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Jack and Kath (long poem)

Jack Benbow and his younger sister Kath
went for a walk along a winding path.
This led them through some very high trees
past some bluebells and buzzing bee’s.

The birds sang their songs on this sunny day
as the children happily went their way.
Along the path they skipped and walked,
singing and playing as they talked.

They came across a clearing in the wood
where a sign pointed to Notsogood.
“What a funny name for a place, ” said Kath.”
“Yes, ” said Jack, “but it’s time to head back.

We’ll go back the same way as we came
and follow the path back home again.”
But the path led them deeper into the wood
and up to another sign to Notsogood.

“Kath, didn’t we pass that sign earlier today,
surely we must head back the other way? ”
So they turned around and began to walk back.
“Look, ” said Kath, “there’s another sign Jack.

And that’s also pointing to Notsogood,
how do we get out of this silly wood? ”
“Let’s just follow the sign and see where it goes
it’s better than following the end of your nose.”

The winding path went from wide to narrow
as the dark clouds made it harder to follow.
Over a stream and home cooking filled the air,
it led to a shack, with a cat sleeping on a chair.

The rickety fence led them down the overgrown path,
“Let’s knock on the door for directions, ” said Kath.
The door slowly opened with a long drawn out creak,
an old woman in black appeared who began to speak.

“Hello happy children what a nice pleasant surprise, ”
as she looked at them closely with her piercing eyes.
I was just about to make a lovely pot of herbal of tea,
would you like to join Malapropis and me? ”

“Malapropis, is that really the name of your cat? ”
“Yes it is, and all she ever does is get incredibly fat.”
This old woman’s nails were dirty, long and pointed,
and her nose and chin was bent and disjointed.

“Children, would you like sweetness in your tea? ”
“Yes please, we like it as sweet as can be”
“However, afterwards we must begin walking home.”
The woman didn’t look happy and gave out a moan.

She discreetly poured a potion into the children’s tea,
but gave more to Kath to make her extra sleepy.
While the children slept on the shacks wooden floor
the old woman lifted up a timber trap door.

She carried Kath down the steps into the cellar below
and put her into a box with a straw pillow.
She then mixed a potion and gave it to her while she slept,
a spell was cast as she danced, and with delight she wept.

This magical mixture would exchange their looks and age
it began to work in moments, and they began to change.
The witch was now young and the spitting image of Kath,
and Kath though asleep was old with a face of cracks.

The witch quickly ran up the steps and shut the trap door,
and tried to wake up Jack from his potioned snore.
“Wake up Jack; it’s time to go while the witch is away,
we’ve got to go now, quick right away.”

Jack yawned, “Okay Kath but which way shall we go? ”
“Just follow that cat, she seems to know.”
He couldn’t distinguish between the witch and Kath,
and sure enough the cat led them along the path.

“Best not to tell our parents Jack where we have been,
we’ll say we’ve been helping dear old Mr Green.”
“But Kath, we can’t tell a lie to our mum and dad.”
“It’ll be alright Jack; a white lie isn’t so bad.”

I’ll say we were late because we helped with the hay,
and we didn’t know the time until the farmer did say.”
Their parents were anxious because they were so late,
and their gravy had dried in rings around their plate.

No one noticed any difference in their darling little Kath,
except for the croak in her voice when she began to laugh.
But they thought this amusing and just one of those things,
and it didn’t affect her singing because she couldn’t sing.

Malapropis couldn’t get used to a house made of stone,
so went back and joined Kath at the Notsogood home.
Because of her age she couldn’t walk far and hobbled about,
and read the witch’s books of spells day in and day out.

At the age of seventeen the witch became betrothed
to the old Tax Collector who was wealthy and loathed.
Jack’s mother and father could not understand why
she should want to marry a man so hated and sly.

One day Jack and his new puppy went for a walk in the wood
and after a while saw the signpost pointing to Notsogood.
Memories came back of when he and his sister were lost that day
and no matter where they went the sign pointed the same way.

Eleven years had passed him by since that unusual cloudy day,
and so he decided to retrace his steps if he could remember the way.
He followed the signposts, but still the shack he couldn’t find,
but a tawny owl had been following for quite sometime.

He looked up at the owl and the owl looked down at him,
and then it began to flap its wings and make a noisy din.
It flew from tree to tree as though it wanted to be followed,
so he ran through the trees and over the stream that flowed.

