Upwardly Mobile Breasts Current Version
Upwardly mobile breasts
link together East and West,
occupying cyberspace
to tease, to please, as they unbrace,
spring feeding fantasy oppressed,
that gravity which, second-guessed,
would temper passions. These, apace,
grow, flow with honey, milk, chased chaste.
Upwardly mobile breasts
time time. Against time each protests,
the morals of the marketplace,
reject as callous, coarse, misplaced
manipulative maladress.
By tenderness they're more impressed.
Pneumatic cushions chaste encase
chased goals which souls should not debase.
Man, mammal mammary obsessed,
manhandles, memory manifests
'I' level interest interface
_sings [t]issues in both good, poor taste,
can't displace attention best
focused elsewhere, soul possessed
by magnet tandem ride, slim waist,
upwardly mobile, undepressed.
D stands for Double bubble laced,
succulence asymetric spaced
to dot eyes until life's digressed
by bridal bridle dispossesed.
Upwardly mobile breasts,
down and out, or corset pressed,
pear or apple pair set pace.
Fancy free, corset compressed
holding out or, on request,
outstanding assets in life's quest.
'Eye...cons' which, since time, showcased,
imagination ever graced.
Mental midgets, men molest
magnificence, soft curves that crest,
mammoth mounts, lose sense as, stressed,
off limits spend cents, joy joints case
from chest to rib-cage, touching base
with fancy's fables few detest.
Fun bags balloon 'bove Everest,
peak projections never rest,
fun to strum or to digest,
[c]rush hour preoccupations taste
angst lest dream disintegrates.
Upwardly mobile breasts,
in the pink, admired with zest,
swift soar above the commonplace,
'To wit' says one, 'To woo I'll case
the joint to free restraints! ' 'Obsessed! '
replies the other, 'feathered nest.'
Some, spread, taut drawn to taunt Time's haste,
lest silly cones should run to waste.
Willing pilgrim has progressed
from swamps which ignorance infest
to bliss which wishful-thinking place
beyond restraints, beyond transgress,
to tweak twin teats whose sweets replace
canned cream, the dream of marketplace,
disgorging drips pursed lips embrace
disbursed, dispersed as angel grace
beyond all sin to win process
absorbing all mankind holds best.
Upwardly mobile breasts
twin ambitions as each tests
pride of place within a space
confined by cups designers trace.
Sins forgotten, sins confessed,
spin between twin softness pressed
to service in the cause, a brace
of points to please tease populace.
Cleavage corsetry compressed
from north to south too soon goes west,
celestial swellings sprout apace,
far flung flood buds bras encase
lest moral limits be transgressed
by itchy fingers, faith finessed.
Temptation's twin sins some replace
with artificial plastic paste,
an operation sometimes messed
up by physicians miss dissed; pest.
Upwardly mobile breasts
stay seldom neutral, peaks suggest
peeks lead to perks as 'any place'
and 'any time' combine, solace.
Passion's promise keeps abreast
of impressions which, expressed,
are in the [e]yes that greet sweet face
care seldom if it masks disgrace.
Mammocentric eyes invest
passion flowers with powers based
on wishful thinking brazen-faced,
Life's swings and roundabouts repressed,
dream to anoint each welcome guest
who'd reach each rosy hued rosace
that gobble-wobble lips dream trace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
feel Spring bounce from winter vests
shed inhibitions to replace
trends today, seek pride of place
to fashion passions doubly blessed,
by birth from Earth to Heaven's zest,
by girth and mirth from crown to waist
which it were pitiful to waste.
Perking upwards or compressed,
start from scratch unprepossessed,
or twinset bound no stitch misplaced,
responsive, cool, none should lambaste
these summits summed up in verse fest
as sum_ma cum laude digest,
some mum, some milk, all season chased,
none grounds for an antitrust case.
Upwardly mobile breasts
no double-binds admit, addressed
careers from leers leap to embrace
appointment rendezvous erase.
Causing cardiac arrests
when imagined underdressed,
parking fines they may efface
sense saving cents, though losing face.
