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Paradox

Spectacles on nose, pouch under eye,
age is sucked remorselessly to night
all too aware there is no hope in_sight
for resurrection story books supply.
What does our time [s]t[r]apped sojourn signify?
What sense is gleaned once cased in coffin tight
or scattered to the winds? What wrong or right
remains to trace each in[t]ner face? And why
would most defer the final strangled sigh,
would most prolong the agony despite
the finite frontiers of Man’s falcon f[l]ight?
Who can ‘self’ free, mortality defy?
Who could decode life’s mysteries might find
a paradox with ‘self-destruct’ designed...

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Report Of An Adjudged Case

Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;
The point in dispute was, as all the world knows,
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.

So the Tongue was the Lawyer and argued the cause
With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning,
While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws,
So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.

In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear,
And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find,
That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear,
Which amounts to possession time out of mind.

Then holding the spectacles up to the court, -
Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle,
As wide as the ridge of the Nose is, in short,
Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.

Again, would your lordship a moment suppose
('Tis a case that has happened and may be again),
That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,
Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then?

On the whole it appears, and my argument shows
With a reasoning the court will never condemn,
That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,
And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.

Then shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how,
He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes,
But what were his arguments few people know,
For the court did not think they were equally wise.

So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone,
Decisive and clear, without on if or but, -
That whenever the Nose put his spectacles on,
By daylight or candlelight - Eyes should be shut.

poem by William Cowper
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Disarry is the sister of perplexity

Time changes, the world changes,
Changes every thing from beauty to truth,
This is a curse, this is bliss
This is tumultuous, up is down, and down is up
Black is white, white black
Wrong is right, right is wrong
The systematic nature breaks down in miracles
The greatest miracle is of one having the anti—rules
The reason is our pride
But the anti- reason is crushing it
The more crushing is our unlimited ignorance!
The logic is our foundation
But too weak to hold the large building of anti-logic.
The scattered and haphazard things are found in a point
The strangeness of things is that the point is scattered and expanding
If expanding from the point is the rule and signifies life
Anti-rule, of course, the shrinking to the point and signifies the final death...
Annihilating everything from vanity to super intellect.
The historical knowledge is our capital
But too short to run the biggest business of baffling life
Nowhere you get the straight truth, this is the biggest truth
But the absolute truth is the irony of paradox
Where changing is the only rule
Randomness is very very fast
In the kingdom of bewilderment
King is the only changing wonder!
Contradiction is full of life
Disarray is the sister of perplexity,
Where conflict of ideas is in full agreement
To differ to each other in a peaceful atmosphere
To keep pace with the kaleidoscopic path of life
This is puzzling; this is confusing but life…
Life is a riddle; the riddle has to be revealed
But Mysteries multiplies in mysteries
Chaos and chasm are our enemies
People have not got yet any clue
But hope one day we can find and surely we can do! ,

poem by Abdul Wahab
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When I Die

When I die I want my ashes scattered in the sky.
I want the winds to take me to the four corners
Of the earth, letting people know of my life
Of my birth, and all that I done that had some worth.

I want to feel the winds beneath my feet
The gentle breeze upon my face
The sun radiating the heat and its glory
For my family and friends to tell my story

When I die I don’t want tears
I’m going to a better place which
I’ve known for years.
I’ve seen this place in my dreams
And in my mind, and I know that I’ll be fine.

Death is just another door in time
That will free our soul and mind
And we’ll live throughout all time.
So when I die, don’t mourn for me
For I am finally free.

If on occasion you happen to remember me
It’s because in my prayers you will be.

poem by Louis Rams
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The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles

This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles.
Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. sitting on a
Fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close
By.
Now this may not seem strange, but when owl overheard kangaroo whisper
To no one in particular, ''the hare has lost his spectacles, well, he
Began to wonder.
Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on
The grass was hare. in the stream that flowed by the grass -- a
Newt. and sitting astride a twig of a bush -- a bee.
Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for
Without his spectacles he was completely helpless. where were his
Spectacles? could someone have stolen them? had he mislaid them? what
Was he to do?
Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: ''you
Probably ate them thinking they were a carrot.
''no! interrupted owl, who was wise. ''i have good eye-sight, insight,
And foresight. how could an intelligent hare make such a silly
Mistake? but all this time, owl had been sitting on the fence,
Scowling!
Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. she thought herself
Far superior in intelligence to the others. she was their leader;
Their guru. she had the answer: ''hare, you must go in search of the
Optician.
But then she realized that hare was completely helpless without his
Spectacles. and so, kangaroo loudly proclaimed, ''i cant send hare in
Search of anything!
''you can guru, you can! shouted newt. ''you can send him with owl.
But owl had gone to sleep. newt knew too much to be stopped by so
Small a problem -- ''you can take him in your pouch. but alas, hare
Was much too big to fit into kangaroos pouch.
All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew
Nothing about spectacles.
As for all their tempting ideas, well hare didnt care.
The lost spectacles were his own affair.
And after all, hare did have a spare a-pair.
A-pair.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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What Lies Beneath?

