Wor[l]d Discovery
Welcome is each word, a concept new
Offered to the child as instrument,
Recalled in parrot-fashion first, then bent,
Linking thoughts to actions right on cue.
Daily discovery fashions foresight through
Discernment, understanding of what’s meant
In life to speed the learning element.
Slowly first, then faster, puzzled clue
Cements creative insight to pursue
Open vistas. Patterns form, present
Versions kaleidoscopic, different
Echoes combine to set coherent glue.
Reading, writing, - ideas interlink
Year after year: - ‘I am, therefore I think.’
(20 September 1992/acrostic World Discovery)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Great writing is a submission to a creative force that seems to use the writer as an instrument. The writer finds that the words stream out, almost as if someone else were producing them. Writing becomes a process of discovery.
quote by S. O'Brien
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Crossed Lines
Here inklings linking lines of thought
are threaded neatly, simply brought
to heel, reined in, discreetly taught
to underscore ideas. Here’s sought
communication vectors caught
in lightning insight flash, both short,
coherent, to the point! ... Now ought
I not recall what I meant to write about?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Patterns
Patterns all around you
Patterns everywhere
Patterns of behavior
Sometimes seem unfair
Can you recognize the patterns that you find?
Patterns unfamiliar
Patterns lead you through (to)
Patterns of discovery
Tracing out the clues
Can you recognize the patterns that you find?
Stuck in your mind
In this land where stability is hard to find
You can rearrange the patterns so unkind
Dont bother asking why a pattern never cries
Old patterns never die they just go on and on
Patterns multiplying
Re-direct our view
Endless variations
Make it all seem new
song performed by by Devo
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Lost for Words
LOST FOR WORDS
The art of writing's such a sport
with styles of every kind and sort
that not to try would be a tort.
Synaptic leaps can keep, support,
ideas which interlink, report
mind melodies naught need contort
as eyes observant insight court:
imagination is my forte - right!
As interlocking lines of thought
are threaded neatly, tautly brought
to heel, reined in, discreetly taught
to underscore ideas, here’s sought
communication vectors caught
in lightning thought wave flashes short,
coherent, to the point! ... Now ought
I not recall the subject about which I meant to write?
1st verse written 29 July 2008 second? July 1 2007
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Lost for Words poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tight Corners Turned Empower
Times of trouble sponge solutions new,
Intuition inks in what seemed blank.
Grief is patient. Joy greets the dawn to thank
Hope for fresh sparks where all appeared askew.
The challenge unchains energy which through
Creative insight borrows from of the bank
Of inner strength, experience one once drank,
Retained within the brain, respewed on cue,
New inklings spliced with instincts tried and true.
Errors past forge futre force if frank,
Reproachless one stays, not destructive crank.
Sincerity succeeds if luck smiles too.
Turned, tight corners open vistas which
Empower options which advances stitch.
(20 August 1992 /acrostic sonnet - Tight Corners Turned Empower)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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New Year Sonnets 1998
N ew Year's sonnets seek to ascertain
I ntrinsic patterns, seeds before they're sown, -
N ew trends chance sends before end aims are shown.
E xtrapolations from the past attain
T rue insight reading right the future's chain.
E ffect and Cause pause never to postpone
E xacting cascade challenges that aren’t alone,
N or shall there space remain for drone where brain
N eeds entertains through growing greed for gain.
I nternet applied to telephone
N ets exchange change echoes round to clone
E xperiments to end reaction's reign.
T ransition’s challenge key could bind or free,
Y outh age’s chaperon henceforth shall be.
N ineteen Ninety eight may well remain
I n many minds two thousand's stepping stone
N ot able in itself to stand alone
E xcept as extra carriage on Time's train.
T o fill the space allotted and unchain
E nergy whose influence, unknown,
E xpands, cements the future's cornerstone,
N eeds strength, and sense, - without which strength is vain.
