Multi-Modal 'I Love because I Must! ' in response to Beth St. Clair Discovery
'Must! ' musty turns, 'might' fails if over time
Infatuation's blocked, love locked awry,
Nor can our best intentions answer why
Dust dust returns, why swifly ends life's rhyme.
One heart alone beats seizure unforeclosed,
Responds with sharing, caring, therefore needs
Hope's reinforcement, feeds affection's seeds
Extending rainbow bridge metamorphosed
As interpenetration stimulates
Reel danced by two beyond the end of days
To underscore whole more than parts may phrase.
Here multi-modal harmony creates
Enchantment which may stitch effect and cause,
Asks and receives, ignoring mortal laws.
(11 May 2008)
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Two Worlds
Like a dream, my life has gone past me
Taken so soon but love burns so true
Love never ending that shines like the stars in the sky
And I sing but so few can hear me
Words from the heart to set your souls free
Time has no distance deep in love
Know everything goes
Everyone knows theres something beyond us
There is a light believe me
Time turns into dust
Cry if you must
But love is the answer
Bringing two worlds together
Who can see the secrets that bind us?
Back to the earth til love rings so true
Eyes of compassion and tears of a deepening heart
I have seen the pain of a cruel world
And reached out a hand for suffering to ease
Bringing some comfort to the tears
Know everything goes
Everyone knows theres something beyond us
There is a light believe me
Time turns into dust
Cry if you must
But love is the answer
Bringing two worlds together into one
A mountain of flowers and the perfume
Floating so high
Hush and the stillness in a million minds
Know everything goes
Everyone knows theres something beyond us
There is a light believe me
Time turns into dust
Cry if you must
But love is the answer
Bringing two worlds together into one
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Seek Cause Effect History - His Story
'So let it be with Caesar' said dead bard,
Expressing an opinion that life's deeds -
Evil or good - are judged at diverse speeds,
Kneading Time's sift from swift climb to fall hard.
CAn pound of flesh be panned without blood, lard?
USE caution when you grade what fails, succeeds,
EFFECT and cause weave web veiled future seeds.
High today, tomorrow low may card
In retrospect be seen spleen's spiteful shard.
Some ill can catalyze much good, good leads
To hell through best intentions tension feeds,
Or fails against scaled feather, motives scarred.
Revealed beyond death's door scored good or ill
Yet what is life, stage page prompt, promptly still.
© Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet SEEK CAUSE/EFFECT HISTORY written 20 November 2008
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God’s Gifts to Man
One finger gone can make one look ugly;
One missing leg can make life so dreary;
One scar on face can ruin complexion;
One eye that’s blind can make life difficult.
A fractured bone makes rest, a misery;
A heart attack turns life so miserable;
A seizure illness needs life-time of drugs;
A diabetic may need ‘insulin-pricks’!
The body-organs God-given are great;
They work with harmony and precision;
We do not know their values until late;
No pump on earth can beat like natural heart.
From dust, God made man very brilliantly;
God’s love for man is almost infinite!
Is not the human body sacrosanct?
And yet, we do not rest our body-parts!
There’s nothing like the circadian rhythm;
Each cell has machinery adequate;
The genes control all metabolic acts;
The fetus is a miniature human!
So, hygiene is so important in life;
Some discipline is essential too;
Our habits must not cause much ‘wear and tear’;
We need both quality and long life-span.
The human mind and body are assets;
There is no wealth better than these on earth;
A healthy person lives with forbearance;
Firm faith in God is foremost need of life.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-11-2008
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Since I Met You 1051 Sandrine Bonnant after William Shakespeare Sonnet XI
Since I met you my eye is in my mind,
And all which makes me be, eat, sleep, or drink
Now functions, now suspended, partly blind,
Dares seeks to see, yet can't on others think,
Refusing to deliver to the heart
Images of bird, bloom, shape - none match!
No objects span attention's scan apart,
Enchantment when mind glimpse of you can catch.
Black's put to flight, as multi-coloured light
Overwhelms the senses lost to time,
Nirvana topsy turvy turns day, night,
Naturally flows through sonnet rhyme.
As lost for words to praise, I lose my way
To you mind turns, returns, with you would stay.
(13 November 2004)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Love Creates
Love creates mysterious things,
Love creates beautiful expressions,
Love creates everything we need,
Love creates without a thought :)
Love creates no thinking mind,
Love expresses from hearts,
Love comes through effortlessly,
Love becomes the place we share :)
Love is our greatest gift,
Love shares our hearts as one,
Love is creation and our intentions,
Love knows our beauty without pretending :)
Love creates ABUNDANCE always,
LOVE CREATES OUR INTENTIONS,
Love creates our endless wants regardless,
Love is our self expression SHARED :)
poem by Paul Jensen Jr
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The Heart
The heart does not know right or wrong.
