Over the Hill - Barrack Room Ballad
Of mice and men, on overbearing pride,
Views differ until time takes time to show
Events' and causes' hidden secret side,
Revealing how success slipped from grasped bow
Turning 'what might have been' from present tense,
Hence future futile, prospects far too narrow,
Exit by bear pursued, outrage intense,
Hurt undermining heart, brain, nerves, bone marrow.
If arrogance could call the shots at three,
Life might have been more clement, Hill on Hill,
Link Whitehouse phone to an emergency
AND challenge fraught fought, thought to fit the 'Bill'.
'FAR from the madding crowd's ignoble strife'
AWAY hillbill_lies fade, both man and wife.
One's not surprised by primary results
Vision's more than fistful cents, sense squandered,
Evidently some preferred insults,
Refused key choices as attention wandered.
This conduct compromised democracy
Held up as constituitionally enshrined,
Extrapolated to presidency
Heralded potential double bind
If ways of campaign conduct were extended,
Leaving power to top-down control,
Little space might have been left defended
AND independance stricken from the role.
FAR from ideal Obama seems, yet he
AWAY from lobbies dreams, - not Hilary!
[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnets 'over the hill and far away' written 17 June 2008
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Rise Through Regrets
This jaded world from role reversal reels,
Harsh judgement passes on deceptions deep.
Exit by bear pursued few locks will keep -
Door closed and shuttered windows soon reveals
Only introspection spirit seals
On dust of love’s rejection which can't weep.
Remorseless fate exacts a price too steep.
Rise through regrets, for surface storm conceals
Events which Cause/Effect invents, spins wheels
Mind's reasons, blind, may challenge, worries sweep,
Offering chance advance, to help heart reap
Victory and tune to future's peal.
Edition new heals smart, stamps vis[t]a’s start.
Dream themes unreels, hope's schemes successful chart.
© Jonathan Robin – acrostic sonnet written 28 December 2006 The Door Removed - revised 20 October 2008 for previous version see below
This world above from role reversing reels,
Harsh judgement passes on deceptions deep.
Exit by bear pursued few locks will keep -
Door closed and shuttered windows soon reveals
Only introspection which must weep
On dust of love’s rejection past. We feel
Remorseless fate exacts a price too steep.
Rise through regrets which may disguise surprise
Events which Cause/Effect invents to try
Most patience, represent in other guise
Other guy’s advance to Chance defy.
Vain complaint when heart new part may chart,
EDition true heals smart, stamps vis[t]a’s fresher start.
© Jonathan Robin – acrostic sonnet written 28 December 2006 The Door Removed
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Taste Life's Perfume with incense kindled at the Muse's flame - Modus Vivendi
Mind bright is masked by magic, vibrant charm,
awareness keen seeks change of scene, sea change.
Unique potential seeds extensive range,
dreams space, needs time, autonomy, finds calm
extracting from life's vigour soothing balm.
Modus vivendi ventures, tests exchange,
authenticity attains, where naught seems strange,
undaunted by life's challenges, spurns qualms,
detects through radar all who might do harm
eliminating those unworthy who
mock trust, too often are unable to
add without taking more, threats to disarm.
Undeterred, rise 'far from madding crowd'
determine choice, voice deepest thoughts aloud.
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 16 April 2008 revised 20 May 2008 for previous version see below
'Maude Us Vivendi'
Magic smile masks mind behind the charm
Always aware, observant, seeking change.
Unique talents need extensive range
Dream of space, autonomy and calm
Extracting from life's vigour soothing balm.
Modus vivendi often finds it strange
As few attain an authentic exchange.
Undaunted, though, her intuition's arm
Detects by radar all who might do harm
Eliminating those unworthy who
Mock trust, and often are unable to
Add without taking more. These she'd disarm
Undeterred, far from the crowd she'd rise
DEtermined to win through to joyous skies...
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 16 April 2008
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Climb That Hill
Something threw me in the dirt
Kinda got my feelings hurt
We was burnin somewhere down the wind
I had to get up and climb that hill again
Little lucys such a doll
Like to climb her garden wall
But she only sees me as a friend
I got to get up and climb that hill again
I gotta bury my pride, drag this line
Over that hill one more time
Gotta get up in the morning, make my way
Over that hill again
I gotta bury my pride, drag this line
Over that hill one more time
Gotta get up in the morning, make my way
Over that hill again
Tempers flare and the words are spoken
You close one door and another opens
You hear the music and youre wondering
You got to get up and climb that hill
Get up and climb that hill
You got to get up and climb that hill again
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Alone
A phone that seldom rings, or never,
Sounds like a life-line coiled, unused,
A link to light that stands accused,
Left hanging in the never-never.
