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Make Hay While Sun Shines

MAKE HAY WHILE SUN SHINES

As hair divides fast living from last groan,
and hare and rarebit hop like time ahead,
both they and Man dark glasses wear, unknown
is future near and far past's story sped.
What funny seems through bunny's glasses spread
from brow to brow now may, tomorrow blown,
reveal dreams' themes found fragile, few postpone
fate's finger, what was written must be read.
Begun in fun, life filters sun; strife, dread,
rubs gilt off fabled gingerbread, strikes stone
clover's four leaves, leaves grieving fallen throne,
with pride's ride set aside, forgotten, fled.
The moral of this simple sonnet's seen:
make hay while sun still shines, seek pastures green.

5 September 2009
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Bear and the Hare

The bear is always bare. I have never seen a bear who was not bare. Or does he or she wear a coat of hair? Where does he or she go to buy a coat of hair so that he or she won't be a bare bear? Coats cost money. Bare bears have no money.

But bears eat honey. Even bare bears eat honey. And this bear had a honey who wanted a coat of hair. So when she said to her honey, 'Honey, I want a coat of hair, but I have no money.', her honey replied, 'Honey, I have no money to buy a coat of hair. But I do have honey. Maybe I can sell my honey for money.' So he sold his honey for money so that his honey could have some money to buy a coat of hair and not be a bare bear.

This bear had a friend who was a hare. This hare has hair. Is he bare? He is not a bare bear but a hare and hares have hair. But he is a funny bunny and likes a sunny spot even when it is hot because he like to have fun in the sun. But this funny bunny could not find a sunny spot to go to have fun in the sun until one day a fair came to town.

The bear and hare of course went to the fair. What a pair! The fair was quite far so the bare bear and the hare with the hair decided to ride the street car. To ride the street car, they had to pay a fare. I say that was quite an affair - to see the bare bear and the hair paying for their fare. The bare bear had no pockets in which to carry any fare. The funny bunny had no honey to sell to get some money to pay the fare so that he could go to the fair. The fare cost ten cents. But that makes no sense. It isn't fair to make a bear who is bare and has no pockets to hold a fare or a funny bunny who has no honey to get money to pay a fare to go to the fair.

Subsequently, the bare bear barely got on the street car after the funny bunny hopped on, the bare bear and the hair were there sitting in chairs riding in the street car to the fair without paying any fare. Along the way they saw a mare. They did not care about the mare. They wanted to get to the fair. Have you every seen a bare bear sitting in a chair? I once saw a bare bear sitting in a chair at a fair but he wasn't bare.

To get into the fair the bare bear and the hair had to pay another fare. And still the bare bear had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. And the funny bunny had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. So what did they do? How did they get into the fair? As I said, I saw the bare bear sitting in a chair at the fair but he wasn't bare.

Tell me if this is a poem. Thanks.

poem by Ben Gieske
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In Answer To A Request

You ask me for a sonnet. Ah, my Dear,
Can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon?
Can cracked and fallen leaves recall last June
And leap up on the boughs, now stiff and sere?
For your sake, I would go and seek the year,
Faded beyond the purple ranks of dune,
Blown sands of drifted hours, which the moon
Streaks with a ghostly finger, and her sneer
Pulls at my lengthening shadow. Yes, 'tis that!
My shadow stretches forward, and the ground
Is dark in front because the light's behind.
It is grotesque, with such a funny hat,
In watching it and walking I have found
More than enough to occupy my mind.

I cannot turn, the light would make me blind.

poem by Amy Lowell
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Broken Glasses (2)

It's all broken glasses falling on the floor
Piece by piece breaking even more
One becoming two with each and every blow
A tree of glasses will never grow

Broken glasses on the floor
A million pieces becoming more
Each piece alone starts to shine
As though each one were becoming alive

A million pieces lie on the floor
Broken glasses broken to the core
They make me cry with their silence alone
As though they believe that all hope is gone
And the light that shines on the edge of a piece
Is like an un-witnessed tear of the pain unseen
As though when the pieces stop falling
All the glasses stop fighting
And chose to shine no more

Broken glasses falling on the floor
What can I say what have I more
Broken glasses I adore
Like a silent heart beat being ignored
Broken glasses are alive
Broken glasses are the life
Of a character broken deep inside

poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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Polyacrostic Palimpsest - What Will Follow?

