Tipping Points - Current Version
Mankind has reached a point in time
where we must choose before that choice
is forced upon us. Few rejoice
because the spectral pantomime
is faced with closure, cannot mime
a role with sense, nor find a voice
authentic underneath its grime.
Democracy has called the tune
since communistic threats appeared.
These, proving bankrupt though first feared -
despite the missions to the moon -
are memory. Then silver spoon
resumed brash reign too highly geared
to cope with chaos which could soon
sweep system rash, crashbranches prune
which sturdy seemed - soon to be sheared.
Fee enterprise has engineered
excesses while the baby boom
puts pressure on retirement boon
though side-effects were once revered.
Restrictions? - Democratic doom.
Another paradigm's begun â€"
the Internet through peer to peer,
chiped 'end to end' will shipwreck steer
a universe which soon may stun
vested interests more than gun
or arms race as ambitions clear
oligarchies engineer.
It seems dreams' seams split one by one:
Social unrest, confusion, here,
there earthquakes, famine. Cracks appear
inevitable, Time trap sprung.
Man's machine is out of gear,
Economies unbalanced - fear
rampant that our race is run.
Who preaches 'tipping points' as seer
is spurned though 'civilized' veneer
is crackled - tackled not the queer
collateral damage far and near
which signal very loud and clear:
World warming warning, fishless trawls,
sea levels rise, man's leeway falls.
for initial version, see poem Dirt Sweeper is Time
(3 November 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Dirt Sweeper is Time - Initial Version of Tipping Points
Man has reached a point in time
where he must choose before that choice
is forced upon him. Few rejoice
because the spectral pantomime
is faced with closure, cannot mime
a role with sense, nor find a voice
authentic underneath its grime.
Democracy has called the tune
since communistic threats appeared.
They, proving weaker than first feared, -
despite the missions to the moon, -
to dust dissolved are. Silver spoon
resumes his reign too highly geared
to cope with chaos which will soon
sweep the system, branches prune
which sturdy seem - soon to be sheared.
Enterprise has engineered
excesses while the baby boom
puts pressure on where once a boon
enhancing it was held, revered.
Restrictions? - Democratic doom.
It seems dream seams split one by one:
Social unrest, confusion, here.
There earthquakes, famine. Cracks appear
Inevitable. Time trap sprung!
Man machineseems out of gear,
Economies unbalanced, - fear
rampant that our race is run.
(8 October 1992)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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What Democracy?
Is democracy a dream?
The human race aspires to
such things are seldom as they seem.
Although the people have a choice.
They seldom think their choices through
and so the wishes which they voice.
Can be ignored and flagrantly
by those who hold the power reins
which they acquired dishonestly.
The voting system is unfair.
Votes do not carry equal weight.
The major parties do not care.
They are content to wait their turn
To ride upon the gravy train
enjoying perks they do not earn.
If every vote was made to count
Then that would be democracy
Hold politicians to account
for promises they make then break.
Perhaps it’s time to rectify
the present system: Which would take.
a social revolution
to institute democracy.
Instead of the confusion.
The rule of many by the few
who claim they have the peoples vote
A statement patently untrue.
The vote I cast has no value
in this so called democracy
Its very sad but very true.
(10-Oct-07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Marvin's Beer
queer cheer
dear ear sneer
steer fear
veer tear
we're mere
jeer here freer
air dire pier
all clear
adhere
appear austere
come near
desire draw dear
each year
first gear
great year
frontier
pap smear
life peer
light year
revere sincere
fallow deer
far and near
bashir chusmir
mouse deer
orear one year
appear
it's all clear.
budgeteer
bombardier
a case of beer
exovir cavalier
another case
of marvin's beer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Staging An Escape
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Some nights.
Most days...
I'm craving,
A taste of heated fever.
To save,
Myself...
From raging,
And staging an escape.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Some nights.
Most days...
I'm craving,
A taste of heated fever.
To save,
Myself...
From raging,
And staging an escape...
From you.
Baby! Doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom,
From you...
Baby! Doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom,
From you...
