Love’S Tale Retailed
Stars which preside our fates decide events which coincide,
laws causal slide, pause, glide, collide Cause/Effect’s effects wide.
Some in their stride take hopes belied, some stay unsatisfied,
some nationwide, unpacified, seek more than weak words snide.
Once bona fide I fate defied - love, life intensified,
personified by bonny bride who ecstasy supplied.
Electrified and gratified by life lived as joyride,
exemplified days dignified ignoring all divide.
No doubts inside could override my sentimental side,
till trite aside was verrified by witnesses worldwide.
Dissatisfied, one who relied on love unqualified,
is certified as mummified, emotions petrified.
New senses tried, old misapplied, change what words signified
“us” evil “I’d” turns when replied is pique with speak denied.
Life which implied love deIFied if IF’s re-placed, reads died,
spell rectified dealt spell defied, well meaning modified.
Lie clarified, hurt’s amplified while pain, disdain, abide,
ache’s amplified by scorn allied with sting intensified.
‘From love that lied ah woe betide! defend us, Lord’, some cried
in heart’s divide with trust decried, may laughter still abide?
Down turned upside, hope horrified, turned down, sound scope shanghaied,
towards lakeside humidified I’d drown all unfound pride -
but suicide undignified was ending cast aside,
unratified, when voice defied, let second thoughts decide.
Ideas allied with sense applied brief interlude has tried
to craft inside lines side by side aligned shall e'er abide.
As stanzas slide, to please, not guide, concludes brood versified
with loose ends tied, and [t]ease supplied one hopes none dare deride...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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For Every Up There Must Be A Downside
For Every Up There Must Be A Downside
Written: Wilfred Mellers, Friday, October 16,2009
Pretending to be Dr. Jekyll while being Mr. Hyde
The pain I hide and emotions kept inside
The oceans now separate and divide
No one left now to confide
Your attention I desperately vied
On your love I so relied
To you I had never chide
On slippery slopes I now slide
Once struck by a truck broadside
Battered now and deep fried
Secrets to you I once confide
Tender moments spent at your bedside
Heaven knows I’ve truly tried
All request I’ve complied
Court order’s I’ve not defied
God doesn’t sleep for his eyes remain open wide
My heart once again has been shanghaied
Great love to you I’ve supplied
Yet left high and dry
Words spoken, yes you lied
You’ll see who’s there come yuletide
You can run but you cannot hide
Your world shall be turn on its side
Dragged out to sea by the riptide
Pray that the universe will provide
No more comforting words to you to guide
There will be no more upside
No more for you the joy ride
Alone I stand by the seaside
Thinking of my children and I cried
Swept away by the noontide
Held captive by love and hogtied
Left with only my stupid pride
Lonesome groom with his bride
Standing now where worlds collide
Peering into the void wide-eyed
Tears come and go with the tide
Heartache and I are now allied
Waters fell until ducts are dried
Open wounds I now abide
Placed now curbside
Fate no longer on a hayride
On crystal lakes I glide
All hope has not yet died
Storms brew and chilled winds wouldn’t subside
At wits end for nothing I have left untried
Your heart of steel cold and freeze-dried
Rusted solid from the oxide
In this and the next world standing astride
You I’ve never left aloft and elide
Glancing down from the hillside
By God now I stand beside
Comforted by the fireside
Now I dwell on the inside
Stationed no longer in a landslide
Forward looking without guilt and untied
Casting now I do worldwide
No longer staying just stateside
In judgment he alone will preside
In loving arms I now reside
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Lucinda Wrobel
L ight and laughter bona fide,
U nderstanding without pride,
C herish others, never hide
I n a rut, but help provide.
N ever fail, take all in stride,
D o not let impatience chide,
A nd life with joy will be supplied.
W ork that happiness abide,
R ighteousness on every side,
O ffer aid to those denied.
B eauty within with truth outside,
E vil everywhere defied,
L ife in triumph meets each tide.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Providential Headstart - Home is where the heart...