Each with virulence detests
when 'up and coming' feather nests,
each insists on touching base
instincts, and, in any case,
hearts are locked in treasure chest,
arts star stocked winning pleasure best.
Each with proper pride of place
spurns letting down, gowns grace with taste.
Upwardly mobile breasts
interest and reinvest
the suck[l]ers' dreams of cream embrace,
stand out, outstanding interface.
Undulating, double gests
bubble burst to nip mens' jests
in the bud and interlace
dreams with themes of satin, lace.
Every pendulum contests
Time's encroachments, Time's behests,
lusting for a timeless race,
trumps to overtrump life's ace.
Discontent with second-best
each weighs, both playful, self-possessed,
the force that mountains might displace,
rejects attentions out of place.
Upwardly mobile breasts
cleave to tap the sap thats blessed,
in competition set the pace,
respond to magic wand in place
till will's distressed as dispossessed
by years, by tears, by Time's conquest,
till wrinkles undermine form, face,
and one by one all fall from grace.
Proud peaches round which crowd once pressed
discover pendulums depressed
by Time which at a pretty pace
leaps onwards, leaving scarce a trace
of ruby tipple nipples dressed
in pride of place, art coalesced.
As artist poet. Last verse placed
by other thoughts must be replaced.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Upwardly MobileBreasts
Upwardly mobile breasts
link together East and West,
occupying cyberspace
to tease, to please, as they unbrace -
spring feeding fantasy oppressed -
that gravity which, second-guessed,
would temper passions. These, apace,
grow, flow with honey, milk, chased chaste.
Man, mammal mammary obsessed,
manhandles, memory manifests
'I' level interest interface_
_sings [t]issues in both good, poor taste,
can't displace attention best
focused elsewhere, soul possessed
by magnet tandem ride, slim waist,
upwardly mobile, undepressed.
D stands for Double bubble laced,
succulence symetric spaced
to dot eyes until life’s digressed
by bridal bridle, dispossessed.
Upwardly mobile breasts -
down and out, or corset pressed,
pear or apple pair set pace.
Fancy free, corset compressed
holding out or, on request,
outstanding assets in life's quest.
'Eye...cons' which, since time, showcased,
imagination ever graced.
Man, mental midget, seems impressed
by mammoth mountains, curves which crest
from chest to rib-cage, touching base
with fancy's fables few detest.
Fun bags balloon 'bove Everest,
peak projections never rest,
[c]rush hour preoccupations taste
angst lest dream disintegrates.
Upwardly mobile breasts -
in the pink, admired with zest, -
swift soar above the commonplace,
'To wit' says one, 'To woo I'll case
the joint to free restraints! ' 'Obsessed! '
replies the other, 'feathered nest.'
Some, spread, taut drawn to taunt Time's haste,
lest silly cones should run to waste.
Willing pilgrim has progressed
from swamps which ignorance infest
to bliss which wishful-thinking place
beyond restraints, beyond transgress,
beyond all sin to win process
absorbing all mankind holds best.
Upwardly mobile breasts -
which mammocentric eyes invest
with passion flowers' powers based
on wishful thinking brazen-faced, -
Life's swings and roundabouts repressed,
dream to anoint each welcome guest
who'd reach each rosy hued rosace
that gobble-wobble lips may trace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
twin ambitions as each tests
pride of place within a space
confined by cups designers trace.
Sins forgotten, sins confessed,
spin between twin softness pressed
to service in the cause - a brace
of points to please the populace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
stay seldom neutral, peaks suggest
peeks lead to perks as ‘any place’
and ‘any time’ combine, solace.
Passion's promise keeps abreast
of impressions which, expressed,
are in the [e]yes that greet a face
fair, - care not if it masks disgrace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
feel Spring bounce from winter vests
shed inhibitions to replace
trends today, seek pride of place
to fashion passions doubly blessed –
by birth from Earth to Heaven’s zest,
by girth and mirth from crown to waist
which it were pitiful to waste.