Baby! Doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom,
From you...
oooooooo
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Psychoanalysis
The Changing phases of the soul
‘twixt simple cils, transparent gleam: -
dear smiles appear,
cheer while revered,
love sighs, - clear skies!
Here peer the eyes sincere
of each kind mind I meet.
There, ranged disgraces written whole,
through arrant, errant, pupils scream: -
queer wiles, veneer,
sheer rile, sneer speared,
jeers, cries, fear, lies,
sere tears, disguise! – sins leer
through each blind mind I treat!
26 December 1977
robi3_1361_robi3_0000 number out of chronological order
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Courage
Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.
"Alas!" said I, "poor foolish thing,
Have you mistaken this for Spring?
Behold, the thrush has taken wing,
And Winter's near."
Serene it seemed to lift its head:
"The Winter's wrath I do not dread,
Because I am," it proudly said,
"A Pioneer.
"Some apple blossom must be first,
With beauty's urgency to burst
Into a world for joy athirst,
And so I dare;
And I shall see what none shall see -
December skies gloom over me,
And mock them with my April glee,
And fearless fare.
"And I shall hear what none shall hear -
The hardy robin piping clear,
The Storm King gallop dark and drear
Across the sky;
And I shall know what none shall know -
The silent kisses of the snow,
The Christmas candles' silver glow,
Before I die.
"Then from your frost-gemmed window pane
One morning you will look in vain,
My smile of delicate disdain
No more to see;
But though I pass before my time,
And perish in the grale and grime,
Maybe you'll have a little rhyme
To spare for me."
poem by Robert William Service
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Nobodys Listening
Yo. peep the style and the kids checkin for it
The number one question is how could you ignore it
And drop right back in the cut
Over basement tracks with rap sack
Got you back in the sup like rewind that
We just rollin with the rhythm
Fast from the ashes of stylist division
We these nonstop lyrics of life livin
Not to be forgotten but still unforgiven
When in the mean time there are those who wanna talk
This and that so what suppose that
It gets to the point to where feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt
It goes
I tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
I told I everything loud and clear
But nobodys listening
Call to you so clearly
But you dont want to hear me
I told you everything loud and clear
But nobodys listening
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, hair full of anger
Hell did my chest
And everything left is waste of time
I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone elses more
Im riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that its better I cant keep myself together
Because all of this stress gave me something to write on
Pain gave me something I could set my sights on
Never forget the blood, sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years
The fear and the trash talking to the people it was to
And the people that started it just like you.
I tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
I told I everything loud and clear
But nobodys listening
Call to you so clearly
But you dont want to hear me
I told you everything loud and clear
But nobodys listening
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, hair full of anger
Hell did my chest
Uphill stuggle, blood , sweat and tears, nothing to gain
Everything to fear
(repeat)
I tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
I told I everything loud and clear
But nobodys listening
Call to you so clearly
But you dont want to hear me
I told you everything loud and clear
But nobodys listening
song performed by by Linkin Park
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Camilla
So I'm gone with the wind
I won't look back
When I head into the future
Set sail I'm all go
When to come I don't know
But now I feel I can do it all
But leaving you
It must be so
On my way now
At the turning point here
It's time now
I'm going into high gear
I know how
I'm gonna make it all clear
And leave without no fear
Now the time has come for you
you're on your way
You will change the world
whatever they might say
Camilla
All the things you ever want to do
You will change your life and make it all
come true
Camilla
Had to be done while I still
Had power left
To fulfil the promises
That I made long ago
On my way but
The road is long and winding
But I will find the path
I know it must be so
On my way now
At the turning point here
It's time now
I'm going into high gear
I know how
I'm gonna make it all clear
And leave without no fear
Now the time has come for you
you're on your way
You will change the world
whatever they might say
Camilla
All the things you ever want to do
You will change your life and make it all
come true
Camilla
Change your world now
I don't know how
I'm on my way
You always say
I'm gonna change
the world
If I just find a way
Now the time has come for you
you're on your way
You will change the world
whatever they might say
Camilla
All the things you ever want to do
You will change your life and make it all
come true
Camilla
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My Second Guess
How does one return to civilization from sanctuary like Walden?
