White Sheet
White sheet resembles virgin bride,
unblemished, waiting tender hand
to st[r]oke the fire which out of hand
flares up in ph[r]ases to deride
conventions, rhyme schemes cut and dried.
Rhymed reasons often Time test stand
through feelings all may understand,
communication deep inside
soul sanctum which can't be denied
a share in wonderland while sand
still trickles, while the wedding band
runs circles round true love defied.
Both lover, writer, radiate
when, selfless, they communicate.
(1 March 1995 revised 16 October 2006 robi03_0750_robi03_0000 SXX_ILZ)
for previous version entitled Sheet see below
Each sheet is like a virgin bride,
Unblemished, waiting for the hand
That st[r]okes the fires that out of hand
Flare up in ph[r]ases that deride
Conventions, rhyme schemes cut and dried.
And yet rhyme's reasons Time's test stand
As feelings all can understand
Alliterate, can't be denied!
(1 March 1995)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Roses On White Lace
I saw you in your wedding gown
The prettiest dress
I came into the room that night
And made such a mess
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your eyes and your mouth open wide
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
So dead upon the bed
You hurt me in the deepest way
I'm crippled inside
I took your evil skin away
It's all cut and dried
I saw you tonight and carefully took your hand
With some smears on my cheeks
I knew that you would understand
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
So dead upon the bed, still searching for your head
They're never gonna find your face
It's hidden away
I found a very special place where you used to play
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your eyes and your mouth open wide
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
Crimson and sweet, stained on the sheet
Roses on white lace, pretty in red, dripping and wet
Roses on white lace, spilled on the walls, dark in the hall
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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For Everyman
Everybody I talk to is ready to leave
With the light of the morning
Theyve seen the end coming down long enough to believe
That theyve heard their last warning
Standing alone
Each has his own ticket in his hand
And as the evening descends
I sit thinking bout everyman
Seems like Ive always been looking for some other place
To get it together
Where with a few of my friends I could give up the race
And maybe find something better
But all my fine dreams
Well though out schemes to gain the motherland
Have all eventually come down to waiting for everyman
Waiting here for everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Waiting here for everyman--
Dont ask me if hell show -- baby I dont know
Make it on your own if you think you can
Somewhere later on youll have to take a stand
Then youre going to need a hand
Everybodys just waiting to hear from the one
Who can give them the answers
And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Where sweet childhood still dances
Wholl come along
And hold out that strong and gentle fathers hand?
Long ago I heard someone say something bout everyman
Waiting here for everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Im not trying to tell you that Ive seen the plan
Turn and walk away if you think I am--
But dont think too badly of one whos left holding sand
Hes just another dreamer, dreaming bout everyman
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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On Your 48th.
And so to you my sweet, it comes
The point at which, three quarters gone
Life trickles through our fingers
Like the sand,
In some sad, damaged hour-glass,
That runs ahead of man.
Months pass in days, and weeks in hours,
And how we age – like flowers that wilt in time;
Though beauty lies, not in unblemished skin,
But deep inside;
And character and grace shine at our eyes.
We rarely speak of love, as once we did
With hot breath steaming at the window panes,
And where we, breathless, rode along
The rim of our content,
We now seek quiet comfort in green lanes.
I love you still, and more than you would know,
Love walks beside me on the golden sand,
It makes my heart beat faster
When you smile,
And leaps like lightning, when you touch my hand.
2 October 1998
poem by David Lewis Paget
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They also Serve after John Milton On His Blindness
'They also serve, who only stand and wait'
survivor said, regretting others' fate.
'They also serve who wait without the gate'
time-server said, observing patron's gait.
'What service, light denied, anticipate? '
'Light - despite paradoxical life's plate! '
They're served, who only put on weight, expand,
whose judgement lies, so heavy on the land.
They swerve from justice, who, with heavy hand,
pervert the law, - for which they should be damned.
They wait, who only seem to serve and stand,
beware! a revolution is at hand.
To stand and wait in life to some seems nice
to taste of time, like salad, lacking spice!
(28 March 1981 revised 7 August 2007)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Interpretations
INTERPRETATIONS
Fat fortune's made, flat wife Dow fed
rat’s force runes laid, bat - strife - ciao - bed.
Version I Final Hour
Undefeated, all round oppressed,
pun deleted, fall sound suppressed.
Version II Foresight
Insightful plans in stealth prepared
sin, night, culls man, win’s wealth despaired.
Version III Adultery
Distresses through, fears one must stifle,
mistresses two, years won, lust, trifle.