Perking upwards or compressed,
start from scratch unprepossessed,
or twinset bound no stitch misplaced,
responsive, cool, none should lambaste
these summits summed up in verse fest
as sum_ma cum laude digest,
some mum, some milk, all season chased,
none grounds for an antitrust case.
Upwardly mobile breasts
no double-binds admit, - addressed
careers from leers leap to embrace
appointment rendez-vous erase.
Causing cardiac arrests
when imagined underdressed,
parking fines they may efface
sense saving cents, though losing face.
Each with virulence detests
when 'up and coming' feather nests,
each insists on touching base
instincts, and, in any case,
hearts are locked in treasure chest,
arts star stocked winning pleasure best.
Each with proper pride of place
spurns letting down, gowns grace with taste.
Upwardly mobile breasts
time time. Against time each protests
the morals of the marketplace,
reject as callous, coarse, misplaced
manipulative maladress.
By tenderness they’re more impressed.
Pneumatic cushions chaste encase
chased goals which souls should not debase.
Upwardly mobile breasts
interest and reinvest
the suck[l]ers' dreams of cream embrace, -
stand out, outstanding interface.
Undulating, double gests
bubble burst to nip mens’ jests
in the bud and interlace
dreams with themes of satin, lace.
Every pendulum contests
Time’s encroachments, Time’s behests,
lusting for a timeless race -
trumps to overtrump life’s ace.
Discontent with second-best
each weighs, both playful, self-possessed,
the force that mountains might displace,
rejects attentions out of place.
Upwardly mobile breasts
cleave to tap the sap thats blessed,
in competition set the pace,
respond to magic wand in place
till will’s distressed as dispossessed
by years, by tears, by Time’s conquest,
till wrinkles undermine form, face,
and one by one all fall from grace.
© Jonathan Robin 19 November 1995 revised 4 April 2005,2 February 2007,17 June 2008,9 May 2009
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Upwardly Mobile Breasts
Upwardly mobile breasts
twin ambitions as each tests
pride of place within a space
confined by cups designers trace.
Sins forgotten, sins confessed,
spin between twin softness pressed
to service in the cause - a brace
of points to please the populace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
link together East and West,
occupying cyberspace
to tease, to please, as they unbrace -
spring feeding fantasy oppressed -
that gravity which, second-guessed,
would temper passions. These, apace,
grow, flow with milk and honey, case
the joint to free restraints repressed,
dream to anoint welcome guest,
and reach each rosy hued rosace
which gobble-wobble lips may trace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
are very seldom second-guessed,
peeks lead to perks as ‘anyplace’
and ‘anytime’ combine to solace.
Peaks of passion keep abreast
of impressions which, expressed,
are in the [e]yes that greet a face
fair, - care not if it masks disgrace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
feel Spring bounce from winter vests
shed inhibitions to replace
trends today, seek pride of place
to fashion passions doubly blessed –
by birth from Earth to Heaven’s zest,
by girth and mirth from crown to waist
which it were pitiful to waste.
Upwardly mobile breasts
no double-binds admit, - addressed
careers from leers leap to embrace
appointment rendez-vous erase.
Causing cardiac arrests
when imagined underdressed,
parking fines they may efface
saving pocketbook and face.
Each with virulence detests
when rivals try to feather nests,
each insists on touching base
instincts, and, in any case,
hearts are locked in treasure chest,
arts star stocked winning pleasure best.
Each with proper pride of place
chasteness spurns, turns to the chase.
Upwardly mobile breasts
time time. Against time each protests
the morals of the marketplace,
reject as coarse and commonplace
manhandling as a maladress, -
by tenderness they’re more impressed.
Pneumatic cushions would encase
shared goals where souls will nought debase.
Upwardly mobile breasts
interest and reinvest
the suck[l]ers' dreams of cream embrace, -
stand out, outstanding interface.
Undulating, double gests
bubble burst to nip mens’ jests
in the bud and interlace
dreams with themes of satin, lace.
Every pendulum contests
Time’s encroachments, Time’s behests,
lusting for a timeless race -
trumps to overtrump life’s ace.