How does one trade quaint snow globe atmosphere
For rampant vicious taxi cabs?
Where is right and wrong?
I left chasing hallucinations of modern Americana
New opportunity - the visions of our grandfathers
So boat left for angel island - the immersion had begun
But - missed so - My Alcatraz like cell
And lamented not a single moment - good nor bad
The memory had been beatified and immortalized
In the museum of the skull
A pilgrimage for the mind in despair
To worship - as good
The choice is knighted correct!
A step in the right direction!
But can't help and look back
And wonder if there were any cracks in the "creation of Adam"
And try to overlook - that there were
And the eye could not forget
Though the cracks appeared gone
One must remember to look forward while steering the boat
Just incase Copernicus was wrong
And continue on
To preserve the memory
And not wipe away pride leaving only regret
So that when the time comes
Where all we have is reflections
It will be our own gift to ourselves
poem by C.S. Smith
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Inside Of Me
By eric clapton and simon climie
The point on the water, theres a change in the air,
A vibe in the darkness but theres nobody there.
I look for the reason but theres nothing to see,
Just a hole in my memory where my mind used to be.
Tell me why
Can I find no relief in my heart.
I reside
In a world that has fallen apart.
Out of my mind, baby, show me a sign, baby,
Show me a way to get back on time, please.
Where do we go, baby, how will I know?
Who holds the key, is it hidden inside of me?
But why should I worry and why do I care
When this road that I walk on is going nowhere.
I stand and I study every face in the crowd,
See the fear in their eyes, they must be thinking out loud.
Chorus
Scratching the surface, it all looks the same;
A world full of anger with no one to blame.
But who can I turn to? who holds the key?
And who has the answer? I think its inside of me.
Chorus
Chorus
All things considered it looks as though utopia were far closer to us than
Anyone, only fifteen years ago, could have imagined. then, I projected it six
Hundred years into the future. today it seems quite possible that the horror
May be upon us within a single century. that is, if we refrain from blowing
Ourselves to smithereens in the interval. indeed, unless we choose to
Decentralize and to use applied science, not as the end to which human beings
Are to be made the means, but as the means to producing a race of free
Individuals, we have only two alternatives to choose from: either a number of
National militarized totalitarianisms, having as their root the terror of the
Atomic bomb and as their consequence the destruction of civilization (or, if
The warfare is limited, the perpetuation of militarism); or else one
Supranational totalitarianism, called into existence by the social chaos
Resulting from rapid technological progress in general and the atomic
Revolution in particular, and developing, under the need for efficiency and
Stability, into the welfare-tyranny of utopia. you pays your money and you
Takes your choice.
{the quote is the final paragraph of the foreward to aldous huxleys brave
New world, transcribed here in its entirety.}
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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People Power. A rant.
The people’s voice so long suppressed.
Has now been forcibly expressed
Egyptians want democracy.
The world is waiting now to see
if their demands meet with success.
The winds of change are blowing free.
So tyrants sleep uneasily
They fear to hear the people’s voice
but really they have little choice.
If people choose democracy.
They can no longer rule by force.
Its time to take a different course.
The people have the power to
discard the old bring in the new.
By just resisting passively.
I have no doubt that some will die
As the dictators vainly try.
To cling to power at any cost
a battle that’s already lost.
The people will sweep them away.
The western world must wait and
see what happens next uneasily.
We have no right to interfere
although we have good cause to fear.
The power games that people play.
The world is changing rapidly.
Because of new technology.
Information is exchanged,
the internet has rearranged.
What people are allowed to say.
They have the opportunity
to state their views quite openly
For and against the government.
Although it seems that discontent
is the major force in play..
The peoples will is paramount
They will demand a close account.
From those they give authority
to take control and over see.
the changes that they need today..
Perhaps we too need to review.
A process which is over due
Our concept of democracy
at least our foreign policy..
We do not have the right to say.
What other countries ought to do
Because they are entitled to.
Do whatever they think best
to pacify the deep unrest.
the people have the final say.
If they decide to give assent
to a form of government.
Which may not be democracy
but suits the vast majority.