Life is so short, so soon to sever,
A call can save, and one refused
Leaves empty heart, and mind bemused
Or all at sea. However clever
No diver plunges who would ever
Enthuse or feel the least amused
If, once he sank, trust was abused: -
Cut lines for reason whatsoever!
Remember then the friendly call
You make can take no time at all.
Acrostic sonnet and previous title As All Alone I Cry
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(3 January 1991 revised 5 October 2006)
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Crowd Control
Listen now I'm talking
I've been for weeks
Waiting in this growing crowd
Staring at my feet
The world around mes turning
I'm just standing still
The time has come for changes
Do something or I will
I'm a feather in a storm
I'm a raindrop in the sea
If I dont get enough of you
I'm a lighter shade of me
Sisters, brothers all around you
There's a devil in the crowd
Meet his eye and it's the end of time
If you're praying don't be loud
It's crowded in the lowlands
But the fools stay on the hill
You control us now
You have the reins
Do something or we will
So show us why we came here
Before we lay on the ground
Give it to us loud and clear
Make the devil turn around
The world around me's turning
I'm just standing still
The time has come for changes
Do something or I will
It's crowded in the lowlands
But the fools stay on the hill
You control us now
You have the reins
Do something or we will
So show us why we came here
Before we lay on the ground
Give it to us loud and clear
Make the devil turn around
The world around me's turning
I'm just standing still
The time has come for changes
Do something or I will
The time has come for changes
do something or I will
The time has come for changes
Do something or I will
song performed by by Phish
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Parody
Parody in playful way displays
Appropriation of intents, sense, form,
Reversing roles while wearing uniform,
Or, ‘armed against a sea of troubles’ weighs
Defiance ‘gainst a double’s narrow gaze
Yet inner truth respects whatever norm
Perpetuates crowd loud whose rowdy storm
As waves upon life’s sea Time must erase.
Replay, revision, rhythmic interplays,
Original outshines, - wise words transform
Dull into fun, blind minds undone, cold, warm,
Yet still informing, never still each phrase.
Post scriptum’s rhyming couplet we adjoin
So Parody should never sign ‘purloin’!
[c) Jonathan Robin robi3_1299 acrostic sonnet written 25 January 2007
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Challenge Calls
Across Time’s wild uncharted seas
Challenge calls to innocence -
refusing safety on the fence -
acknowledging that time is breeze
vagrant and that each must seize
the moment when intelligence
cannot itself prevail through sense
too narrow, predefined decrees.
Through door unlocked, no need for keys.
Leave past regrets and vain expense
through calm, discover future tense
vibrating with tuned harmonies
which may combine both hopes and dreams,
choke compromise in its own schemes...
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Once more unto the [B]Reach, Dear Friends
Once more extend your reach, fair friend, revise!
None who on laurels stand can raise praised bay,
Charm birds from trees however hard pen tries,
Enraptured, keep time's creeping lines at bay.
Moreover meaning may with each revision
Open more windows, clearer writer link
Reader who shows often indecision,
Ease seeks through white write black and blue true [th]ink.
Unto the breach once more, make mind outreach,
Nuances shading, fading froth away,
Turning potter's wheel words' clay to teach
Oncoming generations of their Way.
THE gem, once polished, one more chance deserves,
REACH out, revise, streamline rhyme's sinews, curves.
[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet ONCE MORE UNTO THE REACH written 8 June 2008 robi3_1390_robi3_0000 AWX_IXX
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You Gave Me A Mountain
(words & music by marty robbins)
Born in the heat of the desert
My mother died giving me life
Deprived of the love of a father
Blamed for the loss of his wife
You know lord Ive been in a prison
For something that I never done
Its been one hill after another
Ive climbed them all one by one
But this time, lord you gave me a mountain
A mountain you know I may never climb
It isnt just a hill any longer
You gave me a mountain this time
My woman got tired of heartaches
Tired of the grief and the strife
So tired of working for nothing
Just tired of being my wife
She took my one ray of sunshine
She took my pride and my joy
She took my reason for living
She took my small baby boy
But this time, lord you gave me a mountain
A mountain you know I may never climb
It isnt just a hill any longer
You gave me a mountain this time
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Find Focus 1728
Few self-selected boundaries secure
success against distortions. Envy, greed
may undermine intentions fine, immure
great goals from circumspection's jesses freed.
