Mined Visions
MINED VISIONS
Mind’s eye perceptive pierces through
An environment mundane,
Untrammelled rebounds, chromatic cue
Draws from echo source refrain.
Enhanced dimensions jump cold queue
Create sensations soul sought, knew
One harmony spins win/win gain.
Resplendent whole all parts retain.
Mind’s majestic vista view
Ad infinitum, goal attained,
Untethers timeless spirit to
Defy horizons, frontiers vain.
Exciting multicoloured hue
Combines to recombine anew
Old obstacles disdained,
Reviving hopes, soothes pain.
Multi-modal vision blue
Allies with orange, turquoise stain,
Ultra violet read green grew
Deep vibrating wave-bands, brain
Enchantment rediscovered, true
Correction for hoar stress and strain,
Overcoming acts askew,
Revealing fractal revels’ reign.
More visions fantastic curlicue
Amplify and entertain
Unbound osmosis overdue,
Delight which, rich, won’t ever wane
Each entity entire, eased pain,
Charm calms fears, hears voice tender, true
One all IS all, with nothing vain
Rued naught, love nurtures ‘we in you’.
Most vital, passions whirlwind through
Affection’s open avenue
Unite as one souls which seemed two,
Despise vain race most men pursue.
Enthusiastic avenue
Contradictions answers to
Offer flesh bloom, groom flesh debut.
Repudiate space/time traps too.
Magnetic mental rendezvous
Affords an opportunity
Unmet before, again none knew.
Desire whose flash fire Fate’s winds blew,
Emotion’s notions motions to
Crush any egotistic vein.
Outright refuses as taboo
Rules rigid, claw laws sovereign.
Mundanity of parvenue,
All those who needlessly complain,
Unlightly are to cue into
Delight that, dawn to counterpane,
Enlightens understanding true,
Creates shared energy none train
Or curb, divert from aim, subdue,
Retract or alter fusion.
Mid life’s harsh strife equation new
Adds two makes one. None need explain
Unique attachment none may feign.
Desert blossoms as love’s reign
Engenders Eden fruitful few
Could ever imagine, ever obtain.
Oasis instincts karmic knew
Replaces desert’s tempest train.
Mountains into molehills grew
As love’s call prospered, all seemed plain,
Unclouded and transparent, drew
Divinity that must remain
Essential as Earth’s daily dew,
Converting mortal cobweb chain
Of grey strands past, transforms dull hue.
Renascent incremental gain.
Most magic music, mirrored view
Amalgamates notes’ pitch pure strain
Unequalled in Earth’s reeled tatoo.
Doubts dispelled, fears quelled amain.
Enigmatic magma spew
Coagulates as diamond rain
Outside experience hitherto:
Real bliss kiss nothing can constrain.
10 February 2009
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Vision
Vision perceptive pierces through
Environment mundane,
Reaches out - chromatic cue,
Opens [re]sourced refrain.
New dimensions jump the queue
In harmony again,
Create sensations soul once knew
Amazed intact again.
Vistas gigantic offer view
Endless, each goal attain,
Revive a spirit timeless to
Old obstacles disdain.
No mono – multicoloured hue
In all IS all, - naught vain,
Combines and recombines anew
And music turns each strain.
Visions fantastic curlicue
Enchantment entertain, -
Response within long overdue,
Osmosis rich won’t wane
Nor suffocate the we in you
In egoistic vein.
Calm karmatic, tender, true
Allows equation new.
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Introductions 0167
Intelligence with instinct should unite,
Nor compromise, nor seek presumptious reign,
To speed-link poet to true fancy's flight.
Reject this rede, all industry is vain.
Outlaw all superficial sketches trite,
Draw joy if joy, if sad, etch inner pain.
Uncertainty can't humour or delight.
Create an atmosphere whose inky skein
Tight winds round reader, s[h]ifting wrong from right.
Ideas conveyed suggest in language plain
Outline he or she completes as write
New insights offers, no need to explain.
To this love's labour, harmony ensure,
Sonnet writes itself, and may endure.
If healthy symbiosis we sustain,
No effort should be spared, by day, by night.
Try to improve, not prove, harsh words soon wane.
Revise, resize, help reader see the light
Offer hints, instruct and entertain,
Draft and redraft, with care craft, brain finds flight,
Unleashed imagination, hidden lain,
Can rise from hibernation, latent quite
To share, prepare layer after layer, thus train
Inner evolution. Do not indict
Or censure pass, or censor soul's refrain,
Nor unduly influence outright.