From pulp to palpitation cycles spin.
Some trace a line or two, leaves from life's tree
imprint upon collective memory -
the music of the spheres, a melody
transcending time itself and its oubli,
provide emotions and tonality
which, although evanescent, all would win,
to find oasis of serenity, -
cool shade not shadow of humanity, -
amidst the desert of incessant din
of universal static all would flee.

The flotsam of time's bark one need not pin
down too precisely. Much dexterity
excludes from fields of vision feelings free
which life enrich with spice we sense, not see, -
like perfume on the winds of change to key
ambiance of death or dance, chance we
must find to take, create to breathe, as in
a trance we dream we age by Fate's decree....
or else we drown in ephemerity.
Page turns before most even may begin
to taste their birthright - inner harmony.

Page turns before most balance yang and yin,
they hungry hang in fear and equally
protest vain light and night's eternity.
Between expectancy, acceptancy,
receding hairline space defines 'to be'
against a background continuity
where change - to which when young they felt akin -
turns traitor, turns on former guarantee
to formalize a fress integrity
based upon another Benjamin
before whose might old generations flee.

Few understand what lies beneath life's skin,
can cause, effect, decode with probity,
can probe, decipher mo[ve]ment's mystery,
can step by step retrace through history
their story sense endowed. Most men agree
to hide behind their own effrontery
rather than face their ‘present’ destiny
whose cards tomorrow's possibility
can for today's success deal seamlessly.
Few understand to start is to begin
to undermine all false security.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Parts Rejoin the Whole

Gardens grow through glowing summer days,
Exhuberantly flaunt their fairest flowers,
Refusing to accept Time’s t[r]apped the hours
And crosses out who welcome overstay.
Roots wither, seer, sap fails, life’s passing ph[r]ase
Dares test eternity before it sours,
Defies tomorrow before which it cowers
As cycles spin and Man Time’s piper pays.
Hope flourished for a while, then final blaze
Affords example of our finite powers.
Numb memory stumbles over tumbled towers -
Departing spirit’s half-life fast decays.
Ends are tied as ties are left behind,
PARTS rejoin the [w]hole, all senses blind.

© Jonathan Robin robi3_0815_robi3_0000 ASX_DJN 12 June 1996 G.D. In Memoriam

poem by Jonathan Robin
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To Belong

A bird is sitting on the pavement
Someone broke his wing
Now that bird is going nowhere
And hes suffering
Now I understand the setup
I see everything
And the only way to go
Is defy, is defy, is defy
To belong here, to belong here, to belong here
Im giving up my soul
To belong, to belong, to belong
A spider is sitting in a corner
Gonna catch a fly
Ths web is pulling tight around him
And the flys i
But all I do is guard my pile
Cause its my supply
And the only way to go
Is defy, is defy, is defy
To belong here, to belong here, to belong here
Im giving up my soul

song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls

It is a matter of life and death.
We sense our mortality in the destiny of another.
This isn't easy for us to confront.
We seek ignorance of such final thoughts.
Only those who have been made aware,
Can truly face death.
We look at its empty eyes and see nothing.
At first, we are afraid.
This is our human existence at stake.
If we were merely mortals, then this would be normal.
However, humans are not merely mortals.
Every single word within us cries out against the waste.
I am unique. So are you.
There is an expression,
'We will never see his like again.'

Even so, Easter has taught us
That God preserves the life force beyond death.
It is the hope of resurrection
That sustains us in this life.
Those that have this faith in God,
Believe in the past, the present AND the future
And we therefore spend our lives
In prayer and good works.
No matter where we are,
While there is a single thought left within us,
We can still pray.
This is life.
Not the striving for more and more things,
While others starve to death.

