Placing a Wor[l]d Poetic 1795
Perhaps priority accorded place
Links into a reaction counter fate,
Arkansas may not be the ideal state.
Country or city zen no interface
Influential need for state of grace,
Nor may imagination leap life's gate
Gaining insight handed on a plate
As if one vista offered true creative base.
Why should one town crown inspiration ace?
Ozark spark stamp unique, supreme, dictate.
Revelation elsewhere absent, sate?
Light travels far on insight's wings to case
Dell, valley, vill, spire, joint inspiring write
Poetic which depends on second sight!
(29 July 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mist Dismissed
Hope rune reads, deeds renew
true vision reaching through
mist myths, tunes time and place
outside imposed curfew,
restraints which block clear view,
discovers overview,
serenity and space.
Vast vista orange, blue
surpasses déjà vu,
deeds jaded joy erase.
Through intuition's clue
few challenge, none conspue,
line draw, find answers to
empower state of grace.
'Unto oneself stay true! '
flows naturally, on cue,
when 'Brave New World' we face.
Temptations one must rue,
defy, deny, subdue,
prepare just rendezvous
from Kent to Katmandu,
tomorrow's freedoms trace.
To fill hole darkness drew,
advance, direction new
seeds need to tap fresh base,
set doubts behind, review
trust in insight's flight. Who
would counter fate should do
what's needed to replace
uncertainties askew
crass ignorance which grew
through hesitance, disgrace.
Bid bluff, defeat, adieu
let principles, virtue,
encourage fresh debuts
eschewing actions base.
Dark phase ends, one, free, starts, hope turns to find
spark gaze sends sun, heart charts scope, learns true mind
© Jonathan Robin 2 August 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Cusp Choice - 0548
Coincidence spins web when into place
life slips choice puzzle pieces in due time.
Flair/feeling twins awareness of fall, climb,
keys karmic scene between lines few dare face.
Dreams decode subtle signals, interface
past, present, future, patterns sees through grime,
aligning intersections, prose rerhyme.
Pace swift and slow tune into links to trace
instinctive correspondence, interlace
unique potential, untapped options prime,
deny the base which smothers in its slime,
Cause, effect, await cusp's state of grace.
"Chance" intercepts flow's waves, 'free choice' would bring
order into chaos, tune fate's [s]wing.
(15 January 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Collective Chrysalis
Before tired tocsin tolls, notes final dawn
objections bowls to smithereens, blasts corn,
beauty need know no double face,
ambiguity's about-face.
Beholder and beholden lace
together love in love's embrace
each beat completes sweet other's pace.
Be forward, ward off wardens, trough or storm,
accounts drawn, love withdrawn or jealous scorn.
Base all on sharing, never base,
replace conformist time and place
with acceptance and erase
all pettiness too commonplace
that mars, that bars true state of grace.
Before last keynote speech leaves pages torn,
reach out, life's rose shows scent's well worth time's thorn.
There's neither chaser, chaste disgraced,
comparisons to draw, changed taste.
Fulfillment never runs to waste.
Collective chrysalis encased
in love's state states case for fresh trace.
for previous version entitled Lids Can Open 20050322 see below
Lids Can Open
After midnight tolls, before the dawn
insight objections bowls, won't be foresworn
beauty knows no double face
beholder and beholden trace
together love in love's embrace
where each heart charts the other's pace.
Drop keynote speech, leave pages torn,
reach out, out reach, rose needs no thorn,
there is no chaser and no chase
there's no disgrace but only grace
and one shared chrysalid in case
the lid can open, fears erase.
(30 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The insight
Without light, sight is no use.
Without sight, light is no use.
Eyes give sight and sight, insight.
Without insight, sight is blind.
15.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inspiration
Through you I find great inspiration.
All around such jubilation.
Far away from recriminations.
Inspiring lengths of grace.
Fear and doubt leave without a trace.
You always put me in a speacial place.
Inspiring me to do things right.
I want to be your courageous knight.
Commiting acts of greatness for your plight.
I'd never show you the smallest slight.
Your inspiration breeds my righteous fight.
I'll always be there day and night.
You always bring inspiring light.
So let us share the greatest life.
Our inspiration frees us from the strife.
The greatest tale of inspired love.
Bestowed upon us from above
poem by Michael McParland
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Damned If You Do and Damned If You Don't Be Damned
The choice to accept a common belief,
And not the work of research.
Has left so many in dire straits.
They who have chosen concepts...
To dictate their fates.
And now they want to find excuses...
For being lead down a path,
Without a glimmer of insight.
One that would endure...
With a comprehension to last.
When that decision upon them was given...
They chose adopting an insight,
As something unneeded.
And for them an insight they passed.
Heeding to that which did not feed.
'Damned if you do!
And damned if you don't be damned'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Light Perceptions
Light reflections colour sunset, casting
enchanting shimmer shadows, night cap light.
Light darkling sprays now, now strays out of sight,
elusive dance advancing, fast contrasting,
leaves measurements behind, mocks time's forecasting.
