Spurn Ambitions
SPURN AMBITIONS
Ambitions spurn, where man on man would prey,
most gifts seem sterile where two hearts can't share,
all phrases empty where there’s none to care: -
best let the heart lead head along Time’s way.
Life offers much, though who takes should repay.
20 June 1991
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Let Heart lead Head
Ambitions spurn, should man on man blind prey?
Sterile most gifts, where true hearts may not share,
phrases echo empty where none to care: -
best let the heart lead head along Time's way.
Life offers much, though who takes should repay
without delay, of bias, prejudice beware!
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12 November 1990 revised 20 January 2012 for previous version see below
Let Heart lead Head
Ambitions spurn, should man on man blind prey?
Sterile most gifts, where true hearts may not share,
all phrases empty where there’s none to care: -
best let the heart lead head along Time’s way.
Life offers much, though who takes should repay
without delay – of prejudice beware!
12 November 1990
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Not For A Single Entity
If you can see the unattainable.
Set forth an embark for someone to continue on when you're gone.
Sometimes a single life time is not enough.
So share in our goals and ambitions to really achieve what we desire.
Not for single entity.
But for the entire humanity.
One can not predict the future.
But one can generate it.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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It would be difficult to have any unfulfilled ambitions because I don't have any ambitions. I've never been that kind of performer.
Find Focus 1728
Few self-selected boundaries secure
success against distortions. Envy, greed
may undermine intentions fine, immure
great goals from circumspection's jesses freed.
Need's great when limits grate, for cynosure.
Where moderation frets, ambitions feed
appetites which waste, haste immature,
potential spendthrift squandered. To succeed,
spurn sinecure, forthrightness fair ensure,
refusing pride's possession, purblind lead
feeding views subjective, premature.
Find focus as unbiased instincts guide.
Way's narrow, high's temptation's signing fee
between the devil and the deep blue sea.
(11 April 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Serving
Please tell me how to serve you.
What do I have to share?
It is the way, I can thank The One,
Who always has been there.
Should I speak your words of kindness?
Should I speak your words of love?
Should I share with my brothers and sisters
My gift from up above?
Should I find one that I follow?
And let him take the lead.
Be an apprentice to the gardener
That's planting all your seeds?
Should I give most of my earnings?
Should I give someone my time?
Should I give my love, my life You gave?
Or give Your messages in my rhymes?
Should I show someone Your mercy?
Even though they've done me wrong.
And show them they still have a place.
In Your flock's where they belong.
Should I sacrifice my person.
And then lay down my life.
To fight for what You say is right.
Regardless of it's strife.
Should I go and join Your mission.
Help the needy and the poor.
To make someone's life better.
Better than before.
Should I show someone discernment.
And give them my insight.
To help them through their battle.
Become a soldier in their fight.
Do you need me to be a leader?
To guide all of your sheep.
Lead them all when they're awake.
And protect them while they sleep.
I know that surely I've been blessed.
With my gifts because you care.
But what makes my gifts so beautiful.
They are the gifts want to share.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Here & Now
Here and now
Is the way I live
Unafraid of
What life gives
And there have been times in my life
I couldnt see a difference
In pain or in joy
Or in sun or in rain
They just seem the same
But Im only human
Branded by my ambitions
But Im going to make it
Here and now
Is the way I live
With an open heart and mind
So many intentions
In this life I could have followed
But one of those
Paths must lead to your heart
Here and now
Is the way I live
Unafraid of
What life gives
Respect things I dont understand
So many intentions
In this life I could have followed
But one of those
Paths must lead to your heart
Here and now
(here and now)
Here and now
song performed by by N Sync
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Polyhymnia: Sonnet
His golden locks time hath to silver turn'd;
O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd,
But spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees;
And lovers' sonnets turn'd to holy psalms,
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are age his alms:
But though from court to cottage he depart,
His saint is sure of his unspotted heart.
And when he saddest sits in homely cell,
He'll teach his swains this carol for a song:
"Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,
Curst be the souls that think her any wrong."
