Nothing
As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
is thus to banish NOTHING then to scan
creation's vastness, joining man to man,
surmounting surface difference with zest.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Void, Noting Nothing
As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
is thus to banish NOTHING then to span
creation's vastness, scanning big bang's van,
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one thousandth dan,
to Time condensing on initial jest
when request and inquest converge in gest.
Atoms void avoid, spin tails till trail's lost, rest
contest, contestants, distance, über plan,
arresting surface difference with zest.
From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.
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(18 February 1995 revised 6 May 1995 slightly revised and retitled 28 August 2009)
As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
is thus to banish NOTHING then to span
creation's vastness, scanning big bang's van,
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one hundredth dan
to Time condensing on initial jest
when request and inquest converge in gest
and atoms spin their tails till come to rest
contest, contestants, distance, über plan,
surmounting surface difference with zest.
From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.
(18 February 1995 revised 6 May 1995 for previous version see below)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Noise and Equipoise
NOISE AND EQUIPOISE
Noise:
A signal the individual is unaware [s]he could decipher
Static is said to be noise,
'interference’ which often annoys,
yet the noise is not static
but code automatic,
sent by atoms which seek equipoise.
Here is there, where perception employs
perspicacity spurning poor ploys,
though zen trip's tip erratic
seems, dreams reel to vatic
conclusion aback zen tortoise.
Noise: an echo where energy toys
with a world whose half-life it destroys,
this while reader, ecstatic,
ventures smile enigmatic,
sees the light, - contradictions enjoys.
For 'pro', 'con', twins identical, boys,
maintain nothing's vain, on 'porpoise'
spins life's jest, though dramatic
it appears, scarce pragmatic,
sense intense may discover, reach poise.
31 May 1995 revised 6 May 2009
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Noise and Equipoise
Noise:
A signal the individual is unaware [s]he could decipher
Static is said to be noise,
‘interference’ which often annoys,
yet the noise is not static
but code automatic,
sent by atoms which seek equipoise...
Noise: an echo where energy toys
with a world whose half-life it destroys,
this while reader, ecstatic,
with a smile enigmatic,
sees the light, - contradictions enjoys...
31 May 1995
© Jonathan Robin
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Noting Nothing Not Knot, Ting, Gel, In Gelignite Ignite Night Nothing Noting
As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
is thus to banish NOTHING then to span
creation’s vastness, scanning big bang's van,
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one hundredth dan
to Time condensing on initial jest
when request and inquest converge in gest
and atoms spin their tails till come to rest
contest, contestants, distance, über plan,
surmounting surface difference with zest.
From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.
18 February 1995 revised 6 May 1995 previous title Not[h]ing retitled 28 August 2009
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Big Bang Jest Gest Second Guessed
Big Bang banned NOTHING as Creation's span
from cosmos chased dark vacuum. Uber plan,
figment fragment second-guessed,
sparked space displacement festive.
From chaos mess congestive -
stupendous test suggestive
of universal fractal fest
stimulated chance dance gest
of galaxies ignoring rest
to travel time as time began
creation's atomic also-ran.
Reality, Dreams, team in quest,
until East, West, tempestive
absorb North's South's protestive
poly dimensions restive.
till contestants request
inquest.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Falling
In dreams I was
Falling
But in reality I was
Leaping
In dreams I was
Crying
But in reality I was
Waiting
Is there a difference?
In dreams I was
Running
But in reality I was
Walking
In dreams I was
Dying
But in reality I was
Living,
Catching,
Helping,
But helpless,
Watching the earth die
Somnambulistic Sonnet
How strange, when sleep is scarce the dreams increase
with amplified intensity and strength
behind eyes bravely batting at the crease
we fill that space regardless of the length
Forgetting, when fatigue brings in the dawn
our memories and prophecies combine
to conjure up somnambulistic spawn
and motherlodes within the mental mine
The vividness of visions in such states
embeds them in our minds throughout the day
And so we banish logic, which dictates
sleep deprivation's target is dismay
Lest we confuse reality with dreams
can we be sure that all is as it seems?
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Never Given A Chance To Happen
It would have made a difference,
If those experienced and willing...
To volunteer their time,
To secure the cementing of foundations...
Were regarded as friends.
And not threats to suspect of wanting,
To flaunt special attention given.
It would have made a difference,
If those who had nothing...
Accepted someone with something to give,
As a benefit to the environment.
With an advantage for all.
Instead of someone to ignore...
Defaming with a smearing campaign,
In a hope to see them fall.
It would have made a difference,
To the ones who now...
Have surrounded themselves,
In surmounting conflicts...
Creating their mental and physical ailments.
It would have made a difference,
If mindsets were connected...
To a discipline respected.
It would have made a difference,
But that difference...
Was never given a chance to happen.
It would have made a difference,
If opportunities presented...
Were recognized.
It would have made the difference!
But it didn't!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God's Gift - Nature...........
