The Eagle
He grasps red flag with crookèd hands,
ring’d by a freer world disbands,
the sickly sickle’s final lands.
The starving masses plight appalls,
while he, within the Kremlin walls
their doom prepares - before he falls.
17 December 1991
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Eagle Eyed Croupier - Parody Alfred TENNYSON – The Eagle
He spins cooked wheel with crookèd hands,
close[d]) to true sum in sunny lands,
ring’d by a green baize world, he stands.
“Les jeux sonts faits…! ” he often calls,
wry, watches stakes increase till falls
Fate's rich ball, stalled, which naught recalls.
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The Eagle Eyed Croupier - Parody Alfred TENNYSON – The Eagle
He spins the wheel with crookèd hands,
close to the sum in sunny lands,
ring’d with a verdant world, he stands.
“Les jeux sonts faits…! ” he often calls,
he watches stakes mount up till falls
the ball of Fate which naught recalls.
17 December 1991
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Party In The Kremlin
Party in the kremlin
People seein red
Lenin got the elbow
Its a different mob instead
Party in the kremlin
Its the only place to be
You better wear your rolex
Like a true new revolutionary
Party in the kremlin
No more kgb
So what is it they do now?
Can anybody see?
Party in the kremlin
Its the hottest spot in town
Discos and casinos
Never let you down
Trippin in siberia
Rock and roll hysteria
Vladivostok to moscow
And all points in between
Its a new place
Got a new face
And a brand new dream
Party in the kremlin
Suits from tokyo
Guccis are a shinin
Smokin marlboro
Party in the kremlin
Drivin foreign cars
You better find an angle
If you want to play a part
Dancing bears and presidents
Acting under influence
We got bank loans
And cell phones
And levis to wear
They got us linin up
For mickey ds in pushkin square
Vsea govorjat dal
Party in the kremlin
Party in the kremlin
Party in the kremlin
Party in the kremlin
song performed by by Nazareth
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The Eagle’s Second Cousin
He strides the stage in gartered bands,
Close to his Lady, he expands,
yet soon to earth with bump he lands.
A sea of sound surrounds the stalls
He hearkens - though each hiss appalls -
And takes a bow to harsh cat-calls!
27 December 1995
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Dying Man
tell the truth
gives up everything
and prepares
his final trip
without having to carry
anything
he sits there
waiting for the final shutting of
the light
at the core of his
heart
there is perfect peace
his hands grasp
the hands of death
in total harmony
like the way the
sun sets on the west
like the way the moon
enters
the hallways of
darkness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oases May be Rare - Acrostic Sonnet - Revolution Near
Retirement benefits will soon descend,
Endangering stability, - mankind
Veers sideways in a trance, and, undermined,
Our brave new world begins a downward trend.
Links with the past shall shatter soon, or bend
Under as the world wide web unwinds
The skeins of change, - which double bind. We’ll find
It difficult free garden plot to tend.
Oases may be rare, - who’s foe, who’s friend?
Now some who felt ahead may lag behind.
New chains are ready which could tighter bind
Expectant masses – few themselves transcend -
Awaiting sign apocalyptic to
Retract from all that “freedom” preached as true...
1 December 1991
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Bell Of Freedom
Philadelphia's the home of freedom.
Liberty stands at the sound of a bell.
Freedom for the world.That's my religion.
Freedom in the states.That's the way it should be.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Here the bell of freedom.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Let's also ring this bell for the world.
There's a statue of a lady.In New York City.
Her torch burning bright, for the world to see.
Her meaning's just the same.She looks so pretty.
But nothing like the bell that rings so free.
Philadelphia's the home of freedom.
Liberty stands at the sound of a bell.
Freedom for the world.That's my religion.
Freedom in the states.That's the way it should be.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Hear the bell of freedom.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Let's also ring this bell for the world.
There's a flag that flies.It holds the same meaning.
Those stars and stripes, just wave in the air.
This flag's got a name.It's called Old Glory.
This flag flies along.While we're ringing the bell.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Hear the bell of freedom.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Let's also ring this bell for the world.
Philadelphia's the home of freedom.
Liberty stands at the sound of a bell.
Freedom for the world.That's my religion.
Freedom in the states.That's the way it should be.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Hear the bell of freedom.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling.Let's also ring this bell for the world...