Eventually they came to the shack that hadn’t changed one bit,
and as he was about to knock at the door the old woman opened it.
“Jack! Jack! ” She said, “Where’ve you been for all this time?
I’ve been living here and going out of my mind? ”

I’m sorry, but I don’t understand, of course you live here.”
“Why did you leave me Jack, a little girl alone, so full of fear? ”
“What do you mean leave you? You live here in this shack.”
“Oh dear, you don’t realise who I am, do you Jack? ”

Yes, you’re the old woman my sister and I met years ago.”
“Oh Jack, how can you think that I’m that old so and so? ”
“Well you look like her and your fat cat’s come back.”
“Please let me explain what has happened Jack.”

Kath explained that she had been given a potion and left to sleep
while the witch exchanged bodies and left her to weep,
and when she awoke and eventually got out of the cellar
the witch and he had gone leaving her forever.

“So you’re saying it wasn’t you that came home with me that day,
it was the witch, who also made me lie and told me what to say?
Is there anything we can do to turn this situation around,
considering your age and that your legs are unsound? ”

I may be old, but I’ve learned many things whilst I’ve been here
about spells and potions, and how to mix them with tea, wine, or beer.
If you can add a fresh potion to her cup before she takes a drink
it will reverse the wrong doing in the time it takes her to blink? ”

“Yes, I can do that; her wedding reception is on Saturday night,
oh, what perfect timing to put all her nastiness to right.”
“Whatever you do Jack, don’t mention this to mum or dad
because if things do go wrong we’ll all be sad.

If you can manage to give her the drink at precisely eight o’clock
I can begin to cast my spell, which will make hers unlock.
If everything goes to plan, in no time at all she’ll grow back old,
and I'll have my life back with a story to be told.

After the deed, I’ll find my way back on my own
and I’ll see mum, dad, and you later when you arrive home.
Does this plan for the wicked witch sound alright with you,
if it does I’ll begin to make my very special potion brew? ”

“Yes, but it’s a pity we can’t get back your stolen eleven years.”
I’ll be happy to be myself again and to see that witch in tears.
The potion’s finished, now take this small bottle of special brew
it’s very strong, so please don’t add any more drops than two.

If everything goes well I will see you late on Saturday night,
I’m so excited with the prospect of everything coming to right.”
“Don’t you worry Kath we’ll beat that life stealing old hag
and stop her spending the Tax Collector’s bag.”

The Tax man and the witch were having a wonderful wedding day
she was all smiles with airs and graces, and no one got in her way.
She now had beauty, security, and all that wealth could bring,
and a pompous old man that would be dead before spring.

At the expensive crowded wedding reception early that night
Jack had his task of putting the past’s wrongs to right.
The main speeches were being said to rapturous applause
and the time was now right for Jack’s worthy cause.

He filled two glasses with wine and added all the potion to one,
but forgot which was the witch’s and the time had nearly come.
At two minutes to eight he took a chance and gave the witch a glass
and asked everyone to drink to his sister’s health and happiness.

He pretended to take a sip and then encouraged the witch to drink,
she gulped it down and in a flash her body began to shrink.
Everyone in the room was watching and saw her vanish to the floor
all that remained was her dress, some dust and not a lot more.

The guests were shocked and horrified and couldn’t believe their eyes,
the Tax Collector choked on a chicken bone, and keeled over and died.
Jack’s mother and father sobbed at the loss of their only daughter
and couldn’t understand why Jack was in a fit of laughter.

“At sometime tonight, ” said Jack, “there will be another huge surprise
far greater than what’s happened here and you won’t believe your eyes.”
They thought that this was in poor taste and told him to stop fooling around,
and to show respect for his poor sister lying as dust on the ground.

Later they entered their house and saw their daughter standing by a chair
she looked so young and beautiful, with flowers in her flowing red hair.
With tears in their eyes her parents said, “But Kath how can that be? ”
So we began to tell them about the witch, herself and me.

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Between A Party And Poetry

if made to choose
between a party and my poetry
i choose poetry

i choose silence rather than noise
i choose words rather than people
above all
i choose myself rather than
those goddems

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Between Those Spoken And Unspoken

between those unspoken
and those unspoken
lies this space of my
indulgence.let my poetry speak.
it is gentle.

the unspoken hides and shies
away a little bit
like a child

his heart is always pure.
and he does not speak.
he simply comes near you
and holds your hands
looks at you and smiles.

words do not help him.
purity speaks without them.