Through form may free verse learn to grow true, show
Flow whose rich rhyming interplay may glow.
(18 January 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Single Syllable
Single syllable slowly penetrated. Rage
rejection harsh took time to register on brain
tormented, projecting resentment, sad refrain.
Anxieties snowballed. Unwilling to explain,
soul sought safety from public probe hurricane.
Abject private shame stressed search to disengage
from memory-trip, to strip surface masks, rampage
against injustice rank, which stank of inner pain.
Hurt heart hard lesson learned, would never try again
to share where trust betrayed from Time sought time to gain
a valid explanation, plausible, open, plain.
Life’s harsh experience ushered in a new age, -
an age of solitude. Sensitivity, in cage,
hung, drawn and quartered, mind withdrawn from contact vain,
osmosis empty dream, no leeway to obtain,
in limbo felt, could not a fair redressment gain.
Silently tears tumbled. One heard shunned love complain,
despondently to, with, shutters responding, page
helpless to turn, return, to lost oasis, gauge
a way clear from the pain, a way to rise again
unable to refrain from seeking to unchain
concern and anxiousness. Distress welled, swelled the strain,
which bullfrogged, leapfrogged, bloated, could not drain.
Muted echo transmuted from off to center stage,
railed against illusion-responses, mirage reflections sage.
Undigested insult spews out, vents rage,
as single syllable’s sentence remain...
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The Elusive New Zoo Gnu
They had a new gnu at the Zoo
And nobody knew.
Tho' the keeper, they say, had a clue;
And that's probably true,
Since he knew a new gnu was due,
And well he knew, too,
That the mother would hide it from view,
As a natural gnu
Will do.
For the instinct, innate in the gnu,
Known only to few
Is to hide a new gnu lest it rue
What ill-doers do.
Why should nature, we wonder, imbue
A beast like a gnu
With such caution? This fact, hitherto,
Few knew to be true.
Did you?
But they've found it at last at rhe Zoo -
Such a shy little gnu,
White of tail and the coat that it grew
Of indefinite hue.
And now, I suppose, a long queue
Will be waiting to view
This nice little new Zoo gnu.
Such sights ever drew
Quite a crew.
But who knew the new gnu at the Zoo
For the first day or two?
Who guessed where 'twas hidden, and who,
As new rumors flew,
Ever thought, ever dreamed ever drew
Some vague hint, or grew
Suspicious? Where was he? Who knew?
Not the crane, not the white cockatoo
Who ejaculates, 'How do you do?'
Not the apes all emblazoned in blue,
Not the owl with his dreary 'Too-woo!'
Nor tapir, nor tiger who slew
His prey 'mid the ginat bamboo
Once, back of Bengal, in Kooloo;
Not elephant, not kangaroo,
None knew; none knew;
Not aman, not a beast in the Zoo
From its hub to its furthrest purlieu . . .
But the new gnu knew.
Too true!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Prisma
Rainbows shine pure through spray
of drops, prismatic view
of multi-coloured hue
emerges from the grey.
What seem impressions true
tomorrow melt away.
Dawn's daily spider play
displays silk nets anew,
through diamond stranded dew
lights scintillate, breeze sway –
all things sing echo, clue
interpreting the Way.
Dew's sparkling interplay
between earth, water too,
empowers life; curfew
of night lifts, gifts relay
world’s waking wonder woo,
air slakes thirst, scorns delay.
Nature must convey
respect to dew as due,
for where its overdue
photosynthesis may
not from primaeval stew
evolve - for mammals too
no haemoglobulu.
Life offers [th]us each day
diversity where you
can rediscover new
its beauty on your way
to Paradise, - display
of nuances, each true.
So as we travel through
time’s complex interplay
perhaps impressions stay,
perhaps disperse into
new background bright and blue,
perhaps... but who can say?
How can links one mind drew
then be restated? Clay
may be remodelled, hay
cut neatly so a few
twin stems splice true, but who
may reproduce mind ray
unique of each soul’s s[t]ay?
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Prisma
As clouds contain a spray
of drops, prismatic view
of multi coloured hue
emerges from the grey.
What seem impressions true
tomorrow melt away.
As daily spiders play
their silken nets anew
through diamond stranded dew
light shines in every way –
so all is echo, clue
interpreting the Way.
Life offers [th]us each day
diversity where you
can rediscover new
its beauty on your way
to Paradise, - display
of nuances, each true.
So as we travel through
time’s complex interplay
perhaps impressions stay,
perhaps they melt into
a background bright and blue,
perhaps... but who can say?