Notes on Polyacrostic Palimpsests

Acrostic: Verse in which certain letters form a word or message
Polyacrostic: Several acrostics within the same composition;

Acrostics to be found below:
What will follow - external
Name an Acrostic - vertical from middle
Robin Jonathan - double diagonal from middle

Palimpsest: A manuscript on which more than one text is written
with earlier writing, or one level of meaning, partially visible.

Enjoy!

3 versions below:
4 March 2009
6 January 2007
2 January 1992 [Jonathan Wrobel]

What Will Follow?

Who knows what in our future lies ahead,
How will man's banana skin unpeel,
And thus show him what follows on, reveal
Tomorrow's stated story. Living dead,
We wait and ask vain sages why we're led
In ignorance to never-never's wheel.
Life is lost as man sets out, why steal
Little joys in scheming, joys gainsaid:
Fond intention ropes soon ties instead
Of painting scroll whose links naught need conceal.
Let be all fears, shine out as beacon real.
Look forward to trial met book open, read,
Or is all error, nightmares' terrors where
We puppets find chance rules us? Judgements spare!

© Jonathan Robin polyacrostic palimpsest sonnet written 2 January 1992 revised 4 March 2009

What Will Follow?

Who knows what in our future lies ahead,
How will man's banana skin unpeel,
And thus show him what follows on, reveal
Tomorrow's stated story. Living dead,
We wait and ask vain sages why we're led
In ignorance to never-never's wheel.
Life is lost as man sets out, why steal
Little joys in scheming, joys gainsaid
Fate, in waiting, rarely runs, - instead
Our sins turns to our loss without appeal.
Let be all fears, shine out as beacon real.
Look forward to the future, - grow, love, wed -
Or all’s terror, nightmare error where
We soon will see climactic climes none spare…

© Jonathan Robin polyacrostic palimpsest sonnet written 2 January 1992 revised 6 January 2007

What will Follow?

Who knows what in our future lies ahead,
How will man's banana skin unpeel,
And thus show him what follows on, reveal
Tomorrow's stated story, live or dead.
We wait and ask vain sages why we're led
In ignorance to never-never's wheel.
Life is lost as man sets out, why steal
Little joys in scheming, joys when fed
Fulfill our hearts which lay too long abed.
Our selves we should revive, all sloth repeal,
Let be all fears, shine out as beacon real.
Look forward to the future, - grow, love, wed!
Or all is error, 'tis but nightmare where
We soon will see chance rules us without heir!

Jonathan Wrobel polyacrostic palimpsest sonnet © Jonathan Robin written 2 January 1992

poem by Jonathan Robin
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He Wore Dark Sun glasses

The sun it was not shining and dark gray were the skies
Yet he wore dark sun glasses for to conceal his eyes
From the gaze of other people what was he trying to hide
Since to the mirror of his soul daylight he had denied.

Or maybe his eyes are sensitive to light so dark glasses at all times he must wear
Since seeing one wearing dark glasses on a cloudy morning is quite rare
In sunny weather many wear dark glasses to save their eyes from the sun's glare
On bright and warm Summer days of the sun one must beware.

This morning in the wind and rain it did seem strange to me
A young man wearing dark sun glasses out walking I did see
On such an overcast day sunglasses did seem out of place
If you cannot see a person's eyes you cannot memorize their face.