When the beautiful morning comes
The rays of rising sun kiss her
When the garden of nature open its heart
The garden of flowers hugs her to welcome
When the trees dance to tune of wind
The birds singing to the nature's choir
When the gentleness of nature is filled pleasure
Then the earth get wet with weather
When the nature forgets its vastness
Then the God shows her how big her place on earth
Let us thank God for his creation and given us
eyes to see lovely gift - Nature
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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What a Difference Reality Makes
What a difference reality makes.
Those who once chased rainbows...
Have suddenly put on the brakes!
The fuel that assisted...
This bustle rushed with hope,
Has stopped many in their tracks...
As they receive the facts,
Of an impending big payback!
With hallucinating dreams...
That begin to clamp them in traps!
So it seems for them to be like that.
What a difference reality makes.
It had been easy to ignore,
The needs of those labelled poor.
Those hungry and homeless,
The greedy chose not to see...
Are now quite vivid reminders,
As eyes of those who chose to close them...
Now view this 'picture' with such clarity!
What a difference reality makes,
When the pain of others...
Descends without an escape.
And all that it took...
Was a look that was forced.
By the confronting of delusions...
On a misguided course introducing remorse.
And those chasing rainbows,
With a goal to hoard all the gold...
Now see themselves,
More foolish than anyone else.
And those they crushed with disrespect...
Walk over them who crawl bawling,
With a pride and dignity they always kept!
What a difference reality makes...
When respect for others,
Reveals a satisfaction...
Shown and brightened,
On a happy face that is not faked!
What a difference it makes...
When those are shakened from a sleep,
That awakes!
And that is the difference 'awakening' takes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It‘s not the same without you!
I view the world
With scales cascaded from my eyes,
Encapsulating scholarly wisdom pearls in monotonic oyster shells of thought
And hoist my kited sails of mystic fabric,
Into this vacuum sea called space.
It is the time
For setting forth on solar tidal wind,
Sling shooting off magnetic celestial rings and catapult towards my dreams
To kingdoms yet unseen.
Across the cosmic vastness
I heard white petals of a rose crash down,
Upon dark emerald satin sheets of silent secrets and mysterious desire
What siren draws me to this place?
Acute my senses focused
On fragrant fragment particles of light,
Full throttle acceleration drives my hunger to complete this epic journey
Into the arms I thought were lost.
poem by Phillip Gallant
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Vacuums
Nature abhors vacuum.
Neglects caused by ones
Are filled up by some.
Love denied by a man
Is supplied by some.
Nature abhors vacuum.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Madness
I stare into the vastness of the sky
And wonder: who am I, really?
Am I the perceived notions of the
Curious eyes encountered: a figment
Of their imagination or is it mine?
Is what I assess in my bedroom
Vanity mirror at night a phantom:
An image that exist only in my mind?
I feel like a Ken doll in Barbie’s world
Where an invisible force determines
My every movement except my mind:
A mental prisoner of the physical world.
Whose only salvation is to go insane
And leave this feigned reality plane.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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One who hates is a man holding a magnifying-glass, and when he hates someone, he knows precisely that person's surface, from the soles of his feet all the way up to each hair on the hated head.
quote by Hermann Broch
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We Know Little
As knowledge goes I have a long way to go
So little of life and of Nature I know
I have not grown wiser but I have grown gray
And the clock on my life it is ticking away
The praises of Nature so many do sing
But the vastness of Nature is a humbling thing
Even the great whales are small in the vastness of the sea
The World we live in seems enormous to me
Of why the birds and of how the plants grow
The more we learn of life and Nature the less we know we know
Of the World around us we've been learning since before we learned how to crawl
But we realize as we learn we know little at all
Of life and of Nature you may be old and gray
But you never stop learning until your last day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Log Blog
Seasons hot and cold conspire
together to perpetuate
a fire ice cycle whose attire
in trice turns bark to dark ash - fait
accompli by Dame Nature's lyre
whose runes tune life, strange change dictate.
No paradox. In town and shire
from dream of steam to solid state
all stays the same, though minds require
the wherewithal to integrate
four elements linked by fey wire
whose strange range can incorporate
life's fractal fantasy entire.
Sodden logs around the fire
soldier like await grate fate,
ramrod stiff and hourly drier,
fiery end anticipate.
Trees which bore for man's desire
timely fruit of goodly weight
are sawn stacked staves on suttee pyre
condemned to ash, rash fate berate,
cackle together, crackle choir.
What once bore blossom's stumpy gate.
In stead see hedgerows trim require
incessant training. Speculate
on human vanity, the sire
of most misfortune early, late.
Dust to dust both lust, desire,
first gust then rust disintegrate.
Men burn, but seldom calculate
their pulse iced, fated to expire,
past wealth their heirs swift dissipate,
their envy, anxiousness, and ire
all self consuming! Man and mate
earn little praise, soon merge with mire,
while in a circle congregate
wood logs around a winter fire.