Version IV Dixit Spouse
He’d rule, make hay, term ends today,
heed fool, fake bay, worm wends to play.
Version V Dixit Daughter
Who hid himself behind his wealth
in failing health must part from pelf.
Version VI Dixit Son
Abusing all, refusing fall,
lewd now must stall, cued to Death’s call
Version VII Dixit Bureaucrat
Who played sly hand, f[l]ame fanned, cold dust,
grew, greyed, sigh banned, aim sand, old, bust.
Version VIII Conclusion
Statistics show life’s little glow
soon ebbs, tide’s flow goes where none know.
Bonanza dreams, boon nailed, no shows,
so stanza schemes soon fail, flow slows.
23 March 1975 revised 4 February 2009
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f[l]ame: aim’s fame flame lame
The Art of Interpretation
My fortune’s made,
my wife is fed;
my future’s laid,
and so to bed!
Version I: The Final Hour
In life I came off best,
my fam’ly’s fed and dressed,
now comes the final test, -
I go at Thy behest!
Version II: Foresight
My plans are laid deep,
my wife counts her sheep,
the profits I’ll reap!
I’m falling asleep...
Version III Adultery
My wealth I won at poker,
my wife is with her mother,
in the arms of another,
my mistress, fears I’ll smother.
23 March 1975
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Only Worse
On one hand I count the reasons I could stay with you
And hold you close to me, all night long.
So many lover's games I could play with you
and on that hand I see no reason why it's wrong
Chorus:
But on the other hand, There's a golden band
To remind of someone who would not understand
On one hand I could stay and be your loving man
But the reason I must go is on the other hand
In your arms I feel the passion, I thought had died
When I looked into your eyes
I found myself
When I first kissed your lips I felt so alive
I've got to hand it to you girl, you're something else
Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Randy Travis
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On The Other Hand
On one hand I count the reasons I could stay with you
And hold you close to me, all night long.
So many lover's games I could play with you
and on that hand I see no reason why it's wrong
Chorus:
But on the other hand, There's a golden band
To remind of someone who would not understand
On one hand I could stay and be your loving man
But the reason I must go is on the other hand
In your arms I feel the passion, I thought had died
When I looked into your eyes I found myself
When I first kissed your lips I felt so alive
I've got to hand it to you girl, you're something else
Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Randy Travis
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I Wish Life Were Like It
when i was a child
mama would give me a blank sheet
of paper where i can draw lines and circles
where my imagination runs
unstopped like it were the wind
blowing anywhere
all colors swirl and figures of angels
and fairies and castles and horses are drawn &
after a while all these become too
crowded inside the four corners
of the large white sheet
and then tired of such figures and lines and
circles and colors crowding on that large white sheet
i decided to take it away and
crumple it and throw it on the waste basket
and i would tell mama that i am taking
another blank sheet for my use
and she says 'It's alright'
I wish my life were like it. Something that i can
change the moment i do not like it.
Something to crumple and throw when
necessity dictates it.
And then i take another for good start.
I wish it were like that. But simply said,
it isn't.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Altered Boy
Oh no, he's buying an island
Oh no, he's building a boat
Why does he never stop smiling?
Fun surrounds him like a deep moat
Where does he get all those stories?
How can he tell such a lie?
