Rubaiyat Of A Silicate Syndicate
So on this chequerboard of dames and knights
I see some scribblers write on what one writes
Long having writ move on from point to point
In chase of name for fame the flaming wights!
CAn moving finger that its game displays
SIng on with w[h}ine flask, bread and lisping lays
LIfe spend sans end with epigrams to tease
CAuse and Effect with well sustainèd blaze?
Shall I with hope lend you kaleidoscope
In hand expand with this collide! - O scope!
Let no crimes in my name be here engraved
If once cast down - dug up once again sounds dope!
CApacity conundrum from abyss
SIghs upwards with a timeless Kismet kiss,
LInks through the quintessential to prepare
CAse study never muddy, bearing bliss.
Slips startled from the superficial gear
Insist from shallows all to high idea
Lief rise to skies so sonorous, ne'er leave
Intact the piffle peddled on the ear!
CAter not unto the crowds that throng
SIft out the dross - their loss and not your wrong -
LIght shines as penetration venerates
CAst nets which fish with strokes surprising strong.
Sight is reclaimed, as eyes inflamed surmise
Insight is gleamed, well streamed despite disguise,
Lifting veils beyond which few can see -
Incandescence in a subtle guise.
CApture rapture, for once time is run
SItuation shadow shape and sun
LIttle difference know, yet grow to flow,
CAre not for shade when end is light begun!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Silicate Syndrome Rubaiyat
Seagull spirit soars above wide screen
Impressions individual, seldom seen,
Lofty thoughts caught in symbolic net,
ICArus soaring, wax unmelted scene.
Soul keen keys multi-modal meanings green,
Ice hoar, grey-bearded, harvests facts few glean,
LIke, unlike compares, dare hedge no bet,
CAndle holds to render secrets clean.
Sin, virtue, truth, false, helix paradigm,
Id and ego's everlasting climb,
Loss and gain, retained as ethic's anchor -
Inherit building blocks. Primeval slime.
CArbon based with [f]oxy Jekyll hyd,
SIsyphus and Tantalus abide
LIght-sleeping yet day-dreaming till demise
CArries forward balance-sheet belied.
Silicate, slight sliver grey-silver slate,
Impermanence man's emblem, love and hate
Last but a blink - first cry to final breath,
Intestate hang by thread, birth ~ berth's small state.
CApture's, conquest's, spinning weel the Norms
SIlk work, weave waft and weft, whose frame deforms
LIght-hearted, grave, both coward, brave soon sleep,
CAre not for what may be, tomorrow's storms.
Slate soon is wiped, root, fruit ripe wilt spoiled rotten,
Intents and purposes, strong-willed, forgotten,
Lathe-turned pot's bolt shot, wraith spurned sinks from sight,
Innocence spilt, guilt cense, both unbegotten.
CAp doffed capitulation and aggression
SIze and small-talk, walk, run, leap, steep, depression,
LIly livers, sore spleen, vim, verve, raw nerve
CAve in, soon sleep, before scored Time's oppression.
Self-perpetuating syndrome seeks
Internal logic which rich sound sense speaks,
Logic egocentric spins sprung top
Ignoring contradictions, ship that leaks.
Caught in maze matrix mortals justify
SIgnificance of dominance ‘neath sky,
LIst their priorities while Nature mocks
CAprice as oceans rise while wells run dry.
See on life's chequerboard of dames and knights
Inane vain critics wrong song poet writes,
Long lacking w[r]it move on from point to point
In chase of name for fame the flaming wights!
CAn moving finger check mate game's displays
SIng on with w[h]ine flask, bread and lisping lays
LIfe spend sans end with epigrams to tease
CAuse and Effect with well sustainèd blaze?
Single-minded and autonomous,
Inhibited, frustrate anonymous,
Locked, cuffed, straightjacket tied, both far and wide
Idealistic driven, infamous,
Careworn, carefree, heretic or saint,
SIren seductive, bright spark, glimmer faint,
Limping, wimping, whimpering or hale,
CArouse and carousel flake pristine paint.
Society seems patterned compromise
Implicit where trust seldom counters lies,
Libido, ambition, mingle, wrangle,
Initiatives once strong soon paralyse.
CAlculations savvy or mistaken,
SIlo full where greed takes home the bacon,
LIce infested, ashes, crust, endowed,
CAmpfire dowsed ends journey undertaken.