Who seeks for answers must inquire
within, take time to contemplate
conundrum woven - truth and liar,
hot cold, earth air, fire ice restate
real dream reel, skip trip. Seller, buyer
are twins identical whose weight
depends on introspective gyre
like tree bark witness of Time's wait
on Time to circumnavigate
the contradictory crossfire
of surface assumptions which create
their own momentum, karmic tyre
around impressions which abate
as atoms realign. Ice, fire
reflect extremes intemperate.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest -
through Time condensing from initial jest -
is thus to banish contradictions, span
creation vast, past, present, big bang's van
till request and inquest converge in gest
arresting surface difference with zest
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one thousandth dan
Atoms avoid void, spin tails till trail's lost, rest
here contest, contestants, distance, uber plan,
From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.
Logs
Sodden logs around the fire
soldier like await their fate,
ramrod stiff and hourly drier,
fiery end anticipate.
Trees which bore for man's desire
timely fruit of goodly weight
are now sawn logs upon the pyre
condemned to ashes in the grate,
crackle together as a choir.
Where once they blossomed, now a gate
and hedgerow trim tending require, -
incessant training, - speculate
on human vanity, the sire
of most misfortune, soon or late.
Dust to dust both lust, desire,
must gust to dust, disintegrate.
Men burn, but seldom calculate
their time soon fated to expire,
their wealth they tend to dissipate,
their envy, anxiousness, and ire
all self consuming! Man and mate
earn little praise, soon merge with mire,
while in a circle congregate
wood logs around a winter fire.
(12 January 1993 revised 27 December 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Strange
Swimming down the road in the deep dark in search of
Something of my life suddenly surfacing out at the top of
The surface from me within inside looking out at me
A thing of very strange ……………………………….
It is neither in static nor in motion
It is in commonly uncommon condition.
It is not showing me the truth but it is surely not the lie
It doesn't allow me to live; it doesn't allow me to die,
It never became my own though it never left me alone
It is definitely not my enemy or foe but not becoming my friend.
Though it never loves to love me but it hates to hate
It is not the dark but never gives me the light
It is in a strange color not in common black, blue and white.
It is not the impossible but it does not have the possibility,
It is not an unreal but unable to come in reality,
It is not the ugly but embodied with the true beauty,
It is not in vacuum but filled with quantity and quality
It never blocks me but never shows me the path
It never quenches but always increases my thirst.
It is not the shadow of the light though it refuses to glow
It never remains the same but it does not change,
What is it? It must be nothing but purely strange.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Heaven
Heaven are you really there?
Are you an actual creation
That merits my fervent prayer,
Or a mere figment of my imagination?
As I scan the skies, I wonder what one day I'll find…
A supernatural place of magnanimous proportion?
That only a deity could have designed,
Or nothing more than religious extortion.
What is out there that may await me…
A fourth dimension of unlimited rewards?
Heaven help me; please don't bait me.
I beg you from down here in the midst of the hoards.
Until that moment arrives and I pass from this earth,
I will maximize all positive abilities I can employ.
I will love and truly live each moment with mirth,
Believing reward will be eternal happiness and joy.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The difference of natural talents in different men is, in reality, much less than we are aware of; and the very different genius which appears to distinguish men of different professions, when grown up to maturity, is not upon many occasions so much the cause as the effect of the division of labour. The difference between the most dissimilar characters, between a philosopher and a common street porter, for example, seems to arise not so much from nature as from habit, custom, and education. When they came into the world, and for the first six or eight years of their existence, they were perhaps very much alike, and neither their parents nor playfellows could perceive any remarkable difference...
quote by Adam Smith
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Haate
My voice hate you, hates you the way a child hates a bath
My muscles hate you
Every weight they lift is hate for you
My tears hate you
My guns hate you every shot is for you
My trumpet hates you every wrong note is for you
My grandma hates you
The needles in my arm on Fridays hate you
My Harleys rumble is hate for you
The stars in my eyes hate you
The superman sign on the board hates you
My cow boots hate you ever stomp they make is hate for you
My dancing hates you hates the way you look at me with your pretty blue eyes
My smile hates you
Have you ever wondered why the sun hides behind the clouds
It’s because of you
My toes hate you every time you step on them they scream at you
My books hate you the stories they hold are hate for you
My life hates you
My hate for you hates you
My love for you hates you
poem by Kaddie Jo Sigman
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I just love real characters, they're not pretentious, and every emotion is on the surface, they're regular working people. Their likes, their dislikes, their loves, their hates, their passions; they're all right there on the surface.
quote by David O. Russell
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Darkness Of Christ
Mankind in his insatiable search for divine
Knowledge has discarded all biblical teachings
Realizing that the strength of religion is the repression of knowledge
All structures of religion have collapsed
Life prays for death
in the wake of the horror of these revelations
It was never imagined how graphic the reality that would
be known as the end of creation
Would manifest itself
We believe all this chaos and atrocity can be traced
Back to one single event
We hold these truths to be painfully self-evident
All men are not created equal
Only the strong will prosper
Only the strong will conquer
Only in the darkness of Christ have I realized
God Hates Us All
song performed by by Slayer from God Hates Us All
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