How can links one mind drew
then be restated? Clay
can be remodelled, hay
cut neatly so a few
stems twins appear, but who
may reproduce mind ray
unique of each man’s s[t]ay?
12 September 1996
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ballade Of Truisms
Gold or silver, every day,
Dies to gray.
There are knots in every skein.
Hours of work and hours of play
Fade away
Into one immense Inane.
Shadow and substance, chaff and grain,
Are as vain
As the foam or as the spray.
Life goes crooning, faint and fain,
One refrain:
'If it could be always May!'
Though the earth be green and gay,
Though, they say,
Man the cup of heaven may drain;
Though, his little world to sway,
He display
Hoard on hoard of pith and brain:
Autumn brings a mist and rain
That constrain
Him and his to know decay,
Where undimmed the lights that wane
Would remain,
If it could be always May.
YEA, alas, must turn to NAY,
Flesh to clay.
Chance and Time are ever twain.
Men may scoff, and men may pray,
But they pay
Every pleasure with a pain.
Life may soar, and Fortune deign
To explain
Where her prizes hide and stay;
But we lack the lusty train
We should gain,
If it could be always May.
Envoy
Time, the pedagogue, his cane
Might retain,
But his charges all would stray
Truanting in every lane -
Jack with Jane -
If it could be always May.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Verse is Not Magic
Verse is not magic even though at times
as reader, writer surf together, cue
links through patterns shared, decoding clue,
enter into spirit of the rhymes.
Register chromatic tempting climbs
in/through spectral intensity, each hue
emotions keys no rainbow ever knew.
Voice finds expression, symphony sublime.
Although some stays unpolished ‘tis no crime
life recognizes where the spirit’s true,
empathy encouraging. How few
remain to shine beyond vain pantomime?
If letters can combine to stir the soul
each line threads through all parts, creates true whole...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Rain: A Song Of Peace
The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain-
Welcome, welcome, it cometh again;
It cometh with green to gladden the plain,
And to wake the sweets in the winding lane.
The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain,
It fills the flowers to their tiniest vein,
Till they rise from the sod whereon they had lain-
Ah, me! ah, me! like an army slain.
The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain,
Each drop is a link of a diamond chain
That unites the earth with its sin and its stain
To the radiant realm where God doth reign.
The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain,
Each drop is a tear not shed in vain,
Which the angels weep for the golden grain
All trodden to death on the gory plain;
For Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain,
Will waken the golden seeds again!
But, ah! what power will revive the slain,
Stark lying death over fair Lorraine?
'Twere better far, O beautiful Rain,
That you swelled the torrent and flooded the main;
And that Winter, with all his spectral train,
Alone lay camped on the icy plain.
For then, O Rain, O beautiful Rain,
The snow-flag of peace were unfurl'd again;
And the truce would be rung in each loud refrain
Of the blast replacing the bugle's strain.
Then welcome, welcome, beautiful Rain,
Thou bringest flowers to the parched-up plain;
Oh! for many a frenzied heart and brain,
Bring peace and love to the world again!
poem by Denis Florence MacCarthy
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Kind are her answers,
Kind are her answers,
But her performance keeps no day;
Breaks time, as dancers
From their own music when they stray.
All her free favours and smooth words,
Wing my hopes in vain.
O did ever voice so sweet but only feign?
Can true love yield such delay,
Converting joy to pain?
Lost is our freedom,
When we submit to women so:
Why do we need them
When, in their best they work our woe?
Can alter ends, by Fate prefixed.
O why is the good of man with evil mixed?
Never were days yet called two,
But one night went betwixt.
poem by Thomas Campion
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Emergency Exits - Acrostic Sonnet
In times of stress essential answers sought
Sudden surface in a subtle way.
Space and time dissolve, or interplay
Unconsciously until the flash is caught.
Enlightenment’s attained. Yet who may thought
Describe, synaptic, instant reflex-play
Embracing every aspect of life’s sway?
Split-second signals sent, received, rewrought,
Expand horizons, energize, consort,
Capture pictures which, translated, grey
Open up, disperse, may drive away.
Unlimited, our scope sets fears to naught.
Rise to each challenge with untrammelled mind,
Soar through massed cloudbanks, darkness leave behind.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lou, Sue and the church pew
Oh girl when i look at you
why is it you look so blue
are you waiting for a dream come true
are you searching for a clue
do you want to begin anew
in a time thats long overdue
fun times theres been a few
true happiness you never knew
you married a guy named Lou
it was a love that never grew
so you fooled around with a lover or two
even with a man you never knew
so you go to church and sit in a pew
you sat beside a girl named sue
turned out she knew lou too
seems you both share the same view
that brought you to this church pew
poem by Joseph Whelan
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Code Eye Still Codicil - 1906
No needle's eye for camel's head
accepts belongings from earth bed,
nor threads decode vain codicil
to concretize departed will.
