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Pen Unpriced Poetry

P ress progress, profess
E ffortless eyewitness exquisiteness,
N imbleness, neatness. Nevertheless,

U nharness useless unpleasantness
N eedless. Nonetheless, nameless
P ettiness process protest.
R uthless redress regress,
I naptness, iciness, idleness.
C ompress clumsiness, childishness,
E xcess eruditeness, erroneousness,
D epthless digress, dumbness.

P ossess priceless prowess,
O penness, outwardness, otherworldliness,
E xpress endless evenness
T erseness, timeless tastefulness,
R e-address random-access role-reversing resourcefulness.
Y in, Yang's yolk yoke. Yes? … Yes!

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Pen Poetry - Too much to Swallow?

Pen Poetry - Too much to Swallow?

Press progress, profess
Effortless eyewitness exquisiteness,
Nimbleness, neatness. Nevertheless,

Unharness useless unpleasantness
Needless. Nonetheless, nameless
Pettiness process protest.
Ruthless redress regress,
Inaptness, iciness, idleness.
Compress clumsiness, childishness,
Excess eruditeness, erroneousness,
Depthless digress, dumbness.

Possess priceless prowess,
Openness, outwardness, otherworldliness,
Express endless evenness
Terseness, timeless tastefulness,
Re-address random-access role-reversing resourcefulness.
Yin, Yang's yolk yoke. Yes ? … Yes!

Most make believe in anything they read -
'amazing', 'awesome' slip from flippant pen
vow praise, wows raise reaction, and again
to draw attention to their need to feed
from inspiration others gift their greed,
or compensation masking tasking pain
when creativity is on the wane.
Objectives may at times evolve to seed
transparency - yet where all seem agreed
lowest common denominators rein
the fountain which should not need to explain
how this thought led to that poetic steed.
'A mouthful of originality'
too much to swallow proves to minds at sea!

1 August 2008

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Yang Yang

Yang yang holds on to a giant phone,
Yang yangs soft voice goes on and on,
I hate you, I hate you, where did it go wrong?
Yangyang goes talking to himself on the phone.
Yang yang sends his men pebbles and stones,
Yang yang rips his women down to the bones.
I own you, I own you, so give us a song,
Yangyang goes talking to his world on the phone.
Yang yangs born with a phone cord round his neck,
Yang yang never fails to stick to his kick.
I want you, I want you, youre making me sick.
But yangyang, the chords never long enough
To reach your mommys trick.
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang, snap out,
Give up, cut out,
Tune up and join us,
Join the revolution,
Join the revolution.
No kick is good enough for lifetime substitution,
No brick will give you a lifetime consolation.
And whether you dig it or not,
We outnumber you in population.
And leave your private institution,
Get down to real communication,
Leave your scene of destruction
And join us in revolution.
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang, wake up,
Give up, cut out,
Come out and join us,
Join the revolution,
Join the revolution.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Europe Endless

Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Life is timeless
Europe endless
Life is timeless
Europe endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Parks, hotels and palaces
Europe endless
Parks, hotels and palaces
Europe endless
Promenades and avenues
Europe endless
Real life and postcard views
Europe endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Elegance and decadence
Europe endless
Elegance and decadence
Europe endless

song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Chocolate Butter

'Chocolate butter?
I have 'never' heard of it before.'

That's just how rare it is.

'Where can I get some? '

When do you want some?

'How much is it? '

Priceless if I give it.

'Priceless?
Priceless if you do what? '

I only mentioned it,
Because it is to you...
I've decided I want to give it to?

'And...
How are you going to do that? '

I've got the time.
Find any place you want...
To begin the churn.

'How much of it can I have? '

That's entirely up to you.
But I'm telling you now...
I will do not be rushing through the process!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yin-yang-yin

A teacher asked a student
To define life

The student could craft
Thoughts out of naught
He started to chant something like this

Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo

When yin sleeps
Yang wake-up
Yin yang yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo

Together they fit
To form a whole
Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo

Opposite they are
But still seeking balance
Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo
Contrary but still
Not in opposition
Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Y o

Two aspects
Of a single truth
Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo

Rather than trying to replace each other
They transform into a single reality
Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo
The teacher listened
And got furious
Said with a sneer
I could not discern
Your babble your prattle
If you could yourself
Please mister nonsense!