Head flies outside through joy espied,
Offers new day begun,
May side by side fore’er abide
Eternally as one.
If care’s denied tears may be dried
Sun highlights scope and fun
While soul that cried’s now healed inside
Hearts’s karmic leap is won.
Each dawn beside shared orbit’s glide
Rhymes well, joy’s never done,
Each night is eyed as welcome ride
Hand, hand, tied, ne’er undone,
Entwined, allied, with time defied,
As limits overcome
Restore bridge wide which bona fide
Teams with sweet dreams none shun …
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Through the Metidja to Abd-El-Kadr
I
As I ride, as I ride,
With a full heart for my guide,
So its tide rocks my side,
As I ride, as I ride,
That, as I were double-eyed,
He, in whom our Tribes confide,
Is descried, ways untried
As I ride, as I ride.
II.
As I ride, as I ride
To our Chief and his Allied,
Who dares chide my heart's pride
As I ride, as I ride?
Or are witnesses denied—
Through the desert waste and wide
Do I glide unespied
As I ride, as I ride?
III.
As I ride, as I ride,
When an inner voice has cried,
The sands slide, nor abide
(As I ride, as I ride)
O'er each visioned homicide
That came vaunting (has he lied?)
To reside—where he died,
As I ride, as I ride.
IV.
As I ride, as I ride,
Ne'er has spur my swift horse plied,
Yet his hide, streaked and pied,
As I ride, as I ride,
Shows where sweat has sprung and dried,
—Zebra-footed, ostrich-thighed—
How has vied stride with stride
As I ride, as I ride!
V.
As I ride, as I ride,
Could I loose what Fate has tied,
Ere I pried, she should hide
(As I ride, as I ride)
All that's meant me—satisfied
When the Prophet and the Bride
Stop veins I'd have subside
As I ride, as I ride!
poem by Robert Browning from Cavalier Tunes (1842)
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Decide! - 1294 - Initial Version
Dreams often the minority divide
Essentially from masses mystified.
Champion truth not falsehood, for ahead
Is clarity, options authentified,
Draw down from experience allied
E'er with convictions leader sifts from led.
Dreams too too often man from man divide
Ever as the crowd, preoccupied,
Criss-cross zigzags, some dumb stay, hope fled,
Initiatives restrained, life bled, cut and dried,
Drained by false fears, unblessed by wisdom wide,
Expectations high deny instead.
Deny temptations of soft ride,
Ease superficial, risks unquantified,
Chooses 'safe way', straight road comfort fed,
Ideas second rate accepts as guide,
Derides free choice, autonomy, self pride,
Exchanging fad conformity for bread.
Distrust that moment Fortune's tide
Entwines ambitions in its fickle thread,
Cause, Effect confuses as Fate's tread
Is feared by those to blind convention wed,
Dark homage pay 'authority'' to glide
Empty through life, by siren songs misled.
Disqualified whose deeds unjustified
Emotions undermine, who have gainsaid
Communication, dialogue have shed
Isolated self from ethics, lied,
Dropped principles and trust, stripped bona fide
Emancipation, high ideals stopped dead.
Dim, most responsibility do, chide
Endure more than participate, and dread
Conscious freedom's fountainhead,
Inhibit their own birthright, squat beside
Doubts self born, stay torn, dare not provide
Emotions true to surf life's watershed.
Decades dovetail to centuries beside
Entrapped spectators, waiting on the side,
Challenge refusing, witless walking dead!
In fear of fear, refusing to decide.
Dare! Who is there their answers seek inside
Earth's soul? Most stillborn seem their hour sped!
Decisions take, don't hesitate or bide
Excessive time awaiting from outside
Comprehensive answers coveted.
Independant mind must coincide
Directly with the will to win, not hide.
Existence is too short - life soon is sped.
Deeds Mankind needs, advancing from inside,
Excluding bias, crimes unrectified,
Creating bridges, leaving naught unsaid.
Identify the different ways your stride
Divides from those who, superficial, slide
Each day, - those most behind putting self ahead!
