Uncontrite Insight - Tight Flight Write 1836
She flees concrete past ghast
for future comfort sought
from monochrome, no choice,
to polychrome rejoice,
emboldened at last fast
seeking kind consort caught.
(7 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Time for Heavy Boots
For eight-foot snow drifts,
for jagged icicles the size
of mastodon tusks to
drag down gutters.
For gales to howl
through storm windows
and make even stately mansions
shake and shiver like Medea
giving birth.
Time to watch your life
unfold before your eyes
before opening the portal
leading from light and warmth
to a world of frozen terror
where comfort knows no welcome.
Time for Time
to be devoured by Medusa,
waiting in the mirror.
January, the month when all of
our parents always die.
January, time of Janus, the
dual-faced god simultaneously
embracing past and future.
January, time to create
the future by remembering
the past with a finer, more
focused vision.
poem by David Kowalczyk
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Deux Routes: des routes et des déroutes
DEUX ROUTES
Two roads appear here, one to errors past
Will lead whatever speed her journey takes
Open options t'other, old mistakes
Role reversed through interaction fast
Offering fair freedom to forecast
Active advance freewill in conscience makes.
Destiny must favour mind which wakes
Sensitive to others, self, at last
Allowing future fortunate, feast fast
With welcome banquet may replace. Hope breaks
All walls as palls are lifted, bread AND cakes
Ideal on menu offer fine repast.
The choice: rejoice/refuse luck's olive sprig,
EDge lose or choose free voice, joy's whirligig.
Acrostic Sonnet TWO ROADS AWAITED
10 January 2009
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French Title Translation:
Two options - on roads and on defeats
bread AND cakes: See Marie Antoinette when informed that the people were revolting, demanding bread because of starvation she replied: 'Let them eat cake'
Deux Routes: des routes ou des déroutes poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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For Mel (villanelle)
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
The old ones, in their dotage, linger on –
they, with no future, live only in the past.
And we who can but sit, dumb and aghast,
scarcely believe that while the sun still shone
the one who should have lived has gone so fast.
Six decades older, surviving to their last
few days or years, together but alone,
they, with no future, live only in the past.
At least she kept on living to the last,
but should have had a future. She has none.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast,
and they, for whom so many years have passed,
are unaware that one they loved is gone.
They, with no future, live only in the past,
mark time until the final trumpet blast,
and never know the respite they have won.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
They, with no future, live only in the past.
poem by Paul Hansford
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Blossom Comes with Spring - 1378
Joy and imagination here would seek
Attainment and serenity, at last
Creating through a wonder word world fast
Karmic fusion where two minds may speak
Intensely, neither verbally nor weak.
Expectations high were, in the past,
Countered by betrayal - world which vast
Had seemed became less trusting, sprang a leak,
Although awareness reached fresh plateau peak.
Need for self-trust, priority forecast,
Combining choice with voice, full sails, strong mast,
Heart high held here hopes harmony. Hurt bleak
At present fades preparing future fair,
New blossom comes with spring, warms everywhere.
(17 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Breath by Breath
Our moments are precious and
Our time is now.
Use it wisely and use it well!
There is no connecting the past
And future. The presence is the
in-between and only lasts but
Less than a breath.
The presence is so fast,
a blink of an eye and it is the past!
Then are we really living our future with
each inhale and our past goes out
with each exhale?
Are is it really just a pretence of presence?
Future - Past,
Future - Past,
Future - Past!
poem by JDarrell Kirkley
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Where Is This Beauty?
Where is this beauty, what soma has she assumed?
Shall I make consort with thee- my heart's consumed?
Ne'er shall I be entire until such time
As I may adjoin with your beauty, sublime!
As though prelude, surely I have met thee before-
Not cognizant of the future we had in store,
Assuredly, our brief confluences of the past
Were but a hint of this amative that doth last!
Significance of such shall not be made of, slight-
Nor too, the jubilation in me it doth incite!
With not a word, still to me, you do speak-
For you are the glorious beauty I do seek!