It only knows how it feels.
It's oblivious to the demands of society.
For at the altar of love it kneels.
It suppliantly asks for what it needs
and responds on every day
with rushing beats or soothing calm
when love has come its way.
And so dear heart that beats in me
I act upon your will.
I defy anything or anyone
that tries to keep you still.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Music Keys Muse
Music offers key that may unlock
emotions’ tides which wash wide, far beyond
life’s toil and troubles, act as magic wand
ending Time’s hold on Man’s internal clock
where fresh horizons future fair unblock.
Enchantment uninhibited, true bond,
links heart to heart as each to each responds
as agent free to answer Chance’s knock.
Music’s magic, shared, must distance mock,
exchanging tone-true notes, souls correspond,
unleashing feelings, sound profound and fond,
resplendent rainbow unwrecked by Time’s rock.
Love’s lighthouse beacon crowned with music may
illuminate, each season sweet as May.
19 September 2005 revisedd 10 April 2008
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Shall Return
It will be changed in the twinkling of an eye!
For His Laws are not kept by us;
And the world surfers from the curses of sin! !
Soot, smoke, dust;
We are unto dust and unto dust we shall return!
But love your heart so that you can do what you love,
For peace is better than war.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Banaba Leaf
this banaba leaf falls from its branch
a child gathers it
and hands it to me
and i keep it
on top of my study
each day i look at it
like it is something so different
from the rest of the leaves
time shrinks it
time browns it
until its cells begin
to show its veins
until it turns to thread
crumpled pieces
until it turns to dust
until it becomes like the sands
of the shore
nothing lasts
in such a short time
the leaf returns to ash
on its last day
i gather what remains are there
on my palm
outside i sprinkle the leaf that
returns to dust
to air back to the empty space
back to the nothingness
our place of final destination
the world is hungry for this
dusts and sands
death to everything living
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Homecoming
Homecoming
I had traveled long and far before getting home,
and it was a beautiful spring day when I arrived.
The air in the flat smelt of neglect, the dust of
memories covered family pictures. “those where
the days my love.” A phrase from a recent song
murmured on my lips. I half turned by the door
wanted to run away again only this time I had
nowhere to go my journey over.
Agonizing silence a never ending Om, I got to do
something, opened the blinds to the door out to
the terrace and up from a flowerpot of dry soil…
and two small eggs flew a pigeon. Wonder and
new hope. If a meek bird could find a home here
so could I; of course for now the terrace was out
of bound. Slowly, ghosts of past misery vanished
as ancient dust danced in a halo of sunlight.
,
poem by Oskar Hansen
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What's IN and What AINT Cool
To be considerate of others.
That's IN.
To be disrespectful on a daily basis?
That AINT cool.
Being there and caring with empathy expressed.
That's IN.
Self-centered people feeding greedy needs?
That AINT cool.
Calling someone or emailing, texting...
Or downloading a picture to send via computer.
That's IN.
Jealousy, envy, backstabbing...
And character assassinations?
That AINT cool.
In fact,
All that crap should be frozen!
What's IN and What AINT Cool,
Should be analyzed...
For the picking up of the good,
And the ditching that which is bad.
With a skipping over to a chapter of life,
That is lived for the harmony and joy of it!
What's IN and What AINT Cool?
Step and glide to the right side,
With the getting over of yourself.
Dry weepy eyes,
And leap into the light of a new dawn!
That's what's happening.
That's what's going on.
That's what's UP.
Leave that Down stuff on the ground,
And move!
Get up off your BUTT.
You 'feel' me?
You oughta.
Doin-The Sad Is My Life-Woe Is Me Shuffle,
Should be buckled up and muffled.
Locked to be blocked and stored to rust.
And blown away when it turns to dust.
Shutting lips with movement.
Now that's what's Hip.
You got it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Infatuation
(r. stewart / d. hitchings / r. robinson)
Early in the morning I cant sleep
I cant work and I cant eat
Ive been drunk all day, cant concentrate
Maybe Im making a big mistake
Caught me down like a killer shark
Its like a railroad running right through my heart
Jekyll and hyde the way I behave
Feel like Im running on an empty gauge
Oh no not again
It hurts so good
I dont understand
Infatuation
Infatuation
Infatuation
Infatuation
Heart beats silly like a big bass drum
Losing all equilibrium
Its so hard in the middle of the week
Maybe this womans just all I need
Oh no not again
It hurts so good
I dont understand
Infatuation
Infatuation
Infatuation
Infatuation
fatuate me baby
Spirits soar when Im by her side
She put a little love in this heart of mine
Maybe Im lucky, maybe Im freed
Maybe this womans just all I need
Oh no not again
It hurts so good
I dont understand
Infatuation
Infatuation
Infatuation
Infatuation
Rev it up
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Riddle my Riddle Dear Watson
My first of four now hard, now soft appears,
sometimes it slakes, sometimes pours lakes of tears,
unmoved before, thaws, mists, then disappears,
descent rise follows, reign change engineers.