Sexploitation's often orthodoxy,
Innovation countered or by proxy
Licit where it bolsters up régime
Inept, swept up in contradictions poxy.
CAlm seems exception to the human rule,
SIck sense of self scorns others, styled as fool,
LIcit and illicit seem defined
CAse by case, with justice stretched as tool.
Strange range rich rhesus pieces, mice and men
Intent upon survival, city zen,
Lout, country bumpkin, slippered pantaloon,
Ironic interplays, time and again
CAll out for explanations: how, why, when,
SIgnification seek threescore and ten,
LInger, fingers' crooked gesticulations
CAncelled check rejected … and then?
Some take as god the fickle Lady Luck,
Imagine Spanish castles, come unstuck,
Look not before the leep then blame fell chance
If game's not won, they try to pass the buck.
Calypso serenade spurt spur advance,
SIdeways some scuttle, subtle pincer dance,
LIdless eyes seek opportunities
Caress great expectations blessed by Chance.
Should time well spent invent kaleidoscope
In hand expand verse band, collide? - O scope!
Let no crimes in my name be here engraved
If once ground down - dug up again sounds dope!
CApacity conundrum from abyss
SIghs upwards with a timeless Kismet kiss,
LInks through the quintessential to prepare
CAse study never muddy, bearing bliss.
Slips startled here from superficial gear
Insist from shallows rise to high idea
Lief soar to skies song sonorous, scarce leave
Intact trite piffle peddled on deaf ear.
CAter not unto the crowds that throng
SIft out spare dross - their loss and not your wrong -
LIght shines as wave vibration penetrates,
CAsts nets which fish with strokes surprising strong.
Stage after stage each inks his page or blots
Insidiously life's book, forget-me-nots
Last rarely - fairly drawn, graffiti torn
Impressions swiftly sink - nor sage, nor sots
CAn be reclaimed from orphan D.N.A.
SIgnals send with no real-time delay,
LIft miracles to commonplace events,
CAnvas dark convert to light of day.
Stage after stage uncoils to serpentine
Inside and out, shoot wide, about turn sign,
Late or early pearly gate appears
Idyll idiotic, tenuous twine.
CAncer or senility? venom vine
SIght closes, quite imposes mortal mine,
LIp service paid to idol, sect, or profit king
CAn't catalyze soiled genes to recombine.
Since, shadow-shapes, we flitter for a space,
Invisible to most, leave little trace
Lasting on environments where change
Is both ends, means, chased way, waste play, disgrace,
CAmeleon each cleaves to flesh and bone,
SImple or complicated, yet alone,
LIstening for some acknowledgement:
CAution to the winds had best be thrown.
Sight is reclaimed, as eyes inflamed surmise
Insight is gleamed, well streamed despite disguise,
Lifting veils beyond which so few see -
Incandescence in a subtle guise.
CApture rapture, for once race is run
SItuation shadow shape and sun
LIttle difference know, so grow to flow,
CAre not for shade when end is light begun.
(19 March 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Inside The Cross of Iron Shadow
Inside The Cross of Iron Shadow
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Shape to Guide Aligned by Light
Formed of Cross Divide of Shadow
Light to Darken The Cross Within
The Dark Surround The Light With Out
Shape To Confine The Shadow Caste Of Iron Cross
Pieced Together The Puzzle Within
Immediate Light of Circumstantial
Fade to Black
Cross Fade to Light
The Sound Staged Within
Shadow Sounds Free of Night
Forged Of Iron Shadow
Holier Than Thou Be This Shadow Cross of Age
Cast of Moon Beam of Light to Burn
Outline of Cross Confines The Shadow Dark
Which Binds A Mind To Light
Fore There In No Way Exist
This One Without The Other Side of Good
As Day to Blackest Night of Evil
As Sun Give Rise to Dawn To Cast Away
The Nightmare Within A Mind Of Day and Shadow
Night of Day To Darkest Cross Beam of Light
To Light A Mind Eclipsed In Shadow
Forever In Light To Dark Shade of Gray Matter
Inside The Cross Of Iron Shadow.
poem by Ricardo Antunes
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My Little Light
I need my little light to shine, for The Savior, all the time,
That light God has put in me, for everyone around to see,
The difference now in my life, in the Light of Jesus Christ,
Each and every place I go, my light for Christ must show.
