Solely Soluble Soliton Soul Solutions
From tryst trust reel’s revealing years
Time’s aeon yugs tug laughs from tears,
towards twinned timeless insight streams
instant intense prolonged by dreams.
Man’s chains may melt. Free voice rejoices
as sole twins soul - (man, maid, girl, boy says) .
From ripple rings, forms plastic spring,
so[u]litons that run through everything.
Towards belonging cosmos rushes
star sparkle startles, hush, blush lush is,
as ‘what was’, ‘is’ ‘will be’ links chain
keys streams OUR dreams’ refrain retain …
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Chain Of Fools (feat. Pointer Sisters)
Clint Black & The Pointer Sisters
Chain chain chains (Chain chain chains)
Chain chain chains (Chain chain chains)
Chain chain chain
Chain of fools
For four long years
I thought you were my man
But I found out
I'm just a link in your chain.
You got me where you want me
I ain't nothin but your fool
You treated me mean
Oh, you treated me cruel.
Chain chain chain (Chain chain chains)
Chain of fools
Every chain
Has got a weak link
I might be weak child
Oh, but I'll give you strength.
OOh. OOh.
You told me to leave you alone
My mother said, come on home
My doctor said, take it easy
But your lovin' is much too strong
I'm added to your.
Chain chain chain (Chain chain chains)
Chain chain chain (Chain chain chains)
Chain chain chain
Chain of fools.
--- Instrumental ---
One of these mornings
That chain is gonna break
But up until then
I'm goin'a take all I can take, oh yeah.
Chain chain chain (Chain chain chains)
Chain chain chain (Chain chain chains)
Chain chain chain
Chain of fools.
Chain chain chain (Chain chain chains)
Chain chain chain (Chain chain chains)
Chain chain chain
Chain of fools, oh yeah...
--- Instrumental with oops till fade ---
song performed by by Clint Black
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Loneliness Revealed
Loneliness apart from countless charms -
0nly sadness stays. Once each other's arms
NEw joys announced each day. Naught comforts heart
Lonely left bereft, dreams far apart.
Intense pain reigns, lost happiness disarms
Novel's happy ending, singed sing no psalms.
Eternal dark shrouds quest for counterpart -
Sole way where soul-play joins twinned yin-yang part,
Sharing warp weft web, uniting palms
Remaining clasped together. Heart's hope
Essence singed, once spanned heart's spectrum chart.
Vain is nostalgia, nothing can impart
Essential emotions Time's effect embalms
As memories are deep-frozen. Nothing calms.
Links two once knew seem closed, dreams put on ice,
EDited out is tender wedding white.
(5 March 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Nobody Can Take My Dreams From Me
(Danoff)
There are minstrels and beggars, poems in the sight of the king.
Sometimes they sleep in the daytime, come out in the night time and sing.
They come into the castle, through whatever window they can find, they come into your mind.
Dreams of flying, dreams of being free. No one can take my dreams from me.
No one can take my dreams from me.
You can bind me in chains, lock me up in a jailhouse to rot.
And if you come to see me, you might think I'm there but I am not.
They can sail into prison, find their way through any basement door, they can offer you more.
Dreams of flying, dreams of being free. No one can take my dreams from me.
No one can take my dreams from me.
You can take my money, take my reputation, can even take my color TV,
no one can take my dreams from me. No one can take my dreams from me.
No one can take my dreams from me.
song performed by by John Denver
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Sundog Cataract
What seems sundog high by spry cataract
deserves a deeper look. Another light
reveals imagination's flow intact
Speed current echoes time's trip, clouds take flight
Waterfalls with dreams may interact
catalyze sense streams to spring insight
stimulate synaptic leaps spray backed
enhancing surf spill spells, responses bright
show space where cataract wraith-wracked
blinded with self-denial dark. Winged white
eddies fantastic, swirl-whirl, fears backtracked
ring confidence to share, bring twinned delight
Time riffles rift, strange spume fast sprays, gifts room
Rhyme ripples swift, change dooms past's plays, lifts gloom
10 September 2011
From Cataract to Enhanced Perceptions through Cataract
Acrostic Maude Corrieras
May what to some sunset on cataract
Appears at first sight, seen in other light
Unveils anticipation not the act
Draws sunrise, current's flow, woe's clouds in flight.
Each waterfall dreams stimulates, intact
Catalyzes stream sense, springs insight.
One's neverneverland? Blend nuance backed?
Revealed enchantment spills surf's answers bright
Revealing zones where mist before seemed wracked
In doubt and self-denial. Surf's wings white,
Eddies fantastical, swirl-whirl fears backtracked,
Ripple confidence, key shared delight.