My second spins around as satellite
and from land's end scans out to see the light,
used dust to dust through dust returns to write
detailed tale of Man's mistaken might.
My third flaws all resisting flaming cause,
assures few doors contain engulfing maws,
sucks air it draws, earth scorched ignoring pause,
consuming trees, birds, bees, rooms, tombs, stores, floors.
My fourth blows forth to North, South, East and West,
arrested never, almost always blessed
unless its zest unrest spreads, topples nest,
destiny's quest jest crests at its behest.
My four withdrawn no earthly life could thrive,
when two are absent few remain alive.
Here ends this riddle's ride, henceforward strive
to decode band, drive four in hand, contrive
to draw conclusions for life's daily page
where poise and equipoise no war need wage
against a world where balance rules each age
from first bawl to last curtain call's ghast stage.
[c] Jonathan Robin robi3_1767_robi3_0000 XXX_ENZ 17 June 2008 revised 22 August 2009
Riddle my Riddle Dear Watson
My first of four now hard, now soft appears,
A part of whole which then may move to tears,
Unmoved before, in mist it disappears,
DEscent rise follows, changes engineers.
My second spins around as satellite
And from land's end scans out to see the light,
Used dust to dust through dust returns to write
DEtailed tale of Man's mistaken might.
My third flaws all that fights its flowing cause,
Assures no pause resists engulfing maws,
Unstintingly draws air without a pause
DEvouring trees, sweet honey bees, and floors.
My fourth blows forth to North, South, East and West,
Arrested never, almost always blessed.
Unless its zest unrest spreads, topples nest,
DEstiny is blessed at its behest.
My all spells one whose parts all four include,
And from those parts four further draws fair brood.
Up past, fast forwards by fell Time pursued.
DEpend on it: soon ends rhymed interlude.
My four withdrawn no further four could thrive,
And if one's absent few'd remain alive,
Understanding double riddle, strive
DEcode both four in hand, at hand, band drive.
... et l'aimant erre cher... What's on?
[c] Jonathan Robin robi3_1767_robi3_0000 AXX_LNX 17 June 2008
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Dust
(I'm not trying to make this thing rhyme
But, at the same time,
A little interlude like this
Is not amiss).
We interviewed a Mayor and asked gently, 'Dost
Think, my lord, that thy great city is a pleasant place wherein to dwell? For, if
not, why not?' And he answered, 'Dust!'
Just,
'Dust!'
He seemed perturbed. Something was on his mind. He could not talk. He could not
say one word excepting
Just
'Dust!'
We fear that the interview was a bit of a frost. We wanted to ask him all sort of
things about markets, and the letting of the Town Hall, and jay-walking
regulations; but all he would answer was just
'DUST!!!'
And when outside into the street we went
We knew just
What he meant.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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You Know That I Love You
Yesterday I was alone and Blue
My heart was heavy and then came you
Oh I can see that you were meant for me
Now I have found you, I'll never let you go
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
Many lovers they come and go
But your sweet loving lingers on and on
Oh I can feel, that this time it's for real
So hold me closer, and never let me go
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
Well your sweet love is all I need
Without you I just can't go on
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
I'll be happy with you for the rest of my life
I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
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Dust to Dust We Go
DUST TO DUST WE GO
Dawn saw fame borne away to flame no more
Undone our time, light's boon, for dust bests fun -
Sun's one hour rhyme, - night's soon sure, rust rests run.
Torn core, aims shorn, waylays true name so poor.
Thorn store shames born day's plays, few claim crow - chore
Once spun power mimes fight, loon scores crust, jest done.
Dunce - shun tower chimes' rite, noon whores' lust, gest stun.
Unpure frame, worn, frays, pays - too tame, shows flaw.
Scorn pour, lame mourn, praise phase new, game grows bore,
Turns tunnel dower, limelight’s floor just crest dun.
Won shone flower rimes, trite croon caw bust, Quest? none!
End: forlorn blame gaze stays acclaim, slows roar.
Glory for soul, some say life sends gold key,
Or we poor, sole, dumb pray strife ends, goal flee.