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Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea

I don't want you
But I hate to lose you
You've got me in between
The devil and the deep blue sea

I forgive you
'Cause I can't forget you
You've got me in between
The devil and the deep blue sea

I ought to cross you off my list
But when you come a-knocking at my door
Fate seems to give my heart a twist
And I come running back for more

I should hate you
But I guess I love you
You've got me in between
The devil and the deep blue sea

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Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea

I don't want you
But I hate to lose you
You got me in between the devil and the
deep blue sea
I forgive you
'Cause I can't forget you
You've got me in between the devil and the
deep blue sea
I want to cross you off my list
But when you come knocking at my door
Fate seems to give my heart a twist
And I come running back for more
I should hate you
But I guess I love you
You've got me in between the devil and the
deep blue sea
George Harrison: voz e cavaquinho
Jools Holland: piano
Mark Flanagan: guitarra-solo acstica
Joe Brown: guitarra-ritmo acstica
Herbie Flowers: baixo e tuba
Ray Cooper: bateria

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Between Exits Two and Three

I want to believe this!
More of this and that I do...
As told to me as it should be from you.
I want to believe your heart is true.
I want to believe this...
But I feel I am being screwed
To someone's satisfaction,
And at my expense too.

I want to believe what you say you do,
But it looks more like prostitution.
I want to believe your services rendered
Are no more than giving a bone to a dog.
I want to believe this...
But the fog you stated trapped you in fear,
Cleared enough for me to see you giving nookie
Off the shoulder
Of Interstate 91South,
Between exits two and three.
I just happened to have been driving by!
Minding my business as usually.

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Caught between the truth and a lie

Caught between the truth and a lie
~
I've been led astray
gave my hand to a merry dance
and swayed to what I perceived
as an honest appraisal of life
found myself believing at will
whatever came across my way
when enough visor was offered
religion and public opinion
which has long since been divided
by the strength of their sales pitch
has come into the state of play
I've succumb to both at times
and left wondering exactly why
fool me once and shame on me
fool me again and I've a lesson to learn
third time can never bare any charm
after that there is no help
perhaps hope is fleeting as well
but what is true at the end of the day
but a lie away from what I believe

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Between our dreams and then our lives.

There's a little place that lies
Between our dreams and then our lives
Its a place where we should always spend some time.

Its the place where lovers meet
Its the place that on the street
Separates me from simply what is mine.

Its the place where bank accounts
And concerns about amounts
Take second place to what it is that matters.

Its sometimes hidden in the mind
But its there for us to find
If we will only just stop idle chatter.

It's a place that is our own
It's been with us while we've grown
It's the inner peace within the outer wrapping.

It's not taught to you at school
And doesn't follow any rules
It's the soul we have and without which we're lacking.

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Between The Hammer And The Anvil

Storm warning
But there's no fear
Lies forming
The sacrament lays bare
The sinner
Will testify
They'll suffer
When sacrificed on high
The burning sermons purge their evil words
Between the Hammer and the Anvil
Force rises
False rituals
Baptises
The body and the soul
Our union
Their fall from grace
Confession (confess your sins)
Will seal them to their fate
The burning sermons will survive their curse
Between the Hammer and the Anvil
Transgression
They prey on grief
Our mission
To purify belief
This altar
Gives power and light
They'll falter
While we are shining bright
The burning sermons consecrate their sin
Between the Hammer and the Anvil
Storm warning
But there's no fear

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Between Your Mama And Yourself

Hey listen honey
Something you should know
This can't wait
I've been meaning to tell you
A long time ago
And today's that day
I'll put it straight
No, it just can't wait
Oh sure, it took a little time
I know that's true
But this business
Been preying on my mind
Since I met you
The thing is babe,
Between your mama and yourself
Forced to choose and without help
With a margin, you know it's true
The one I love
Well, it's eh...prpbably you
C'mon now, stay a little while
Before you go
This thing, it's been preying on my
mind
But even so
This I know
Between your mama and yourself
Forced to choose and without help
With a margin, you know it's true
The one I love
Well, it's eh...prpbably you
You've got to know
It's got to show
Yeah, I've got to let her go

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Between A Woman And A Man

(ruby hice, danny hice)
Some folks say that a mother's love is sweeter than the rest
When her baby's nestled in her arms and feeding at her breast
But i can't explain the feeling when you reach and touch my hand
Because there' nothing like the love between and woman and a man
Chorus:
It's a miracle from heaven
That it fills me through and through
Like a feeling that surrounds us
Touching me touching you
When you wrap your love around me it's not hard to understand
Why there's nothing like the love between and woman and a man
Well the father's love is quiet
But it's there for all to see
When a little boy is laughing bouncing on his daddy's knee
Then those great big hands reach down to tuck his little cowboy in
But there's nothing like the love between a woman and a man
Repeat chorus 4 times

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Between My Wishes and Suspicions

When I say I'm eleven,
I'm not speaking of my wit.
I'm speaking of what I've got,
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.

