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
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Little Blond Plaits
This is the garden that I know
Ten thousand summers wait me here
You lead and I will follow
Your heart is my tomorrow
Into your womb, I fade away
And while she laughs
Your pride is turning into snow
And melting on the face
Of this light of hope
Shine on, light of hope
Light of hope
And while she laughs
Your pride is turning into snow
And dancing on the graves
Of what you though you used to know
And in this garden
I will burn my callous robes
And forever love my darling
Light of hope
song performed by by Chris Rea
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Light Of Hope
This is the garden that I know
Ten thousand summers wait me here
You lead and I will follow
Your heart is mine tomorrow
Into your womb I fade away
And while she laughs
Your pride is turning into snow
And melting on the face of this light of hope
Shine on, light of hope
Light of hope
And while she laughs
Your pride is turning into snow
And dancing on the graves of what you thought you used to know
And in this garden I will burn my callous robes
And forever love my darling
Light of hope
song performed by by Chris Rea
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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At the Melting of the Snow
There's a sunny Southern land,
And it's there that I would be
Where the big hills stand,
In the South Countrie!
When the wattles bloom again,
Then it's time for us to go
To the old Monaro country
At the melting of the snow.
To the East or to the West,
Or wherever you may be,
You will find no place
Like the South Countrie.
For the skies are blue above,
And the grass is green below,
In the old Monaro country
At the melting of the snow.
Now the team is in the plough,
And the thrushes start to sing,
And the pigeons on the bough
Sit a-welcoming the Spring.
So come, my comrades all,
Let us saddle up and go
To the old Monaro country
At the melting of the snow.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Melting Snow
Melting snow runs down from high peaks, into creeks,
over flowing waters, carry off layers of the forest floor,
nutrients, twigs, leafs and insects are all swept clean,
little creeks bulge into violent streams, and mighty rivers
churning, tumbling, and roaring down waves, into the ocean's mouth.
Melting snow on the forest floor uncovers chains of small islands,
spreading under pines and oaks and elms, low lands and high lands,
contrasting, the dark colored ground against the white melting snow,
the season of change calls to awaken the forest floor,
with a splash of melting snow, and a degree of heat,
natures cycle is complete.
poem by Michael Andrew
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Melting Pot
I met my girl
She was living in the melting pot
I touched her skin
It was greasy from the melting pot
Get yourself a weapon
Cause they slice you up in the melting pot
Well, I dont really have time to talk
But I wish you lots of luck in the melting pot
Chorus:
And in the end its always just some game
The heartbreak and laughter has all been in vain
Beat up and lied to
For your whole life
Kick you in the head
In the melting pot
The hewks live upstairs
Where the air is clean in the melting pot
They like to swoop down
And gnaw an your brain in the melting pot
Money, sex and power
Jerk you off in the backseat of the melting pot
Then they say I saw you last night
And you sure were looking sweet in the melting pot
Chorus:
And in the end its always just some game
The heartbreak and laughter has all been in vain
Beat up and lied to
For your whole life
Kick you in the head
In the melting pot
Theyd like to buy you off
If they possibly can in the melting pot
With temptation, dreams and persuasion
Thats what they got in the melting pot
Keep you bleeding, begging and snotty here
In the melting pot
Well, dont you dare laughting out loud
Theyll take away what you got
In the melting pot
Chorus:
And in the end its always just some game
The heartbreak and laughter has all been in vain
Beat up and lied to
For your whole life
Kick you in the head
In the melting pot
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Melting Winds
The melting winds of tomorrow
are dissolving my dreams today.
The aspirations that I reached for
are crumbling in my hand.
Soon there will be purple nothingness
where my dreams used to be.
The more I try to grasp them
the more the images waste away.
Soon I’ll have nothing inside the silken purse
just vacant ashes where my dreams used to be.
How could this happen?
How could my world go this wrong?
What made the melting winds of tomorrow
want to take all this away from me?