Answers riffle home, fresh foam may flow
Splicing known once sown with what tomorrows show
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The girl of my dreams
I met the girl of my dreams
I held her, I love her, but that wasn’t a dream
She made me feel so special inside
Now I feel like a failure inside
The girl of my dreams was so pretty and pure
The girl of my dreams was so perfect
The girl in my dreams is everything I want
The girl in my dreams is everything that is right
The girl in my dreams talked with me
The girl in my dreams is named Dee
The girl in my dreams showed me who I am
The girl in my dreams showed me what love is
The girl in my dreams showed me how to love
The girl in my dreams I love so much
The girl of my dreams I love you so
The girl of my dreams I hate that you let go
The girl of my dreams you are so rare
The girl of my dreams you for me
The girl of my dreams without life doesn’t seem right
The girl of my dreams without you why put up the fight
The girl of my dreams without you I am not whole
The girl of my dreams without you I feel like I am in a hole.
The girl of my dreams, you are for me
The girl of my dreams is Dee.
poem by Jonathan Pendley
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3 Chains O Gold
If I dont think about the fact that she left me
If I dont see the pearls fall from the sky
If I dont hear the accusations of blasphemy
If I dont feel the tears in my eyes
This is the best day of my life
U say ull call me and then and then u dont
Ill want 2 kiss u and then I wont
We both do nothing and call it love
Is this love?
Is this love?
This morning I wanted a cup of coffee
But I didnt have any cream
Last night I wanted some inspiration
But I didnt have any dreams
Coupled with the fact that u belong 2 another
Whose name is self-righteousness
So evil girl, if one of us has a date
With the undertaker, which one will it be?
U can cry 4 ever, but ull get no sympathy
This is the best day of my life
Ive got 3 chains o gold
And they will shine 4 ever
They are the nucleus of my soul
Melt down, no, they will never
Ive got 3 chains o gold
And they will shine 4 ever
They are the nucleus of my soul
Melt down, no, they will never
Give back the chains - if you dont you will die
Nothing should come between you and i
Ive got 3 chains o gold
And they will shine 4 ever
If one of us has 2 go
U will go before me
If one of us has 2 go (3 chains o gold)
U will go before me
(3 chains o gold)
U will go before me, baby (they will shine 4 ever)
Cuz I sho nuff say u will
(3 chains o gold)
(u will go before me)
(u will go before me)
(u will go before me)
(u will go before me)
Ive got 3 chains o gold
They gonna shine...
Forever, forever, forever
(3 chains o gold)
song performed by by Prince
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Thru The Void Of Cosmos
I shall throw my caged
Worn-out, faded poems,
Thru the void of cosmos;
In a cage, to move around
In weightlessness, in,
Never ending darkness;
In timeless lone space,
They will cry; their tears,
Will turn into cloud...
At last, like the rain drops
They will fall on the
Seeds of my sown dreams..
Shoots will spring up,
By the tender, cool
Touch of the drops,
From deep slumber!
My poems will thus
Take rebirth in new
Forms, my lost poems.....
My cosmic, rare love!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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From Cataract to Enhanced Perceptions through Cataract
May what to some sunset on cataract
Appears at first sight, seen in other light
Unveils anticipation not the act -
Draws sunrise, current's flow, woe's clouds in flight.
Each waterfall dreams stimulates, intact
Catalyzes stream sense, springs insight.
One's neverneverland? Blend nuance backed?
Revealed enchantment spills surf's answers bright
Revealing zones where mist before seemed wracked
In doubt and self-denial. Surf's wings white,
Eddies fantastical, swirl-whirl fears backtracked,
Ripple confidence, key shared delight.
Answers riffle home, fresh foam may flow
Splicing known once sown with what tomorrows show...
From Cataract to Enhanced Perceptions through Cataract
Acrostic Maude Corrieras
7 September 2009
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see variation written 10 September 2011
Sundog Cataract
What seems sundog high by spry cataract
deserves a deeper look. Another light
reveals imagination's flow intact.
Speed current echoes time's trip, clouds take flight.
Waterfalls with dreams may interact,
catalyze sense streams to spring insight,
stimulate synaptic leaps spray backed,
enhancing surf spill spells, responses bright,
show space where cataract wraith-wracked
blinded with self-denial dark. Winged white
eddies fantastic, swirl-whirl, fears backtracked,
ring confidence to share, bring twinned delight.
Time riffles rift, strange spume fast sprays, gifts room,
Rhyme ripples swift, change dooms past's plays, lifts gloom.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Who Hesitates is Lost
Four lettered word is hesitate
afraid great hopes earn ashen grate.
bright star turned char, flight's broken chain
with sunshine's reign's replaced by rain.
Haste not, nor waste, reciprocate
true trust which won't prevaricate.