When weep-sleep sunders living, dead,
there's no more time to look ahead,
no time to reminisce until
the cows come home, for time stands still.
Still, once this mortal clothing's shed,
one doubts if houri banquets spread,
one doubts red devils fear instill
with fire and brimstone overkill.
Eat, drink, be merry, butter bread,
is optimal advice instead
of words whose wisdom can't fulfill
all takers of life's doctored pill.
What may one leave when empty page
bears witness to closed curtain, stage
forever silent, echo dumb,
if not advice by rule of thumb.
But may advice, however sage,
e'er guarantee the living wage,
whatever's said whan all is done,
vain vein, pain, artery, plain numb?
Lie's and or truth to youth or age
subjective arguments engage,
while what's guaged right by old world's sum
is left behind by days to come.
Some lend support where others rage,
some freedoms feel to others cage,
poetic harmony stays mum
when taste is wasted, depth can't plumb.
As things were rarely they'll remain,
can't stay pure gospel free from stain,
as strange change waits upon mankind,
hallowed assumptions soon unwind.
New networks now rewire the brain,
replacing hard left logic's reign,
right brain relationships now mind
steer from traditions misaligned.
What leave which won't deceive or strain
ability to help some gain
an insight in the land of blind
for one-eyed king of any kind?
No easy answer may one train
attention on, win/win unfeigned:
we temporal displacement find
distorts perceptions left behind.
Therefore, when all is said and done,
few diamonds shine at end of run,
for some stay thrifty, others haste,
to substance set on road to waste.
One man's poison's one man's meat,
same tools give victory or defeat,
what one retains in shrine encased,
another treats as coin debased.
One prefers to learn, one feels
experience earned no vice conceals,
another's Janus double-faced
is found with confidence misplaced.
The only counsel sense may seem:
'Unto thyself stay true... and dream! '
(5 September 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Pegged At 21
Initiated,
Brain,
Remain,
Drain,
Plain,
Explain,
Again,
Chain,
Main,
Rain,
Disdain,
Complain,
Refrain,
Vain,
Pain,
Train,
Indicated;
But amended and pegged at 21! !
However, the level of your thoughts are like my sweet muse,
And i want to meet you at my residence in the land of my birth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Truth And Divine Love Rejected By The World
O love, of pure and heavenly birth!
O simple truth, scarce known on earth!
Whom men resist with stubborn will;
And, more perverse and daring still,
Smother and quench, with reasonings vain,
While error and deception reign.
Whence comes it, that, your power the same
As His on high from whence you came,
Ye rarely find a listening ear,
Or heart that makes you welcome here?—
Because ye bring reproach and pain,
Where'er ye visit, in your train.
The world is proud, and cannot bear
The scorn and calumny ye share;
The praise of men the mark they mean,
They fly the place where ye are seen;
Pure love, with scandal in the rear,
Suits not the vain; it costs too dear.
Then, let the price be what it may,
Though poor, I am prepared to pay;
Come shame, come sorrow; spite of tears,
Weakness, and heart–oppressing fears;
One soul, as least, shall not repine,
To give you room; come, reign in mine!
poem by William Cowper
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Separate Ways
Here we stand
Worlds apart, hearts broken in two, two, two
Sleepless nights
Losing ground
I'm reaching for you, you, you
Feelin' that it's gone
Can change your mind
If we can't go on
To survive the tide love divides
Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
How we touched
And went our separate ways
If he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
You know i still love you
Though we touched
And went our separate ways
Troubled times
Caught between confusions and pain, pain, pain
Distant eyes
Promises we made were in vain, vain, vain
If you must go, i wish you love
You'll never walk alone
Take care my love
Miss you love
(chorus twice)
I still love you girl
I really love you girl
And if he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
No, no
song performed by by Journey
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Hello Goodbye AP
HELLO GOODBYE A.P.
Has 'Chance' ever sought to undo
Events it engenders, whose aim
Links Cause and Effect, threads into
Life's wonder it treads till Time's claim
Opens onto dark void to ensue -
Goodbye to AP's passing fame!
Has maid caught swain’s thought to braid two
Ever one? What begun with acclaim
Leads to au revoir as all view
Lifted hand for departure, proclaim
Once need not be forever - 'tis true.