Patriotic-Song-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
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Free
Free like the river
Flowing freely through infinity
Free to be sure of
What I am and who I need not be
Free from all worries
Worries prey on oneselfs troubled mind
Freer than the clocks hands
Tickin way the times
Freer than the meaning of free that man defines
Life running through me
Till I feel my father God has called
Me having nothin
But possessing riches more than all
And Im free
To be nowhere
But in every place I need to be
Freer than a sunbeam
Shining through my soul
Free from feelin heat or knowing bitter cold
Free from conceiving the beginning
For thats the infinite start
Im gone - gone but still living
Life goes on without a beating heart
Free like a vision
That the mind of only you can see
Freer than a raindrop
Falling from the sky
Freer than a smile in a babys sleepin eyes
Im free like a river
Flowin freely through infinity
Im free to be sure of what
I am and who I need not to be
Im much freer - like the meaning of the word free that crazy man defines
Free - free like the vision that
The mind of only you are ever gonna see
Free like the river my life
Goes on and on through infinity
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Passing
As Adam Smith and Marx
Prove they’ve outlived their day
One seeks an inner ray –
Enlightenment – whose sparks
Take up fresh flag which marks
In some symbolic way
Creation new, with grey
Exchanged for rainbow arcs.
Can future sing as larks
Songs which rich hearts may sway,
That lighten darkness, pay
Attention to no clerks.
So one Age slips away, -
Yet what tune will the next one play?
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Acrostic Sonnet POETIC ECSTASY
poem by Jonathan Robin
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They are starving for happiness
They are starving for happiness
Their belly is full of mess
Joy is their food
Without it their dead
Starving all way of hunger
Cry in every saw they looked
Fingers are in cold, shivering
They are starving for happiness
Mind looked in every crying eye
Drops let fall. As they saw
No mistakes done, no wonder
They are starving for happiness
Open hair, all scenes amazing
No soft blow of air, nothing
They can’t survive more
They are starving for happiness
Heart full of sorrows, no glow
Hands red, can’t move long
Lot of hunger, full of blood
They are starving for happiness
poem by Monica kulal
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In Russia we had to have special visas in our passports, and when we had to show our passports at the Kremlin gates, we realized that, Oh my God, we're actually playing in THE Kremlin!
quote by Alan Parsons
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Delicate Cluster
DELICATE cluster! flag of teeming life!
Covering all my lands! all my sea-shores lining!
Flag of death! (how I watch'd you through the smoke of battle
pressing!
How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth defiant!)
Flag cerulean! sunny flag! with the orbs of night dappled!
Ah my silvery beauty! ah my woolly white and crimson!
Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
My sacred one, my mother.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Odd Coincidence
ODD COINCIDENCE
Christmas Day sees Russian rights restored
Opening the door for future new,
In hope, - although incertitudes do spew
New vomit in which drown the starving poor.
Coincidence it seems, and nothing more.
In days to come, however, when seen through
Our egocentric and short-sighted view,
Endless explanations will procure
Novel answers for this strange rapport –
Conflicting too, - equality may fall a victim to
Excessive swings of pendulum which new
Officials offer bribes or settle score.
Death of the Past before Mankind’s rebirth
May herald threats for the deprived on Earth
25 December 1991
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Eagles
They come flying on high sapphire vaults, from far away,
Traveling by savage winds through dales and peaks, night and day
As I watch them in the skies enthralled under their spell
I love hearing the stories they to the morning breeze tell
They have seen places beyond my reach land
And they have found new vast far horizons of dwell
They speak strangely as they fly but I do not understand
Oh I wish I can fly like them and listen to their tale
Over steep mountains slops and pathless forests and raging seas
Shall I be like them; Shall I go anywhere that I please
Roll in the waves of wanton winds and chase the morning breeze
Toss the air; scud the high foliage of the trees in glee and tease
But watch as one clasps the sandy crag with crooked yellow hands
A statue close to the sun in lonely secluded lands
The canopy of the azure sky world over where he stands
As he spreads his wing wide across the rock a majesty in grand
The wrinkled spring meadow beneath him crawls
He watches and stalks from the lofty mountains walls
As like a thunderbolt into the air he folds and falls
Swift and sharp in the air, shrieking like a canon ball
Falls On Me
You see me hanging round
starting to swear about this black hole you've dug for me
and silently within hands touchin skin shock
breaks my disease and i can breath
and all of your weights
all you dream falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me ahha
Your faith like a pain
it draws me in again
she washes all my wounds of me
darkness in my veins
I never could explain
and i wonder if you have ever see
Will you still believe
and all of your weights
and all that you dream
falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me
am I that strong
to carry on
have i changed your life
have i changed my world
could you save me ahhhhha
and all of your weights
all you dream
falls on me
it falls on me
and you beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me
and all of your weights
all you dream falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me
ahhhhaha yea ahhhah yea
song performed by by Fuel
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They Call This America, Dont They?