He may have eyes sensitive to light and have to wear dark glasses every day
But when I said hello to him he had nothing to say
If you cannot see a person's eyes to you that person a stranger remain
And I would not recognize his face were I to see him again.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Away From The Sun

Its down to this
Ive got to make this life make sense
Can anyone do what Ive done
I missed life
I missed the colours of the world
Can anyone go where I am
cause now again Ive found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
Im so far down, away from the sun again
Away from the sun again
Im over this
Im tired of living in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
The feelings gone
Theres nothing left to lift me up
Back into the world Ive known
cause now again Ive found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
Im so far down, away from the sun
That shines the life away from me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
Im so far down, away from the sun again
Its down to this
Ive got to make this life make sense
And now I cant do what Ive done
And now again Ive found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines the life away from me
cause now again Ive found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
Im so far down, away from the sun
That shines the life away from me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
Im so far down, away from the sun again

song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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Helen Wiped Her Glasses

Helen wiped
her thick lens glasses

with the hem
of her school dress

and you watched
her finger and thumb

move around the glass
in circular motion

Can you see much
without your glasses?

you asked
she looked up at you

and said
Not much

you for instance
are like a small tree

without leaves
with thin branches

hanging down
you smiled and saw

as she lifted the hem
a glimpse of thigh

white as one kept
out of sun and light

But what do I look like
with your glasses on?

you asked
looking at her face

and eyes that squinted
quite naked

without the specs
A boy who's cheeky

but often shy
especially around girls

and their blue eyes
and dark curls

and she giggled
and dropped

the hem of
her dress

and put her glasses on
and her eyes enlarged

and gazed at you
taking in

your unkempt hair
and school boy grin

and at that moment
as she stood stifling

her giggle with one
small hand

you sensed a love
you neither had before

nor could
in the light of day

and innocence of youth
quite understand.

poem by Terry Collett
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EVEnt Attained - Eve Entertained

The night before was dark and drear
the morrow darker would appear,
and yet, and yet, could shadows pass
when contest changes life at last?

The night before, spent, as I said,
from bed to dread from dread to bed,
clouds pillow-billowed overcast,
light overhead fled fleet and fast.

The night before, reared insincere
head ugly, no dream-future clear
could lighten load, elastoplast
afford my hide-bound mind’s repast.

The night before was long and wear,
as faulty as a salty tear, -
a tear tear followed, which aghast
grieves universe, Earth’s dearth surpassed.
by night to come that nowhere led,
no motive true to stay ahead,
as night before led from the past
to nowhere – horror scope forecast.

The night before’s forgot! Instead
to joy sublime time's rhyme chime’s wed,
to trophy rich which at long last
plays switch stitch lines, may from cold blast
defend end chill, will lend to head,
a heart resprung, soul whole, sheet spread.

Yet don’t forget such sharp contrast
between what followed and the past
so precious seems that outline here
might make Gods jealous, so we'll steer
from story few’d believe outclassed, -
leave each to judge through insight vast...

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Bugs Bunny! !

My honey bunny
Dunt be bugs bunny
Its matter of souls
Not a flare funny

The day I found ur soul
I was cherishd with love
Isn't it funny?
My bugs bunny!

Let's make it little better
Let's do it finer
Let s do it out of grinny
My honey bunny

Dunt be bugs bunny
Loves on mind
Peace in soul
Let's not make it funny
My honey bunny
Dunt b bugs bunny

poem by Somia Race
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Break Out - 0509 - Current Version

S[h]e's lived protected by strong walls Time's w[r]it
Let stand too long, pride's ride before fast fall,
Ignoring purposefully fact that all
Vain structures tumble, tumbril hypocrite.
EDict: Earth's dust dissolves shawls man would knit.
Protection serves slight purpose overall,
Respite cannot postpone the final call
Of fate, death's date sees puzzle pieces fit.
The time has come to quit false safety, split
Entrenched opinions, narrow minds and small,
Creation hindered, progress held in thrall.
Turn thoughts towards tomorrow, future lit,
Each step to freedom leaves fell past behind;
Destroying bias, locks, unlocks blind mind.

(1 December 2008)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Get It While You Can

You've got to get it while you can
Time and time we've gone no man
Tomorrow will become today
It's there to take it if you try
Everybody's having fun
So why be the one
Who's out in the cold
Don't let the future pass you by
Go ahead and give it a try
You've got to fight for number one
You see the story's just begun
Everybody's having fun
So why be the one
Who's got to be told
By the time you get to something
You'll see the writing on the wall
You're living in the land of maybe
Tomorrow never comes at all
From times remembered and the times in between
You'll find you're living your life in a dream

song performed by by 10 Cc
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Small Things Bother Me

He wore dark glasses I could not see his eyes
And the mirror to his soul he did disguise
He hid from the World his personality
Without the eyes a face you only see.