(10 September 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Is Freud Felicity?
Love is decried
or set aside as subjectivity
unjustified by all allied to blind psychiatry.
Reflection cast,
one stands aghast! Is Freud felicity?
Is life a vast card-index classed interdependency?
Has true-love cried
so often, sighed in vain through history?
Is trust well-tried hate misapplied for doctoral degree?
A shell shut fast
‘gainst pulses fast of pure emotions free,
must give at last, or live outcast, - despite ‘ability’.
The truths inside
instincts abide, they’re blind who will not see, -
for none should hide, with hope denied, from creativity…
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Decide Against Stereotypes - 1294 - Current Version
Decisions take, nor hesitate nor bide
Excessive time awaiting from outside
Comprehensive answers coveted.
Independant mind must coincide
Directly with the will to win, not hide.
Existence is too short - life soon is fled.
Decades dovetail to centuries beside
Entrapped spectators, waiting on the side,
Challenge refusing, witless walking dead
In fear of fear, refusing to decide.
Dare! Few remain who answers seek inside
Earth's soul? Most stillborn seem brief hour sped!
Distrust that moment Fortune's tide
Entwines ambitious greed, feeds fears inside,
Cause, Effect confuses, Fate's fickle thread
Identified as true cue. Conformist thread
Dark homage pays 'authority'. Most slide,
Endure life's strife stings, by siren songs misled.
Dissipation seldom may provide
Exit gratifying, - seems as suicide
Counter-intuitive conformity, instead
Is chosen to 'gain time'. Disqualified,
Double-bind conformist blind would wed
Empty acceptation's altar, all trust fled.
Desires down-graded, dreams by self denied,
Elicit slight pity, sagacity short-supplied.
Care take avoiding firewall State hosted,
Internet providers' censorship decried
Deals stereotype behaviour blow wicked,
Expel ranks serried, round-hole pegs deride.
Dissatisfaction offers gloomy glide,
Expectations suffer, priorities collide.
Comfort zone, lost, counts cost, bewails with dread
Intensive pressures as horizons wide
Disintegrate, bemoans bad luck denied
Expressions of free will, dice loaded lead.
Dreams frequently minority divide
Essentially from crowd whose hands are tied.
Conspicuously by inaction. Look ahead!
Inner clarity, options authentified,
Draws upon convictions tested, tried.
Equity sifts sure leader from lure led.
Dare, dare not, often men from men divide
Ever as the masses, mystified,
Criss-cross zigzag, numb, dumb, scope gainsaid,
Initiatives restrained, fence sitting, cut and dried
Decisions drained, unblessed by wisdom wide.
Efforts, unrewarded, rot instead.
Deny temptations of soft ride,
Ease superficial, risks unquantified,
Choosing 'safe way', straight road comfort fed,
Ideals mediocre prove poor guide,
Deride free choice, autonomy, self pride,
Embrace conformity, exchanged for bread.
Division equals crime unjustified.
Equation lose/lose, efforts time denied,
Creates conditions delicate, contested.
Input focussed fairly, fortified,
Defies both wishful-thinking, unjust pride,
Excessive pseudo strength, defeated, ousted
Disqualify dud deals unjustified,
Emotions sapped, surfing life's watershed
Cutting communication, compassion shed.
Isolate self-censorship, convinced truth lied,
Drops principles, truth, trust, strips bona fide
Emancipation, high ideals stops dead.
Dimmed vim, responsibilities most chide,
Endure more than participate, they dread
Conscious freedom's fountainhead,
Innate birthright inhibiting beside
Doubts self born, stay torn, dare not provide
Emotional integrity board, bed.
Despise stop-gap solutions qualified
Everywhere as failsafe when, allied,
Complacency and status found in bed,
Incestuous are chosen for free ride,
Denigrating independence wide,
Endure more than participate, choice dread.
Deft deeds one needs, advancing from inside,
Excluding bias, crimes unrectified,
Challenge compromise, leave naught unsaid.