Discontent with second-best
each weighs, both playful, self-possessed,
the force that mountains might displace,
rejects attentions out of place.
Upwardly mobile breasts
cleave to tap the sap thats blessed,
in competition set the pace,
respond to magic wand in place
till will’s distressed as dispossessed
by years, by tears, by Time’s conquest,
till wrinkles undermine form, face,
and one by one all fall from grace.
19 November 1995, version 4 April 2006
Upwardly Mobile Breasts
Upwardly mobile breasts
twin ambitions as each tests
pride of place within a space
confined by cups designers trace.
Every pendulum protests
Time’s encroachments, Time’s behests,
lusting for a timeless race -
trumps to overtrump life’s ace.
Interest with interest
repay, stocks share, they reinvest
the suckers' dreams of cream embrace, -
Stand out outstanding interface.
Sins forgotten, sins confessed,
spin between twin softness pressed
to service in the cause - a brace
of points to please the populace.
Peaks of passion keep abreast
of impressions which expressed
are in the (e) yes that greet a face
fair, - care not if it masks disgrace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
feel Spring bounce from winter vests
shed inhibitions to replace
trends today, seek pride of place.
Each with virulence contests
all rivals’ rights to feather nests,
each insists on touching base
instincts and, in any case,
hearts are locked in treasure chest,
arts star stocked win pleasure best!
Each with proper pride of place
chasteness spurns, turns to the chase
Undulating, double gests
bubble bursts to nip mens’ jests
in the bud and interlace
dreams with themes of satin, lace.
Upwardly mobile breasts
cleave to tap the sap thats blessed
till wrinkles undermine form, face,
and one by one they fall from grace.
19 November 1995 and verses 3 & 5 added 4 April 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 16
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’m feeling all alone
I can’t connect with my friends out there
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I miss its ringing tone
I’ve searched for it everywhere
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
And now I cannot roam
I must stay near in case it rings
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I do not wish to moan
It has numbers, dates and all kinds of things
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
And now I guess I’m prone
To wander like a lost zombie
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve no mind of my own
Without it there to organise me
I’ve lost my mobile phone
poem by Flying Lemming
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Contentment
Where Cupid wears no double face, -
beholder and beholden trace
together love in love's embrace
as each heart charts the other's pace.
No rush, no crush, no pride of place,
nor hide, nor free-ride commonplace,
as two take time to interface
outside of time in any case.
There’s chaste, no chaser and no chase,
there's no disgrace but only grace
and one shared chrysalid whose case
contentment spins as two enlace.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Going Mobile
I'm goin' home
And when I wanna go home
I'm goin' mobile
Well, I'm gonna find a home
And we'll see how it feels
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'
I can pull up by the curb
I can make it on the road
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
And talk with people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'
Out in the woods
Or in the city
It's all the same to me
When I'm drivin' free, the world's my home
When I'm mobile
Hee, hoo!
beep beep!
Play the tape machine
Make the toast and tea
When I'm mobile
Well I can lay in bed
With only highway ahead
When I'm mobile
Keep me movin'
Keep me movin'
Over 50
Keep me groovin'
Just a hippie gypsy
Come on move now
Movin'
Keep me movin', yeah
Keep me movin', groovin', groovin', yeah
Movin', Yeah
Mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, ...
I don't care about pollution
I'm an air-conditioned gypsy
That's my solution
Watch the police and the tax man miss me
I'm mobile
Oooooh, yeah, hee!
Mobile, mobile, mobile yeah
song performed by by Who
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Mobile
Went back home again
this sucks gotta pack up and leave again
say goodbye to all my friends
can't say when I'll be there again
It's time now to turn around
Turn my back on
EVERYTHING (turn my back on) everything....
[chorus]
Everythings changing when I turn around all out of my control I'm a mobile.
Everythings changing when I turn around all out of my control I'm a mobile.
Start back at this life
Stretch myself back into the vibe
I'm waking up to say I've tried
Instead of waking up to another TV GUIDE
It's time now to turn around
Turn and walk on this crazy ground oh oh oh....