He's bound to see purgatory
His views are in short supply
But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy
Good God, he's talking with parrots
Painting his dreams in the sand
Piling up beaucoup demerits
Doing it just 'cause he can
By Jove he's having a cocoa
Evading those judgmental eyes
Calmly walking his tight rope
High above all the outcries
But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy
The story goes
he stumbled at the alter
Now it seems he just blasphemes
And dwells with dangers daughter
Someone call the talking doctor
Somebody get a SWAT team
There he sits getting away with murder
How dare him live out his dreams
But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy
Oh no, he's sailing today
Oh no, beware Paraguay
Oh no, anchors aweigh
Oh no
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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I'll Be Waiting
I'll be waiting here for you
Can you feel my dream come true
I'll be waiting here for you every day of my life
I'll be waiting here for you
Don't you feel the same way, too
I'll be waiting for the rest of my life
Hold on to what you've got and take my hand
The more we talk the less we understand
The time we shared just seemed to go nowhere
Go nowhere - nowhere
It was the first of july, when I realised, why
While I was walking through the rain
Watching raindrops play their game
Seventeen, seventeen years of pain
I couldn't see, just couldn't see my inner flame
From that day on, sudden I didn't feel alone,
Took all my courage and my pride, I gave myself a ride
Beauty, only comes from deep inside,
I stopped playing with my feelings seek and hide
My great longing in life, was to find that special wife
And everytime one came around,
I hurt her feelings and I found
Out,- it's all about give and take
Last one I did, but the first one was a fake
Honesty was, what I didn't know about
And finally I met the one
That's when I started her to show
Love,- isn't it a compromise
I almost paid the highest price
Come back to what you've got and take my hand
I'm your passion, I'm your fortune, I'm your friend
How can broken hearts just find their way back home
Way back home - again
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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The Moderns
To many reading modern poetry more interesting the meaning in the metaphors they seek to find
They feel it makes their brains work that much harder that it is good exercise for the mind
Rhyme for their great brains seems that bit too simple it does not test their thinking power at all
'Tis not a poem to them if it seems simple and the meaning in it easy to recall,
Yes rhyme for them it does seem that bit simple and deciphering it to them is not a test
The hidden meaning in the metaphors is something that does seem to try them best
Rhyme poetry to them is too simple and far too easy for to understand
It has to be blank verse with dozens of metaphors for their interest for to command
They look on rhyme and bush poets as inferior their preference in poets and poetry they make known
On literature they air their opinions like it is said to each their own
Their poetry evenings do seem quite exclusive rhyme poets to read they never do invite
Their unmusical lines that are laced with metaphors to each other they do recite
They do not like rhyme or they do not like bush poetry to them it is of another time
And in their poetry evenings there is no place for the men and the women of rhyme.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Providential Headstart - Home is where the heart...
Head flies outside through joy espied,
Offers new day begun,
May side by side fore’er abide
Eternally as one.
If care’s denied tears may be dried
Sun highlights scope and fun
While soul that cried’s now healed inside
Hearts’s karmic leap is won.
Each dawn beside shared orbit’s glide
Rhymes well, joy’s never done,
Each night is eyed as welcome ride
Hand, hand, tied, ne’er undone,
Entwined, allied, with time defied,
As limits overcome
Restore bridge wide which bona fide
Teams with sweet dreams none shun …
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Free Verse
I now delight
In spite
Of the might
And the right
Of classic tradition,
In writing
And reciting
Straight ahead,
Without let or omission,
Just any little rhyme
In any little time
That runs in my head;
Because, I’ve said,
My rhymes no longer shall stand arrayed
Like Prussian soldiers on parade
That march,
Stiff as starch,
Foot to foot,
Boot to boot,
Blade to blade,
Button to button,
Cheeks and chops and chins like mutton.
No! No!
My rhymes must go
Turn ’ee, twist ’ee,
Twinkling, frosty,
Will-o’-the-wisp-like, misty;
Rhymes I will make
Like Keats and Blake
And Christina Rossetti,
With run and ripple and shake.
How pretty
To take
A merry little rhyme
In a jolly little time
And poke it,
And choke it,
Change it, arrange it,
Straight-lace it, deface it,
Pleat it with pleats,
Sheet it with sheets
Of empty conceits,
And chop and chew,
And hack and hew,
And weld it into a uniform stanza,
And evolve a neat,
Complacent, complete,
Academic extravaganza!
poem by Robert Graves
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Mistrust Cold Logic
M istrust cold logic, reasons cut and dried,
I nput stacked as hay in Autumn’s pride.
S oul cleaves to soul through subtle interaction
T hrough understanding of hearts' interaction, -
R ipe reaps, reveals, deep feelings reeled inside.
U nworthy answers weight on catchword wide.
S ensitive stay tuned to tonal traction -
T hough seldom cracked by scientific f[r]action.
L eave logic, sharp statistics which wor[l]dwide
O ne’s vision flows through inner eyes deride
G row, glow, to sow tomorrow, love’s attaction,
I nnate extracts life’s pith without exaction.
C old reasons, fleas on life, split hairs, care not
For more than ego’s validation sot.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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For You, My Dear, When You Are So Blank
white sheet. a paper. like you.
iwant to write something
just to fill this white sheet a little bit
some words. i can utter them.
but i like writing them
just to make this white sheet looking
full. like
'i love you'.
the rest need not be written.
i know you know and you know that i know.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reasons
REASONS
If all the world were sparkling sun,
and all well finished once begun,
then I would wish upon a dream
with you as Queen, play perfect team.
If every bat could score home run,
if mice and men could plan their fun,
if every sparkle held a gleam
to light true thinklings till they teem,
If skies were blue, if banned were gun
if wonder, too, though shared eyes shone,
then hand in hand we would redeem
lost time and rhyme with flowing scheme.