Identify the many ways your stride
Distinguished is from superficial slide
Each day by those behind, through putting self ahead!
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Dare She?
Some sentiments destabilize
when inner thoughts through other eyes
by magic pen may formalize.
Perhaps, despite protective sighs,
hope lies ahead, helps shed disguise?
Tight rope walk from walled citadel,
beset by fears Time can’t dispel,
sits one who may have loved too well, -
emotions dares nor share nor tell,
lest betrayal breach hope's shell.
Stands, reflects with much surprise,
upon commitment’s even ties, -
scarred by a past which “self” denies,
scared behind sweet sparkling eyes, -
lest she should lose herself, fair prize.
Is real from drawbridge cusp choice free
or reel rewound where wounds may be
reopened although memory
real_I_tease would hide, - stiff fee
to pay for ransomed soul at sea.
Reality may coincide
with dreams when two, as one allied,
advance together, prospects wide
embrace with motives bona fide
face future fearless, side by side,
all former errors rectified.
Fate scoops hope's bottle from life's sea -
half-full? half-empty? - destiny
plays games with will, reality.
Combine, merge, urge purge, splurge surge, key
into choice voice, rejoice, set free.
For 'what will be' can't stay inside
time genie's bottle, chance denied,
must scene tranlate to act, play ride
from start through end as plot supplied
threads to conclusion which may guide
fresh start for heart wait's weight defied.
Careful, fearful, fitful, she
herself seems her worst enemy,
seeks protection, amity.
What controls her destiny?
dare she let go, for once not flee?
Maybe its time to realize
that though fleet Time so swiftly flies
compromise can’t circumsize
future options that arise
to offer comforting replies.
She, where others buy and sell,
for silver pawn their souls to Hell,
sheltered beneath protective shell, -
more flirt on call than siren bell
though on hid softness fond thoughts dwell.
Who’d wish her heart he satisfies,
may seek HER truth where most, less wise,
confide blind trust to logic’s lies…
In harmony hope's answer lies,
shared peace, that love alone supplies.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Individual Insolence
Spendthrift, swift second thoughts so greedy glide,
dovetail decades to centuries for waiting dead,
so few of whom dare seek inside
true soul; seed weeded, cower stillborn once hour’s sped.
Who falter, hesitate, or hide,
issues undermine, gratuitously misread,
dodge deadlines, ostrich imitate, divide
themselves from future freedom: futile chicken-head.
Priorities with force collide
with weal’s wheels steel inlaid, braid geometric tread
when feelings, mind, can’t co-incide.
Run coach and horses through approach to safety wed.
Turn from temptations of soft ride
along straight road of safety, comfort, ease, well fed,
that shutters, clutter free, outside;
walls off, denies, discomfort, challenge, when all’s said.
When oligarchies petrified
pay off panhandling populace with circus bread,
repression’s often found allied
with intolerance, oversight unbiased shed.
Voice stifled, choice requalified
by hierarchies restrictive, equity ousted,
iconoclasts disqualified.
Monopolistic int’rests top/down hammerhead
humanity, termed thorn in side.
Justice is often misapplied by state control ghost hosted.
Distrust that moment when the tide
of Fortune, at the flood, entwines in fickle thread,
enticing - sickled Time at side -
man with her siren song: by lust, ambitions, led.
Beware all those who’d hitch their ride,
queue jump at the expense of others, snatch board, bed,
by selfishness unjustified
stirred, careless of accounts to render overhead.
Whate’er the reasons that decide
the insolence of the individual; - bled
by fears, or blessed by wisdom wide,
or, hope denied, twisting in heat fond heart or head,
his place is precious. Don’t deride
the diff’rences that oft divide his awkward tread
from those who, superficial, slide
through life, - those most behind who think themselves ahead!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Decide against Stereotypes - 1294 - 2007 Version
Dreams often the minority divide
E ssentially from masses mystified.
C hampion truth not falsehood, for ahead
I s clarity, options authentified,
D raw down from experience allied,
E ver convictions leader sifts from led.