When I say I'm eleven,
I'm not speaking of my wit.
I'm speaking of what I've got,
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.

I don't tease a bit.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.
I don't even plead the 5th.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions,
I can handle it.
And anything else I choose to take on.

Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.
I don't tease a bit.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.
I don't even plead the 5th.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions,
I can handle it.
And anything else I choose to take on.

When I say I'm eleven,
I'm not speaking of my wit.
I'm speaking of what I've got,
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.

I don't tease a bit.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.
I don't even plead the 5th.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions,
I can handle it.
And anything else I choose to take on.

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Between the Now and Then

Upon horizon, night to day ~
there between the now and then,
I often pause along the way,
to tiptoe through the moonlit glen ~
or perhaps take in sun's light,
night to day ~ day to night.

Upon horizon, day to day ~
there between the then and now,
as seasons grow along the way,
to crease the face of timely brow ~
or perhaps steal time away,
day to day ~ day to day.

Upon horizon, day to night ~
there between the now and then,
I stand beneath my autumn light,
bereft as memory calls again ~
to pain the heart with bygone sight,
Night to day ~ day to night.

Upon horizon, night to night ~
there between the then and now,
I know that winter casts its sight,
on one last leaf that will not bow ~
to frost within its golden sight,
night to night ~ night to night.

Upon horizon, night to day ~
there between the now and then,
I know my spring will fade away,
and summer's soft remember when
will echo gently autumn's way ~
day to night ~ night to day....
Winter's near ~ Winter's near......

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Between The Devil And Me

This world can take you by the hand
And tempt the soul of any man
But you can choose your path
There's two roads you can take
One way is right and one way is wrong
The flesh is weak, but love is strong
And she's all I see between the devil and me
The gates of hell swing open wide invitin' me to step inside
I'll be your friend, he calls again, I know it's him
The flames are spreadin' everywhere
But through the smoke I see her there
She's all I see between the devil and me
I hold her in my arms tonight
So safe and warm I close my eyes
And a cool breeze blows 'cross our bodies in the dark
Outside her reach is my concern
Somewhere I know a fire burns
And she's all I see between the devil and me
The gates of hell swing open wide invitin' me to step inside
I'll be your friend, he calls again, I know it's him
The flames are spreadin' everywhere
But through the smoke I see her there
She's all I see between the devil and me
The gates of hell swing open wide
Invitin' me to step inside
She's all I see between the devil and me

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Patrick White

Just Before Dawn Venus In Leo Between The Moon And The Beehive Nebula

Just before dawn Venus in Leo between the moon and the Beehive Nebula.
The chimney of the old shoe factory reflected
like a toppled obsidian obelisk in the Tay River.
Couldn't sleep. Now I'm heading home with the bats and the ghosts.
I've firewalked enough tonight, and the coals are beginning to dim
in the ashen light of my waning spirits.
The Perth Soap Factory still hasn't managed to imperialize
the fragrance of the last of the wildflowers crowding
the crumbling parking lots and leftover wedges of field,
but it's trying. I envy a squirrel its quick Zen energy.
And three crows think they know something about me.

Happens a lot in a small town, as I know you know,
because someone you know told me. You must think
I'm crazy talking to the air as if it were you,
but even out here, you've been inside of me all night,
and now it's time to make some space for you beside me.
I like the feline water sylphs that follow me home
like feral cats in the early morning when there's dew
on the brass heritage plaques of the lawyer's offices
with ultramarine peacock's eyes waxing in the windows.

I've been learning to play Jeremy's violin on my spinal cord all night
to see if I can get you up and dancing like a kite with no strings
in a gust of stars. But so far all I've managed in my solitude
with you as my intriguing familiar is a happy kind of hangover
from a seance just you and I attended. But I'll get better.
You'll see. I'll master this new medium of picture-music
half way between witchcraft and mystery. And beyond
if you want to walk with me that far. Or fly, if that suits you better.
Pick a star. Or the softer option of a nebula, knowing you
as I'm beginning to. Alcyone in the Pleiades, perhaps.
Or maybe an unknown destination that exceeds
the wavelengths of the speed bumps of the asphalt starmaps.

I'll go there with you. And I'm as loyal as a skull.