N ew momentum surely shall sustain
I nventions which, old orders overthrown,
N ow interact as chips of silicon
E xpose much which Pandora's box contains.
T hus progress' spiral faster spins as we
Y ear EIGHT and ninety greet, great changes see.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Empowerment
Times of trouble sponge solutions new,
Insight inks page which once seemed whitewash blank.
Grief is patient. Joy greets the dawn to thank
Hope for fresh sparks where all once seemed askew.
The challenge unchains energy that through
Creative actions borrow from the bank
Of inner strength, experiences drank
Retained in brain, regurgitate on cue -
New inklings spliced with instincts tried and true.
Errors past forge future force if frank,
Reproachless one remains, nor closed, nor crank.
Sincerity succeeds if luck smiles too.
Turned, tight corners open vistas which
Empower options sure solutions stitch.
© Jonathan ROBIN 20 August 1992 robi3_0596_robi3_0000 revised 24 June 2007
acrostic sonnet - Tight Corners Turned Empower for previous version see below
Tight Corners
Times of trouble sponge solutions new,
Inklings spring up, ink in what seemed blank.
Grief is patient, joy greets the dawn to thank
Hope for fresh sparks where all appeared askew.
The challenge unchains energy which through
Creative insight borrows from the bank
Of inner strenght and knowled which, once drank,
Retained within the brain was, then, on cue,
New-born did blossom: instinct tried and true.
Errors past forge future force if frank,
Reproachless one remains, and not a crank.
Sincerity succeeds if luck smiles too.
Tight corners prove the mettle of the soul,
Cast off all doubts, rewards you’ll reap, not dole.
20 August 1992
poem by Jonathan Robin
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This was the most important discovery I had ever made in my life. It was a discovery which has irrevocably changed my whole life's direction. It immediately elevated me to the status of one of the world's leading anthropologists.
quote by Donald Johanson
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Birthday Letter for Lucinda
Let this, your eighteenth birthday, offer you
Unique joy, and understanding’s light,
Cha[lle) nging uncertainties you might
In future face tomorrow with steps true.
New horizons open up, and through
Determination, courage, sage insight, -
All needed if you wish to win the fight
Life weighs against us joy may come. Thus to
Unknown regions venture. Much to do.
Completion still awaits, true wings for flight.
In life stay true to tenets you feel right,
Never betraying principles, virtue.
Decide to use your mind and you will find
A new world welcome, - work up from behind...
© Jonathan Robin – acrostic sonnet robi3_0593_robi3_0000 LUCINDA written 5 August 1992
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Taoist Issues
I can't stand getting my way
Nothing good ever comes out of it
So many missed opportunities to learn valuable life lessons
What will I teach my kids?
I certainly can't let them end up becoming as spoiled as me
Though I think I turned out just fine
If I don't say so myself
But where is the line between what must be taught
And what must be learned
For self-discovery is amongst one of the most important aspects in life
Buddhists believe that it's the path to enlightenment
How do we teach a child that wrong is right?
How do we even accept that it is possible for right to come out of wrong?
How could society handle such a notion?
The hundred-year-old laws would shatter
And set the foundation
For a new form to arise
poem by C.S. Smith
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Merlin to Mermaid - Acrostic Sonnet
Merlin, magician, foresight filled,
Extending sight beyond the seas
Reigns saw which rose to heights that tease
Low saw them sink, their promise stilled.
Is this life’s prophecy fulfilled
None should contest though soon veins freeze?
Time is too short, and stiff the fees
Offered, taken, - ambitions killed.
Mermaid made blood melt, then chilled
Enthusiastic energies
Removed all barriers to please
Mind, body, soul, seduction skilled.
Across life’s net thoughts intertwine
IDeas, identities, combine...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Looking Across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly
Among the more irritating minor ideas
Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home
To Concord, at the edge of things, was this:
To think away the grass, the trees, the clouds,
Not to transform them into other things,
Is only what the sun does every day,
Until we say to ourselves that there may be
A pensive nature, a mechanical
And slightly detestable operandum, free
From man's ghost, larger and yet a little like,
Without his literature and without his gods . . .