Dread far too often men from men divide
E ver as the crowd, preoccupied,
C riss-cross zigzags, some dumb stay, hope fled,
I nitiatives restrained, life bled, cut and dried,
D rained by false fears, unblessed by wisdom wide,
E xpectations high deny instead.
Deny temptations of soft ride.
E ase superficial, risks unquantified,
C hooses 'safe way', straight road comfort fed,
I deas second rate accepts as guide,
D erides free choice, autonomy, self pride, -
E xchanging fad, conformity, for bread.
D istrust that moment Fortune's tide
E ntwines ambitions in its fickle thread,
C ause, Effect confuses as Fate's tread
I s feared by those to blind convention wed,
D ark homage pay ‘authority' to glide
E mpty through life, by siren songs misled.
Disqualified whose deeds, unjustified,
E motions undermine, who have gainsaid
C ommunication, dialogue have shed,
I solated self from ethics, lied,
D ropped principles and trust, stripped bona fide
E mancipation, high ideals stopped dead.
Dim, most, responsibility do chide,
E ndure more than participate, and dread
C onscious freedom's fountainhead,
I nhibit their own birthright, squat beside
D oubts self born, stay torn, dare not provide
E motions true to surf life's watershed.
Decades dovetail to centuries beside
E ntrapped spectators, waiting on the side,
C hallenge refusing, - witless walking dead! -
I n fear of fear, refusing to decide.
D are! Who is there their answers seek inside
E arth's soul? Most stillborn seem their hour sped!
Decisions take, don't hesitate or bide
E xcessive time awaiting from outside
C omprehensive answers coveted.
I ndependant mind must coincide
D irectly with the will to win, not hide.
E xistence is too short - life soon is sped.
Deeds Mankind needs, advancing from inside,
E xcluding bias, crimes unrectified,
C reating bridges, leaving naught unsaid.
I dentify the different ways your stride
D ivides from those who, superficial, slide
E ach day, those most behind through putting self ahead!
(1 July 2007)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Individual Insolence - His P[l]ace is Precious - 0189 - Current Version
Spendthrift, swift second thoughts so greedy glide,
dovetail decades to centuries for waiting dead,
so few of whom dare seek inside
true soul; seed weeded, cower stillborn once hour's sped.
Who falter, hesitate, or hide,
issues undermine, gratuitously misread,
dodge deadlines, ostrich imitate, divide
themselves from future freedom: futile chicken-head.
Priorities with force collide
with weal's wheels steel inlaid, braid geometric tread
when feelings, mind, can't co-incide.
Run coach and horses through approach to safety wed.
Turn from temptations of soft ride
along straight road of safety, comfort, ease, well fed,
that shutters, clutter free, outside;
walls off, denies, discomfort, challenge, when all's said.
When oligarchies petrified
pay off panhandling populace with circus bread,
repression's often found allied
with intolerance, oversight unbiased shed.
Voice stifled, choice requalified
by hierarchies restrictive, equity ousted,
iconoclasts disqualified.
Monopolistic int'rests top/down hammerhead
humanity, termed thorn in side.
Justice is often misapplied by state control ghost hosted.
Distrust that moment when the tide
of Fortune, at the flood, entwines in fickle thread,
enticing, sickled Time at side,
man with her siren song: by lust, ambitions, led.
Beware all those who'd hitch their ride,
queue jump at the expense of others, snatch board, bed,
by selfishness unjustified
stirred, careless of accounts to render overhead.
Whate'er the reasons that decide
the insolence of the individual; bled
by fears, or blessed by wisdom wide,
or, hope denied, twisting in heat fond heart or head,
his place is precious. Don't deride
the diff'rences that oft divide his awkward tread
from those who, superficial, slide
through life, - those most behind who think themselves ahead!
