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Straws

STRAWS

Straws sometimes break the camel's back -
Intent or accident, who knows?
Beyond the pale none may job back, -
Yet who resists his inner woes?
Life's seldom seen as white or black,
Life needs nuances, change of clothes,
Expressed emotions' open flows.

18 November 2001
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acrostic SIBYLLE Poem © Jonathan Robin

poem by Jonathan Robin
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M+M's

You and I should get away for awhile
I just want to be alone with your smile
Buy some candy and cigarettes and we'll get in my car
We'll blast the stereo and we'll drive to Madagascar

Because when I'm with you there's nothing I wouldn't do
I just want to be your only one
I'm grasping out at straws thinking back to what I saw
That night on the floor when we were all alone

My love life was getting so bland
There are only so many ways I can make love with my hand
Sometimes it makes me want to laugh
Sometimes I want to take my toaster in the bath

Because when I'm with you there's nothing I wouldn't do
I just want to be your only one
I'm grasping out at straws thinking back to what I saw
That night on the floor when we were all alone

Who's gonna be the odd man out?
I don't want to be the odd man out
Is this going to be the end
Or are you going to be my new girlfriend?

song performed by by Blink 182
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M m's

You and i should get away for awhile
I just want to be alone with your smile
Buy some candy and cigarettes and we'll get in my car
We'll blast the stereo and we'll drive to madagascar
Because when i'm with you there's nothing i wouldn't do
I just want to be your only one
I'm grasping out at straws thinking back to what i saw
That night on the floor when we were all alone
My love life was getting so bland
There are only so many ways i can make love with my hand
Sometimes it makes me want to laugh
Sometimes i want to take my toaster in the bath
Because when i'm with you there's nothing i wouldn't do
I just want to be your only one
I'm grasping out at straws thinking back to what i saw
That night on the floor when we were all alone
Who's gonna be the odd man out?
I don't want to be the odd man out
Is this going to be the end
Or are you going to be my new girlfriend?

song performed by by Blink 182
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Once more unto the [B]Reach, Dear Friends

Once more extend your reach, fair friend, revise!
None who on laurels stand can raise praised bay,
Charm birds from trees however hard pen tries,
Enraptured, keep time's creeping lines at bay.

Moreover meaning may with each revision
Open more windows, clearer writer link
Reader who shows often indecision,
Ease seeks through white write black and blue true [th]ink.

Unto the breach once more, make mind outreach,
Nuances shading, fading froth away,
Turning potter's wheel words' clay to teach
Oncoming generations of their Way.

THE gem, once polished, one more chance deserves,
REACH out, revise, streamline rhyme's sinews, curves.

[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet ONCE MORE UNTO THE REACH written 8 June 2008 robi3_1390_robi3_0000 AWX_IXX

poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Last Straw

(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories
Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare
Opening the doors for the dreams to come home
We live out lives in private shells
Ignore our senses and fool ourselves
To thinking that out there theres someone else cares
Someone to answer all our prayers, all our prayers...
Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsible
Have we lost our balls, or do we just not care
Were terminal cases that keep talking medicine
Pretending the end isnt quite that near
We make futile gestures, act to the cameras
With our made up faces and pr smiles
And when the angel comes down, down to deliver us
Well find out that after all, were only men of straw
But everything is still the same
Passing the time passing the blame
We carry on in the same old way
Well find out we left it too late one day to say what we meant to say
Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the water
Those problems seem to arise the ones you never really thought of
The feeling you get is similar to something like drowning
Out of your mind, youre out of your depth, you should have taken soundings
Clutching at straws, were clutching at straws, were clutching at straws
And if you ever come across us dont give us your sympathy
You can buy us a drink and just shake our hands
And youll recognise by the reflection in our eyes that deep down inside were all one and the same
Were clutching at straws
Were still drowning
Clutching at straws
Were still drowning, yeah clutching at straws
Im still drowning
Were clutching at straws
Im still drowning

song performed by by Marillion
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Hidden Years

I know youre here
You wont come out
Below the water line
Now wheres my glove to keep the germs at bay
So safe up here
My air is clean
Recycle
Rarify
Down in the street
Deep breathe your life away
Relive the hidden years
Wont clutch at straws again - whiter than white in the home!
One midas touch and zeros grow
Guilt edge and two points down
In touch but out of mind in pleasure dome
Through hungry years and scraping skies
Collided with the stars
I framed your face
You lit the silver hughes!
Relive the hidden years (in vain)
Wont clutch at straws again - whiter than white in the home!
Relive the hidden years (in vain)
Wont clutch at straws again - whiter than white in the home!

