Seasonal Trampoline
SEASONAL TRAMPOLINE
Joy joins imagination, seeks
serenity, at last
creating wonder, world which speaks
renewal. Very fast,
wintry woes which weighed for weeks
are banished to dark past.
Awareness reaches plateau, peaks
before horizons vast
boundless, cloudless, rebirth leaks
from blossom, bird, sky, grass.
Joy springs trampoline - sad cheeks
bleak, teary, overcast.
3 May 2010
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Blossom Comes with Spring - 1378
Joy and imagination here would seek
Attainment and serenity, at last
Creating through a wonder word world fast
Karmic fusion where two minds may speak
Intensely, neither verbally nor weak.
Expectations high were, in the past,
Countered by betrayal - world which vast
Had seemed became less trusting, sprang a leak,
Although awareness reached fresh plateau peak.
Need for self-trust, priority forecast,
Combining choice with voice, full sails, strong mast,
Heart high held here hopes harmony. Hurt bleak
At present fades preparing future fair,
New blossom comes with spring, warms everywhere.
(17 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tramp
I jump on the trampoline
And land on my back
And the stars in the sky move
And for just one second I'm in control
(June 19,2010)
poem by Percy Flage
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The Path In The Sky
True love never ends; it has no beginning,
If you quarrel with a dear one you will make amends
And I’m trying to give love to someone other than me.
The road is mine to choose, I choose the one of friendship
And I hope I’m strong enough to walk in these shoes;
I hope to become half the person I aspire to be.
There is no fate to guide me; no one shows me the way when I’m misdirected,
So I’ll walk on my own until I find someone that’ll make me feel connected.
Because in a loving hand I’ll take my final stand,
With others I’ll be strong enough to say and do all.
Cannot outrun my past; caches up to me too fast,
Don’t need a trampoline to touch the sky; used to jump now I fly.
Sometimes when I’m drowning in the blue river,
I can feel the touch of a friendly hand
And they’re giving me hope, teaching me to love again.
I hope others can see in me the kind of person that I want to be,
So please accept the best and the worst of me
And soon enough I’ll be the person I should be.
Not being alone is such a fleeting state,
It makes me feel high and without any hate.
In a loving hand I’ll take my final stand,
With others I’ll be strong enough to say and do all.
Cannot outrun my past; caches up to me too fast,
Don’t need a trampoline to touch the sky; used to jump now I fly.
poem by Lenore Lee
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Home, Sweet Home
HOME, SWEET HOME
The rusty radiator leaks,
paint peals in sodden streaks,
sharp mouse, beneath bleak floorboards, squeaks,
the end result just reeks!
Warped window panes, if not antiques,
are holey, front door creaks,
we’re far too far from chic boutiques,
unknown are arab sheiks.
The port side neighbour seldom speaks
to cliques to starboard, piques
between old hippies and poor geeks
seem standard stress techniques.
Their frequent quarrels rise to shrieks,
as each one 'justice seeks'.
I haven't lived here many weeks,
Warm rooms elsewhere lost soul now seeks.
21 June 1975 revised 22 February 2009
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HOME, SWEET HOME
The rusty radiator leaks,
paint peals in sodden streaks,
a mouse, beneath the floorboards, squeaks,
the end result just reeks!
The neighbours' quarrels rise to shrieks,
as each one 'justice seeks'.
I haven't lived here many weeks,
Warm rooms elsewhere my soul now seeks.
21 June 1975
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Banished Wolf
Banished wolf chased off from her home
Banished wolf left with no place to roam
Banished wolf lies in the cold rain
Banished wolf tries to ease her pain
Banished wolf begins to cry
Banished wolf wants to die
Banished wolf tries to stop her tears
Banished wolf drowns in her fears
Banished wolf felt her world grow black
As her lover cried death just before the attack
Banished wolf licks her wounds
While her whole world is falling to ruins
Banished wolf cleans her cut
And as she does so her pain ease somewhat
Banished wolf wears her scars
Through a life full of years instead of hours
Banished wolf let the past be the past
Banished wolf left the gloom that it cast
Banished wolf lives her life today
And she would not have it anyother way
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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It's like trying to pin down a kangaroo on a trampoline.
quote by Sid Waddell
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Mystiques: Amor Omnia Vincit
He peeks
she physiques
beaut... ekes.