(4 October 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Life 101, Lovelines, and Vampire Satire
LIFE 101, LOVELINES, and VAMPIRE SATIRE
LIFE 101
SUBMERGE EMERGE URGE SURGE SPLURGE CONVERGE VERGE MERGE PURGE DIRGE SUBMERGE! …
AFTERLIFE 101
? DIVERGE: SCOURGE … REEMERGE?
Coining a Ph[r]ase
Love Lair’s Layers
Inside
Outside
CoincideConfide
Allied
Guide
Glide
Astride
Abide
but the other side of the coin might be:
Drier Dire Diary
Hide
Slide
Bromide
DerideLied
Snide
Override
Divide
Dire Diary Vampire Satire - cast in order of appearance
Admire shyer
Fire desire
Surefire squire
Sapphire buyer
Higher lyre
Require Choir
Friar, prior,
Aquire attire
Empire entire
Sigher suspire
Transpire perspire
Defyer briar
Spy highflyer eyer
Hire sweetbriar *
Conspire crossfire
Dire liar
Wryer denyer
Inspire ire
Wire umpire,
Misfire miss, fire
Bye-bye err, slyer
Retire, mire
Quagmire, expire
Pyre bonfire …
*Definition of sweetbriar
Eurasian rose with prickly stems and fragrant leaves and bright pink flowers followed by scarlet hips
17 January 2007
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His Place is Precious - 0189 - Initial Version
Turn from temptations of soft ride
along straight road of safety, comfort, ease, well fed,
where peace eternal, free from pride,
appeals, - appears an easy answer when all's said!
Distrust that moment when the tide
of Fortune, at the flood, entwines in fickle thread,
enticing, sickled Time at side,
man with her siren song: by lust, ambitions, led.
The silent seconds greedy glide:
dovetail decades to centuries for waiting dead,
so few of whom dared seek inside
earth's secret soul. Seemed stillborn when their hour was sped.
Whate'er the reasons that decide
the insolence of the individual; bled
by fears, or blessed by wisdom wide,
or, hope denied, twisting in heat fond heart or head,
his place is precious. Don't deride
the diff'rences that oft divide his awkward tread
from those who, superficial, slide
through life, those most behind who think themselves ahead!
(10 October 1981)
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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Between Two Worlds
Parting for Australia.
HERE sitting by the fire
I aspire, love, I aspire--
Not to that 'other world' of your fond dreams,
But one as nigh and nigher,
Compared to which your real, unreal seems.
Together as to-night
In our light, love, in our light
Of reunited joy appears no shade:
From this our hope's reached height
All things are possible and level made.
Therefore we sit and view--
I and you, love, I and you--
That wondrous valley o'er southern seas,
Where in a country new
You will make for me a sweet nest of ease;
Where I, your poor tired bird,
(Nothing stirred? Love, nothing stirred?)
May fold her wings and be no more distrest:
Where troubles may be heard
Like outside winds at night which deepen rest.
Where in green pastures wide
We'll abide, love, we'll abide,
And keep content our patriarchal flocks,
Till at our aged side
Leap our young brown-faced shepherds of the rocks.
Ah, tale that's easy told!
(Hold my hand, love, tighter hold.)
What if this face of mine, which you think fair--
If it should ne'er grow old,
Nor matron cap cover this maiden hair?
What if this silver ring
(Loose it clings, love, yet does cling
Should ne'er be changed for any other? nay,
This very hand I fling.
About your neck should--Hush! to-day's to-day:
To-morrow is--ah, whose?
You'll not lose, love, you'll not lose
This hand I pledged, if never a wife's hand
For tender household use
Led by your fearless into a far, far land.
Kiss me and do not grieve;
I believe, love, I believe
That He who holds the measure of our days,
And did thus strangely weave
Our opposite lives together, to His praise--
He never will divide
Us so wide, love, us so wide:
But will, whate'er befalls us, clearly show
That those in Him allied
In life or death are nearer than they know.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Rootless
Swept away on the ebbing tide
I long to stay but I must go
my wanderlust unsatisfied.
I go where the waters flow
(I have no choice I don’t decide)
The rolling sea has much to show.