[chorus]
Everythings changing when I turn around all out of my control I'm a mobile
Everythings changing out of what I know everywhere I go I'm a mobile
I'm a mobile
Hanging from the ceiling lifes a mobile spinning round
with mixed feelings crazy and wild ...
sometimes I wanna SCREAM OUT LOUD ....
Everythings changing
everywhere I go
All out of my control
Everythings changing
everywhere I go out of what I know
la la la la la la (la la)
la la la la la la (la la)
la la la la la la (la la la)
la la la la la la
[chorus]
Everythings changing when I turn around all out of my control I'm a mobile
Everythings changing out of what I know everywhere I go I'm a mobile
I'm a mobile
song performed by by Avril Lavigne from Let Go
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Model. Two mobile eyes in a mobile head, itself on a mobile body.
quote by Robert Bresson
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Collective Chrysalis
Before tired tocsin tolls, notes final dawn
objections bowls to smithereens, blasts corn,
beauty need know no double face,
ambiguity's about-face.
Beholder and beholden lace
together love in love's embrace
each beat completes sweet other's pace.
Be forward, ward off wardens, trough or storm,
accounts drawn, love withdrawn or jealous scorn.
Base all on sharing, never base,
replace conformist time and place
with acceptance and erase
all pettiness too commonplace
that mars, that bars true state of grace.
Before last keynote speech leaves pages torn,
reach out, life's rose shows scent's well worth time's thorn.
There's neither chaser, chaste disgraced,
comparisons to draw, changed taste.
Fulfillment never runs to waste.
Collective chrysalis encased
in love's state states case for fresh trace.
for previous version entitled Lids Can Open 20050322 see below
Lids Can Open
After midnight tolls, before the dawn
insight objections bowls, won't be foresworn
beauty knows no double face
beholder and beholden trace
together love in love's embrace
where each heart charts the other's pace.
Drop keynote speech, leave pages torn,
reach out, out reach, rose needs no thorn,
there is no chaser and no chase
there's no disgrace but only grace
and one shared chrysalid in case
the lid can open, fears erase.
(30 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Smile and Mobile
You have a smile
You have a mobile
Just smile
Talk in mobile
Call me in mobile
With a smile
I am with you
And you are with me
And it is time
For you for me
To dance to smile.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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This Is The Life
I eat filet mignon seven times a day
My bathtubs filled with perrier
What can I say
This is the life
I buy a dozen cars when Im in the mood
I hire somebody to chew my food
Im an upwardly mobile dude
This is the life
They say that money corrupts you
But I cant really tell
I got the whole world at my feet
And I think its pretty swell
I got women lined up outside my door
Theyve been waitin there since the week before
Who could ask for more
This is the life
Youre dead for a real long time
You just cant prevent it
So if money cant buy happiness
I guess Ill have to rent it
Yeah, every day I make the front page news
No time to pay my dues
I got a million pairs of shoes
This is the life
I got a solid gold cadillac
I make a fortune while I sleep
You can tell Im a living legend
Not some ordinary creep
No way, Im the boss, the big cheese
Yeah, I got this town on its knobby little knees
And I can do just what I please
This is the life
Thats right, Im the king, number one
I buy monographed kleenex by the ton
I pay the bills, I call the shots
I grease the palms, I buy the yachts
One thing I can guarantee
The best things in life, they sure aint free
Its such a thrill just to be me
This is the life
Waah, this is the life
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Goin Mobile
Im goin home
Im goin home
And when I wanna go home
And when I wanna go home
Im goin mobile
Im goin mobile
Well, Im gonna find a home
Well, Im gonna find a home
And well see how it feels
And well see how it feels
Goin mobile
Goin mobile
Keep me movin
Keep me movin
I can pull up by the curb
I can pull up by the curb
I can make it on the road
I can make it on the road
Goin mobile
Goin mobile
I can stop in any street
I can stop in any street
And talk with people that we meet
And talk with people that we meet
Goin mobile
Goin mobile
Keep me movin
Keep me movin
Out in the woods
Out in the woods
Or in the city
Or in the city
Its all the same to me
Its all the same to me
When Im drivin free, the worlds my home
When Im drivin free, the worlds my home
When Im mobile
When Im mobile
Hee, hoo!