Perhaps his eyes from the bright sun he shade
The main reason why dark glasses are made
And though he lives nearby him I shall never get to know
As he wears dark glasses rain or sun shine or snow.

Any acknowledgement of me he never seems to show
And we pass each other by without saying hello
Through his dark glasses into my soul he peer
And he's still a stranger though to me he lives near.

Perhaps I'm small in ways and small things get to me
But it bothers me when others eyes I cannot see
Whether their eyes be blue, brown, green or grey who can say
As the mirror to their soul behind dark glasses hidden away.

I see him often though not every day
And his eyes behind dark glasses always hidden away
The mirror of his soul is well hidden from me,
Perhaps I'm small and small things bother me.

poem by Francis Duggan
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The Bloke Who Is Wearing Dark Glasses

The bloke who is wearing dark glasses his eyes from me hidden away
Yet the sun is not even shining it is quite an overcast day
In my direction he keeps staring and that sort of does bother me
Which to say the least feels quite perturbing since his hidden eyes I cannot see
To me he is a complete stranger one that I have not seen before
In my direction he keeps staring as he stands by the Super-store door
If I could see his eyes I'd feel happier I look on a face without eyes
On an overcast day his dark glasses the windows to his soul disguise
I feel uncomfortable in the presence of people wearing dark glasses why this should be I do wonder why
But their right for to wear the dark eyes shades one of them could never deny
But our eyes can tell us more about us than words of us ever can say
They can make you look kind and compassionate or cold hearted in a cold way
An unsmiling face wearing dark glasses from across the street stare at me
I do feel as one in discomfort when a face with hidden eyes I do see.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Jackie O

So you went to a party at Jacqualine Onassis
If you're so amart why don't you wear glasses
So you can see what you're doin' to me
So you can see what you're doin' to me
So you can see what tomorrow might bring
Underneath your breath you know I heard you cussin'
You were talkin' to my second cousin
Were you talkin' about me
Were you talkin' about me
You better put on your glasses so you can see
So you can see what tomorrow might bring
Can your daddy get us backstage passes
You know that we love to dance
Can your daddy give us backstage passes
With all his political power
With all his political power
It seems to me like you could dance better than you do
So you went to a party at Jacqualine Onassis
If you're so smart why don't you wear glasses
So you can see what the future might bring
So you can see what tomorrow might be

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Here Comes Tomorrow

Here comes tomorrow, the past is gone
The future has begun, it's goin' on and on
Here comes tomorrow, one step ahead
The future has begun, no time for feeling sad
Magic space, the game we play
Connected by the highway we meet every day
Realise, don't run away
We're livin' in the future all the way
As long as love exists
And miracles are missed
The world will be the same
Coming from no man's land
Where will the future end
It's just another game
Here comes tomorrow, top it till you drop it
No one can stop it, ticking like a bomb
Time is running fast, don't think about the past
Everywhere, the human race, is lost in space
Here comes the future, the past is gone
It's going up and down round and round on and on
Strong upon, till the break of dawn
Forget about sorrow, here comes tomorrow
Ruled by passivity, lost in endless liberty
Every time, every place, lost in space
High-speed machines not only in my dreams
It seems to be reality / reality
What about the face of humanity ?
What about the world insanity ?
Fantasy TV, welcome to the show
Down to number zero, here comes tomorrow
Physical or virtual, emotional or logical
The future, the point of no return
Now is the beginning of a brand-new era
We are close to enter the land of Utopia
Bits and bytes are getting faster and faster
My master leading to an overkill disaster
What about the face of humanity ?
What about the world insanity ?
Fast or slow, you know let it go
Forget about sorrow, here comes tomorrow