The light God has put in me, is light that leads to eternity,
A light that leads other men, to know that I'm Born Again,
Born of God's Spirit above, providing all light I speak of,
Light that is all from God, this I say with a confident nod.
A light must shine every place, as we're still under Grace,
In an age where wrong's right, I need to show God's light,
Light shines best in the dark, and it begins with His spark,
From God's light deep within, to be light in a world of sin.
When I'm going through a trial, His light shines, no denial,
Through a trial or in a test, God's light surely shines best,
It is Christ's Light men see, not the strength of you or me,
For in a day when all is wrong, it is His light that is strong.
God's light reflects true peace, that all see doesn't cease,
Peace that is from the Lord, by others, goes not ignored,
As God affords us in this life, to point all to Jesus Christ,
For His light shines anytime, as I'm God's and He is mine.
(Copyright ©05/2012)
Lucky Catch
Once saw a small boy
Hand line a very large fish
Very lucky boy!
With expensive gear
Fisherman cast very far
Not a single fish
'Boy could barely cast'
Remarked the old fisherman
'Just beginners luck'
True about boy's skills.
Could only cast to the fish
Feeding at his feet
Not just gear or skill
To be lucky in fishing:
Fish where the fish are!
poem by Zen Bojczuk
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Point Of Light
Theres a point when you cannot walk away
Theres a darkness that everyone must face
There are heroes whose names we never hear
When you have to stand up
Straight and tall an mean the words you say
It wants to take whats good and fair and lay it all to waste
A dedicated army of quiet volun-teers
Theres a point you must decide just to do it cause its right
And that darkness covers everything in sight
Reaching out to feed the hungry reaching out to save the land
Thats when you be-come a point of light
Until it meets a single point of light
Reaching out to their fellow men.
All it takes is a point of light a ray of hope in the dar-kest night.
If you see whats wrong and you try to make it right
You will be a point of light.
There are dreamers who are making dreams come true
Taking time to teach the children theres nothing they cant do.
Giving shelter to the homeless giving hope to those without.
Isnt that what this lands all about.
One by one form the mountains to the sea points of light
Are calling out to you and me
All it takes is a point of light a ray of hope in the dar-kest night.
If you see whats wrong and you try to make it right
You will be a point of light.
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Kiss The Ground
(ronan ohanlon)
He said everything is wrong
I said nothing bad can last for long
This time Ill bring you to your kneesoh its just like hope
It bites the dust but I believe
Im in the photograph
That hangs up on a shelf
And when the lights are low
I feel just like monroe
And I shine like an angel
For the devil in him
And the chains that surround him
Will disappear
But the light shines on me
But the light shines on me
I kiss the ground I stand on
I move around in circles
You make me glad to be here
I dont wanna go
I kiss the ground I stand on
I move around in circles
Dont let the light shine on me
There was a game we played
To pass the time away
And when the lights were low
Id undress like bardot
For the love of a stranger
With a dangerous side
And the more that I gave him
The more hed desire
So I got up to leave
And he said after me
I know where youre going
I know
Well
So I got up to leave
And he said after me
I know where youre going
I know
Well
I kiss the ground I stand on
I move around in circles
You make me glad to be here
I dont wanna go
I kiss the ground I stand on
I move around in circles
Dont let the light shine on me
Shine on me
Dont let the light
No
Shine on me
song performed by by Tiffany
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Homerun
HOMERUN
From dark to light – one cry.
cot, tot, fine whine, youth tries
to rise, outshine, – strength vies
to test itself far, nigh,
will ever improvise,
wings spread ahead would fly
beyond the common sty.
Ends, means, some justify
as tools to fool, win prize
refusing to downsize
goals which new goals supply,
to grow, while enterprise
won’t sit, knit idly by
would flow to know, apply.
See sun at zenith high
where fair sweep cloudless skies,
fragility belies.
Self on self will rely
And thus we compromise
ourselves – each hour thereby
prepares grief leaf’s demise.
Men, weak “how, what, when, why”
seek to deny, despise
as limits while each eyes
ambitions run awry.
Most fail to realize
fame’s flame soon sinks, falls shy
of promise time can’t buy.
Stagnation by and by
sets in, transforms to ties
what once soared free, - denies
rights others seek would lie,
Inventing alibis
inverting truth stain, dye,
strain, pain, until sparks die.
Still time will onward fly!