Strange places where no men abide.
The frozen lands of ice and snow
where human needs can’t be supplied.
Sunlit isles where palm trees grow.
My urgent need won’t be denied,
there’s so much that I want to know.
I have to travel to and fro.
I ride upon the restless tide.
My ever moving friendly foe.
There is no place I can hide
She’d search for me both high and low
I can’t escape though I have tried.
She’s in control and she says no.
My mistress will not be defied
When she calls me I have to go.
Swept away on the ebbing tide.
I go reluctantly although
some part of me enjoys the ride.
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A Right to Decide
As either each with Fate must meet
R endez-vous as time and tide
I n synch are meant to coincide,
G rief leave behind, or, karma greet.
H ear arguments none should delete.
T he right inalienable to decide
T hus sane need to retain worldwide.
O ne should not days or months repeat
D ire pain, before dread winding sheet
E ats up all energy inside.
C omfort who curtains draws. Abide
I n conscience by choice to complete
D eath's call when inner voice can choose
E xit that none should dare refuse.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Extending God’s Unending Grace
By the world we’ll be denied, but God, our Lord, will provide,
Grace to every one of us, who knows The Lord, Christ Jesus.
Saved from sin, once defiled, we stand anew as God’s child,
And by the Grace He’s supplied, in God’s Truth we can abide.
Now as God’s child and an heir, God’s Grace we are to share,
With men who may not know, God above, who loves them so,
And sent His Son, in their place, all supplied, by God’s Grace.
That they also, may believe, and from God, His Grace receive.
Simply reflect where we’re from, and how far we’ve truly come,
As we have lived our new life, through the very Grace of Christ,
Of God’s Grace, we can infer, The Lord met us, where we were,
But He’d leave us not the same, by the power of Christ’s Name.
God has done so much for us, when in Christ we place all trust,
Forgiving us of all our sin, then sending His Spirit to live within,
Paying for all of us sin’s full price, and granting us Eternal Life,
Then seating us in Heaven above, afforded by Grace and Love.
As God’s Spirit moves our heart, His love to all we must impart,
By God’s Grace we can afford, to extend that Love of our Lord,
For unending is God’s supply, of grace bestowed on you and I,
As we extend to every nation, God’s love for all in His salvation.
(Copyright ©03/2010)
Christ Is Only 18 Inches Away
This is something that some people would not believe,
But after they read and accept the Lord then they can understand what they will receive.
It is written in the Bible as follows, but in my words, For God so loved this Earth,
That God gave a son that had the Faith and Love for us from Birth.
For whoever believes in him,
Will not perish, but live with Christ inside of them.
Yes, this is not actually as written in the Bible,
But this for us to decide, and if you understand and choose who they want Christ or Satan it is we who are up for the gamble.
Now if we decide to take the right side and then will abide,
Because they will have Jesus deep down inside.
Deep down inside lies in our heart,
Only, if we knew about this from the start.
With this, we can now think about this in our mind,
Because with this knowledge, we can finally realize why God loved mankind.
God gave us the ability to decide and for us to go either way,
If we think of how far the distance between the Head and Heart then we realize that Christ is only 18 inches away.
poem by Frank Pulver
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On The Lonely Side Of Town
On the lonely side of town
When no one else is around
Her brown eyes cry those tears
Over her loves from the past years
Her heart is breaking without a sound
On the lonely side of town
She feels just like a clown
With tears pouring from her eyes
With no rhymn or reason why
But life has turned her upside down
On the lonely side of town
Her head is hanging down
Shaking from side to side
With not much left of her pride
There on that lonely side of town
On the lonely side of town
She is lost behind her frown
But in ways she may never know
Her love fine it's way to show
And by her love she is bound
On the lonely side of town
You can hear the old train sound
Reminding her of those days
When life glowed with brighter rays
Even on that lonely side of town
On the lonely side of town
She is loved by leaps and bounds
Even though she may not see
Love'S the only thing that's free
And it creaps up on her without a sound
poem by Norman Hale
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