the cum stained prayers
written on tenement walls,
where brown eyed girls, head held high...
wear poverty's drench,
backs strong and straight,
amid the pale cries of babies birthing.
roaches scatter, bare feet skim the floors,
empty cupboards whispering moan.
food stamp dreams, two days away,
they call this America, dont they?
the trailer wrecked, paper thin walls,
duct taped tile by molded tubs.
the broke down truck, the mailbox spills,
unemployed and out of time.
box fans on stolen power,
dirt faced children, starving dogs.
an American flag, a worn out Bible...
they call this America, dont they?
the old couple melting, tiny apartment,
before a black and white tv.
half filled pills, empty Alpo cans,
yellow tinged pictures on the table.
a phone that didnt ring,
before it couldnt ring...
the sound of bones grinding to dust!
dont make much noise,
who gives a damn?
they call this America, dont they?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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White Flag
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were but
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "It's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
all that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
song performed by by Dido
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Doomsday Twenty-first December 2012!
Crack ah! A crack! Crack! Cling clang!
Jehovah's' whip would lash
World lamps would go off
Jehovah's bells would toll
All erased, a black out,
Accept not us true what they want us.
Our world would diffuse
Our lives quashed to infinity
That scripture prints dictate
Primary its not, doom prophets they are
They had done this the same times ago
Fear and confusion diffuse on masses days after.
Same scriptures make no judgment
Same scriptures engraved is Jehovah's math
Same scriptures God's time only him knows
Sumerian Nibiyu ball of Doom Nasa commits not
Mayan Calendar same as many a culture
Grind fear below your feet, Doom Sayers defeat them!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Two Capitals—1910
Moscow
White Moscow of the pearly towers,
And golden domes for praise,
And chiming hours!
Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls,
And bloody battle ways,
And fire-scarred halls!
Beautiful Moscow brave and bright,
Whose banners floated toward the light
When Asia knocked at Europe's door
And bleeding tzars paid off our score—
Ah, shining city, far away
Your gaudy spires salute the day
Like opal-hearted iris flowers
Decking the blue transparent hours.
Now from your seat the slim rails run
Through Asia to the rising sun,
Along the ancient highway made
By caravan and cavalcade.
Still East and West meet at your gate—
That Kremlin gate where once in state
Great Europe's conqueror, seeking room,
Marched through triumphant to his doom.
Proud Moscow of barbaric tzars,
Of gorgeous crownings and dark wars,
Jewel-encrusted, rich with age,
Heir of a lordly heritage,
Look out from Ivan's tower of bells—
See, the vast East is proud with day!
Soon to your ancient citadels
The world will march the Asian way.
White Moscow of the pearly towers.
And golden domes for praise
And chiming hours!
Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls,
And bloody battle ways
And fire-scarred halls!
Peking
Under her yellow roofs adream
The imperial city sleeps in state,
While warrior nations, flags agleam,
Come marching through her fortress gate.
Beneath her towered wall, one by one,
The slow contemptuous camels tread,
And through it eager engines run
Over the dust of ages dead.
Peking! close bound in triple walls,
Between the old and new she lies;
The yellow dragon guards her halls,
The blare of trumpets fills her skies.
She stirs out of her age-long sleep
By the worn temples chill and still,
Where Sung and Ming and Mongol keep
Their ghostly watch from hill to hill.
Over the graves of dynasties
The winds of dawn blow free and far—
Heralds of hastening centuries,
With banners flown for peace or war.
O brooding East!
O winds of dawn!
From the night-long feast
The kings are gone.
What guests will come
Down the world's highway
At the roil of the drum
For the day?
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Final Day
When the rich die last
Like the rabbits
Running from a lucky past
Full of shadow cunning
And the world lights up
For the final day
We will all be poor
Having had our say
Put a blanket up on the window pane
When the baby cries lullaby again
As the light goes out on the final day
For the people who never had a say
There is so much noise
There is too much heat
And the living floor
Throws you off your feet
As the final day falls into the night
There is peace outside
In the narrow light
song performed by by Young Marble Giants
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