Maybe when tomorrow comes
it will tell me the answers I seek.
Until then I’ll have to wait
while the melting winds of tomorrow
finally close my day today.
poem by David Harris
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Song Of The Evergreens
Listen to the briskly whistling winter evergreen
Whispering through the frozen morning light
And tell me whats to come
Saying my time is near
Never fear
I close each year
Im winter
Reminding me to trade my t-shirts for my woven wools
Trade my sandals for my skis
Whispered warnings in the wind
Saying soon come the dancing snowflakes
Theyre kissing every tree
Theyre kissing you and me
Please hurry
Falling
Dazzling dancing diamonds from the sky
Prisms
Rainbow sparkled flurries in our eyes
Whipping across the frozen crystal meadow
Pond of ice
Race the snow
Well build a warming fire there
And cuddle close and wine and dine
The setting sun
The morning light will find us high
Shooting down the glistening mountain side
Screaming through the whispering pines
The freedom of each day
Will cleanse our minds
I can hardly wait for winter
I can hardly wait for the snow
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song performed by by Chicago
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Triolet
After the melting of the snow
Divines depart and April comes;
Examinations nearer grow
After the melting of the snow;
The grinder wears a face of woe,
The waster smokes and twirls his thumbs;
After the melting of the snow
Divines depart and April comes.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Non Oui Mais! sed We May!
NON OUI MAIS! SED WE MAY!
Another day tense present into past
laughs round the bend as future rhymes resolve
with salvo laughter salving bottle cast
upon Fate's foam flecked whirlwind search to solve
life's melody, key rune tune which will dance
swift circles round perceptions rigid, set,
sets scene, tomorrow timing with advance
which fears not self, untempted to forget.
From shoreline into sure line straight as die
'we may' the Gordian ribbons can release
fresh options from tired wrappings, can rely
upon dreams of reality at peace.
Mind solace finds as inner rainbow shines
on Chance which Joy and Circumstance aligns.
28 July 2008
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Non Oui Mais sed We May poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Snowfall
Ah-ha! the Valley looks like milky terrain,
Day has become snowy, silky and serene.
Heavy snowfall gone night witnessed,
In whiteness of Snow whole green is taken.
All around excitement for the children,
School closed brought cheer amongst them.
Youth pondering planning for snow sports;
Sets in season, of joy with first fall of snow.
Heavy snowfall starts, so starts the struggle,
Couples instead holding hands, hold shovels.
Cleaning roofs reducing load, risk of damage,
Government is clearing drive and walk ways.
Snow; a natural store, lifeline for many rivers,
Playing prominent role in cycle of water.
Melting and flowing giving source of energy,
Having great importance in human vitality.
Snow rings bell sounding new season’s arrival,
Filled with joy welcoming Christmas festival.
Though, I live far away from the snow place,
But in River Ganges melted snow usually embrace.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Acceptance Dance
She stands on river's brink to think
of future fair ahead,
holds hands with wonder's link to ink
all hope her heart has said.
She dreams beyond the veil this tale
to share where all mundane
may shed away, hope's gleam won't fail
to soothe away past pain.
She sways below the mountain high
to rhythms heart may start
to startle into starlit sky
from hibernation, chart
the way to interplay which may
anticipations meet,
where each day's reach may break away
from cares, and, sharing, greet
dreams blessed as fears fade, laid to rest,
metamorphosis wished -
renewed is zest, heart's treasure chest
unlocked, unblocked, relished.
She leans into the breeze and sees
fresh opportunities
where Love love frees to please, to tease,
to seize beyond the seas
Joy where she understands all lands
by rainbow bridge are spanned,
as mountain lies at peace with skies
where providence joins hands
with laughter, light, by day, by night,
by insight spurred to fly
on wings of white to true delight -
acceptance seeks no 'Why? '...
3 September 2007
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Acceptance Dance poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Upwards
Fly magician, Friendship wears a coat
Unstained by Chance, sad circumstance, exclusion.