We have no reason for dissent.
We may quite well learn something new
That makes us take a different view.
Of the systems now in place.
By which we choose our government.
Which do not work as they were meant..
The powers that be may disagree.
Because they do not want to see.
The fault and flaws that now exist.
Although they preach democracy
They breach the rules in secrecy.
Although they may control the press
and the media more or less.
They can’t control the internet.
If they are wise they’ll recognise
That people can see through their lies.
Sunday,13 February 2011
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Rondo Mirror
When tidal waves of Time mock Fame,
have waved goodbye to humankind,
what which remains may, deep in rime,
deep-frozen stay until Change find
strange species with an unknown name,
whose mores no human finds sublime,
set out, new universes tame.
Alternative galactic clime
through nova warming – fun to blame -
could broil life first, then through enzyme
bacterial pride's self-acclaim
convert to carbon, methane, slime,
a vision choice, or hell-fire flame
devour the oddest pantomime
star systems witnessed, ‘sense’ proclaim.
A strange physique, another mind,
may race, chase universal prime,
act out perceived need, trace seed chain,
from ocean brine could start the grind
of evolution once again.
Survival’s rules and Nature’s game,
to change stay subject, rise or wane
as specificities within
a given eco-system kin
divide from kith through chance dance train
which tunnels out where Time once in
might delve and dig in search as sane
for A to B too toxic must remain.
'Above', 'Below' are judgements vain,
when all's one, one all must contain.
There seems no reason to explain
that rigid rules in one place gain
no standing elsewhere - truth's refrain
sounds normal here, there cries 'refrain! '
Life's laws, whatever form or frame,
appear designed to change sustain:
tenacity's successful climb
prepares ambitions which may bind
transient sentience to time -
tied to tide system whence it came.
The wheel turns, yet things much the same
remain as ever, as the blind
and seething masses, biding time,
exploited still, will try to find
answers until fresh tidal time-frame
mocks race, trace, shocks, restocks again...
Oscillating waves of Time,
wave goodbye, scarce seek behind
veil past - ancestors maritime -
and future for wings redesigned
by evolution's coded aim,
from start to coda, which no dime
could care for causal counterclaim.
From chaos patterns recombine,
an intricate design begin,
here where, there, others ended in
ice, fire, fire, ice, hope aim, scope maim,
some may celestial choir proclaim
as evidence of super brain.
Equality may some acclaim
as proof superior, maintain
win leads to loss, as loss to win
its opposite must undermine
to complement wheel waiting game
that sooner, later, Chronos will unwind.
Alternative galactic clime
through dwarf–star cooling frieze quitclaim
could freeze life first, then life-clock chime
again, again, from wild to tame,
from tame to wild as cyclic mime
vibrates, expands, contracts, the same
remaining never, - pantomime
played out repeating rondo spin
exploring waft weave out and in...
24 May 1991 revised 15 August 2006,27 July and 10 August 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Cusp Choice - 0548
Coincidence spins web when into place
life slips choice puzzle pieces in due time.
Flair/feeling twins awareness of fall, climb,
keys karmic scene between lines few dare face.
Dreams decode subtle signals, interface
past, present, future, patterns sees through grime,
aligning intersections, prose rerhyme.
Pace swift and slow tune into links to trace
instinctive correspondence, interlace
unique potential, untapped options prime,
deny the base which smothers in its slime,
Cause, effect, await cusp's state of grace.
"Chance" intercepts flow's waves, 'free choice' would bring
order into chaos, tune fate's [s]wing.
(15 January 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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(Choices Poem) Chance
Rejoice for you still have a voice.
A chance to change things.
A chance to make things better or worse.
Be steadfast on the decision you make.
What is it that divides us?
A moral.
A world in upheaval.
A rebel without reason or cause.
The flame will burn out like a candle.
The further down it goes the less time you have to know.
Make your demands now.
Make them very clear.
Do not let them fade or disappear.
Do not let fear take the wheel and steer.
No matter how things appear.
Only what's on the inside can be a deciding factor.
If you knew it was your one and only chance.
What would you do?
Take it or fake it?
