Layers
See serpent's skin, though paper thin, through time sloughs many layers,
as growth within spurs Eve's soft grin, scales up to supple players.
1964 Index Number out of chronological order
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tapie Roulant à Tapis
TAPIE ROULANT A TAPIS
Appel discret à l'electeur Marseillais
T'a-t-il versé ses sous pour l'amour de ton urne,
A-t-il rempli la vue? Reste tout taciturne!
Pariah a-t-on vu, mais leurs trajets nocturnes –
Illusions perdues – ternissent. La roue tourne,
Et qui joue brûle ses ailes, toujours blâmant Saturne!
20 November 1990
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Time Li[n]es
TIME LI[N]ES
No frontiers or no front tears -
what difference the passing years
fence from complicity a heart
which close must live light years apart
17 May 2008
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Surrender Self
SURRENDER SELF
Harmony helps to anticipate
Answers well before core questions put.
Zones dark freed for bright light lead to joy’s flute,
Empathy inspiring, senses sate.
Open door, therefore, unlock each gate
Find minds aligned, serenity takes root
Defying Time as inner ear, acute,
Ends challenge to life’s picture pattern of Fate.
Surrender self, fast cast past cares, relate
Into insight’s rune tune absolute.
Respond with trust and I will follow suit:
Enchantment shared which never may abate.
Mysterious are ways of mice and men,
Complicity create through [th]ink link pen.
5 November 2004 revised 7 March 2009
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Acrostic Sonnet Haze of Desire M.C.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Semaine - Ses mains s'ammènent
SEMAINE - SES MAINS S'AMMENENT
Dimanche, départ donné, déferlement!
Lundi, lisant lignes lumineuses, l'écran.
Metamorphoses mysterieuses, Mardi,
Mais Maude, magique, merveilleuse, Mercredi.
Jeudi jouisseur, joies justes, joutes, jouant.
Vendredi vérité vers vers vouant.
Sourires sans soupirs suivent - Samedi...
10 September 1990 revised 27 May 2009
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Semaine poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Island Fever
Island fever
I think Ive got a touch of island fever
I do believe I feel a bit sauteed
This morning I was just some nonbeliever
Tonight I feel Ive joing a wild crusade
I never thought of life as being breezy
I never thought of time as time to play
I never thought that I could take it easy
But all those feelings changed for me today
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Are finding their way to my brain
Layers and layers of costumes and players
That make my whole life look insane
Palm trees and views I cant believe
Why would I ever want to leave?
I think Ill take my shoes off and go walking
Down beside the caribbean sea.
I like the funny sounds of parrots squawking
I think I hear a hammock calling me.
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
I think Ive got a touch of island fever...
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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You know, there's chronological age, there's biological age, and there's psychological age. Chronological age, there's nothing you can do about, which is I'm 52. You set that number aside.
quote by Cheryl Tiegs
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Every week Rangers have different former players come out at half-time. Spurs should have a couple a former players on the board, who know what the supporters want.
quote by Graham Roberts
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For Miroslava Odalovic Who Delights In Layers
layers stratum varied build geography squeezed life
always deposited on past possibilities future growth
fine veins rich veins sand layers hour glass growth
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Paper Thin
Rich and wealthy canvas
Clustered up in jewels
Finding all your heavyweights
Are featherweights and fools
Broken all your promises
Broken all your paper plates
Clustered in gold
Crusted in gold
Heavy and hollow
Look at the shape were in
Find us here
Paper thin
Heavy and humble
Look at the shape were in
Find us here
Paper thin
In origami cities
In nations build on sand
Love got bend right outta shape
Things got outta hand
Polystyrene skylines
Papier mch smiles
Rusted and bruised
Tarnished and frail
Heavy and hollow
Look at the shape were in
Find us here
Paper thin
Heavy and humble
Look at the shape were in
Find us here
Paper thin
Stars scrape the moon
And the moon scrapes the sky
We stand beneath
Wondering why
Stars scrape the moon
And the moon scrapes the sky
We stand beneath
Wondering, wondering why
Paper buys the men
The men that make the bomb
The bomb that makes this world
Paper thin!