The child turned crimson
But still had dare
He countered the teacher
By means of wit:
Life is a whole
With dual poles
If Yang is the light
Yin is the night
Yang bites yin
Yin bites yang
Both have to fleet
As they are on a flight
What then lasts!
Is yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo
So dear teacher
Am I not right?

poem by Gul Naz
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Hikayat

Hidup yang singkat
Akhir yang dekat
Nyawa yang lekat
Kabut yang pekat

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Yang is luck, Ying the end of it

ying is female
yang is male
moon is ying
sun is yang
coldness is ying
warmth is yang
the living is yang
wandering spirit ying
adam is yang
eve is ying
yang is luck
ying the end of it
ask china about it
ask adam about it

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Victim of his own Success

Man, victim of his own success, must fast grasp opportunity
to offer all equality of chances and advances stress
as the ability to press for rights for disability
the strong ignore, or fail to bless.

Man, victim of his own success, does not deserve impunity
when biosphere supportive he still stifles in the name of, - guess, -
‘Democracy’, free-choice oppress through ways of ta[l]king liberty
as only freedom to repress.

Man, victim of his own success, - tale’s pun, - few marks of modesty
retains, yet with anxiety observes galactic game of chess
while most Earth’s problems won’t address. This manifest dichotomy
highlights concerns we should assess.

Man, victim of his own success, needs to transcend his history
predative, channel energy towards solutions which suppress
his immaturity, redress the balance of society,
extend awareness free from stress.

Man, victim of his own success, must sail beyond tsunami he
created to a safer sea where winds of change may not express
a whirlwind strange that all confess none can control. Society
must change or soon will sink, regress.

Man, victim of his own success, must map return to sanity,
respect with assiduity the planet’s need to convalesce,
create conditions which attest acceptance by humanity
of overview which won’t aggress.

Man, victim of his own success, must understand ecology
requires intrinsic harmony, may join “I wish” to “I possess”
providing much more, - never less, - is harvested with equity,
without the urge to dispossess.

Man, victim of his own success should heed the lessons most agree
accompany pride’s apogee, and not attempt to second guess
the seasons’ reasons or finesse. Where just fat few progress we see
misuse far more than maladdresse.

Man, victim of his own success, beyond base skills of repartee,
should take time off from Time to key into distortions which transgress
ideals which should not ever stress the views of tight community
or vested interests. Nonetheless, -

Man, victim of his own success, must meet the challenges that he
has catalyzed - calamity around the corner waits unless
he acts - declines to acquiesque with urbane equanimity, -
protects his progeny’s success…

Which, victim of its own success, may stray from birthright destiny
to cul-de-sac of history, through compromise, increase distress
or narrow hopes where scope could press for change proactive, remedy
renewed temptations to digress through need to influence, impress,
the generations yet to be, compress its chances - tragedy
whose risks too high remain as we depict the options which depress
the outlook for our century.

(c) Jonathan Robin 1992 -2006

10 October 1992,3 October 2006

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Priceless

The fact that you
You think you can
Speak to me
The way you do
It pains me to believe that you
Have never stepped out of the skin you've lived with
And then, and if
This day occurs
Your tongue, the taste
Will immitate a battery
The anti-equilibrium
Your stomach becomes the floor
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was...
A light goes on
Up stairs, the attic is a place of solitaire
Isn't big enough for both of us
So who will swim in eel infested oceans
Kiss and say goodbye
because the tide is coming up and in
Yeah, water, water, water everywhere!
And every chance to sink!
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was so priceless
It's a proclamation
Of the things you aren't
The ways you wish you were
A split second
Percieving of the way you really look to everyone of them
I wish that you could see because
I wish that you could see
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was so priceless

song performed by by Incubus
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Lxxii

You who find all joy a vain illusion
That no richer heirloom can be thine own
Who think that joy is a sinful lesion
Do not toward your one and true God disown
Make you peace with the Lord and he shall give
Thee regress, all that by you he’ll address
He has the power toward you to forgive
In the joy of that power is progress
Joy’s to be found in his mercy full light
Thou has magnified thy people and won
Do by him as you will him to do right
True, by him shall you seek out your action
Lord protect us with the arm of thy grace
It is you who in life we do embrace.

poem by David E. Patton
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Quagmire

Mind rumpus; thoughts viscous; words pause
Vicious vagueness vituperates
Poesy prowls; never in poise!
Demurs to egress with prowess

Ticklish process it is, to pick
One thick globule of slick morass
That abounds our social precincts
It’s like opt’ng the best of the worst

Then ensues my usual address
Showcasing to the world, this slush
What a curse it’s to our progress
In abstruse poetic phrases

Read they, some with seriousness
Some with a snigger, unimpressed
All to forget in few minutes
Thus my dénouement rests and rusts.