Time to choose! ! !
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My Favorite Memory
The first time we met is a favorite memory of mine
They say time changes all it pertains to
But your memory is stronger then time
I guess everything does change except
What you choose to recall
There's a million good day dreams to dream on
But baby your my favorite memory of all
Like the night we first got together on our bench
And held each other tight
Like the winter we spent together
Helping each other and closer then ever
And I remember our special times together
And our walks and our lost time together
It was always you who made the whole time a ball
It was you who called me just to hear my voice
Theres a million good times
I could dwell on
But baby you are my favorite memory of all
and you'll always be my favorite memory.
poem by connie Engstrom
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Campaign Song
Boom boom boom
Boon boon boon
Bane bane bane
Your campaign song
Is too loud, bane
I am riding on boon
Good and fine days
Ignorant of intended ways
Boom your campaign song
It was too loud, bane
I barely could manage
To hear your message
I voted for the other candidate
Your Boom song was too loud
It was good in our ears in June
But you sang it till December
That even kids should remember
I choose otherwise, voted you out
Is Campaign song bane or boon?
poem by Benjamin Paa Willie
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Imagination Expectation Seed Our Character Dreams
imagination expectation seed our character dreams
realization awaited seldom matches desired schemes
reality ill matches misconceptions time split seams
to want peer mainstream desires experience teaches
does not fit all personality individual developing tastes
time sows unique thoughts realizations in vision eyes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Our Lady for M lady Ann Beard
The eastern sky is rosy red.
The sun has risen from his bed
The moon knows that it’s time to go
We do not need her silver glow.
The Sun will reign throughout the day.
In Majesty he makes his way
across the sky from east to west.
An honoured and a welcome guest.
The Sun commands mankind’s respect
Authority we must accept.
Without the sun the world would be
devoid of life permanently.
The silver moon reflects by night
a gentler version of his light.
We recognise the difference
and treat the moon with reverence.
Though we respect and fear the sun.
It is the gentle moon which won
The reverence which men display
towards the Goddess still today.
03/06/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Glacier Poem #3
The end of our school
It's coming ever near
Though it's quite delightful
I can't help but tear
For when this is all over
None will be here
I shall make the best
Out of this year
Graduation is over
Let's all give a cheer!
Off to high school we shall
And beyond - our career
For this is our last
Final frontier
I'll miss you all
My friends, my peers!
To our goals, ambitions
Promise to adhere
Let us accomplish
Win, persevere!
For they are our wheel
Let it drive and steer
Will you a doctor,
Lawyer, engineer?
Decades from now,
Let us appear
In a council someday:
Let us hear
What you've done
What you've feared
But please, for me
Be quite sincere
I read what I've wrote
I admit I am queer
Forgive me now
I'm austere
Know this well,
Crystal clear
I'll make the best
Out of this year!
poem by Chubchub Penguin
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In my pocket
In my pocket
"Whole world is in my pocket" someone exclaimed
Happiness expressed openly and joyfully claimed
And why not a person should feel happy and rejoice?
As there has been indication with clear choice
I may be female but swim in water like whale
I have no limitation to fly in any zone
I don't know what has happened to whole body?
As if it has received signal from somebody
I wish I could share it with you
Tell and confide what is actually true
My feet are dancing to the tune
The sad days are no where near and definitely gone
I find moon happily smiling
The stars also stand in queue and twinkling
I find sky has not vast but limited horizon
Waves rise high in elation and force the ocean
I want to tell cuckoo not to sing today
I have found the joy and want it to stay
I may not find the same opportunity again
I want it to be seized and accept no pain
Spring is in full form and flowers boom
I can see it clearly from my study room
Seasons do change so have I too!
I wait for it to pass peacefully through
I find him not around but clearly hear
His foot steps as if approaching near
I touch the ground and patiently land the ears
Such an occasion has come after many years
Any girl may want this to happen
It might unexpectedly take place even
In life something in return is willingly given
Like and dislikes are forgotten and forgiven
You stop me not from going high
I wish I had strong wings to fly
Even without it I desperately attempt or try
Tears rush in eyes and force me to cry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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