'Goodbye to AP! ' calls her name!
Has the rainbow bewitched him? Arched cue
Energizing emotions which flame
Like love's blaze to amaze through and through,
Light waves, soaring, stay never the same,
Ochre, green, turn, deep scarlet, bright blue.
Goodbye to AP features game!
His soul-song soft-strong would pursue
Elsewhere echoes profound, to our shame,
Laughter twinning Yin, Yang, spinning through
Lasting memories all should reframe,
Opportunities none should subdue.
Goodbye to AP she'd exclaim!
Heart explores other skies bright and blue,
Eliminates obstacles lame,
Like a spark which the dark lit - it knew
Lately motivations none may tame.
Overdue, old page turns towards new,
Goodbye to AP's rhyming flame!
Hence! calls finger, don’t linger, renew
Emotions whose motions enflame,
Late seems better than never to brew
Leaving potion, heed siren's refrain
Options nascent foreseen in its train:
Goodbye APing crew and Adieu!
17 July 2008
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20 October 2008
PATH TO FRESH PASTURES
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EMOTIONS WHOSE OCEANS NONE TAME
Has 'Chance' ever sought to undo
Events it engenders, whose aim
Links Cause and Effect, threads into
Eternity, treads till Time's claim
Null and void to all else is it drew -
Deriving from one star its fame.
Has maid caught thought cascade to braid two
Ever one? What begun with acclaim
Leads to tango intense, as both view
Ease, tease, pleasing as pair, there proclaim
Nature's harmony, - long overdue, -
Dissipating historical blame.
Has the rainbow bewitched her? arched cue
Energizing emotions which flame
Like love's blaze to amaze, - tonic, true, -
Ever magic, and never the same -
Now green and now scarlet, now blue -
Drawn to change, sweet exchange, play strange game.
Her soul-song soft-strong would pursue
Echo found so profound, soon became
Laughter twinning Yin and Yang spinning through
Enchantment’s enjoyment, rename
‘Now’ ‘forever’, Time cannot subdue,
Designing fine future few frame.
Heart flows lets love's arrow fly to
Eliminate obstacles lame,
Like a spark which the dark lit - it knew
Emotions whose oceans none tame.
Night burned bright, to light turned, earned a new
Departure for pastures green… Game?
Hence! calls finger, don’t linger, renew
Emotions whose motions enflame,
Late seems better than never to brew
Endeared peer to peering refrain -
Nascent empathy spread, in its train
Doubts dissolved, all cares solved, - what a coup!
Hither, thither, summations sweet flew,
Exploring encore’s ring - campaign
Lifting heart for fresh start, gladness grew
Entrancing, enhancing the same,
Neutral never she’d, clever, review
Dreams inspired, gleams entire seemed... Adieu!
18 December 1997
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HELLO GOODBYE A.P.
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PATH TO FRESH PASTURES
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Time and 'Chance' have combined to undo
Intense events bred bending flame
Through causal links threading into
Unexpected departure - Time's claim
Signals null and void all the past drew-
Tread turning one head its aim.
That regrets should cascade feelings blue
Is too sad, what begun with acclaim
To tangent spins onwards to view
Unexpected alternative frame
Showing path to fresh pastures, take cue
Totally independant of blame.
The future shows rainbow, glows too
Indicating new way, may proclaim
Tale trailblazing amazing and true,
Unhindered, life never the same -
Scarlets, greens, of harmonious hue -
Touching strange, exchange change for life's game.
Those who soul-song soft-strong would pursue
In new race found profound, to reclaim
Time lost at a cost paid by few.
Universal encouragements name
Success Time shall never subdue,
Trace team winning through twinning dreams new.
Thus hope flows, scope's arrow flies true,
Inhibiting obstacles lame
Transform to spark lighting dark through
Uncertainty, troubles may tame.
Song burns bright, to light turns, earned by few,
Triumphant tomorrows proclaim.
Tide turns, finger beckons, renew
Idylls ideal and rich which enflame
Those energies longing to brew
Unlimited open refrain -
Spreading positive thoughts in its train
To cares solve, doubts dissolve - what a coup!
Termination: rebirth should ensue,
Invitation to stimulate brain
Tingling heart for fresh start, gladness grew
Uniquely entrancing, the same,
Shall expand newfoundland to review
Theme inspired, gleam seems fired, so... Adieu!
20 October 2008
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17 July 2007
HELLO GOODBYE A.P.