Miss tweaks.
She seeks,
he techniques
boutiques.
They cheek to cheek.
He speaks...
it creaks
her creeks
He streaks,
She shrieks
He peaks.
For weeks
She knows
He sows
She glows,
He flows
She checks,
He checks,
Check-mate sex.
He peeks
She seeks
They cheek to cheek...
She checks his cheques.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sweet Silence Speaks
At the brink of the midnight
When every mortal sleeps
When voices turn their faces
Then the sweet silence speaks
With the onset of the moonlight
Slowly deserting the streets
When the noises are duped
Then the sweet silence speaks
When the zephyrs are high
At the snow covered peaks
And the voices get numb
Then the sweet silence speaks
I desperately wait to meet her
Through days and all through the weeks
I really die to hear her voice
And then the sweet silence speaks
Through an edge of a dream
When my sweety slowly peaks
All of a sudden I wake up
When the sweet silence speaks
poem by Sumeet Mukherjee
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If you could build a house on a trampoline, that would suit me fine.
quote by Alan Rickman
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Tapped or Trapped or Rapped?
The world, when wide, demanded empires vast.
Economies of scale appeared to be
uneven, and applied imperfectly,
as sound and fury buttressed ruling caste.
But times have changed, fresh horoscopes are cast,
Pluto downsized, Galileo, Copernicus, Vinci,
excommunicating Ptolemy.
This does not mean we’ve banished to the past
self-centered viewpoints, understood at last
small rhymes with beauty, ending poverty.
Newton, then Einstein, new technology
engendered, superstitions overcast.
One constant challenge cannot be bye-passed, -
Man’s nature alters slowly, ‘progress’ fast.
Man’s nature alters slowly, but Mankind
is t[r]apped within a spiral none control.
Few men pretend to understand the role
they’re meant to play, and ‘constantly’ we find
old infrastructures fissure. Though the mind
grows outwards while the race would race to bowl
all trace of old established tenets. Soul –
if soul there be – seems out at ‘see’, purblind
become, while standards must be redefined
against a background where, from pole to pole,
the sole remaining constant – change – no goal
dares guarantee, with ‘Change’ ‘Chance’ intertwined.
Interdisciplinary walls fall fast,
Past’s foundation bulwarks overcast.
12 December 1991 revised 12 October 2006
poem by Jonathan Robin
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On A Plateau Leaving
On a plateau leaving...
Are those who stood by to warn,
And 'suggest'...
Times to leave behind,
Limiting and upsetting pettiness...
Would overnight,
Be as useless as a waste of breath.
On a plateau leaving,
Are those who have achieved...
A higher consciousness.
And not one is looking to find,
Anyone from fading times...
Who did not have this addressed.
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving,
Those who are commited to defeat and confine.
And...
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving,
Those who are commited to defeat and confine.
And...
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving.
Yes...
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving behind.
And...
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving
On a plateau leaving,
Are those in a new state of mind.
And...
On a plateau leaving.
On a plateau leaving.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Novacaine
the taste of your fingers
digging in the dirt
the touch of your hair
falling down your shirt
the smell of your skin
blowing across the bed
the gasping of your breath
the silence never said
the silence never said
you are my chocolate
you are my Magdelene
you are my Everest
jumping on your trampoline
you are my daybreak
falling down like summer rain
you are my flash of life
you are my novacaine
you are my novacaine
the hunger of your silent
staring in the night
the hurt in your breaking
like a string drawn too tight
the beauty in your years
wrapped inside my lifeline
the softness of your lips
lost inside of mine
lost inside of mine
you are my chocolate
you are my Magdelene
you are my Everest
jumping on your trampoline
you are my daybreak
falling down like summer rain
you are my flash of life
you are my novacaine
you are my novacaine...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Beyond The Horizons...