Money markets crumble
Gentle as a drum
But if you see me stumble, im
Paper thin!
Life is but a fragile thing
So delicate and pure
An accolade bestowed on us
Paper thin!
So contemplate the skull
The skull beneath the skin
One day we all die, were
Paper thin
Bury your destruction
In your last battle hymn
The barriers between us, make em all
Paper thin! paper thin!
Paper thin! paper thin!
Underneath the paper moon
The sky is paper thin
Torn into a thousand shreds
So let the solar system in
Rich and wealthy canvas
Clustered up in jewels
Finding all your heavyweights
Are featherweights and fools
In origami cities
In nations build on sand
Love got bend right outta shape
Nothing ends as planned
And its all-paper thin
Paper thin. paper thin
song performed by by Abc
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Her Wet Hair Feels Cool on My Skin
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin
As she came fresh from the shower.
She lies near me and rest begins.
Her whispers soft, a quiet wind
Caress my senses for an hour.
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin.
I’m at peace more than ever when
I lay down with her in her bower,
She lies near me and rest begins.
Now love’s sensations lie within
A subtle simple touch of power-
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin.
She holds my heart fast with a grin
Delicately, like a flower.
She lies near me and rest begins.
I say that now if this be sin
I don’t in fear of death cower.
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin:
She lies near me and rest begins.
2009
poem by William Mcgehee
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In November, 1964 when I was a patient at the Mayo Clinic I though seriously about killing myself.
quote by Jerry Kramer
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Free Yourself and Let It Go
Deflated ego?
You think I say the things I do to you,
To deflate your ego?
I am hoping my assistance,
Helps you get rid of it.
And seeing no benefit in being limited.
And that's what your ego has done!
Made you believe you are number one.
And everything you do is correct.
Without a self examination...
Needed to allow you to live your best yet.
Deflated ego?
I may say some things to you that upsets.
I may even criticize something you do,
You accept as your best.
I might even attempt to strip,
That façade you charade.
Since it's your ego that has you 'tripped'...
When you see it for what it is,
You will realize your greatness has nothing to do with it.
In fact it is keeping you,
Inflated with bs and other nonsense.
Deflate your ego?
You think I do that,
From a threat I feel.
To diminish you in some way...
So I would have a greater appeal?
And deflating your ego would give me thrills?
You need to free yourself and let it go.
If you believe that keeping it,
Inspires a greater you with heights to reach!
Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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November Rain
November rain washed away my guilt
November rain washed away my pain
November rain - so tired I felt
November rain was not just any rain
Long I longed with deep torment
For so long my body waited
November rain, , , , Oh, sweet friend
November rain- slowly I faded.
November rain- I cried within
Steady and slowly, it kept on pouring
November rain, watered my skin
And deep inside, I heard my roaring.
November rain, it refused to quit
November rain kept on pouring
And alone outside, in the streets I wept-
dripping... dripping and falling.
poem by Amy Phillip
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Layers And Layers
we meet i only have one layer
we talk and i added another layer
we discuss and i added more layers
we dive to a certain depth and of course
i have to add more and more layers
so i may not drown
so i may not be too vulnerable to pressure
and when we come out of the water
our faces surfacing you do not recognize me anymore
i have layers and layers of myself
that even me
i cannot anymore recognize
the violence within
this turbulence of the self
this storm inside us
this layers and layers of selves
covering the truth
how can i ever uncover
what my depths cover from time to time
when you utter my name?
when you tell me that
i am myself.
there is no self.
There is no us.
There is no future.
I have only the past
and My now
Like a fruit basket
all naked on top of your table.
Just take one
The apple perhaps.
And fill yourself.