Â
Tasted keenly, lost love, pain
one-sided seem again, again,
yet dreams could well anticipate
life's scheme ahead when - not too late -
tail's tale spins heads when two, wed, gain
twinned soul idyllic. Don't complain
time leaves tears, grieves. At any rate
wait not, knock on, till open gate.
(9 September 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Of All Life's States Supreme
Each days spent's play in trances to teach all nightly dreams
no light know where fair glances are absent, rarest gleams
unite free-flights bright streams, reverse sad circumstances,
enchanting spell Life's schemes, link heart to heart. True chance is
response to Love's advances in harmony which beams
from twinned souls sparked advances from Earth to airy streams.
As strawberries and cream, Time's whipped, unzipped romance is
personnified dream themes luck plucks, unending dances.
Affection's fairest stance is love's joyous damascene,
sublime state which perchance is of all life's states supreme.
Eyes glued to bright eyes team here as happiness enhances
surprise cued through shared theme that distance, Time, surpasses.
Romance sheds frontiers, years, tears, hope scope finds
translates to seventh heaven's sublime signs.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Deserted Cities Of The Heart
By jack bruce and pete brown
Upon this street where time has died.
The golden treat you never tried.
In times of old, in days gone by.
If I could catch your dancing eye.
It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my hearts drowned in no love streams, yeah.
The street is cold, its trees are gone.
The storys told the dark has won.
Once we set sail to catch a star.
We had to fail, it was too far.
Chorus
I felt the wind shout like a drum.
You said, my friend, loves end has come.
It couldnt last, had to stop.
You drained it all to the last drop.
Chorus
Now my hearts drowned in no love streams, yeah.
On this dark street the sun is black.
The winter life is coming back.
On this dark street its cold inside.
Theres no retreat from time thats died.
It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my hearts drowned in no love streams, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now my hearts drowned in no love streams, yeah.
Now my hearts drowned in no love.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Deserted Cities Of The Heart
By jack bruce and pete brown
Upon this street where time has died.
The golden treat you never tried.
In times of old, in days gone by.
If I could catch your dancing eye.
It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my hearts drowned in no love streams, yeah.
The street is cold, its trees are gone.
The storys told the dark has won.
Once we set sail to catch a star.
We had to fail, it was too far.
Chorus
I felt the wind shout like a drum.
You said, my friend, loves end has come.
It couldnt last, had to stop.
You drained it all to the last drop.
Chorus
Now my hearts drowned in no love streams, yeah.
On this dark street the sun is black.
The winter life is coming back.
On this dark street its cold inside.
Theres no retreat from time thats died.
It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my hearts drowned in no love streams, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now my hearts drowned in no love streams, yeah.
Now my hearts drowned in no love.
song performed by by Cream
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No Dreams
What would we do if we had no dreams?
No themes, no streams, no things to play
With; Darkness all and all around.
No colourful thoughts, no shining streams,
No happy hours, those bright and gay;
No listening to the cheerful sound.
Of flowers showing their natural themes,
Of water falling in to stay;
Towards nothingness, we are bound.
To lose these lively things; it seems
Is the thing to do in this young day;
In filth of veracity, we are drowned.
What would we do if we had no dreams?
No themes, no streams, no things to play
With; Darkness all and all around.
poem by Osama Waqar
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Painted Dreams...
As sleep envelopes the mind, dreams commence,
The artist within paints the landscape of my dream.
A fantasy land of lush green grass and fresh summer blooms,
My spirit warmed by the golden rays of sunlight.
It is neither night nor day, but a timeless twilight,
A time that exists between the waking and the sleeping world.
My lifes story unfolds upon this canvas of painted dreams,
My hopes and fears, my lonliness, my dreams and all my desires.
All I have ever been, all that I could ever be,
A timeless portrate of a dreamers deepest desires...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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The Quiet Fire
Quite is the fire,
Quite are the dreams,
Quite are the passions, the laughter and the streams.
Quite is the fire that sooths the moment.
Quite is the fire it's like a snow bird in flight,
Lie still, lie still and take in the moment.
For we shall remember how to dream, it's like watching a
Quite is the fire…
For a quite fire is like timeless echoes in the winds.
A quite fire can soothe a lonely soul in passing.
Quite is the fire…
A quite fire can take you over in a moment, it is magic,
A quite fire can burn deep within your soul for hope,
For peace and for love,
Quite is the fire to hear a silent whisper and think of love.
Quite is the fire.
Quite is the moment
Quite is the time for laughter
Quite is the time for hope
Quite is the time for passion
A quite fire is like timeless echoes in the winds.
poem by Sushana Vittaldev
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A Soft Ibo Girl
I swear she is not just in dreams
or in my wet fantasies.