Before I come to my senses
Slips back the dirt into its source
With a last laugh at my amiss
With stolid stares, I remain stoic

This story doesn’t end here, friends
Again I stick my seeking hands
Into the surrounding quagmire
This time for fistfuls, with vengeance

poem by Sathya Narayana
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I sooth myself

If there is progress, it is God’s grace.
If not so, God is delaying.
If there is regress, God is mild.
Thus I sooth myself.
19.04.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Is.....

Love should be a decision,
Love should not be emotion,
Love is a work in progress,
Love is not to digress,
Love can hurt sometimes,
Love can strongly binds,
Love resides in the heart,
Love lives for the depart,
Love can be blind,
Love can be sublime,
Love can be one chance,
Love can be a dance,
Love has no boundaries,
Love has it's ambiguities,
An endless love.
Lost love.
Unrequited love.
A new love.
A foolish love.
Pure love.
Deep love.
Undying love.

poem by Philo Yan
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The Scam Continued

My bank account ha ha,
I think not
My identification photo
Again I say go play with a rubber duck or something
For I'm not the ignorant fool that your so use to.
Maybe I should make up a bank name, a number, a address, a send the a random photo of a friend.
And see what happens
For it might be entertaining to see them pretend to be someone who has never left the country and try to access a bank account that does not exist.
For they are going to do one thing that is clean out your bank out
As the man who gives everything shouts, I have been ripped off.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Tahrir Square Shrouded In Smoke Teargas Clouds

in immediate
protest response
to Mubarak’s
awaited late-night
television address

one eyewitness
reported a
small seed fire
had been set
at the Mogama

building housing
several
government
offices
in central

Tahrir square
which was
shrouded by clouds
of smoke teargas
Mubarak in his first

public appearance
since unrest
broke out
four days before
said on state

television 'It is not
by setting fire
and by attacking
private
and public property

that we achieve
the aspirations
of Egypt
and its sons,
but they will

be achieved
through dialogue,
awareness
and effort.'
aspirations

of protesters
will be achieved
through effort
dialogue in Egypt
with Mubarak gone...

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Easy Going Father

my easy-going father in heaven
you have taught me much

let me not lose such
let me not regress

instead - progress
do much good
as you recommended
with humor and fun
let that be my jesus food

thanks, dude!

poem by Harlan Simantel
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Maskers

Everybody on this stage
do a different role.
It's prohibited to remove one's mask
and see the real face.
The given role you have to perform
whether you like it or not.
The director too masked
and you cannot protest the dictator
either good or bad.
Be quiet until the curtain close.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Padam

Apa yang kau dapatkan, hargailah
Apa yang dipinjam, kembalikan
Sebelum semuanya menghilang
Dan api di dalammu padam
Apa yang kau simpan, rawatlah
Apa yang kau buang, relakan
Bila api di dalam dirimu telah padam
Kenangan pun tak lagi bisa membakar
Mimpi pun tak bisa lagi bersinar
Jadi jangan berhenti dulu
Sebab dewa masih memberimu waktu
Sebelum semuanya memudar
Dan api di dalammu padam

Apa yang kau inginkan, kejarlah
Apa yang kau takuti, hadapi
Sebelum semuanya menghilang
Dalam kegelapan yang kelam
Apa yang kau jaga, sayangilah
Apa yang kau benci, tangisi
Karena bila api yang ada telah padam
Ingatan pun tak lagi berarti
Jalan yang lebar pun tak lagi menarik
Jadi jangan mencemaskan hal yang tak perlu
Sebab meski terlihat tak ada waktu
Dan angin tak mau membantu
Kobaran di dadamu masih belum padam

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Easy come, Easy go

The way you poured into my life like purfume - fearless,
The way our eyes wrestled setting our hormones on fire - priceless,
The way our lips clasped making the world disappear - flawless,
The way we left earth after rolling over her - speechless,
The way earth quaked as we melted eachother - breathless,
The way we remained after minutes of bliss - timeless,
The way we felt after our muscles enervated - powerless,
The way we hoped the moment to have lived - Endless,
And why we did it only one time - clueless.

poem by Isunge Mwangase
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We are the yin and the yang of the creative process.

quote by Cynthia Weil
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