Goddess, allow this aged man his right,
To be your beadsman now that was your knight.
poem by George Peele
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A Farewell to Arms (To Queen Elizabeth)
HIS golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd;
O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd,
But spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees;
And, lovers' sonnets turn'd to holy psalms,
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are Age his alms:
But though from court to cottage he depart,
His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart.
And when he saddest sits in homely cell,
He'll teach his swains this carol for a song,--
'Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,
Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.'
Goddess, allow this aged man his right
To be your beadsman now that was your knight.
poem by George Peele
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Sonnet: Life’s Ambitions
If Life's a ship at sea with rafts and sail;
Our ambitions, the crew who steer it through;
And chance comes as a Wind or mighty gale,
That gives us success or our waterloo.
How must our Captain, Mind order his crew?
'The ship could sink, So, jump aboard, some men',
Keep ready the life-boats for saving few;
The rest can pray to God for quick haven.
Control, we must our desires, in life,
Our ambitions, need not be successful;
Life's safety first is what we choose in strife,
On Doomsday, soul must not be still sinful.
We aim to do the best we can on earth,
But ultimately, we aim for God's Mirth.
poem by John Celes
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A Pen Gone Dry
Barren fields…empty places
Mind devoid of idea and rhyme
Sterile imagination…featureless faces
Webs in memories, frozen in time
Fingers flaccid, mind unwilling
Heavy lies this heart of mine
Creative forces not fulfilling
Empty flask of poetic wine
Dried up source of poetic spring
Used up store of poetic phrases
Emptied purse with untied string
Like worn out shoes and old frayed laces
Time away… might grow the field
Time away… might fill the empty places
Perhaps time will let the emptiness yield
To imagination…and full featured faces
Now...inkwell empty
Tear in eye
Pristine paper
Pen... gone dry...
poem by David Whalen
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Cynosure 1314 Current Version
Deep sensitivity may not secure
soul's struggle against fear where envy, greed
undermine ambitions fine, immure
the mind behind walls high when freedom's need
is great, must greater grow, our world has ills to cure.
Focus, concentration, help ensure
proactive symbiosis as hopes feed
on chance enhanced, spurn waste, haste immature.
Potential open-ended, to succeed,
refuses compromise, boast premature,
avoids both pride's possession, prepossession -
egocentric tomb boom's sinecure.
Sonnet session ends on upbeat - freshen
impressions and advance as cynosure.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The June I Know
The june i know comes in the middle of the year,
when there is no worries and fear.
Full of so many exicitment and fun,
even when there is no bright light from the sun.
A month full of expectation,
and natured by determination.
Driven and directed by one's outstanding visions,
even in the presence of so many conspirations.
I know one's dreams are so indispensible,
because these june ambitions are unquestionable.
Even if there is still some doubtable swoon,
i know we will make it to the top soon.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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A Song in Melancholy
I have no soul to share my joys and woe;
I have no one to tell my grief, sorrow;
I ask myself, “Have I asked things far more? ”
But this is how my life will have to go!
I have no one to share my ken and so,
I have to talk to myself or forgo;
What can I do if opens not new door?
I have to put my ambitions in store!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-20-2006
poem by John Celes
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A Simple Truth
Here is a simple truth
Which I write for you
The only thing I fail to say
Is what I feel inside
~
You are beautiful
You could be my world
I think of you anyway
In the deepest of affection
~
You have you little ways
Which always make me smile
Sometimes I will laugh
Remembering something you said
~
I dream of you like no other
I wish to talk to you
Share in your dreams and adventures
Wherever they may lead us
~
I guess my heart is simple
And would enjoy the little pleasures
Of just being in your company
Because you are so wonderfully you
~
And now I write a truth
I know our limited relationship
Will never match my ambitions
However I still love you
poem by Matthew Holloway
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I Cant Leave Your Love Alone
(alan darby/ david madiran)
Producers for bonnie: alan darby & david madiran
Recorded in 1991 as a b-side to the bitteblue single. it also found its way onto the b-side of the 1991 re-release of holding out for a hero (slightly extended version) and the 1993 compilation the very best of..., where it was incorrectly billed as previously unreleased . lyrics taken from careful listening.