No doubt we live beyond ourselves in air,
In an element that does not do for us,
so well, that which we do for ourselves, too big,
A thing not planned for imagery or belief,
Not one of the masculine myths we used to make,
A transparency through which the swallow weaves,
Without any form or any sense of form,
What we know in what we see, what we feel in what
We hear, what we are, beyond mystic disputation,
In the tumult of integrations out of the sky,
And what we think, a breathing like the wind,
A moving part of a motion, a discovery
Part of a discovery, a change part of a change,
A sharing of color and being part of it.
The afternoon is visibly a source,
Too wide, too irised, to be more than calm,
Too much like thinking to be less than thought,
Obscurest parent, obscurest patriarch,
A daily majesty of meditation,
That comes and goes in silences of its own.
We think, then as the sun shines or does not.
We think as wind skitters on a pond in a field
Or we put mantles on our words because
The same wind, rising and rising, makes a sound
Like the last muting of winter as it ends.
A new scholar replacing an older one reflects
A moment on this fantasia. He seeks
For a human that can be accounted for.
The spirit comes from the body of the world,
Or so Mr. Homburg thought: the body of a world
Whose blunt laws make an affectation of mind,
The mannerism of nature caught in a glass
And there become a spirit's mannerism,
A glass aswarm with things going as far as they can.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Reluctance and Self Acceptance
RELUCTANCE AND SELF ACCEPTANCE
Neutrality is rarely cup of tea.
where intelligence creative and aware
dare not stagnate, can't simply stop and stare.
Open mind needs true transparency,
tunes into wave length seeds so few can key, -
finds answers which should new advance prepare -
to change dimensions as defensive layer
at last can soften, leaving spirit free.
Although the quest for self discovery
lends hope to scope to answer inner prayer
though self acceptance may not dare to dare
respond to feelings in the first degree,
Never content within the status quo,
you “why' and 'wherefore' therefore need to know.
Need to feed, reluctance to be fed,
is paradox where intellect attracts -
comb[in]ing 'cause/effect' for hidden tracks
opens patterns which help think ahead.
Leaving double bind behind, mind's led
defeating ‘déjà vu's’ stark whites and blacks.
Where harmony, transparency one lacks -
trust may be spurned though earned - dark path to tread.
Though years past cost counts spread crape mirage b[l]ed.
one must look forward, sow, life interacts
with feeling flows emotions mesh, - no cracks -
reactions to response tune heart to head.
Nourished, open sentiments take root,
then flourish where their boughs may bear full fruit.
12 September 2005
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Another 0813 Current Version
Another autumn evening's golden link
Now adds to measured Time in mind of man.
One more year [s]tumbles down from solstice brink,
Turns towards millenia billions scan.
Hope's rising generation soon sees sink,
Ending, one strong before its seed began,
Relearning this: 'I am because I think'
As one September spins predestined plan,
Names one September more Time's f[l]ame would ink.
One equinox haphazard knocks to fan
The fires of Fate which somehow interlink
Here light Time's treadmill, spinning through its span.
Ends one loose line to tie these thoughts' terse tale,
Reeled threads unwind another fresher trail...
(8 September 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Expressing God
God talks to me when I write,
letting me know through wisdom and sight.
The sight to observe and be consciously aware,
to express through writing what I can share.
Share thoughts on life and nature’s mystery,
put ideas and beliefs to pen for all to see.
The truth and laws of the universe,
three dimensional life is a blessing, not a curse.
Being a change agent by writing poems,
poems that might inspire people
while reading at home.
Maybe I will some day know,
That poetry writing is worth all
it’s weight in gold.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 23,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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My Blue Pen
A pen, what is a pen?
An instrument for writing, a tool, a path to wisdom?
