has the ability
to win the battle for his soul.
For my unconquerable soul
will guard and guide me constantly.
As I perform my earthly role.
I can do all that’s asked of me.
04/05/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Bubble Bray - 0822 - Current Version
Time's muzzle mocks ambitions. Day by day,
through life's incessant dream theme ebb and flow,
efforts, unrewarded, seem vain show.
Effects' and causes' subtle interplay
none may control, - coincidence at play
enacts a chance dance time mime stop and go
whose pattern frame spins into vertigo
flaking dates and energy away.
Harmony and Chance Time's tides obey,
cannot be reined, restrained, nor string nor bow
fires through some causal bull's eye to echo
sense sustained. Profane, with bubble bray,
most blow hot, cold on stage, then sink unheard
before they even feel flow's ripples stirred.
(9 April 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Design or Dice 0806
Somewhere within each double helix haze
Our geni[e]us reaches out with magic wand,
Unites in sprung wrung multi-modal bond.
Recordings - unique keynote paraphrase.
Chained chromosomes control Life's nights and days,
Encoding telomeres in locks, dark, blond,
Strand chance entangled links before, beyond.
Design or dice? Still Nature antics plays,
Enigma existential, all decays
Little's known what from primaeval pond
Advances into future vagabond,
Versatile mutant, fenced from gnostic gaze.
If Time's spring somehow could be role-reversed
Earth might not know soft music's flow here versed.
(12 September 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Bright Eyes Gleam
My days are spent in trances
while all my nightly dreams
no light know where your glances
are absent, their bright gleams
reverse sad circumstances
as sharing's warming streams
link heart to heart. The chance is
enchanting as Life's schemes
respond to Love's advances
in harmony which beams
from both as spark advances
from Earth to Air like steam
ascending as romance is -
like strawberries and cream
or never ending dances
dreams populate as teems
imagination, - stance is
as mirrored damascene, -
sublime state which perchance is
of all life’s joys supreme
that happiness enhances
when eyes cue bright eyes' gleam …
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Re...Motivations
Motivations vary, life's scheme stream
Advances under winds of time and tide
Unties response/reaction knots, fills dream,
Destined idea[l]s in harmony abide.
Empowerment and Destiny may seem
Contradictory, common sense defied,
Our free will's voice for choice may weave Way's theme,
Refuting seasons' treason reasoned ride.
Real zest within maintains truth's laser beam
In ways few dare decypher, spirit guide
Ever reflects reflections unforeseen -
Reel karmic? Knowledge? Matrix seek and hide?
All life's [s]pent s[t]age enacting causal link:
Seek cause/effect? I AM because YOU think...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Male Menopause
The menopause is changing life.
It brings many women enormous strife.
The shifting change of the ground we stand,
Often feels like a different land.
A time for growth you know t'is true.
A golden opportunity, don't be blue.
Go with the flow, accept the change.
Embrace the difference; don't think it strange.
Look at the positive side of the page.
You are slowly growing into a sage.
An older wiser woman you'll be.
It happens to you and it happens to me.
But lets not forget amidst this shift,
That it also happens to men, catch my drift?
They too go through the whirling change,
Upheavals, distress, and things that seem strange.
For this condition, it too has a name.
Not Menopause, Andropause, the effect is the same.
So let us acknowledge men feel in a muddle,
And as well as our own needs
They too need a cuddle.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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On the Hook
ON THE HOOK
Moonshine madness or an open book
imprinted with key code of cause, expect?
Rainbow skeins need braiding to effect
interactions worth a second look.
Anticipation keeps heart on the hook
as second-sight skeins time-twine, intersect.
Energies spontaneous direct
focus fresh to filter gobbledygook,
shed set conventions staid that overlook
essentials, causing conflicts few correct.
Filter chaff from grain, detect defect
mendacious which life's books too often cook.
Rule lure, unlured by rule's harsh line to find
music’s fountainhead with open mind...
Man's numbered days
reel out as plays
time's dance on burning deck.
Pollutions preys
as man displays
contempt for earth, his neck
feels noose which frays
trace for always
wrung D.N.A.'s strung trek.
Through cristal gaze
pierce time-trap haze
ahead remains man's wreck,
greed's interplays
ambition's phase,
pride soon falls as high-tech
meets grave delays
as ice melts weighs
on ocean currents' beck.
While fiddler plays
Rome burns - he says,
for future 'what the heck! '
man's race relays
ants run - our phase
proves evolution's fleck
which Chance amaze -
fiat lux phrase -
created just on spec.
Time's stream counts days
til dream theme pays
foreclosure with bad-check.
Error or insight worth a second look
as print-out information scores collect?
Life's causal chains rebraiding need, to check
acceleration's spin-offs old earth shook.