There is a shadow rolling over my heart
Like a cloud across the moon
There is a devil on my shoulder
Spreading his light into my room
Broken head and empty heart
Shattered mind thats torn apart
I fall, I stumble into the night
I cant leave your love alone
I cant leave your love alone
A wicked wind beats at my window
Telling me that Im no good
Theres no life in this bleak desert
Theres no life, without you
Broken head and empty heart
Shattered mind thats torn apart
I fall, I stumble into the night
I cant leave your love alone
I cant leave your love alone
Broken head and empty heart
Shattered mind thats torn apart
I fall, I stumble into the night
I cant leave your love alone
I cant leave your love alone
I cant leave your love alone
I cant leave your love alone
I cant leave your love alone
I cant leave your love alone
I cant leave your love alone
I cant leave your love alone
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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You Got The Deal
I lived my life one way too long.
Deal me straight, I can't go wrong.
A gambler's fate's in the cards he takes,
And now I know it's just a mistake.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
You got the . . .
Left our dreams on a lonely road.
Come back here with a heavy load.
Fight our best when the chips are down.
You go your way, and I'll win this round.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
LEAD BREAK
You live your life for the dollar sign.
And all that you've made,
You're just buying time.
But time takes it toll,
It don't care who you are
You know you're marked for life
With your empty heart.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
I don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
song performed by by 38 Special
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The Monkey & The Onion
See the monkey peel the onion
See the monkey cry
He can feel his tears are flowin
But he dont know why
He continues peeling faster
'til the onion is no more
Now at last his cryins over
But all he had is gone
Whatever for
You and I are always chasing
Wild ambitions and far off dreams
As we run in all directions
Nothings quite the joy it seems
If I tell you that I love you
Dont ask how much
And dont ask why
Have no doubt and ask no questions
Just believe its not a lie
Never take my love for granted
But never put it to the test
Like the monkey and his onion
Too much investigation
You know the rest
You and I are always chasing
Wild ambitions and far off dreams
As we run in all directions
Nothings quite the joy it seems
On that we could be contented
With the good things that weve gained
But in the end were empty handed
Just because we need the world explained
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Those Dreams You Wish
Keep do not free yourself,
From those lofty ambitions.
One never knows,
When dreams appear as needed.
A rush to participate in conflicts,
May for you seem the thing to do.
But what is accomplished,
In the doing of what others pursue.
Keep do not free yourself,
From those lofty ambitions.
One never knows,
When dreams appear as needed.
And if sacrifice with devotion,
Has already been applied.
Those dreams you wish,
Are near.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rubaiyat of Ghosts
One can, who strangers scan, too few admire,
as most play ghosts deprived of phantom choir,
tripping, tripping up, upon life’s board,
stillborn refuting intimate desire.
In game of give and take what ranks the higher
self-interest or charity? Enquire
about ambitions intimate, bond word,
suspicion from the shadows whispers: 'Liar! '
Most men as puppets dance upon a wire
taut from birth to death, - as seller, buyer,
taught to act and not to BE - Fate’s sword
to dust must sooner, later, each retire.
So few dare seek far stars, less dare aspire
for freedom, seldom search above their mire,
for seventy or eighty years life’s cord
they eke out, seldom seeking something higher.
A burning bush survived the blazing fire,
and witness stands to Time the purifier -
yet oil on troubled waters oft is poured
by those who spurn each prophet as a liar.
Life is too short. Who’d play the poet’s lyre
must tame the vagrant strings, the versifier
tunes into harmony whose every chord
responds to inspiration all desire.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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From This Hour the Pledge is Given
From this hour the pledge is given,
From this hour my soul is thine:
Come what will, from earth of heaven,
Weal or woe, thy fate be mine.
When the proud and great stood by thee,
None dared thy rights to spurn;
And if now they're false and fly thee,
Shall I, too, falsely turn?
No; -- whate'er the fire that try thee,
In the same this heart shall burn.
Though the sea, where thou embarkest,
Offers now no friendly shore,
Light may come where all looks darkest,
Hope hath life, when life seems o'er.
And of those past ages dreaming,
When glory deck'd thy brow,
Oft I fondly think, though seeming
So fallen and clouded now,
Thou'lt again break forth, all beaming --
None so bright, so blest as thou!
poem by Thomas Moore
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