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The Struggle To Overcome The Difference Between The Impossible And The Possible'(Version-1 Written by Myself)

The struggle to overcome the difference between the impossible and the possible.
Hidden inside like a fatal wound in the mind
Encouragement has been playing the role of a crucible

Staring at the dilemma “Struggle” itself has gone mad
Transformable attitude perhaps can make the difference
Reality must be sometimes so sad
Unless you are able to struggle towards maturity
Go! Go right away to fight the impossibility
Gild yourself with the golden rules of purity
Let not the ‘lie’ prevail over the Truth
Everywhere you go take this with your spirit

Thought surrounds me always how to beat the uncouth
Or the impossible which should be the word to be precise

Off and on I force myself to conquer the differences
Vastly I practice how to exercise
Exercise to maintain life’s morality
Recoil if any possible stain of sin occurs
Can anyone vanquish this hardest difference of ability?
Oh! Yes, Sometimes I feel this ‘anyone’ is me
May be it is ‘Me’ because I know the difference
Entirely apprehensible that is if you can see

Then again to eject the impossibilities isn’t always good
Have to have patience not being over confident
End is the beginning sometimes where things can go rude

Day-Dreamers can hardly take the challenge
In fact everything is possible on this earth
For will power we just need to know our range
Fake or real Possibilities can change the Impossible
Everywhere we go we have the options
“Really? ”you may ask which is also possible
Everywhere we go we have our ways
Next to us we have it which I bear away to win
Can we ever dare to face those days?
Endless conceivable things when knock at the door

Believe it or leave it we have to face it out
Even if you consider this an infrequent delirium lying on the floor
There’s no way we could escape facing the conflict
Wondering how we have to do this?
Easy, so easy, even you can thus have the verdict
Especially if you fail to submit yourself to the task
Nobody is ever going to help you

The struggling mind of yours will help if you ask
Hideous thoughts may disdain your motives
Effectively you will be your own master

If only you can forget your relatives
Mind you here even your kindred won’t let you struggle
Perhaps they love you but they won't let you do the ‘Impossible’
Only what they can do is your secret to smuggle
So, Beware! If you want the unattainable
Sloth and somber here are the foes
Impatience behavior shouldn’t be maintainable
Beautiful varnish of time tries to enamour
Love will never meet there the cry craven
Especially when the door of 'Possibility' is actually ajar

Airily we must not always struggle to prepare
No wrack is anywhere to befall
Doing things in God’s name can hinder you to scare

There’s no impossibility if we can be strong
Highly anticipated meditative power can change it all
Even the possibilities sometimes can be wrong

Pay no heed rather look forward to achieve
Obviously the darkness has no space to fulfill
Smile and learn not to pile on the agony to grieve
Soul with soul, mind with mind is the bond
Incorporated to overcome all that is to come
Be sure not to join with the coward or the vagabond
Love to struggle with God’s will till the end of the day
Eventually ‘Nothing is Impossible’ is what you will find to say.

Acrostic poem written … 8th March 2010 to 9th March 2010

My first Acrostic Attempt! ! This version is written by myself as My Mentor wanted me to write this Acrostic poem.

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Between The Wind And Rain

'The storm is in the air,' she said, and held
Her soft palm to the breeze; and looking up,
Swift sunbeams brush'd the crystal of her eyes,
As swallows leave the skies to skim the brown,
Bright woodland lakes. 'The rain is in the air.
'O Prophet Wind, what hast thou told the rose,
'That suddenly she loosens her red heart,
'And sends long, perfum'd sighs about the place?
'O Prophet Wind, what hast thou told the Swift,
'That from the airy eave, she, shadow-grey,
'Smites the blue pond, and speeds her glancing wing
'Close to the daffodils? What hast thou told small bells,
'And tender buds, that--all unlike the rose--
'They draw green leaves close, close about their breasts
'And shrink to sudden slumber? The sycamores
'In ev'ry leaf are eloquent with thee;
'The poplars busy all their silver tongues
'With answ'ring thee, and the round chestnut stirs
'Vastly but softly, at thy prophecies.
'The vines grow dusky with a deeper green--
'And with their tendrils snatch thy passing harp,
'And keep it by brief seconds in their leaves.
'O Prophet Wind, thou tellest of the rain,
'While, jacinth blue, the broad sky folds calm palms,
'Unwitting of all storm, high o'er the land!
'The little grasses and the ruddy heath
'Know of the coming rain; but towards the sun
'The eagle lifts his eyes, and with his wings
'Beats on a sunlight that is never marr'd
'By cloud or mist, shrieks his fierce joy to air
'Ne'er stir'd by stormy pulse.'
'The eagle mine,' I said: 'O I would ride
'His wings like Ganymede, nor ever care
'To drop upon the stormy earth again,--
'But circle star-ward, narrowing my gyres,
'To some great planet of eternal peace.'.
'Nay,' said my wise, young love, 'the eagle falls
'Back to his cliff, swift as a thunder-bolt;
'For there his mate and naked eaglets dwell,
'And there he rends the dove, and joys in all
'The fierce delights of his tempestuous home.
'And tho' the stormy Earth throbs thro' her poles--
'With tempests rocks upon her circling path--
'And bleak, black clouds snatch at her purple hills--
'While mate and eaglets shriek upon the rock--
'The eagle leaves the hylas to its calm,
'Beats the wild storm apart that rings the earth,
'And seeks his eyrie on the wind-dash'd cliff.
'O Prophet Wind! close, close the storm and rain!'