Let's be more sympathetic
In regard to complete strangers,
Men, women and children
Facing terrifying squalor, disease and persecution.
It's easy to feel sorry
For the good old Georges of this world,
Because they are the good ones we don't want to lose.
But what about the tiny babies
Who haven't the strength to lift a finger
To do any good works?
They are more deserving if left to live a full life
Than the ones who have already lived for decades...
Many of these have never seen a shoe...
And they don't even know that each one of them
Has an eternal soul...

poem by Denis Martindale
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Mental torture

I am subjected to mental torture
It blackens chances for the future
I loose concentration and behave abnormal
The show remains pathetic and dismal

Nothing remains on my mind
I am unable to find
What is wrong with me?
Why am I not free?

Heart feels heavy
I feel so sorry
It is full of worry
What have I to forget and carry?

I have suffered a lot
So many times I have fought
You were upper most in heart's chamber
Now I try to forget and at the same time remember

The storm has lashed shore
The destruction is heavy and more
I go no where to explore
It is futile to think therefore

I am drained and shattered
The whole situation is altered
Sweet drams have turned into dreary nights
I don't know what is wrong or right

I shall move on with correct decision
That shall be almost final with precision
I have long way to go on this journey
As has been designed by destiny

I am not the lone traveler
So no one can forecast as fortune teller
I speak for no one and may not like others
To interfere and force me to bother

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Indian Gipsy

In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace
Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty.

With frugal skill her simple wants she tends,
She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep
On lonely meadows when the daylight ends,
Ere the quick night upon her flock descends
Like a black panther from the caves of sleep.

Time's river winds in foaming centuries
Its changing, swift, irrevocable course
To far off and incalculable seas;
She is twin-born with primal mysteries,
And drinks of life at Time's forgotten source

poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Keep It Goin' On

Come on
All-4-one keep it goin' on
On and on
Your word is one
All-4-one keep it goin' on
Come on
Every night
And we're feeling alright
We get down
Check the vibe
Come alive

Hangin' tight
With the fellows all night
Round and round
Show and groove
Always smooth

Back in the day
We got tight
So when we fight
It's ah-ight

Years ago
We said hello
Committed to a situation
That had a reputation of blood thicker than brothers

All-4-one keep it goin' on
On and on
Your word is one
All-4-one keep it goin' on
Come on
Understand and we cool
Man to man
Back me up
You're my ace
In the place

Face to face
Like family we stand
One for all
When one flows
We all flow

Back in the day
We got tight
So when we fight
It's ah-ight

Years ago
We said hello
Committed to a situation
That had a reputation of blood thicker than brothers

On and on and on and on
Don't stop come on
On and on and on and on
All-4-one keep it goin' on
On and on and on and on
Don't stop come on
On and on and on and on
All-4-one keep it goin' on

Come together
In harmony one one family
Sister

song performed by by All-4-One from On And On
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Thoughts Eternal

When winter winds howl at the door
And long dead leaves past window fly
When life’s last chapter ends the book
With words unsaid in great supply
When time eternal calls my soul
To wander trails across the sky
I’ll greet the chill with final thoughts
Of your sweet kiss and longing sigh.

poem by Wayne Aumen
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Final Thoughts

Final Thoughts
Sigh on to you just lost the blow
Sigh on to you
Sigh on to you My friend
Fell thoughts of soul's descend
Final Thoughts
Sigh on to you My friend
Might be is this the end
The pain hurts the fear inside
Kill be the weak to ride
Countdown to fossil down
Show Me the cancerous meltdown
???, the architects of life
???
Final Thoughts
Sigh on to you My friend
Might be is this the end
Sigh on to you
Sigh on to you
Final Thoughts

song performed by by Obituary
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I Surrender

From the highest tower, I will call you home
It's the same old story, love will find its own
You come to me, conspiracy of the night
The heart that you want just happens to be mine
Thieves in the dark, you ought to be locked in chains
But you wind up on my side, and what will be will be
That you wear a disguise, the epitome of deceit
The face of a friend invisible on the street
If you're battling to be mine, I'm victorious in defeat
And I surrender, I surrender
Anybody want me, anyone know my name
Do it in a lifetime, you be dust and the soul survives
Evens up the score
From the highest tower, I will call you home
It's the same old story, love will find its own
And I surrender, take me for all time
Love that lasts forever, I surrender
We are elite, prisoners of the night
We fight to the finish and savour the delights
It's your body that got me beat, and I'm crumbling at your feet
I surrender, I surrender
I will walk through fire, keep you safe and sound
In the final hour, turn my life around
And I surrender, take me for all time
This is my life story, I've been lost and found
In the final hour, turn my life around
And I surrender, take me for all time
Love as warm as wine, and I surrender
Take me for all time, love that lasts forever

song performed by by Bee Gees
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Calculations Fail