song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Never Surrender

Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Praying for the good times
So long to the bad times
Baby are you ready here we go!
Turn you up there's no limit
As long as you're in it
Give it all you got just let it show
Are you in for the fast ride
I'll take you out on the wildside
Are you in for the fast ride
Living life on the faultline
Are you in for the fast ride
I'll take you out on the wildside
Are you in for the fast ride
Do it, do it, you can do it
Never ever never ever surrender
Let all your dreams come true
Never ever never ever surrender
We will make it through
Never ever never ever surrender
If you want it too
It's all up to you, don't ever surrender!
Oh yeah - Never surrender
You've got the power
It's yours to devour
Go where you have never been before
Never stop when you're winning
It's only beginning
You don't have to fake it anymore
Are you in for the fast ride
I'll take you out on the wildside
Are you in for the fast ride
Living life on the faultline
Are you in for the fast ride
I'll take you out on the wildside
Are you in for the fast ride
Do it, do it, you can do it
Never ever never ever surrender
Let all your dreams come true
Never ever never ever surrender
We will make it through
Never ever never ever surrender
If you want it too
It's all up to you, don't ever surrender!
Never surrender!
Never surrender!
Do it, do it !
You can do it!
Never ever never ever surrender
Let all your dreams come true
Never ever never ever surrender
We will make it through
Never ever never ever surrender
If you want it too
It's all up to you, don't ever surrender!
You don't have to fake it anymore
You'll never surrender !

song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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The shining. For Tara.

It shines.
It shines from the new-born baby;
shines in the magic of birth.
It shines in first love;
in lasting love.
It shines in laughter,
in tears of sadness,
in tears of joy.
It shines in wisdom,
shines in goodness,
shines as beauty.
It shines in the held breath
of the peace of dawn about to break;
it shines in the stillness
of the hour of sunset.
It shines as life.

There is no limit to its shining
except the denying of it
and even then,
it shines

Since you know it so well,
does it need a name?
A name perhaps, to praise?

Nameless, known to all,
beyond all praise,
it shines.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Life Is Like A Book

Life is like a book
Written by Selvin ‘Ewan’ McRae

Life is like an open book
Can, t predict the future
Got to read between the lines
Absorbing the culture

Get ready for tomorrow

Life is love
Love can becomes hate
Hate can becomes sorrow
Review your past

Get ready for tomorrow

Flip the pages, turn the chapters
Grasp the contents, form your character
Decipher life’s journey and rule your destiny

Get ready for tomorrow

Slowly turn the pages
Don, t read too fast
Acknowledge the acknowledgements
Good friendship will last

Get ready for tomorrow

What you reap is what you sow
Don, t assume make sure to know
Erase dark memories,
Cherish those that glows

Get ready for tomorrow

poem by Selvin Mcrae
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When The Leaves Come Falling Down

I saw you standing with the wind and the rain in your face
And you were thinking bout the wisdom of the leaves and their grace
When the leaves come falling down
In september when the leaves, come falling down
And at night the moon is shining on a clear, cloudless sky
And when the evening shadows fall Ill be there by your side
When the leaves come falling down
In september when the leaves, come falling down
Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place beside the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space before the twilight and the dawn
Oh, the last time I saw paris in the streets, in the rain
And as I walk along the boulevards with you, once again
And the leaves come falling down
In september, when the leaves come falling down
Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place between the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space between the twilight and the dawn
And as Im looking at the colour of the leaves, in your hand
As were listening to chet baker on the beach, in the sand
When the leaves come falling down,
Woe in september, when the leaves come falling down
Oh when the leaves come falling down
Yeah in september when the leaves come falling down
When the leaves come falling down
In september, when the leaves come falling down
When the leaves come falling down in september, in the rain
When the leaves come falling down
When the leaves come falting down in september, in the rain
When the leaves come falling down

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Getting Rid Of Biases

the unexpected sometimes
happen

fragile glasses did not break
under extreme
pressure

those that we think
are solid enough finally
liquefied

the hottest air did not
make the balloon
fly away

sometimes we are wrong

whom we hate most
finally are those
who really love us
best

those with whom we trust
our love,
life, even the future that is the
only one left

since then
have betrayed us

some paths that we tread upon
where we draw
some dreams of heaven

the least we expected
brought us
perdition

so what is the point?

see what is there
do not adulterate it with what
you think of the
past

empty yourself
and fill in
what is raw and true

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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