For the moment.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take A Pick For The Moment
we meet i only have one layer
we talk and i added another layer
we discuss and i added more layers
we dive to a certain depth and of course
i have to add more and more layers
so i may not drown
so i may not be too vulnerable to pressure
and when we come out of the water
our faces surfacing you do not recognize me anymore
i have layers and layers of myself
that even me
i cannot anymore recognize
the violence within
this turbulence of the self
this storm inside us
this layers and layers of selves
covering the truth
how can i ever uncover
what my depths cover from time to time
when you utter my name?
when you tell me that
i am myself.
there is no self.
There is no us.
There is no future.
I have only the past
and My now
Like a fruit basket
all fresh on top of your table.
Just take one
The apple perhaps.
And fill yourself.
For the moment.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Divorced from Dumb Reality - Number Lesson on Numb Pointless Love
DIVORCED FROM DUMB REALITY
My fun begun with number one,
swore to be true to number two,
happy to be with number three,
then to adore fair number four.
No more alive is number five,
mix stones and sticks Styx number six,
who’s in heaven, number seven?
its now too late for number eight.
Another line for number nine,
begin again with number ten.
13 May 1982 revised 20 January 2009
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Numbers
My fun begun with number one,
swore to be true to number two,
happy to be with number three,
then to adore sweet number four.
No more alive is number five,
beset by tics was number six,
she’s in heaven, number seven,
its now too late for number eight.
Another line for number nine,
begin again for number ten.
13 May 1982
poem by Jonathan Robin
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2econd Skin
Crawl me into your second skin
and teach me everything
(Second skin)
Through your eyes a voyeur
Through your veils of a visionaire
talk to me about those things
no other soul would care.
(Second skin)
Outcast all the colours that I still have
Camouflage me so I can fall and stand
somewhere between an underrated angel
and all those citizens marked with X-sex.
(Second skin)
Tissue apart and right to the heart
teach me the wonders of your moral blade
so I can stand still when you have to kill
all that was yours before and now has to fade away
Draw me the fine line between religion and crime
You are one more son of a God you can never be wrong
but aren't we all?
As we sit and wait
for the serpent to bite our very own tale
(As I sit and wait
for the serpent to bite my very own tale)
(Second skin)
song performed by by Moonspell from Sin/Pecado
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I prefer to be a monkey than a donkey!
First standard girl
called me for a funny play,
She wrote a few words for her display,
in a folded paper and hide it for a while;
She asked me to say a number
from one to ten and open the paper,
She gave me a clue and asked me to say four
Four denotes that I am a good boy;
But I said the number 2 instantly,
The number 2 interprets monkey,
The number 1 denotes donkey,
I prefer to be a monkey than a donkey!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Purple and White
Purple swirls with white and becomes lavender.
Lavender, reminds my senses of my beloved grandmother.
Grandmother, with paper thin skin that is soft as roses.
A rose, it’s sweet smelling aroma is candy for my nose.
My nose, one of my finest features that fills with me delight.
Delight, fine noses, sweet roses, soft grandmothers and purple swirled with white.
poem by Connie Crane
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Eager Acrostic Toujours Sa Maude
The Elves and fairies net love's song
Open locks, set fancy free,
Upon hope's wind true love prolong
Joy rhyming with eternity.
One only could fulfillment bring
Unite heart mind in symphony
Responding tenderly to sing
Serenity's identity
Apure reflection of two hearts
Made one, as reciprocity
Allows both give and take as parts
United are in harmony.
Doubt fades away, love knows no shame,
Eager two fly who once felt lame...
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Love Words
I had told of my love
To the leaves of a tree.
Curious they were not,
Green eyes were they only.
But my words, all, were caught
By the swift elvish wind;
It blew them in and out
Scattering and twirling.
In unexpected ways
The struggle they replaced
Falling with the caress
Of the warm breathing wind.
In my mind which kept them,
Serenity's leader main:
Now unlocked to fancy
From restraint they are free.
Now my words turned to spell
Can they Love praise and tell.
Maude CORRIERAS
poem by Jonathan Robin
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