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Hymn 22 part 2
Flesh and spirit.
Rom. 8:1
What vain desires and passions vain
Attend this mortal clay!
Oft have they pierced my soul with pain,
And drawn my heart astray.
How have I wandered from my God!
And, following sin and shame,
In this vile world of flesh and blood
Defiled my nobler frame!
For ever blessed be thy grace
That formed my soul anew,
And made it of a heav'n-born race,
Thy glory to pursue.
My spirit holds perpetual war,
And wrestles and complains;
But views the happy moment near
That shall dissolve its chains.
Cheerful in death I close my eyes
To part with every lust;
And charge my flesh, whene'er it rise,
To leave them in the dust.
My purer spirit shall not fear
To put this body on;
Its tempting powers no more are there,
Its lusts and passions gone!
poem by Isaac Watts
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I have a Dream
I have a dream, and you are its spring,
I have a ring and you are its finger
to offer a future where true love can linger
well into the winter of life, so I sing: -
every day, every way, share tenderness true.
Life has a scheme, and you are its reason
ring spinning win/win day in and day out,
minds meeting without hesitation or doubt,
from season to season osmosis agrees on
serenity, harmony, eyes linked, skies blue.
I have a dream, to open my heart,
two hearts combine, part of each each becomes,
never sundered apart, nor divided, a sum
to multiply joy, - let our summer now start: -
let us share love together, forever skies blue.
Life has a scheme, where we two may share
joy's voyage, scope, journey to Cape of Good Hope,
page turns, earns rainbow, learns to tenderly cope,
where bubbles - scares, troubles - dissolve in thin air,
where tenderness timeless unites me to you.
I have a dream, and you are its tune
violins and the moon, in love side by side,
on hope’s wings will we ride with no other beside,
with blossoms which bloom, braving storm and typhoon
we shall share love together, each day brings joy new.
Life has a scheme to play through the years,
where happiness hears far more than is spoken,
where trust answers trust, no promises broken,
affection awoken defeating false fears;
interwoven, our destinies know no adieu.
I have a dream where you are the sun,
true love has begun to burst into fire,
so I take up my lyre to string your desire –
all roses and cream, all winners, all’s won:
let us share love together, forever skies blue.
Life has a scheme, theme tune winning team
forever sings clear in harmony dear,
where both far and near the same may appear,
respect and esteem consecration supreme:
where each day adds to optimistic debut.
I have a dream where tenderness reigns,
where it never rains but to colour the rainbow,
we shall feel Cupid’s arrow, we’ll harvest who sow
seeds of love, we who care shall share joy, know no pains,
every day, every way, share tenderness new.
Life has a scheme where forever we rhyme
outside time, outside space where harsh world might intrude,
outside climb or disgrace, chase, ambition, fall, feud,
where winter seems short, spring's rebirth seems sublime,
felicity's favours afforded to few.
I have a dream, and you are its spring,
I have a ring and you are its finger
to offer a future where true love can linger
well into the winter of life, so I sing: -
every day, every way, share tenderness true.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mist Dismissed
Hope rune reads, deeds renew
true vision reaching through
mist myths, tunes time and place
outside imposed curfew,
restraints which block clear view,
discovers overview,
serenity and space.
Vast vista orange, blue
surpasses déjà vu,
deeds jaded joy erase.
Through intuition's clue
few challenge, none conspue,
line draw, find answers to
empower state of grace.
'Unto oneself stay true! '
flows naturally, on cue,
when 'Brave New World' we face.
Temptations one must rue,
defy, deny, subdue,
prepare just rendezvous
from Kent to Katmandu,
tomorrow's freedoms trace.
To fill hole darkness drew,
advance, direction new
seeds need to tap fresh base,
set doubts behind, review
trust in insight's flight. Who
would counter fate should do
what's needed to replace
uncertainties askew
crass ignorance which grew
through hesitance, disgrace.
Bid bluff, defeat, adieu
let principles, virtue,
encourage fresh debuts
eschewing actions base.
Dark phase ends, one, free, starts, hope turns to find
spark gaze sends sun, heart charts scope, learns true mind
© Jonathan Robin 2 August 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Of My Tears In The Rain!
Of my tears in the rain!
Since you left me lonely without a trace;
Chain, rain, train, strain, stain, vain, main, fain, Cain, gain, pain! !
However, it was not on the same level but,
The Sadness on my face shows it all.
Of my tears in the rain!
But, are you willing to know?
For, you were nowhere to be found;
Even though you promised me,
And now, who can justify this act of yours?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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