song performed by by Haircut 100
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Florence - Future Flowering Flows

FUTURE FLOWERING FLOWS FLORENCE
Future Flowering Flows. Fiery Faith Follows From Force, Final Freedom Fancies

Future Life Of Rich Enchantment Now Channels Energy
Flowering Like One Rose, Eternal. Novel Creative Experience
Flows Liquidly Onwards, Retinting Endless Nuances, Changing Ever.
Fiery Lights Overtly Reflect, Echo Nature’s Climax, Endorsing
Faith. Letters, Ordered Rationnally, Entwine Name, Combine. Each
Follows, Leaps Over, Resistance. Exhuberance, Neatly Coloured, Extracts
From Lines Of Reason Emotions Noble. Control Enhances
Force Lightly Or Rarely, - Encouraging Never Constraints Excessive.
Final Links Offer Renaissance. Each Neurone Consciously Explores
Freedom, Lifting Out Restrictions, Eliminating Noise. Closely Examined,
First Levels, Once Reread, Engender New Chance Expressions.
Fancy’s Leaves Open, Revelation Enraptures. Nirvana, Culminating Ecstasy...

Acrostic Florence

21 June 1995
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mirrors in the Mind

MIRRORS IN THE MIND

Multilingual input generates
interactions as synaptic flows
call into question limits scaled, propose
an interplay as mind anticipates
alternate routes, exploring hidden gates.
Mirrors in the mind too many close,
moderate intensity whose throws
enthusiastic challenge all that calculates
Nature spontaneous, feelings calibrates.
Deny those compromises others chose,
express beyond all verse, beyond all prose
tenderness which sharing stimulates.
Mute who'd remain who happiness has found? -
in tune responsive, tone whose depths astound...

3 November 2001
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Mirrors in the Mind poem (c) Jonathan Robin

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Kensho - What Stations?

‘Knowledge enormous makes a god of me’
Expressed John Keats two centuries ago.
Not what one knows, but how one seeks should show
Strength within, enlightenment to free
Harmony which channels energy
On wave bands which our spectrum need not know.
Knowledge is a stream, unconscious flow.
Each learns the virtues of simplicity,
Nuances slight turn insight out, can be
Sometimes a hindrance where we’d wish to grow
‘Heaven in a grain of sand’ to glow
Out of time, still, offering true key.
Rise up beyond all self-taught limitations,
Life’s train unwinds all thoughts - between...

what stations?

Rupert Kensho Robin Le Saux

Thus current woes or current's flows are seen
from vantage points depending more on chance
than finger fate, which blocks, unlocks, advance
as circumstance dictates, where choice sets scene
for voice to praise or raise the roof with curse -
Man stays Time's fool, whatever rites rehearse.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lies On The Floor

Making up stories
saying this or that,
reaching for hollow straws
in a hollow straw hat.

Shooting through the straw,
with All your lies,
making your hollow straw pie.
Try and keep all your lying
straws straight,

what lying straw is first
what lying straw is number eight.
Top them all off
with a fake letter,

only you and I know better,
That’s it’s all bogus
and totally a scam,
especially when your talking ham to spam.

Play your way with all your spam
that you baked,
but here’s your big mistake,
something you can’t take,
because I have a crazy 8,
changing the suit for which I take,
and bend your straws and make them break.

FoR your fake straw hat will be no more,
for you’re found out as a lying spam boar.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Sage’s Response to the Septuagenarian

How many earthly empires
the circling sun must set?
Friend, hast felt of love fires?
Mere mortal smile, why fret?

Threescore years and Ten

October’s moon is wane,
May’s sun may not be here:
how many Springs remain
my weary way to cheer?

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Threescore years and Ten

October’s moon is wane,
May’s sun may not be here:
how many Springs remain
my weary way to cheer?

The Sage’s Response to the Septuagenarian

How many earthly empires
the circling sun must set?
Friend, hast felt of love fires?
Mere mortal smile, why fret?

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Life - 1240 - Initial Version

Life comes and goes as fortune flows
It never knows what cause it sows
For cycle slows or speeds, and those
Effects wind blows truth seldom shows.