Or is much more than that?
What means this blue pen to my heart?
I'm writing with this pen all my thoughts, my hopes,
I'm keep it in my hand to help my ideas flow,
This blue pen is the bearer of all my joy and pain,
And when i'm writing, its blue ink holds my dreams.
I'm writing with my blue pen,
Which he gave it to me,
To never forget and to write,
Our impossible love story in the book of life.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Discography of The Smiths
Discography of The Smiths
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Singles
Year: 1995
Tracks: 18
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The World Won't Listen
Year: 1993
Tracks: 18
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...Best II
Year: 1992
Tracks: 14
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Best... I
Year: 1992
Tracks: 14
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The Smiths
Year: 1992
Tracks: 11
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Rank
Year: 1988
Tracks: 14
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Louder Than Bombs
Year: 1987
Tracks: 24
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Strangeways, Here We Come
Year: 1987
Tracks: 10
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Thank Your Lucky Stars
Year: 1986
Tracks: 18
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The Queen Is Dead
Year: 1986
Tracks: 10
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Meat Is Murder
Year: 1985
Tracks: 10
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Same Day Again
Year: 1985
Tracks: 14
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The Peel Sessions
Year: 1983
Tracks: 4
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This Charming Man
Year: 1983
Tracks: 4
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Hatful Of Hollow
Year:
Tracks: 16
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poem by Sergejs Sinica
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Year End Collection Of Questions
It’s the end of the year and what have I done?
Have I helped someone in need or hurt anyone?
Has it been a world as only I want it to be?
Or have I viewed it the way others can see?
This year have I worked to be better than before?
Or have I sought to be just another money whore?
Do I understand this complex world as it changes?
Is my narrow daily life captured, limiting my ranges?
Most important has love in my life continued to grow?
Without it this year is a loss as is the next sadly so.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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A Faithful Witness
To the firstborn of Yahseph,
Of all that is created;
To the secondborn of Yahseph,
Do set set your mind on Mount Zion;
For His name is His glory and,
Of the economic well-being.
Of the year of the rat,
Of the year of the dog,
Of the year of the cow,
Of the year of the bull,
Of the year of the sheep,
Of the year of the dragon,
Of the year of the snake,
Of the year of the pig,
Of the year of the goat,
Of the year of the lizard,
Of the year of the crocodile,
Of the year of the elephant,
Of the year of the scorpion,
Of the year of the turtle,
Of the year of the fish,
Of the year of the earth,
Of the year of the wind,
Of the year of the fire,
Of the year of the water,
And of the year of the bush!
Like the firstborns of slaves.
The hips of romance,
The faithful witness will not lie;
The same day,
The same night,
Of the love shared at where no oxen are;
And the crib was very clean.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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New Year Irresolution
‘So, what do you yourself wish for
this 2009? ..’ the microphone
is thrust; the videotape awaits…
and perhaps, there’s some golden link
between New Year wish and New Year resolution…
between the individual will and the universal..
meanwhile, the sceptic stands aside, at the crowd’s edge,
without a wish or resolution; wondering,
‘are things/is the world, a better place,
at this New Year than at the last? ’
But, who then to set some standard
by which to judge this increment?
Who can measure happiness in bulk,
or goodwill to all men? How do Goodness,
Truth, and Beauty fare,
at this ending of the year?
One criterion is certain: fewer now believe -
now Christmas is for sale itself, with
massive reductions in all departments
of the human store..
yet we manage, thank you, very well
without the concept God..
But let’s suppose – as some wise men have claimed –
that though man needs no god,
that God needs Man…
then God is one whole grisly year the wiser now
about this species, Man, whom He wound up
with His divine gold clockwork, and set down on garden soil…
now there’s a happy thought for 2009…
a wiser God about His human child..
But how, you ask, the proof?
the proof, dear reader, of this charming
whimsy, is entirely yours…
and only to be made in present moment;
where God forever dwells.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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