Though my hope may flow more than streams
and my dreams can fill the seas.
She exists, she does for real.
She walks the streets in flesh and blood.
Her smile always a fine deal
from a clean heart so fine and broad.
How can I make you believe me?
That my dreams can grow two legs.
Drop the world and now follow me,
take my baskets for your eggs.
Twitter has her as a sweet girl,
I do as a soft Ibo girl.
poem by Ray Anyasi
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Lady of My Dreams
Let signal sparkle slip between silk sheets
And message mind which finds intentions clear,
Daily sought though thought still to appear,
Yet somehow ever present. This defeats
Our understanding, nonetheless completes
Fine-tuned intuitions hinting cheer.
Magically she’ll grace this lower sphere,
Yearned, here on Earth, seems heaven-sent. Conceits
Defeat ambitions as one rarely meets
Recall, prompts karmic. Time deletes most. Fear
Endangers fancied links that disappear.
Awakening masks dreams’ forgotten sweets.
Mayhap map heart has charted day and night
Shows sharing twins to spin soul’s true delight …
(24 October 1992 revised 31 December 2008/for previous version see below)
Lady of My Dreams
Let your sparkle slip between the sheets
And etch within my mind your message clear.
Daily sought it was, still to appear,
Yet somehow ever present. This defeats
Our understanding, nonetheless completes
Fine-tuned intuitions showing, dear,
Magically you grace this lower sphere.
You, here on Earth, seem heaven-sent. Conceits
Dreams seldom spring to life, one rarely meets
Reminders karmic. Time deletes most. Fear
Endangers fancied links that disappear
Awakening brings longing, half-forgotten sweets.
Mayhap map heart charted day and night
Shows you as twin to spin soul’s true delight …
(24 October 1992 – acrostic sonnet Lady of my dreams)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Summer Day
I
The dawn laughs out on orient hills
And dances with the diamond rills;
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs
The silken, beaded gossamers;
In the wide valleys, lone and fair,
Lyrics are piped from limpid air,
And, far above, the pine trees free
Voice ancient lore of sky and sea.
Come, let us fill our hearts straightway
With hope and courage of the day.
II
Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,
Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower,
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship
With the ripe blossom of her lip;
All silent are her poppied vales
And all her long Arcadian dales,
Where idleness is gathered up
A magic draught in summer's cup.
Come, let us give ourselves to dreams
By lisping margins of her streams.
III
Adown the golden sunset way
The evening comes in wimple gray;
By burnished shore and silver lake
Cool winds of ministration wake;
O'er occidental meadows far
There shines the light of moon and star,
And sweet, low-tinkling music rings
About the lips of haunted springs.
In quietude of earth and air
'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer.
poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Men Improve With The Years
I AM worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;
And all day long I look
Upon this lady's beauty
As though I had found in a book
A pictured beauty,
pleased to have filled the eyes
Or the discerning ears,
Delighted to be but wise,
For men improve with the years;
And yet, and yet,
Is this my dream, or the truth?
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth!
But I grow old among dreams,
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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When I Was A Boy
When I was a baby I hadnt a care in the world,
When I was a baby I hadnt a care in the world,
But now Im a man, my troubles fill my head,
But now Im a man, my troubles fill my head,
When I was five it was good to be alive,
When I was five it was good to be alive,
But now Im a man, I wish that I were dead.
But now Im a man, I wish that I were dead.
My how time rushes by,
My how time rushes by,
The moment youre born you start to die,
The moment youre born you start to die,
Time waits for no man,
Time waits for no man,
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
As I sit here at my window,
As I sit here at my window,
My life comes back to me,
My life comes back to me,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long.
Its been so long.
And I count up all the wasted years,
And I count up all the wasted years,
The hopes and the fears,
The hopes and the fears,
The laughs and the tears,
The laughs and the tears,
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.
When I was a boy I had the mind of a boy,
When I was a boy I had the mind of a boy,
But now Im a man, aint got no mind at all,
But now Im a man, aint got no mind at all,
When I was in my teens I had my share of dreams,
When I was in my teens I had my share of dreams,
But now Im a man, aint got no dreams at all.
But now Im a man, aint got no dreams at all.
My how time rushes by,
My how time rushes by,
The moment youre born you start to die,
The moment youre born you start to die,
Time waits for no man,
Time waits for no man,
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
As I sit here at my window,
As I sit here at my window,
My life comes back to me,
My life comes back to me,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long.
Its been so long.
And I count up all the wasted years,
And I count up all the wasted years,
The hopes and the fears,
The hopes and the fears,
The laughs and the tears,
The laughs and the tears,
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.
song performed by by Who
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