Beyond these trees tall and these fields green
I see the horizons a strange sight.
It`s the marriage of the sky and the earth.
A gaze tranquilises my pains.
And I am transported into a world of bliss.
Beyond the the pride of the seen around
Lingers the ego of the unknown!
Banished from the joys of the little ones
My adulthood explores the heights far still
And a strange smile conquers on my face.
Beyond the horizons I see nothing now
Perhaps I need those glimpses later.
The present will soon begin to impoverish me
Delighting the egos of my inner self
And then I shall fly unto the world beyond the horizons.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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The Second Ark (a poem for children)
there is a school for young children
known as the Second Ark
if I am ever a 4 year old again
I will request the Ark
the kids draw pictures
they cook, they sing and they count to ten in Spanish
they jump on a trampoline to help people
it's just a school but it looks like heaven
if I could graduate from the Ark
I would carry everything in my head
and bring it to the rest of the world
poem by Lee Crowell
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When I was 12, all I wanted for Christmas was a trampoline or a four-wheeler. I ended up getting both presents for Christmas.
quote by Chris Brown
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Lay Here
laying in the grass
the grass that quitely speaks
speaks to me
about LIFE
life is real
life is fake
life is everything
life is hard to explain
you live then you die
the grass lays and brakes to the wind
the WIND
the wind is soft
the wind is hard
the wind is everywhere
can you follow the wind?
can you be everywhere?
i lay and remember
remember my PAST
the past is mine
the past is yours
i share the past with you
so can i remember 'my' past?
as i talked to the grass
i realized that the
that befor the day i die
i will not see and know everything
i will not have been everywhere
but i will have a shared past with 'her'
a life, a life to tell others
to past down my wisdom
MY LIFE IN MY MIND IS MINE
The Sea
The Sea.
I was an orphan lost on the vast plateau
of land till I came to the coast and saw
the sea wench all beginnings sprang;
yet I swim close to shore where the sea
is clear and has no dark, mysterious spots,
she is a greedy mother her love is total;
she hates land that stole her off springs,
hammers shores and will not desist and
be at ease before all is gone.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Awareness, Now!
awareness...
walking in awareness,
breathing in awareness,
giving in awareness,
touching in awareness,
listening in awareness,
doing in awareness,
speaking in awareness,
living in awareness....
awareness,
......now!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Spell For Creation
Within the flower there lies a seed,
Within the seed there springs a tree,
Within the tree there spreads a wood.
In the wood there burns a fire,
And in the fire there melts a stone,
Within the stone a ring of iron.
Within the ring there lies an O,
Within the O there looks an eye,
In the eye there swims a sea,
And in the sea reflected sky,
And in the sky there shines the sun,
Within the sun a bird of gold.
Within the bird there beats a heart,
And from the heart there flows a song,
And in the song there sings a word.
In the word there speaks a world,
A world of joy, a world of grief,
From joy and grief there springs my love.
Oh love, my love, there springs a world,
And on the world there shines a sun,
And in the sun there burns a fire,
Within the fire consumes my heart,
And in my heart there beats a bird,
And in the bird there wakes an eye,
Within the eye, earth, sea and sky,
Earth, sky and sea within an O
Lie like the seed within the flower.
poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Light...
at the present
you are filled with so much worries
this is not necessary
if you are inside it
do not drown yourself with the fullness of its words
torrents are always there
no matter where
come to think of it
when we were once young and new to this world
we are preoccupied with so much fun
we never had time
reflecting our smooth skins
on that mirror
of sorrow
some people who are lost in the present
trace their way back to the past
for some reminders
that times are not that bleak and dark
that this world is not just made of waste and garbage
or that this sun always
shines faithfully for
everyone
always
there is no such thing as overwhelming grief
neither is happiness
that plenary
that there is no more space for
its presence
relax my dear
find a nook and breathe
light always leaks its
way out
into your closing
eyes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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