Phoenix flight may save from grief's confusion
When 'cares attack and life seems black', remote
Aid altruistic, non-judgemental vote,
Restoring trust in confident conclusion.
Dreams, rejecting artifice, delusion,
Set sights upon fresh start, and keep afloat
Links Deep, hope's steers life's optimistic boat,
Seychelles acqua tinted, joy's profusion.
(18 July 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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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
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Home Coming
Leaving in the dark
In an accidental day
From the dawn
To the following day
Celebrated winter wedding
Putting on by
Official white dress of
Soft cozy woolen snow
Enjoyed the day having
Made a velvet carpet with fallen snow
Closed windows opened
Opened windows closed
To see the snow bride
Of celebration had
Melting the joy in the eve
Saying good bye
Left winter bride
Returned home
To live with a long time
Fresh and beauty of own
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Inspired by Issa - Melting snow
melting snow -
warming up the day
my cup of milk coffee
inspired by
melting snow-
the morning voices
of pilgrims
-Issa,1810
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Reflections Of Fire # 2
waiting for the snow
the cleansing frozen stillness
where spirits inhabit fossils
and the earth spins
naked and complete
in each turn.
this old body's worn out!
the turtle leaves its shell,
grows wings, flies into darkness.
lying again at the Mother's breasts,
watching her touch the wind
and create forms!
snow, tiny flakes
falling, defying gravity,
clinging to the windowpane
each a tiny lifetime
melting without a whimper,
melting into the light!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Single Candle/Death Herself
A single flame lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death
Her hands clasped anrond their souls
The souls of the dead
She feeds of their screams
The screams of the dead
Her legs lay bellow her
Bellow death
Her black gown over her body
The body of death
Her chest rises and falls with her breath
The breath of death
Her cloak drawn over her long flowing jet hair
The face of death
Her eyes unmoved unfeeling
Do you see it?
Do you see the soul of death?
Do you feel it?
Her skin as white as snow as it fades into darkness
The snow of tears
Her cloths as dark as night that swallows the light
The dark we all shall see
Her eyes close as she feels their souls flow
Flow from the dead
She leaves them there to lay in darkness
She steals from the dead
A single candle lights their faces filled with her
Filled with death
They fall into the darkness of her eyes, of her heart
The darkness of death
A single candle shall stay to light their way
Their way through the dark
A single candle holds their past
The pain and trials
A single candle lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death herself
A single candle
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Countdown
Countdown begun, one way, no leeway where
One can reverse time’s wave to save the day.
Useless to look for aid. Hopes fade, links fray.
No energy remains, there’s none to spare
To challenge fate, anticipate, prepare
Dynamic options, open interplay.
Only stray souvenirs of heyday far away
Which weigh - nostalgia validates despair.
No space to trace another future where,
Bets placed win race, no need to piper pay.
Errors, time squandered come to roost today.
Grey before, behind, mind unaware.
Uneasy lies the frown that bares barred head
No light, no flight, and no delight ahead...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Hope's Stream 1718
As first cheep chirp unshutters polar night
whose sharp spell claws draped on stage curtained sky,
Hope's stream flows forth to span both dark and light,
what frozen seemed may thaw, joy's tinder dry.
Tomorrow, drawn from dreams, refutes fears, years,
and tears, to shine as beacon, battles won,
no sabotage can compromise screen clears
dissolving threats undoing work well done.
Released from false temptations superficial,
attraction or seductive siren sigh,
which would cause worm from course, flaws prejudicial
betraying spring preparing wings to fly,
life conquers strife, scope steers fears far to sea,
replacing grope by clear transparency.
(25 January 2009)
poem by 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...
© Jonathan Robin Parody written 1 September 2005 – after Wanda Lea Brayton – Romantic Rhyme
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.
© Wanda Lea Brayton
poem by Jonathan Robin
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