Like April snows regrets melt: rose
In May soon glows to blossom grows,
Fling sorrow's bows and arrows, woes
End now, and close Time's book, compose

Lines which oppose all sadness owes
In verse or prose no debt - transpose
Free soul which chose as joy arose.
Expose nor woes nor hope foreclose.

LIfe shadows swallows, overthrows,
FEels rose row grows for soul's repose.

(April 19 2005)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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One May Write With Forked Tongue

ON written ciphers you depend
EMit and then amend your speech,
AYe, there's the rub for when I teach
WRit long till generations' end
IT will run true, no falsehood rend.
Echoes base pale face - white leach -
WIll suck to meanings change to beach
THe sense when times upon fresh bend
FOrwards embark or backwards trend
Refuting fair traditions. Each
Knows Time revenge exacts to reach
EDitions new that few defend.
TONe tribal sends reviving stream
GUEst welcomes with true story's gleam.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Poetical Triptych Trick Trip

POETICAL TRIPTYCH TRICK TRIP
I

Poetry is metamorphosis
Of heart and mind combined, -
Emotions surge to urge osmosis,
To merge what ‘chance’ can find
Revealed behind blind synthesis
Yoking letters neatly lined.

Poetry is music by another name,
Or in some manner harmony applied,
Explaining day to day occurrences supplied
To offer eurythmic interpretation game
Responding with logic on magic patter[n] frame.
Yet the alphabetic formula hid inside
Enables one to say one’s peace, with self confide
Much which must, ecstatic, “out”. Emotion’s flame
Outpours feelings plastic, amoeba-like to claim
The victim of elastic interplay to guide
Instincts in search of prey. But, pray, what when the tide
Of energy harmonic falters, who’s to blame?
Not soul but spirit enters into print,
Sends signals out which others’ glasses tint.

III

Poetry: alphabetical exercise linguistical
Overcoming excess, slick success stylistical,
Excluding artifice artistical, puny puristical,
To create with comprehensive characteristical
Respect for rythm, rhyme and meaning meta-magic mystical -
Yet melting emotions alchemistical.

11 September 1995 revised 23 May 2008
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Poetical Triptych Trick Trip poem © Jonathan Robin

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TRIPTYCH STITCH SANDWICH TRIP TIP
S[w]ing...Heart'S....String
Thoughts.Ch arT......These
In............TempI......Ideas
Taut....... .InstanT....Tempting
Click........TantriC.....Chic
Hear........ SandwicH.Here

triple acrostic written 22 November 2006 revised 23 May 2008

Triptych Stitch Sandwich Trip Tip poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP

String on Heart’s skeinS,
Threads tie, Cast, kniT!
In time, Train I
Taut pins In, ouT,
Click clack. TantriC -
Heaven Sends sigH

14 May 1996
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Triptych Stitch Trip poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP II

S[tr]ing...H eart’S
Thought C harT
In...........T empI
Taut.......I nstanT
Click......T antriC -
Here......S andwicH

triple acrostic
22 November 2006
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Triptych Stitch Trip II poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRYPTICH
Drip, drip, drip, slip trip
trickle ignores Time’s sickle
drop, drop, dropp crypt..tic

24 October 2006 revised 23 May 2008
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Tryptich poem © Jonathan Robin
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Birthday Letter for Lucinda

Let this, your eighteenth birthday, offer you
Unique joy, and understanding’s light,
Cha[lle) nging uncertainties you might
In future face tomorrow with steps true.
New horizons open up, and through
Determination, courage, sage insight, -
All needed if you wish to win the fight
Life weighs against us joy may come. Thus to
Unknown regions venture. Much to do.
Completion still awaits, true wings for flight.
In life stay true to tenets you feel right,
Never betraying principles, virtue.
Decide to use your mind and you will find
A new world welcome, - work up from behind...

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tablet

TABLET

Mountain tablet, steep protective sides,
Above savannah security provides,
Green pastures, flora, fauna, stretch below,
Imagination catalyzed may flow
Creatively, seek what horizon hides.
Maybe lost world jurassic here abides.