Need's great when limits grate, for cynosure.
Where moderation frets, ambitions feed
appetites which waste, haste immature,
potential spendthrift squandered. To succeed,
spurn sinecure, forthrightness fair ensure,
refusing pride's possession, purblind lead
feeding views subjective, premature.
Find focus as unbiased instincts guide.
Way's narrow, high's temptation's signing fee
between the devil and the deep blue sea.
(11 April 2008)
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Time Trap
Juxtaposition in an active mind:
unstretched potential and a spirit free
seek space to taste then test eternity,
leaving wasted years far, far behind.
Intense the need for speed, choice voice must find,
before too late, - an opportunity
tuned to new horizons’ patterned key.
Before too late... life its own double bind
sees night light follow as Time’s skeins unwind,
as most is swallowed, soon forgotten, - we,
today ahead, tomorrow sped, can’t flee
Nature’s mortal paradox designed.
Whether open, closed, the intellect
self justifies through merge-urge to project...
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3 Legs
Well when I walk, when I walk
On my horse upon the hill (when I walk the horse upon a hill)
Well when I walk, walk walk walk
On my horse upon the hill (when I walk the horse upon a hill)
And I lay me down
Will my lover love me still
A dog is here, (a dog is here), a dog is there (a dog is there)
My dog he got three leg
But he cant run
Well when I thought, well I thought
When I thought you was my friend (when I thought I could call you my friend)
When I thought, when I thought
When I thought you was my friend (when I thought I could call you my friend)
But you laid me down, put my heart around the bend
A fly flies in (a fly flies in), a fly flies out (a fly flies out)
Most flies they got three leg, but mine got one.
Well when I fly when I fly when I fly,when I fly above the cloud
(when I fly above the man in the crowd)
Well when I fly when I fly when I fly,when I fly above the crowd
(when I fly above the man in the crowd)
You can knock me down with a feather, yes you could
But you know its not allowed (but you know its not allowed)
A dog is here, (a dog is here), a dog is there (a dog is there)
My dog he got three leg
But he cant run
My dog he got three leg
Your dog he got none
My dog he got three leg
Your dog he got none
My dog he got three leg
Your dog he got none
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Responsum to All my days are trances
A las the dream askance is
N or is Life what it seems,
A s swift pass all Time’s chances -
N ow here, now gone, - Man’s schemes
S mile once! Ephemeral glances
WER e spent on empty dreams!
© Jonathan Robin acrostic parody written 26 June 1996 Parody Responsum to All my days are trances
All my days are trances
And all my days are trances
and all my nightly dreams
are where thy dark eye glances
and where they footstep gleams
by what ethereal dances
in what eternal streams...
Author Unknown
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What A Ride
Present life can be one big ride, but, in my life God is glorified,
As The Lord guides me through, times and places He foreknew,
Times He ordered in my life, in that I could lean on Jesus Christ,
While God leads me from above, all through this ride I speak of.
My ride has valleys and hills, but lacking an amusement’s thrills,
For although each hill was high, at times they’d bring just a sigh,
Although at times it brought relief, time on the hill was only brief,
With yet another valley in view, that time was short, this we knew.
For on this ride I wasn’t alone, the experience wasn’t just my own,
Along with me in this ride of life, was a God provided loving wife,
By my side in the good and bad, a comfort when times were sad,
Comforted, not only by His grace, but by my wife in all we’d face.
The Lord was with us at every turn, as we helped each other learn,
God’s ways in dark times, as He comforted our hearts and minds,
And when on a hill we’d plateau, in our ride we had come to know,
Hearing the joy within her voice, together in God we would rejoice.
The time together in which we spend, upon this ride will soon end,
For Eternity is ahead for both of us, together with our Lord Jesus,
As soon we’ll both leave this place, to a home afforded by Grace,
And before in my life I have died, I shall say to Christ, what a ride!