All shall be proffered for such, as all from such, are begot-
Alas, for my life entire, this embraces all I have sought!
Maurice Harris,21 July 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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Time My Past My Future! ! !
Time My Past My Future
The time is racing my past behind me
NO!
My past in front,
My future behind,
I wasn't thinking of my future,
I was back in my past.
But now this is my story! ! ! !
A mother who did not love me,
A sister a brother trying to comfort me,
I felt all alone
Now inhale
and
Exhale.
My future
A mother, A brother, once upon a time a father,
But no more
I stride for my future,
Not for my past
I tell you children
NEVER Look Back! ! !
But i do wondering......
I f my past was different would my future be better?
Would it?
Never mind that,
The time is racing to my future
I live for today and NOT tomarrow.
So I Never Look Back.
poem by Chauntae Ridley
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The Past, Now and Future
the past is what makes me, me
the now is what i choose to be
the future is what i cant see
if i live in the past
the now wont last
the future comes fast
the past was bad
the now is sad
the future has to be glad
the past is over and gone
the now is here, so i go on
the future is soon to come
poem by Sandy Nobody
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Today Is The Start Of A New Week
Today is the start of a new week,
Will I find the answers I do seek?
Will the ill-luck of the past finally go?
Will the future brighten ~ even if slow?
Three years of good fortune have now passed,
I’d hoped it would forever last,
But that’s not the way HE has for us,
HE must test our Faith, ~ in HIM ~ our Trust.
When we lie at the bottom, in despair,
Will we learn to overcome and repair,
Look up to the Future, forget the Past,
Take hold of our Lives, Let the Die be cast?
Through the Black Clouds we must go,
Daily, Weekly, not fast, but slow,
Seeking for Comfort, have Faith in HIM,
That we’ll not drown, but forward will swim.
There’s blue on the Horizon to be found,
Let’s open the curtain of our despair,
Slowly we work to rebuild our Lives,
Knowing HE’s with us, and HE does care.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 24 April 2006
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Count Me Blessed
Its genesis was unassuming, a query, its form-
The outgrowth obviates, all should conform!
A presence as soothing as her own name,
A spirit no one could ever possibly tame;
As the night wants for the Sun's renewal-
The world wants for this precious jewel!
What for, pray tell, has been made this gifting-
Of a lady so true, with a way that's so uplifting?
Count me blessed, for pleasure of her consort-
One that may not help but to invite true comfort!
Belying her own beauty, she knows not her own grace;
This is but causal the same, to the world's embrace!
Listen now beauteous one, to the world's rejoice-
Heed now this bellowed call, you haven't but a choice!
Maurice Harris,8 February 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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To Not Choose
i made my choice
and my choice was to not choose
what happens next
is not of my choosing
but merely a consequence
of my indecision
so be kind to my lack of choice
it was the only way
to not be forced between two goods
and instead be made to have ONE
and in that one, is my future
my future of wellbeing
and knowing that
i did not choose wrongly
(heh, i don't know what's up with my writing style lately... it's very much NOT structured... or rhyming all that much... hmm...)
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Happiness depends upon ourselves 1850 Initial Version
Who ask joy, who'd mask ploy, frequently find
heaven or hell enjoyed through choice defined.
(31 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Frozen in Time
Are you giving me a chance?
To see my past
Or to see my future
Just a glimpse to one place
Would I want to see what has already happed?
Or learn what is to become of me later in life
You tell me make your choice
Whether to go forward or back
To the beginning of time
Or the revolution of the future
Will I like either or
Will I feel cold on my past?
Or hate my future
I will never know
For I am stuck in the present
poem by Gabriell Albert
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Within the True Oneness of God, The Almighty!
These truths we behold,
To be self-evident!
On this day...
January 20th 2009,
We have become further enriched,
By an enlightenment...
In which,
A lifting of a broading ray of light...
Appears to those enclosed in shadows,
To unveil a revealing advancement of change!
These truths we behold,
To be self-evident!
The power of ideals,
Has been unlocked...
From a concealment.