Few care to recognize
sunset whet hopes defies, -
dare not, with rules comply, -
scope set cut down to size.
With humour grim and wry
Fate on each whim may spy.
Life’s voyage does imply
page after page time tries
to crop or circumsize -
each stage a wager sly
as cause, effect, in guise
of free choice voice deny
to unborn options! ... Why?
Tide turns, Time’s spring runs dry.
The candle burns. The wise,
the fool, fourscore, fade, - rise
no more, till final cry
whose sense none can disguise.
No echo, no reply...
from light to dark, sole sigh.
9 February 2005
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HOMESPUNBirth Mirth Worth Girth Dearth Earth Berth
From dark to light – one cry, homespun.
Cot, tot, fine whine, youth vies at last
to rise, to shine, – strength tries so fast
to test itself far, nigh, to run
above the common sty or scrum,
tries stratagems devised to cast,
with sun at zenith high, shade vast, ...
ignores Time fleeting by. The sum?
Who fools are, who are wise, succumb.
Who true, who in disguise, outlast
the dreaded drum’s surprise, stand fast
can further innings try? Soon dumb!
Come night, tomb stark, done, lie forgot, – time spun
From light doom dark one sigh, poor lot, – rhyme done!
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Shadow Of A Lonely Man
Lead vocal: john miles
Look at me now, a shadow of the man I used to be
Look through my eyes and through the years of lonliness youll see
To the times in my life when I could not stand to lose, a simple game
And the least of it all was the fortune and the fame
But the dream seemed to end just as soon as it had begun, was I to know?
For the least thing of all that was on my mind, was the close at the
End of the show
The shadow of a lonely man, feels nobody else
In the shadow of a lonely, lonely man
I can see myself
(looking out of nowhere, looking out of nowhere)
But the sounds of the crowds when they come to see me now, is not the same
And the jest of it all is I cant recall my name
But Ill cling to a hope till I cant hold on anymore, anymore
And for all the acclaim I am all alone and I see as I look through the door
The shadow of a lonely man, theres nobody else
In the shadow of a lonely, lonely man
I can see myself
Look at me now, a shadow of the man I used to be
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Homerun - 1060
From dark to light one cry.
cot, tot, fine whine, youth tries
to rise, outshine, strength vies
to test itself far, nigh,
will ever improvise,
wings spread ahead would fly
beyond the common sty.
Ends, means, some justify
as tools to fool, win prize
refusing to downsize
goals which new goals supply,
to grow, while enterprise
won't sit, knit idly by
would flow to know, apply.
See sun at zenith high
where fair sweep cloudless skies,
fragility belies.
Self on self will rely
And thus we compromise
ourselves, each hour thereby
prepares grief leaf's demise.
Men, weak 'how, what, when, why'
seek to deny, despise
as limits while each eyes
ambitions run awry.
Most fail to realize
fame's flame soon sinks, falls shy
of promise time can't buy.
Stagnation by and by
sets in, transforms to ties
what once soared free, - denies
rights others seek would lie,
Inventing alibis
inverting truth stain, dye,
strain, pain, until sparks die.
Still time will onward fly!
Few care to recognize
sunset whet hopes defies,
dare not, with rules comply,
scope set cut down to size.
With humour grim and wry
Fate on each whim may spy.
Life's voyage does imply
page after page time tries
to crop or circumsize,
each stage a wager sly
as cause, effect, in guise
of free choice voice deny
to unborn options! Why?
Tide turns, Time's spring runs dry.
The candle burns. The wise,
the fool, fourscore, fade, rise
no more, till final cry
whose sense none can disguise.
No echo, no reply.
from light to dark, sole sigh.