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Tight Wad Hill
Cheapskate on the hill
A thrill seeker making deals
Sugar city urchin wasting time
Town of lunatics
Begging for another fix
Turning tricks for speedballs
One more night
Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Last up at dawn... tight wad hill
Drugstore hooligan
Another white trash mannequin
On display to rot up on the hill
Living out a lie
But having the time of his life
Hating every minute of his existance
song performed by by Green Day from Insomniac
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Double Vision
Feeling down n dirty, feeling kinda mean
Ive been from one to another extreme
This time I had a good time, aint got time to wait
I wanna stick around till I cant see straight
Fill my eyes with that double vision, no disguise for that double vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, its always new to me
My double vision gets the best of me
Never do more than I really need
My mind is racing, but my bodys in the lead
Tonights the night, Im gonna push it to the limit
I live all of my years in a single minute
Fill my eyes with that double vision, no disguise for that double vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, its always new to me
My double vision always seems to get the best of me - the best of me, yeah
Ooh, double vision, I need my double vision
It takes me out of my head, takin me out of my head
I get my double vision, oh, seeing double double
Oh, I have double vision, yeah, Im getting double vision... (to fade)
song performed by by Foreigner
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Circumnavigation
If atoms spin round aeons' afterglow
pass preview, present, future, recombined,
to causal layers add effective flow
cue tune to harmonies, runes realigned,
then what spells last beyond an augenblick
beyond beyond yet stay within within,
to spell out waft/weave linking thin and thick
as means to ends, through which ends' means begin.
What shadow seems, what light beam seams unzip,
is figment of imagination or
insight into eve's apple's core, skin, pip
to link past futures, those still still before
the universal orbit spun vibration
prepares for former circumnavigation...
augenblick - German blink
eve... both Eve and eve
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 5 May 2008
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Woak Hill
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreadèn
Green-ruddy in hedges,
Bezide the red doust o' the ridges,
A-dried at Woak Hill;
I packed up my goods all a sheenèn
Wi' long years o' handlèn,
On dousty red wheel ov a waggon,
To ride at Woak Hill.
The brown thatchen ruf o' the dwellèn,
I then wer a-le{'a}vèn,
Had shelter'd the sleek head o' Me{'a}ry,
My bride at Woak Hill.
But now vor zome years, her light voot-vall
'S a-lost vrom the vloorèn.
Too soon vor my ja{'y} an' my childern,
She died at Woak Hill.
But still I do think that, in soul,
She do hover about us;
To ho vor her motherless childern,
Her pride at Woak Hill.
Zoo--lest she should tell me hereafter
I stole off 'ithout her,
An' left her, uncall'd at house-riddèn,
To bide at Woak Hill--
I call'd her so fondly, wi' lippèns
All soundless to others,
An' took her wi' a{'i}r-reachèn hand,
To my zide at Woak Hill.
On the road I did look round, a-talkèn
To light at my shoulder,
An' then led her in at the doorway,
Miles wide vrom Woak Hill.
An' that's why vo'k thought, vor a season,
My mind wer a-wandrèn
Wi' sorrow, when I wer so sorely
A-tried at Woak Hill.
But no; that my Me{'a}ry mid never
Behold herzelf slighted,
I wanted to think that I guided
My guide vrom Woak Hill.
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Geo_metrics after XJ Kennedy Geometry
They say who play at blindman's buff,
verse trophies strive to gain,
that lines time challenge long enough
won’t find their waiting vain.
Any two lines laid parallel
which one day seem point miss
may meet with recognition well
above contemporary hiss.
Anticipation staves off curse.
Although today most spurn
my verse they surely shall rehearse
each strophe and return
thereto when Shakespeare's long forgot,
his sonnets Styx shall swallow,
while critics, p[r]etty prickly lot,
read s[l]ick screeds boomerang hollow.
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Geometry
They say who play at blindman's buff
And strive to fathom space
That a straight line drawn long enough
Regains its starting place
And that two lines laid parallel
Which neither stop nor swerve
At last will meet, for, strange to tell,
Space throws them both a curve.
Such guesswork lets my hopes abide,
For though today you spurn
My heart and cast me from your side
One day I shall return;
And though at present we may go
Our lonely ways, a tether
Shall bind our paths till time be through
And we two come together.
X J KENNEDY 1929_20xx kenn2_0005_kenn2_0000
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Uphill Both Ways Lyrics
Everytime I try to read between the lines
I'm left wondering that I did so wrong
Everytime I try, try to rationalize
When everyone went wrong why didn't we die?
Everytime I think about what it would be like
without all the things you give to me
All these thoughts keep runnning thru my head
Nothing to beleive
Look back find the things I lost
There's nothing left there so it seems
Up hill both ways
Nothing left to say
I don't know how I made it this far
I don't know how I made it last this long
I don't know why I try
All these things keeps going thru my head
Don't know which way to turn
Each path goes up hill both ways
Nothing but dust
Since I learned, up hill both ways
Nothing left to say
I don't know how I made it this far
I don't know how I made it last this long
I don't know why I try
Up hill both ways
Nothing left to do now
I don't want nothing today
song performed by by Yellowcard
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