Can knowledge any sense in life retain?
All trace in space must some day disappear.
Life's calculations fail, ambitions vain.
Colours, now magic, soon no longer here
Unknown sounds, scents tomorrow shall remain.
Love's lightning, having struck, moves on, a mere
After-ripple on time's wave, cleansed clear.
The struggle ceases, Lethe, down the drain
Is every trace flushed before we can gain
One insight on Life's mysteries, or steer
New trips through dreams, few dreams themselves appear
Sense bearing whose waft, weft, need never wane.
FAll follows pride, soul weighed by feather light,
ILl starred our ride, bright spark mid endless night.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Face In The Sun

its ok to be lonely
its ok, still waiting for
well its ok to feel you're the only
like a loaded gun just bound to explode
just like the story goes
if you been raised
to believe in your soul
i'm sure you'll find your face
face in the sun
face in the sun
face in the sun
well its ok to be loved with
the way the sun shines above your face
well its ok if you've had enough of this
a lack of light been around for days
inside thinking of sunsets
leaving behind
i hope i find my face
face in the sun
face in the sun
face in the sun
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
face in the sun
face in the sun
face in the sun
face in the sun
i hope you find it
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i
i, i, i, i, i, i

song performed by by Simple Minds
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I Lost On Jeopardy

Oh-oh-oh-oh
I was there to match my intellect on national tv
Against a plumber, oh, and an architect, both with a phd
I was tense, I was nervous, I guess it just wasnt my night
Art fleming gave the answers
Oh, but I couldnt get the questions right, -ight, -ight
I lost on jeopardy, baby (oooh)
I lost on jeopardy, baby (oooh)
Well, I knew I was in trouble now
My hope of winning sank
Oh, cause I got the daily double now
And then my mind went blank
I took potpourri for one hundred
And then my head started to spin
Well, Im givin up don pardo
Just tell me now what I didnt win, yeah, yeah
I lost on jeopardy, baby (oooh)
I lost on jeopardy, baby (oooh)
Thats right, al--you lost. and let me tell you what you didnt win: a twenty colume set of the encyclopedia international, a case of turtle wax, and a yeards supply of rice-a-roni, the san fra
O treat. but thats not all. you also made yourself look like a jerk in front of millions of people. you brought shame and disgrace to your family name for generations to come. you dont get to
Back tomorrow. you dont even get a lousy copy of our home game. youre a complete loser!
Dont know what I was thinkin of
I guess I just wasnt too bright
Well, I sure hope I do better
Next weekend on the price is right, -ight, -ight
I lost on jeopardy, baby (oooh)
I lost on jeopardy, baby (oooh)
I lost on jeopardy, baby

song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Take The Black

The moon is full you can not see
There's something in the air
Sound asleep you're into deep
Protecting your own lair
The lion roar into the night
Yet another foe to slay
Who are you that I see right through
The hunter or the pray?
Too late to hear the final warning
No one can defy the reaper
Voices - Twisted
Calling out your name
Voices - Twisted
Calling for you
Ain't no reason for the rhyme
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Take the Black
Face to face you bide your time
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Take the Black
You though you had it all in there
In your little bag of tricks
Insanity won't set you free
As you cross the river Styx
You're out of time your bridges burn
In the undying flame
We'll nail you down to the ground
For you to bear the shame
Too late to hear the final warning
No one can defy the reaper
Voices - Twisted
Calling out your name
Voices - Twisted
Calling for you
Ain't no reason for the rhyme
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Take the Black
Face to face you bide your time
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Voices - Twisted
Calling out your name
Voices - Twisted
Calling for you
Ain't no reason for the rhyme
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Take the Black
Face to face you bide your time
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Ain't no reason for the rhyme
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Take the Black
Face to face you bide your time
Take the Black - Ready to attack

song performed by by Hammerfall
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How Many More Poems?

But isn't it poetry seeing your lover's face,
Yet you never keep count of every sighting?

And isn't the evening sky poetic
With the infinite stars as its verses?

With the moon appearing night after night,
Still you never cease to be enthralled?

Though life demands for a final answer,
It does not let go the many beautiful mysteries -

There is the endless ballad that the river sings,
And ever-amusing stories told by the wind.

Who keeps track of the times one listens to music
When one is lost in its ecstatic rhythm?

Have you reached your literary boredom threshold?
Are you trying to find an escape from poems?

But the beauty of art is omnipresent.
Look around. Look deeply.

poem by Je'free Y .
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If you ever find happiness by hunting for it, you will find it, as the old woman did her lost spectacles, safe on her own nose all the time.

quote by Josh Billings
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