(9 February 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Stair Case
You may have trodden
A lot of steps and
Read a lot of books
On the life of
A stair case
But when I move up
You step down
When I step up
You move down
The twist of fate,
At a point of time
We never reach
The meeting point
The blissful touch of love
And the soft kiss of peace
We catch
the stages
one by one
after we both left,
We drift away …
The source of conflict
The cause of friction,
When I fall in love
And you rise to hate
Or vice versa
The same face
Of the same idea
The sorry state of fate
Those steps
We both cross
One by one
When you and I left,
Though both of us
We eager to have a
Hand shake on
The differences
On the meeting point
By doing a balancing act
We just need to slow down
A bit of our moves
The centre is waiting
To hold us tight
In longer hug of love
With soft kiss on the lips of peace
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Optimistic in Disguise
I don't see the world so bright
I don't dream the hope so high
Indifference is just too much
I'm optimistic in disguise
I loose my mind to fight
They never care I was so right
Stubbornness is just too hard
I'm optimistic in disguise
I don't need so shiny light
Your pride is no use in night
Loneliness is just too sharp
I'm optimistic in disguise
Your words hum like bees
Poison me to be not me
Narrow-mindedness is just too tight
I'm optimistic in disguise
Take your game and leave me might
Have no mercy to give a sight
The blood is just too cold
I'm optimistic in disguise
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sun-Woman
Let the sun show
over the hills, I love it so
Life is the sun,
the sun is life
let life rise, brightly, slowly, funly
let life never set.
But it does.
light turns to night, the
darkness comes
my eyes close slowly
sun, please don’t go.
please don’t go.
but wait-in the light of the setting sun
I see some hope
a slender shape
walks over the hills in the distance
the sun halls to a stop, seems
to look at the figure
seems to stare, decide if it’s worthy
then the sun starts flying,
back up into the sky.
the figure keeps walking, closer,
closer.
the sun keeps moving, as fast as light itself,
into the middle of the sky above me.
the shape is hope, hope itself
she is light, and for me, the only
way to avoid darkness.
She is not far now, I see her face.
she says, “Are you all right? ”
“Don’t worry, ” I tell her, “the sun is not
my enemy anymore. He is my ally.”
She smiles at my healing face, and then I say,
“You were my hope, you are my hope. You
are my only hope of avoiding the darkness.”
“And you are the same to me, my love, ”
She says.
I jump up and I take her hands,
and I sing, “My love, my hope,
when you go the darkness comes,
but as long as you come back
light will shed on my weary face.
I owe my life to you, Sun-Woman.
I owe my life to you, my love.
I owe my life to you.
I owe my life to you.”
poem by Llew N. Rmail
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At This Point In My Life
Done so many things wrong I dont know if I can do right
Oh i, oh ive
Done so many things wrong I dont know if I can do right
At this point in my life
Ive done so many things wrong I dont know if I can do right
If you put your trust in me I hope I wont let you down
If you give me a chance Ill try
You see its been a hard road the road Im traveling on
And if I take your hand I might lead you down the path to ruin
Ive had a hard life Im just saying it so youll understand
That right now, right now, Im doing the best I can
At this point in my life
At this point in my life
Although Ive mostly walked in the shadows
Im still searching for the light
Wont you put your faith in me
We both know thats what matters
If you give me a chance Ill try
You see Ive been climbing stairs but mostly stumbling down
Ive been reaching high always losing ground
You see Ive been reaching high but always losing ground
You see Ive conquered hills but I still have mountains to climb
And right now right now Im doing the best I can
At this point in my life
Before we take a step
Before we walk down that path
Before I make any promises
Before you have regrets
Before we talk commitment
Let me tell you of my past
All Ive seen and all Ive done
The things Id like to forget
At this point in my life
At this point in my life
Id like to live as if only love mattered
As if redemption was in sight
As if the search to live honestly
Is all that anyone needs
No matter if you find it
You see when Ive touched the sky
The earths gravity has pulled me down
But now Ive reconciled that in this world
Birds and angels get the wings to fly
If you can believe in this heart of mine
If you can give it a try
Then Ill reach inside and find and give you
All the sweetness that I have
At this point in my life
At this point in my life
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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At This Poing In My Life
Done so many things wrong I dont know if I can do right
Oh i, oh ive
Done so many things wrong I dont know if I can do right
At this point in my life
Ive done so many things wrong I dont know if I can do right
If you put your trust in me I hope I wont let you down
If you give me a chance Ill try
You see its been a hard road the road Im traveling on
And if I take your hand I might lead you down the path to ruin
Ive had a hard life Im just saying it so youll understand
That right now, right now, Im doing the best I can
At this point in my life
At this point in my life
Although Ive mostly walked in the shadows
Im still searching for the light
Wont you put your faith in me
We both know thats what matters
If you give me a chance Ill try
You see Ive been climbing stairs but mostly stumbling down
Ive been reaching high always losing ground
You see Ive been reaching high but always losing ground
You see Ive conquered hills but I still have mountains to climb
And right now right now Im doing the best I can
At this point in my life
Before we take a step
Before we walk down that path
Before I make any promises
Before you have regrets
Before we talk commitment
Let me tell you of my past
All Ive seen and all Ive done
The things Id like to forget
At this point in my life
At this point in my life
Id like to live as if only love mattered
As if redemption was in sight
As if the search to live honestly
Is all that anyone needs
No matter if you find it
You see when Ive touched the sky
The earths gravity has pulled me down
But now Ive reconciled that in this world
Birds and angels get the wings to fly
If you can believe in this heart of mine
If you can give it a try
Then Ill reach inside and find and give you
All the sweetness that I have
At this point in my life
At this point in my life
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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All Else is Shadow
Dear, “if you read these lines remember not
the hand that writ”, by Destiny propelled,
for many venture, most are soon forgot,
by Chance or choice to Lethe swift expelled.