Speed spins more questions while by hook or crook
bewilderment straws clutches circumspect,
the commun scrum struck dumb would change reject
cling to past tenets senates have forsook.
Conventions are upset - who by the book
sought continuity must reconnect
bridge spanning global warming's threats, elect
minds-sets more plastic or pragmatical,
distrusting false 'solutions' magical.
31 October 2001 15 April 2005 revised 19 April 2008
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Moonshine Madness
Moonshine madness or an open book
imprinted with key code of cause, expect?
Rainbow skeins need braiding to effect
interactions worth a second look.
Anticipation keeps heart on the hook
as intellects combine, twine, intersect.
Energies spontaneous direct
focus fresh to shed gobbledygook
and set conventions staid, that overlook
essentials, causing conflicts few correct.
Filter chaff from grain, detect defect
mendacious which life's books too often cook
Rule lure, unlured by rule's harsh line to find
music’s fountainhead with open mind...
31 October 2001 15 April 2005
On the Hook poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Reluctant
RELUCTANT
Much need to feed, reluctant to be fed,
A paradox where intellect detracts.
Unlocking former fears dulls doubt’s attacks,
Desire draws trumps, lumps crumple, heart instead
Exposes double bind behind mind led
Combatting déjà vu's stark whites and blacks.
One wonders why self-confidence she lacks
Regarding sensuality two thread -
Rough past perhaps cost counted, mirage bled.
Idyll awaits as life's flow interacts
Exchanging sentiments, repairing cracks,
Response, reactions spurned, tunes heart to head.
As nurture helps true sentiments take root,
Seed sown may blossom, fair boughs bear full fruit.
Mediocrity can’t be her cup of tea.
Alert intelligence seems well aware
Urge to expand won't simply stop and stare,
Doubts must flout through shared transparency
Exploring wave lengths to which few can key.
Control, when role-reversed helps heart prepare
Open options, sloughs defensive layer,
Refutes old walls, heeds shackled spirit’s plea.
Renascent quest for self-acceptancy
Inhibitions shed is inner prayer -
Emancipation, self-fulfilling dare -
Requires heart’s hopes stir mind’s integrity
Affording comfort outside status quo,
So happiness may shared emotions know.
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Reluctant
Need to feed, reluctant to be fed,
Is paradox where intellect attracts.
Comb[in]ing 'cause/effect' for hidden tracks
Opens patterns which help thInk ahead.
Leaving double bind behind, mind's led
Away from déjà vu's stark whites and blacks.
Transparency and harmony she lacks
As trust now's earned - a narrow path to tread.
Years past did count the cost, by mirages bled.
Look forward, sow, as life's flow interacts
On feelings fresh emotions mesh, - no cracks -
Reactions to response tune heart to head.
Nurtured may true sentiments take root,
Then flourish there, their boughs may bear full fruit.
Neutrality is not her cup of tea.
Intelligence creative and aware
Cannot stagnate, won't simply stop and stare.
Open mind needs visibility,
Links in to wave lengths very few can key, -
Answers which should new advance prepare -
To change dimensions, while defensive layer
At last could soften, leaving spirit free.
Yet though the quest for self discovery
Lends hope to scope to answer inner prayer
Only though self-acceptance may one dare
Respond entirely with integrity.
Never content within the status quo,
The 'why' and 'wherefore' one must ever know.
21 July 2004
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Once In A Blue Moon
Once in a blue moon time and tide combine
Net twice in one month double role and roll,
Creative Nature knocks, rocks, protocol
Encouraging bright dress rehearsal shine
In silver chased on canvas faery fine.
Night calls on Earth as witness to extol
An aura drawn from reborn starry bowl,
By chance, or through an overall design,
Linking life/light experience, insight - sign
Unexpected to enhance soul's goal.
Enchanting, shifting shadow pole to pole,
Magic lending even urban skyline.
On this blue moon mysterious we write
ONe simple sonnet spreading shared delight.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Of All Life's States Supreme
Each days spent's play in trances to teach all nightly dreams
no light know where fair glances are absent, rarest gleams
unite free-flights bright streams, reverse sad circumstances,
enchanting spell Life's schemes, link heart to heart. True chance is
response to Love's advances in harmony which beams
from twinned souls sparked advances from Earth to airy streams.
As strawberries and cream, Time's whipped, unzipped romance is
personnified dream themes luck plucks, unending dances.
Affection's fairest stance is love's joyous damascene,
sublime state which perchance is of all life's states supreme.
Eyes glued to bright eyes team here as happiness enhances
surprise cued through shared theme that distance, Time, surpasses.
Romance sheds frontiers, years, tears, hope scope finds
translates to seventh heaven's sublime signs.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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