Hee, hoo!
Beep beep!
Beep beep!
Play the tape machine
Play the tape machine
Make the toast and tea
Make the toast and tea
When Im mobile
When Im mobile
Well I can lay in bed
Well I can lay in bed
With only highway ahead
With only highway ahead
When Im mobile
When Im mobile
Keep me movin
Keep me movin
Keep me movin
Keep me movin
Over 50
Over 50
Keep me groovin
Keep me groovin
Just a hippie gypsy
Just a hippie gypsy
Come on move now
Come on move now
Movin
Movin
Keep me movin, yeah
Keep me movin, yeah
Keep me movin, groovin, groovin, yeah
Keep me movin, groovin, groovin, yeah
Movin, yeah
Movin, yeah
Mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, ...
Mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, ...
I dont care about pollution
I dont care about pollution
Im an air-conditioned gypsy
Im an air-conditioned gypsy
Thats my solution
Thats my solution
Watch the police and the tax man miss me
Watch the police and the tax man miss me
Im mobile
Im mobile
Oooooh, yeah, hee!
Oooooh, yeah, hee!
Mobile, mobile, mobile yeah
Mobile, mobile, mobile yeah
song performed by by Who
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This All Too Mobile Home
I get four or five miles a gallon in this old car
I don't care as long as it takes me to where you are
You ain't leavin' no tracks to follow
It's driving me mad but what else can I do?
This all too mobile home
Is calling out for you
You were thirty miles out of Phoenix on a three-day drive
When you left to find the angular number five
You slammed the door behind you
You walked out on the life that we once knew
This all too mobile home
Is calling out for you
[Solo]
Well, they say it's Salt lake city
But now we're man on man
Take your hand outta my pocket
Don't put it in again
You get married in San Diego
And these times that roll out need to be brought on through
This all to mobile home
Is calling after you
Well, this all too mobile home is killing me
And there's nothing that you can do to set me free
Darling, oh now, darling, come back to me...
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Alabama Sundown
(Dave Kirby and Danny Morrison)
The cold December wind seems bent on rockin' New York City
The town that's got me down to my last dime
And everywhere I go, the people seem in such a hurry
To keep this Mobile girl from feelin' fine
Chorus:
Lord, what I'd give to see an Alabama sundown
The sun just seemed to drop in Mobile Bay
New York town has got a gifted way to keep a girl down
But that never was the Mobile way, no, no
That never was the Mobile way
A flashing sign says that you can rent a bed for just a dollar
In anybody's town, that price is cheap
It's a shame to know a girl would ever fall down to my standards
'Cause I need ninety cents to go to sleep
Repeat Chorus
I felt so big the day I left that Mobile couldn't hold me
I thought there had to be a better way
But if I could find that man that first called Lady Luck a lady
That gentleman would surely learn to pray
Repeat Chorus Twice & Fade
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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On Apes and Angels
We time together for some little space
Each adding unto each when harmony
Advances understanding, spirits free,
Rewards unneeded where acceptance trace
Enscribes upon the book of life. No race,
As difference mingles through the 'he in she'.
Some parts speak heart, some mindspeak, some may be
Too scared, too scarred, to trust amazing grace,
Refusing opportunities replace
Alliance open-end annuity.
None are all apes, none angels are that see
Great expectations through that interlace
Ever spokes Cause, Effect, put into place.
Most are part angel, primate part, mate we
In meeting may mutate wait's weight to be
Not breath constrictive which blind eye won't face,
Generating rather interface
Lifting ape to angel, when agree
Inner angels need reality,
Need also space to grow and to touch base.
Glimpsing future song ape's density
Only grasps when Time extends its see
Far from minds' current streams which soon erase
All trace of what might possibly debase
Perpetual search of self - and right to flee,
Eliminate choice offered as a key
An angel wise rejects - preferring chase,
New challenge daily, turns down 'just in case'
Desires and aspirations think link key.