Blocked,
It would seem...
By those denying dreams!
And all of those interests...
That had been kept segmented,
In divisions.
Are now professed,
Can no longer be confined to suppress.
By those who sought to keep themselves...
Separate and above the rest!
A collective mindset comes to rejoice!
For the purpose to unite everyone on Earth...
In one voice.
Heard!
To delight within...
The true Oneness of God, The Almighty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Child Rest Sleep Well In Your Parent's Love
My preschool daughter has come
to me with her tears and her woe;
upset and tired she will play now
in comfort beside me she will not go.
The troubles of the world hang heavy
on her heart tired she will not depart;
her mother is upset she arrives with hurt
little pride reason unimportant cause start.
Who am I her father to deny
her this place of comfort
here at my sought pillow knee.
Fast asleep now she is safe
she sleeps by my sought side
to awake hours later rested be.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Future Of The Past
New times are now old ones,
Old ones are now history,
History becomes ancient,
Ancient becomes unknown,
Unknown shifts though time,
Shaping and molding in every which way,
Unknown times become myths,
Myths become religions,
False becomes truth,
Truths move to morals,
Morals are now what we live by,
Now has just become then,
The past has once been the future,
The future will soon become the past,
You were once born in the future of the past,
But the past has caught up,
And taken you with it.
Like a deadly arrow the past pierces life,
The future itself becomes victim to its strike.
As if to be Bonnie and Clyde,
Hand in hand the two opposites collide,
Together bringing everything to their long awaited fate.
Doing what they do best toward their ever most passions,
The future and the past are, and were, the two deadliest assassins,
Today,
Tomorrow,
And yesterday...
poem by Justin MonacoBarnes
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Three Coins
In the fountains of our youth
are scattered three coins of our life.
The past, the present and the future
all of them lay there.
As we dip into the waters,
we try to pluck out each coin.
We may grab the past,
maybe even the present,
but the future lies beyond our reach
elusive, as it will always be.
We have lived the past,
the present we are living.
However, the future
is never ours to see
and so we leave the three coins
in the fountains of our youth
where they will always be.
19 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Concrete Mind
Can I get a pass, from my wrongs?
Will you make me not forget?
Are you like a concrete mind,
That's permanently set?
Concrete mind won't wear out.
For when she has a crack.
She only fills in where it's split.
Your wrongs she'll always track.
I thought I would be honest
Lead a new way of life
To concrete mind this is a weapon
She'll use just like a knife
She'll just use it against you
You'll never live it down
Her life is like a circus
And you're the lonely clown
And when you try to fix
The things that have been broken
Concrete mind will take your wrongs
And use them like a token
Where did I go wrong you'll ask
In each and every way
So if you trip and stumble
Concrete mind will say:
“Go straight to jail,
Do not pass go
Be ashamed
You are so low
Just like scum,
You always rise
All of your truths
To me their lies
You past is now
You'll never change
Forgiveness a word
I find so strange
I will forgive
But not forget
My heart is hard
My mind is set
Show you mercy?
Show you grace?
Go find those things
Another place.
All you give.
I'll simply take.
I'll do this till,
Your will I break”
Concrete mind
Will you soften a bit?
I've tried so hard,
But I want to quit.
Like one step forward
And Ten steps back
You throw me a rope
Without any slack
Concrete mind
Can't you see
From your concrete prison
I can't break free
So concrete mind
I ask one last time
Will I ever pay the price
For my past crimes
Your concrete heart
Your concrete mind
Won't let me leave
My past behind
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Dawns Decay
each babe wakes to earths new dawn,
mistaking new for what is worn,
futures cast before they're born.
childhood cheer renews life's sheen,
repainting vistas last past seen,
brightens futures grey cast screen.
childhood cheer gives way to teen,
early brightness now unseen,
noon sun slides to evenings scene.
adults wallow in the past,
spying dusk - horizon sat,
futures span is failing fast.
the current moment caught at last,
the future spent, the past fades fast,
no escape from deaths grim grasp.
poem by Christopher Withers
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