The moving finger, spellbound, writes, impelled
to tell the world, - its jealous eyes to dot, -
of one whose talents true cannot be spelled,
all else is shadow, bolt – Time flies – soon shot.
“Age cannot wither, nor can custom stale
her infinite” unique, – both vain and sot
is who would dare to circumscribe her tale.
All praise is superficial and must fail
to sway the heart which on Love’s wind would sail.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Circles
Round and around in circles
that seem to go nowhere,
gives me the feeling I must move along
for there is no time to spare.
If I were moving in a straight line
wherever it was I could define.
But with a circle there's no end in sight.
And so I find it asinine
to reach for a certain point of light.
For my life is a circle and so is yours
and all that we do we've done before.
For a circle continues and never stops
and the end is how we've begun.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Mistaken Priorities - 0973 - Current Version
Mistakes we made are coming home to roost.
too little energy remains to boost.
A la recherche du temps perdu we flee
another act's attacked, the will to see
is often absent from the script, see Proust,
as 'havoc and the guns of war' are loosed.
We flee towards an end both known, unknown,
follow a path which our own past has sown,
here straight, there stony, everywhere its key
to city_zen in tune with Destiny
inscribed in cyphered symbols should be shown
not cast away, wind willy-nilly blown.
But fear of fear too often dissipates
impressions outlined by the hand that Fate's
swift moving finger writes for clarity,
when blind eye's turned, and spurned self charity,
then senseless seem priorities, debates
are blurred where truth all pride of place vacates.
When writing on the wall anticipates
the fall to come, the storm which tumbles dates
from palm oasis in whate'er degree.
mistakes are made as visibility
is lacking, insight dawning far too late
to save the game that Time's tides terminate.
the current lack.
Some look for truth, if truth there be, yet wait
on miracle that must emancipate
the will to change uncertain outlook find,
toil, trouble, hubble-bubble left behind.
But many fool themselves, prevaricate,
berating blindness they'd eliminate.
There's none so blind as those who will not see,
refuse to act where fact is found to be
in contradiction to lip-service paid
to hope for scope and insights wise obeyed
for actions much delayed must compromise
success where false excuse opt out supplies.
Today's priorities tomorrow fade,
turn sour before their zest to rest is laid,
dissolve distorted by Time's tug of war.
What all important seemed one day before,
incorporated into causal braid,
is trumped with basic instincts disobeyed.
Veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid
divorced from light by self-inflicted shade,
with passing sigh to signify too soon
both silver spoon and slum lie dumb, stilled tune.
Mistakes unmended leave man's world afraid
of shadows lack of confidence displayed.
What's left, sewn through waft-weft of life's rapports,
serves not, rots vision clear, fears what's in store
for others, for oneself - life's game is played
with Life ignoring Death's amoral spade.
Timed candle splutters, fame, flame rise no more,
darkness enshrouds those who hope's shutters draw.
(8 April 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Hi Nrg
(i. levine / f. trench)
High energy, your love is lifting me.
Oh, yeah...
High energy, your love is lifting me,
Lifting me high...high...
Oh, so high.
It was only last week when we first met,
And I was walking down the street.
You came up from behind me and I knew
That our eyes were gonna meet.
Thats when I fell into your arms,
Imagine my surprise.
I thought this only happened in fairy-tales,
Love hit me right between the eyes.
Ooh
High energy, your love is lifting me.
Oh, yeah...
High energy, your love is lifting me,
Lifting me high...high...