Tints overprint imagination bright
as Nature's way of reaching through insight,
attracts within a vortex spin outlasting
leisure looks, taps latent springs. Past’s sting
engulfed in night-tide’s swing swirl sings delight.
No frontiers twixt the tears of joy, soul's flight,
and wonder as the sight spans - all surpassing.
Let life through stillness still more life gestate,
anon the pattern paints a second state...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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As Entire Universe Shines
Sometimes I chuckle laugh
as my eyes shine radiant
with flashes incorporating
keen revelation cosmic insight
as God sovereign laughs
infuses depth light insight
in harmonic shock waves
as entire universe shines
poem by Terence George Craddock
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As Artist Poet 0986 Initial Version Variant of Bridgework - 1396 and Creative Perceptions 1306
As artists palette, paints, prepare
so poets insight channel, air:
one canvas fills, one paper inks,
the foremost and the least of links.
Both tune respective streams with rare
sensitive perspective, care.
When true to self then neither sinks
as each through intuitions thinks
the way to harmony, to share
with perfect strangers anywhere
how beauty may beyond the brink
horizons widen, never shrink.
Both pictures form, accompany
creative thrust with spirit free.
(16 July 2002)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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As Artist Poet 0986 Current Variant of Bridgework and of Creative Perceptions
As artists palette, paints, prepare
so poets channel insight rare.
One canvas fills, one paper inks,
the foremost and the least of links.
Both tune respective streams, compare
perspective, sensitively share
where, true to self there neither sinks
as each through intuitions thinks
the way to harmony, aware
that perfect strangers anywhere
may beauty sense beyond time's brink,
horizons widen, never shrink.
Both pictures form, accompany
creative thrust with spirit free.
(7 May 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I need inspiration
I need inspiration like rolling hills and roaring thunder
I need inspiration like humanity's fatal blunder
I need inspiration of the purest kind
Where both the dark and the light are defined
I need inspiration to spark the flame of imagination
I need inspiration that could rouse an entire nation
I need inspiration like a roaring fire
The kind of inspiration of which I'll never tire
Please love be my inspiration
You love, are the light of my imagination
With those emerald eyes that are so serene
Your tempting words which set the scene
Your candied lips and gentle breath
That soul of yours with its endless depth
Come my love, explore with me
There is so much we've yet to see
On our journey we shall inspire that dullest of imaginations
And your love will be my eternal inspiration
poem by Jade Hymora
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~ Perspicacité ~
~ Perspicacité ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
28 May 2010.
Fore-sight
Hind-sight
Circum-s ight
Collateral-sight
Aerial-sight
Panor amic-sight
Are but
Shot-sight
Short-sight
Sanctuari ze into
Inside of Insight
Discover Delight.
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Glossary:
Perspicacité [Fr.] ~ Insight
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Inspiration and Imagination
Inspiration can be found everywhere
if we open our eyes to see.
It can be found in every living thing
and even amongst the decay.
We have to attune our mind to it,
see the possibilities within there,
then put our pen to paper,
write as our imagination flows.
Once our imagination starts,
the words will come tumbling out
and we will find ourselves
flowing with rhymes and prose.
30 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Matter Of Perspective
Light reflections colour sunset, casting
enchanting shimmer shadows, night cap light.
Light darkling sprays now, now strays out of sight,
elusive dance advancing, fast contrasting,
leaves measured time behind, mocks tight forecasting.
Tints overprint imagination bright
as Nature's way of reaching through insight,
attracts within a vortex spin outlasting
leisure looks, taps latent springs, sees past's sting
engulfed in night-tide swing swirl, sings delight.
No frontiers stand between joy's tears, soul's flight,
and wonder as sight spans light - all surpassing.
Let life through stillness still more life gestate,
anon fey pattern weave paints second state...
robi03_1159_robi03_0000 ASX_NXX
previous title Sunset Pattern Paints
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Creative Perceptions
Artist appropriate palette prepares
as poet intuitive channels and shares -
perceptions highlighted in paint or in rhyme,
on screen, paper, canvas, [b]rushed, touched outside Time.
Each reaches out writing, foresighting, prepares
stalls [f]rigid for music of spirit sublime.
But few can interpret the talent they praise
in the style of an artist in true paraphrase.
(24 September 2005 robi03_1306)
Bridgework
Artists palette, paints, prepare,
poets channel insight rare.
One canvas fills, one paper inks,
imagination interlinks.
Each respective stream compares
perceptions, self-respecting, thinks
perspectives sensitively, shares
intuitive fruition, links
symphonic patterns, well aware
individuals everywhere
sense beauty way beyond time's brink -
horizons widen, never shrink.
Images accompany
free originality.
(7 May 2008 variant of As Artist, Poet robi03_1396_robi03_0986 16 February 2002 robi03_0986 and also variant of Creative Perceptions
24 September 2005 robi03_1306_robi03_0986)
As Artist, Poet
As artists palette, paints, prepare
so poets channel insight rare.
One canvas fills, one paper inks,
the foremost and the least of links.