28 April 2009 Acrostic Sonnet DUST TO DUST WE GO
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NOTES:
Rhyme ABBA ABBA ABBA CC
most syllables in A lines rhyme with corresponding syllables in other A lines
most syllables in B lines rhyme with corresponding syllables in other B lines
final couplet all syllables rhyme
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As Life is Mirage - Acrostic Sonnet
As dusk to dawn succeeds, so death to birth,
Swift arcs the arrow, with the ark of man,
Lost on Time’s sea, while his allotted span
Is soon forgotten, dry-docked, - narrow berth.
For dust to dust returns, earth turns to earth;
Each sickled moon a sickly herald, wan,
Is witness to impermanence. The plan
Spins to Fate’s farce fast ending. Light and mirth
Must fade or jade before they prove their worth.
In earnest, blazing brightly, nothing can
Remain eternal, beacon Hope can’t scan,
And flame as ‘fixèd mark’ – and so its dearth,
Ghost mirage, mocks love’s life and locks life’s love -
End is in sight, flight spent, expressed above.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Infatuation
Plan for your leisure
Through the long cool night
That sleeps into day
Gave you part of my paradise
But then you locked me up and flattened the key
How much more can I give you?
All my love is not enough
Dont look back
It never seems the same again, oh no!
Infatuation!
Infatuation!
Taste of the moment
Love on rocks you always mix it so well
Lap it up, just like your new found good boy
Pat my head so Ill never tell
How much more can I give you?
All my love is not enough
Dont look back
It never seems the same again, oh no!
Infatuation!
Infatuation!
Heart made to measure
Lose the thread just when Im taking it in
Heads or tails, youre such a gamble
Now its finished dont you start up again
How much more have I to give you?
Is my love just not enough?
Dont look back, it never seems the same again, oh no!
Infatuation!
Infatuation!
song performed by by Haircut 100
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Heart and Mind 1646
Heart and mind at different speeds
Ever run as women, men,
Affirm priorities and then
Regret few key to cue which feeds
The codes which fundamental needs
Are held to emphasize, and when
No harmony is found again,
Despair can teardropp worry beads
Make moist, who'll hoist hurt's broken reeds?
Ideas, emotions poets pen,
No common ground can find till zen
Drives self from self and true peace seeds.
Here ends this sonnet's speeding theme,
Muse turns attention to hope's dream.
The title seems so vital for each soul
alive should strive for principles not sit
as silent witness on the fence where wit
is wanting, wanting flame, name, aim or goal
or fickle fortune's hostage swallowed whole
as time absorbs most rhyme when limelight spit
finds other food to roast as life we quit.
The voice for choice should sound not squeak as mole
in tunnels dark, marked only by bite bit
emergent, soon submerged, which can't transmit
the truth, if truth exists, but begging bowl
hands out for mirror money which Time's glass
in passing soon effaces from life's grass.
(5 July 2007)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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MUSTY WOMEN...by Talile Ali
I SURE DO LOVE ME SOME
MUSTY WOMEN
TIE ME UP AND
DUST ME WOMEN
DON'T WANT NO GRANDMA'S
THO THERE ARE THOSE WHO DO
JUST WANT TO MAKE SOME LOVIN
TO SOMEONE NOT TOO DAMN OLD TO WOO
I DIG MUSTY WOMEN
AS THEY WORK OR PLAY
I LIKE MY MUSTY WOMEN
EVERY NIGHT, EVERY DAY
DOWN AT THE BEACH
BAKING IN THE SUN
WANNA PICK THEM UP
AND HAVE SOME FUN
I HAVE A NEED TO BE RECOGNIZED
BY THE SOME OF THOSE LIPS
AND THE SHAPE OF THOSE THIGHS
COME AND DANCE WITH ME AND ABANDON THOSE TIES
HERE I AM
LET ME COME TO YOU HERE
TO YOU, MUSTY BABES
GIVE YOU SOME OR MY CHEER
AT THE OFFICE
IN THE HALL
KEEP ME LEAD YOU
AS YOU SCRAWL
SOMETHING STICKY
OH SO ITCHY
MUSTY WOMEN DO IT ALL
AS WE EMBRACE THEIR ALL
DANCE AND SWING AND MAKE A TUSSLE
WIGGLING AND JIGGLING AND DOING MORE THAN A COUPLE
HAVING TO STEAL A LITTLE HERE AND A LITTLE THERE
FUN TO BE NAKED AND DOING IT, I SWEAR
OH MY GOODNESS
I AM A MESS
MUSTY WOMEN
AND GARGANTUAN BREAST
I CONFESS
I'M A MESS OVER
BUSTY, CRUSTY, NEVER TO DUSTY
LUSTY, MUSTY WOMEN
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