When you called me on the telephone,
You made my spirits rise.
Im glad the others didnt last;
Its a blessing in disguise.
Every time youre touching me,
It gives me such a thrill.
When I look deep into your eyes,
My heart just cant keep still.
Oh, no, no, no!
High energy, your love is lifting me.
Ooh, yeah... high energy, your love is lifting me,
Lifting me high...high...(oh so high)
All the gold thats in fort knox,
Couldnt buy this happiness.
And with your love, I dont need money,
I dont need success.
I became a victim of a certain love attack.
It happened in the blink of an eye,
And theres no holding back.
No, no ,no ,no!
High energy, your love is lifting me. (oh, yeah)
High energy, your love is lifting me. (oh, yeah...high)
High energy, your love is lifting me. (oh, yeah)
High energy, your love is lifting me.
Lifting me high...
song performed by by Erasure
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Cusps
CUSPS
Cusps convergent redivide
Unexpectedly, conceal
Spiel links. Cause, Effect, reveal
Pre-destination never. None inside
Subtle riddles read, none ride
COherently around rune wheel,
None key, tune into, Future’s weal.
Vainly humankind has tried
Explaining karma to provide
‘Real’ explanations for Life’s reel –
Gu[s]t gest jest conundrum sealed,
Ephemeral both ebb and tide.
Connections karmic can’t collide,
Unerringly rule, school, unreel
Silk threads slippery as eel,
Prepare tomorrows far and wide,
Synchronicity complied.
Crossroads' kismet none repeal,
ON even keel draw curtains, peel
Vision peripheral aside.
Evaluation don't deride -
Response-reaction’s ceaseless meal -
Ground by, from intuitive feel.
Effect? - Coincidence’s bride!
Still writ stays fitting, locks Time’s door,
Will, Wit, ways knitting, clock rhyme's store.
Independant variation of CUSPS CONVERGE
written 10 March 2011
for alternate version see below
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CUSPS CONVERGE
Cusps converge then redivide,
Unexpectedly conceal
Symphonic links Time may reveal
Perchance some day, tune runes inside,
Subtle riddles read. Who’d ride
Concentric ripples round Fate’s wheel,
ON key, in tune with Future’s weal?
Vain mankind has often tried
Effect and Cause to link, provide
‘Real’ explanations for Life’s spiel –
Gust on Time’s breeze Death, Past, fast seal –
Ephemeral both ebb and tide.
Cusps connected can’t collide,
Unique the rule to school, unreel
Silk threads which, slippery as eel,
Prepare tomorrows far and wide,
Synchronic patterns spinn, abide,
Chaos kept on even keel, …
ONe law – or flaw – none can repeal.
Vision peripheral aside
Each should Cause search and not deride
Response-reaction’s ceaseless meal
Ground by and from Fate too few feel.
Effect? - Coincidence’s bride!
Still stays writ, fit lock for Time’s sandy wall,
Will, Ways, Wit, knit knock, door, key, rhymes, and all...
Convergency men seize upon to show
One moment their superiority
Next time, when thwarted, claim 'bad luck', blame, see
Vicious circle, counterfeited flow.
Each act is judged upon what 'chance' may sow,
Responsibility depends on ends, means, meeting key
Grandeur, defeat, or opportunity,
ENigmas solved or fallow fields' dust blow.
To 'Fate' hard knocks, to 'self' praise due, view crow!
Come double standards, rewrite history
Ordaining 'hindsight' loco parentis
Unique divinity above, below.
No credibility's accorded judgement which
TERgiversation shows twixt stitch or swich.
acrostic sonnets CUSPS CONVERGE written
8 March 2005 revised with final sonnet CONVERGENT COUNTER added 27 May 2008
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Cusps Converge Poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Aeroplane and Its Shadow
An hour before noon
Southward bound
Aircraft in landing mode
I look out the window
Lo behold
Tree tops and buildings
And the green meadows
A moving shadow
Follows my flight
A few hundred miles
An hour I move
Speed of the shadow
Matches my speed.
No light, no shadow
Nor an eclipse
Life without shadow's
Life without light
Light, object, shadow
An intimate link.
Runway in sight
Chase continues
Anxious wait's
For the moment of truth
When the faithful shadow
Will meet its master
Object from space
With amazing grace
A welcome voice
Relief on face
Jouney's segment
Happy and safe.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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