Ape, down to earth, asserts priority
No angel could endorse for narrow pace
Goodwill may seem to squander not embrace,
Empathy mistrusts top/down celerity.
Life mingles ape and angel, colours minds,
Sorrow seldom see[k]s what free joy finds...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I want to be with you always
I want to be with you always
That is what my heart says…
I want to be with you always
All the nights and all the days
I want to be with you always
Like the two eyes on your face.
I want to be with you always….
Be it devil’s curse or God’s grace
I want to be with you always
For you, no one can replace.
I want to be with you always….
In the warmth of your embrace
I want to be with you always…
As without you, I’m just a trace.
I want to be with you always
Like Hanuman Ji and his mace!
I want to be with you always
Be it fame or disgrace.
I want to be with you always…
Like a frock’s embroidered lace
I want to be with you always....
For you, from my life I cannot erase.
I want to be with you always
Be it life’s race or gentle pace
I want to be with you always
You are my world’s every place.
I want to be with you always
In my life’s cards, you are the Ace.
I want to be with you always....
Wherever I am, you fill that space.
I want to be with you always
Death, are you listening?
If you take him, take me
And let me rest my case.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Life In The Suburbs And Middle Class Living
Endless the suburbs stretch out from the towns
Upwardly mobile and not looking down
Attitudes born of self-interest
Thinking the rest of the country's a mess
All in its place and nothing untidy
Crockery matching and fresh fish on friday
Sending the kids to well priviledged schools
Asking for quiet when watching the news
Having two children a dog and a cat
Dreaming of buying a holiday flat
Driving two cars, one for him one for her
Stopping the children from using rude words
Always so busy with so much to do
Worrying 'bout that strange smell in the loo
Drinking good wine but not to excess
Uncomfortable with the mere mention of sex
Nervous about the high interest rates
Angry with tradesmen who always come late
Delighted that smoking's now banned in the pubs
Worrying 'bout the new pests on the shrubs
Buying organic 'cos you should do these days
Preparing fresh pasta in manifold ways
An Italian machine that makes cafe latte
Planning the meal for the next dinner party
Buying your clothes from label designers
Angry about the new chips on the china
Mowing the lawn with a satisfied grin
Wondering when the new neighbours move in
This life it is perfect or so they say
But nothing much happens - I hate it that way.
poem by David Keig
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Conceal to reveal
Breasts bare, breasts with bra,
Breasts revealing the cleavage,
Breasts under blouse with bare belly
And breasts with contour visible
Have their appeal up in that order.
The more one is left for imagination
The more the beauty will reveal.
06.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Choice Channels Choice Channels Choice Current Version
Is Man Free Will or karmic puppet strung
upon Fate's juggling whim with sting or stung
dependant on some déjà vu song sung
by Time's wind blown?
Thus, 'What is Truth? ' if logic's made to fit
some preconceived ideas, Cartesian kit:
'The moving finger writes, and having writ
moves on' to clone
another pawn whose dawn is followed soon
by blight or boon, pride's sunny afternoon
is swift supplanted by black night. Buffoon
who would gold own!
Who seeks control, spurns writing on the wall
is often role-reversed, flight's final fall,
who takes theme 'dream supreme', who 'hears the call'
may be just drone.
What Tao to follow, what gleans win, means lose,
what grief's choice try, buy, what joy's track refuse?
Hindsight finds, binds vice voice to confuse
what's light, what's stone.
Hindsight tricks weal's wicks, drum double-bind,
dream mirage offers hesitating mind,
as what before remains, what's left behind,
hopes overthrown,
depends on more than superficial weave wound
on waft and weft success or failure found,
on pride or fall. Peak's call, cave underground,
mirth, dearth, atone.
Insight holds good when goal's perceived, race run
with trust, integrity, deception shunned,
with Fate's thread spun what seems done's just begun,
take stock alone.
Seconds spin, dissolve, fresh mesh weaves lace,
flesh minutes in strange sequence, interlace
the hours which daily years refresh to race
Ganesh unknown.