Both tune respective streams, compare
perspective, sensitively share
where, true to self there neither sinks
as each through intuitions thinks
the way to harmony, aware
that perfect strangers anywhere
may beauty sense beyond time's brink -
horizons widen, never shrink.
Both pictures form, accompany
creative thrust with spirit free.
(16 February 2002 robi03_0986)
for previous version see below
As Artist, Poet
As artists palette, paints, prepare
so poets insight channel, air: -
one canvas fills, one paper inks,
the foremost and the least of links.
Both tune respective streams with rare
sensitive perspective, care.
When true to self then neither sinks
as each through intuitions thinks
the way to harmony, to share
with perfect strangers anywhere
how beauty may beyond the brink
horizons widen, never shrink.
Both pictures form, accompany
creative thrust with spirit free...
(16 February 2002)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Bright Eyes Gleam
My days are spent in trances
while all my nightly dreams
no light know where your glances
are absent, their bright gleams
reverse sad circumstances
as sharing's warming streams
link heart to heart. The chance is
enchanting as Life's schemes
respond to Love's advances
in harmony which beams
from both as spark advances
from Earth to Air like steam
ascending as romance is -
like strawberries and cream
or never ending dances
dreams populate as teems
imagination, - stance is
as mirrored damascene, -
sublime state which perchance is
of all life’s joys supreme
that happiness enhances
when eyes cue bright eyes' gleam …
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Truth Resides Not In The World: Stream Of Consciousness
insight beyond opinion facts knowledge true or false is revealed
time corrective sometimes or by direct or indirect revelation from God... where is truth? Truth resides not in the world but with God. Only God knows reveals truth stripping away the mask the stage props falsehoods
of the world only when and as God sees fit. None have absolute insight...
into truth beyond the plans falsehoods manipulations of the present world system of greed and state government global manipulation of facts truth except when God reveals truth to any God may choose as God chooses
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Original draft stream of consciousness version of ‘Truth Resides Not In The World But With God’. March 13.3.2011 at 1: 12pm.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Our Friendship Ain't Fateful
Late out of state without absolute hate,
I decline to incline my fate into failure’s plate
I perceive not me able to be for you that great
Yet you make perfect of me, even in my state
Looking down upon me not, yet looking upon me without hate
Of how it came to being is a mystery that revives history in slate
Oh how I hate the thought I could lose my current state
In hate I’d sulk to ever cross a path that seals this fate
Can destiny and fate really drag me away? I doubt; they’re late
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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Fate vs Destiny
To find your true happiness tempt fate to discover your destiny.
You must hearken back to when real happiness was known
Remember its impact on your life
Opportunity knocks, open the door, you will see it coming.
You may be surprised to discover fate can mask your destiny.
Your fate and your destiny are not one in the same.
Your fate is what you settle for in life.
What you take as your life marches on day by day, an obligation to life.
Destiny is the gate you find at the end of the path you blaze
As you strive to attain life’s goal open the gate and find love,
Happiness and contentment; true peace of heart and mind.
Fate may leave you at destiny’s gate at the end of life.
Knowing only the travails of your battles to achieve life’s goal
Knowing not the sweetness of your victories.
The gate may not be open, leaving you empty
At the end of life's journey.
The path to your destiny is yours and yours alone
Ask yourself whether you wish to settle for your fate or…
Tempt your fate and discover the path.
The dark side of life; fear and self doubt can blur and cover the path.
Not always seen in the clear; hidden in your memory
Or on the full plate before you the path is always there.
Those who have known the depth of their love, the strength of their spirit,
Will find a guiding light illuminates their path.
In these qualities of character you will discover your true self
And the key to unlock the gate.
You will recognize the guide of your light.
The choice is yours, settle for fate or follow the light,
Find the key, unlock the gate … discover your destiny.
poem by William J. Henderson Jr.
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Creative Knots And Have Nots
If 'me' may be, if not un me[t], as least not knot me, if mind can candle hand maid entrancing universe unto itself, may the universe be a mind unto itself dispelling compelling spelling. If so, can it mind that minds can cant, or cannot decant Kant, encapsulating insight along dotted line frame forms spurning formal form frames?
Fresh fusion transforms chaos confusion to creative fractal constellation of potent energy sub-particles. Verbal wake-shake makes time, taking time out for its own acorn ache sake discarding corn flaking rhyme. Also sprach Zarathustra disregarding state me[a]ntal lines, to [t]ra[n]ce light waves as if existence de[e]pended upon its s[p]eed, [st]arching star I Ching, portraying paradoxical parallelax perceptions as personnified spinning neu[t]rons mock both convictions and neutrality. Is all relativity one [m]asks?
17 May 2011 variation of Prose Poem on the Mind's Universe II
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Author notes
Wor[l]ds in [b]rackets convey two or more meanings
me[t]: me and or met
state me[a]ntal state mean tall?
statemental, state me ant all; state meant all, sate or ate men tall etc.
[t]ra[n]ce: trace and or race, ace, trance, tance, and or rance
de[e]pended: deep ended and or depended
[st]arching: starching and or St. arching
neu[t]rons: neutrons and or neurons
[m]asks: masks and or asks
poem by Jonathan Robin
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