23 July 2007
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Self-Emancipation

Pilgrims believe themselves on track
for some earth splitting revelation,
the journey to more than path back
encourages self-elevation,
yet part and parcel seems some lack
of black and white imagination,
yet nuances themselves attack
blind certitude's self-preservation.
Non-violence, here, must take flack,
as choice per choice anticipation
affords minds tidal flow to crack
stone monoliths at their foundation
while taking stands implies the knack
preparing self-emancipation.

(30 March 2012)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Triptych Stitch Trip

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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP

String on Heart’s skeinS,
Threads tie, Cast, kniT!
In time, Train I
Taut pins In, ouT,
Click clack. TantriC -
Heaven Sends sigH

14 May 1996
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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP II

S[tr]ing...H eart’S
Thought C harT
In...........T empI
Taut.......I nstanT
Click......T antriC -
Here......S andwicH

triple acrostic
22 November 2006
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IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
TRIPTYCH STITCH SANDWICH TRIP TIP
S[w]ing...Heart'S....String
Thoughts.Ch arT......These
In............TempI......Ideas
Taut....... .InstanT....Tempting
Click........TantriC.....Chic
Hear........ SandwicH.Here

triple acrostic written 22 November 2006 revised 23 May 2008

Triptych Stitch Sandwich Trip Tip poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRYPTI CH
Drip, drip, drip, slip trip
trickle ignores Time’s sickle
drop, drop, dropp crypt..tic

24 October 2006 revised 23 May 2008
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Poetry is metamorphosis
Of heart and mind combined, -
Emotions surge to urge osmosis,
To merge what ‘chance’ can find
Revealed behind blind synthesis
Yoking letters neatly lined.

III

11 September 1995 revised 23 May 2008
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Judgement Of Heaven

A lonely cry for help reaching out for help to anyone
A silent prayer to God to help you on your way
Ive been depressed so long
Its hard to remember when I was happy
Ive felt like suicide a dozen times or more
But thats the easy way, thats the selfish way
The hardest part is to get on with your life
Youre searching in the dark
Clutching at straws to find a way
You take the tarot cards and throw them to the wind
Your questions your beliefs,
Your inner thoughts, your whole existence
And if there is a God then answer if you will
And tell me of my fate, tell me of my place
Tell me if Ill ever rest in peace
If you could live your life again
Would you change a thing or leave all the same
If you had the chance again
Would you change a thing at all
When you look back at your past
Can you say that you are proud of what weve done
Are there times when you believe
That the right you thought was wrong
All of my life I have believed
Judgement of heaven is waiting for me

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Triptych Stitch Sandwich Trip Tip

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIII
TRIPTYCH STITCH SANDWICH TRIP TIP
S[w]ing...Heart'S....String
Thoughts.Ch arT......These
In............TempI......Ideas
Taut....... .InstanT....Tempting
Click........TantriC.....Chic
Hear........ SandwicH.Here

triple acrostic written 22 November 2006 revised 23 May 2008

TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP

String on Heart’s skeinS,
Threads tie, Cast, kniT!
In time, Train I
Taut pins In, ouT,
Click clack. TantriC -
Heaven Sends sigH

14 May 1996
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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP II

S[tr]ing...H eart’S
Thought C harT
In...........T empI
Taut.......I nstanT
Click......T antriC -
Here......S andwicH

triple acrostic
22 November 2006
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TRYPTICH
Drip, drip, drip, slip trip
trickle ignores Time’s sickle
drop, drop, dropp crypt..tic

24 October 2006 revised 23 May 2008
robi03_1484_robi03_0000 HXX_ZXX

Poetry is metamorphosis
Of heart and mind combined, -
Emotions surge to urge osmosis,
To merge what ‘chance’ can find
Revealed behind blind synthesis
Yoking letters neatly lined.

III

11 September 1995 revised 23 May 2008
robi03_0770_robi03_0000 ASX_IXX

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIII

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Related quotes

M+M's

M m's

Once more unto the [B]Reach, Dear Friends

The Last Straw

Hidden Years

Florence - Future Flowering Flows

Mirrors in the Mind

Kensho - What Stations?

Lies On The Floor

The Sage’s Response to the Septuagenarian

Threescore years and Ten

Life - 1240 - Initial Version

One May Write With Forked Tongue

Poetical Triptych Trick Trip

Birthday Letter for Lucinda

Tablet

Self-Emancipation

Triptych Stitch Trip

Judgement Of Heaven

Triptych Stitch Sandwich Trip Tip

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