But time and tide alas adds care
and age turns gravewards flower fair,
so show more reasons why I should
as squire dreams fire through ill and good?
Can brand new world new words prepare?
Will there be space to 'stop and stare'?
rare faith in flight where man, maid might
scare wraith, sin, blight, prayer scan, braid light?
January 19 2007
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Poem © Jonathan Robin Reasons
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Night
Back on the mic I got the sound
Holding you down, down to the ground
Speaking the melody
Who out there got the skills to test me?
I've been here for far too long
It's time to break out
It's time to be strong
Beats going crazy inside my head
Everything's allright
Here comes the night
Chorus:
All my friends are talking to me
What's this love I see
I know you can make it right
I'm still waiting now
Waiting for the love I need
If you want me too
There's something don't understand
I don't know
Don't be afraid, it's just my work
Comin' up bringing the words
Soon I'll have ya movin' in time
It ain't my fault, just the lyrics that rhyme
As I chop, change, rearrange
Choose and refuse, cause of fame
Gonna getcha hot like a burning flame
Everything's allright
Here comes the night
Chorus
song performed by by Scooter
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Tonight
Submitted by Ally
Back on the mic I got the sound
Holding you down, down to the ground
Speaking the melody
Who out there gut the skills to test me?
I've been here for far too long
It's time to break out
It's to be strong
Beats going crazy inside my head
Everything's alright
Here comes the night
Ref.:
I'm a went I talking to me
Put it's love I see
I know you can make it lie
I'm still waiting love
Waiting for the love by me
If you want me, too?
There's something down, down the sky
I don't know!
I'm a went I talking to me
Put it's love is see
I know you can make it lie
I'm still waiting love
Waiting for the love by me
If you want me, too?
There's something down, down the sky
I don't know!
Don't be afraid, it's just my work
Comin' up bringing the words
Soon I'll have ya movin' in time
It ain't my fault, just the lyrics that rhyme
As i chop, change, rearrange
Choose and refuse, cause of fame
Gonna getcha hot like a burning flame
Everything's alright
Here comes the night
Ref.:
I'm a went I talking to me
Put it's love is see
I know you can make it lie
I'm still waiting love
Waiting for the love by me
If you want me, too?
There's something down, down the sky
I don't know!
I'm a went I talking to me
Put it's love is see
I know you can make it lie
I'm still waiting love
Waiting for the love by me
If you want me, too?
There's something down, down the sky
I don't know!
Waiting for the love by me
If you want me, too?
There's something down, down the sky
I don't know!
song performed by by Scooter
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Hand-Me-Down!
got my hand-me-down boots,
and my hand-me-down jeans.
my broke down hand-me-down hat,
doing hand-me-down things.
my hand-me-down fire,
and my hand-me-down pot.
take a hand-me-down chair,
i'll share what i've got.
got some hand-me-down thoughts,
a couple of hand-me-down songs.
i've got a hand-me-down heart
that wont leave you alone.
we'll talk about hand-me-down freedom,
and hand-me-down truth....
in this hand-me-down world,
it's just me and you!
in this hand-me-down world....
paying hand-me-down dues!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Heart to Cherish
A heart to cherish and warm hand to hold
High raise all mortal clay from common mould,
Elevates base elements to gold
As magic fusion cuts confusion's hold.
Rest not on sidelines, ceremony trace,
Thrust through Fate’s weight, cue to true interface
That, ma chérie, may see heart heart enfold
On lease from life itself, which won’t grow old.
Could mirrors speak they’d blush, no silver scold
Harsh time reflect, so joyfully behold
Enchanting offspring duplicate glow's grace,
Resounding echo both of soul, surface.
Incarceration end, lets celebrate
SHared emotions' oceans liberate.
14 December 1995 revised as acrostic A HEART TO CHERISH 31 August 2007
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A Heart to Cherish
A heart to cherish and a hand to hold
lifts Man’s mortal clay from common mould,
transforms base elements to finest gold
through magic fusion, let the truth be told.
Stand not on sidelines, ceremony, trace
Fate’s lines through daring caring interface.
Charming features charmèd heart enfold,
on lease from life itself, which can’t grow old.
If mirrors spoke, they’d blush, could never scold,
prove mirage mirage, all else oversold.
Should children come they’d duplicate true grace -
enchanting echo both of soul, surface.
Transmit heart’s signals to communicate
emotion’s oceans, love anticipate.
14 December 1995
© Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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