Each thought wave ripples out, conceives trump's ace
as cause/effect relationship few trace
and fewer find the time to interface
fate's seeds unsown.
All makes sense when channelled, radar's trace
decodes what static seems to those who'd lace
the edges of their cells of time and place
together thrown
Time deceives, re-edits joy, disgrace
here tosses coin, replaces tail with face,
there spin repeats, initial choice erase
with cards unshown.
What some believe as Gospel state of grace,
others hold heresy, biased debunk, debase.
Black, white, day, night, lack insight to replace
with hid what's shown.
On ignorance creeds feed, doubts cleave to base
on certanties' tease, insecure, they chase
from fount to font minds blind or lower case,
can't call their own
trust, tolerance leave or misplace
understanding, for neighbours living space
to foster common interest with good grace,
not pick a bone.
Thread pattern, fractal facettes reeve, erase
retinal after-image to encase
the here and now in setting far from base,
hear 'how's' tune-tone.
Thought waves pushmi-pully, surge, merge,
heave sigh of relief, burst bottlenecks embrace
Change interlink to ink invent, deplace
accent ‘chance' blown.
Surf foams with make-believe, fears future's face
leaves fall, leave echo [c]old, untold, embrace
the stirrings of another zeitgeist's pace
as challenge prone.
Second thoughts conjur hell or saving grace,
momentum gathered rushes on a-pace,
continuous, relentless, rolling race
to the unknown.
[19 June 2012]
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Second, there are two problems with respect to mobile homes in particular. One is we obviously don't want to put them in a flood plain, because if there's another flood, you're going to lose the mobile home.
quote by Michael Chertoff
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Channels
CHANNELS
Each second spins, dissolves, fresh mesh to weave
flesh minutes in strange sequence, interlace
the hours which daily years refresh to race
ganesh unknown.
Each thought wave ripples outwards to conceive
a cause/effect relationship few trace
and fewer find the time to interface
with the unsown.
Yet all makes sense where channels to receive
decode what static seems to those who’d lace
the edges of their cells of time and place
together thrown
while Time itself, intending to deceive,
here tosses coin, replaces tail with face,
there spin repeats, initial choice erase
with cards unshown.
What some receive as Gospel, strong believe,
others hold as heresy, disgrace.
Black, white, day, night, lack insight to replace
with hid what’s shown.
On ignorance credes feed when doubters cleave
to certitudes where, insecure, they chase
from fount to font minds blind or lower case,
can’t call their own
an attitude where tolerance would leave
for others understanding, living space
to foster common interest with good grace,
not pick a bone.
Thread true to pattern, facettes fractal reeve
retinal after-image to encase
the here and now in setting far from base –
hear, how’s, tune-tone.
Each thought wave push me-pull you t(r) ies to heave
sigh of relief, - burst bottlenecks Change brace
for interlink to ink invent, deplace
accent ‘chance’ blown.
Life Lakshmi surfs on foam of make-believe,
leaves fall, leave echo (c) old, untold, embrace
the stirrings of another zeitgeist’s pace …
as challenge prone.
Second thoughts conjur hell or saving grace,
momentum gathered rushes on a-pace,
continuous, relentless, rolling race
to the unknown…
Outline sketched 12 October 2005 rewritten 14 November 2006
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Road To Hell
Stood still on a highway I saw a woman by the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
reflected in my window.
Well
she walked up to my quarterlight and she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadows.
She said: Son
what are you doing here?
My fear for you has turned me in my grave.
I said: Mama
I come to the valley of the rich
myself to sell.
She said: Son
this is the road to hell.
On your journey 'cross the wilderness from the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to hell.
We'll
I'm standing by a river but the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison you can think of.
Then I'm underneath the streetlights
but the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows.
And the perverted fear of violence chokes a smile on every face
And common sense is ringing out the bells.
This ain't no technological breakdown
oh no
this is the road to hell.
And all the roads jam up with credit
and there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper flying away from you.
Look out world
take a good look what comes down here
You must learn these lesson fast and learn it well.
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no
this is the road
this is the road
this is the road to hell
song performed by by Chris Rea
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