Long sway'd the grasses like a rolling wave
Above an undertow--the mastiff cried;
Low swept the poplars, groaning in their hearts;
And iron-footed stood the gnarl'd oaks,
And brac'd their woody thews against the storm.
Lash'd from the pond, the iv'ry cygnets sought
The carven steps that plung'd into the pool;
The peacocks scream'd and dragg'd forgotten plumes.
On the sheer turf--all shadows subtly died,
In one large shadow sweeping o'er the land;
Bright windows in the ivy blush'd no more;
The ripe, red walls grew pale--the tall vane dim;
Like a swift off'ring to an angry God,
O'erweighted vines shook plum and apricot,
From trembling trellis, and the rose trees pour'd
A red libation of sweet, ripen'd leaves,
On the trim walks. To the high dove-cote set
A stream of silver wings and violet breasts,
The hawk-like storm swooping on their track.
'Go,' said my love, 'the storm would whirl me off
'As thistle-down. I'll shelter here--but you--
'You love no storms!' 'Where thou art,' I said,
'Is all the calm I know--wert thou enthron'd
'On the pivot of the winds--or in the maelstrom,
'Thou holdest in thy hand my palm of peace;
'And, like the eagle, I would break the belts
'Of shouting tempests to return to thee,
'Were I above the storm on broad wings.
'Yet no she-eagle thou! a small, white, lily girl
'I clasp and lift and carry from the rain,
'Across the windy lawn.'
With this I wove
Her floating lace about her floating hair,
And crush'd her snowy raiment to my breast,
And while she thought of frowns, but smil'd instead,
And wrote her heart in crimson on her cheeks,
I bounded with her up the breezy slopes,
The storm about us with such airy din,
As of a thousand bugles, that my heart
Took courage in the clamor, and I laid
My lips upon the flow'r of her pink ear,
And said: 'I love thee; give me love again!'
And here she pal'd, love has its dread, and then
She clasp'd its joy and redden'd in its light,
Till all the daffodils I trod were pale
Beside the small flow'r red upon my breast.
And ere the dial on the slope was pass'd,
Between the last loud bugle of the Wind
And the first silver coinage of the Rain,
Upon my flying hair, there came her kiss,
Gentle and pure upon my face--and thus
Were we betroth'd between the Wind and Rain.

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Between Dark Past and Future Flight

Between dark past and future flight
Effect and Cause we question quite,
rhyme time between midnight and noon
to read, mark, learn, digest this tune.
Soul travels far, ka’s second sight
scouts out from dune to blue lagoon -
with moral codes plays fey buffoon.

Between dark past and future flight
the butterfly finds wings for flight
although, in silk spin knit cocoon,
it knows not dawn from afternoon.
Mind mirage magic may excite
confusing notions – far and soon
merge premonition’s present boon.

Between dark past and future flight
trace space, expand and pace delight ~
from morn till midnight one should learn
to seed born insight, harvest earn,
bend to contentment very soon
ends, means, all harmonies attune
heart, soul, which whole from parts return.


Between dark past and future flight
now ‘stalac_might’ checks stalag tight
mankind evolved from the baboon
to trace his race pace picayune.
between the darkness and the light
most squander chances opportune
dreams rose themed spurned, they haste to tomb.
Vague contexts blurred, restrictions fight
unshadowed vision full, shy moon
casts spell whose pull’s forgot by noon.


Between dark past and future flight
The wheel spins on, ignores ‘wrong’, ‘right’
As light, dark, rainbow’s ark all churn
fear not fall near, nor rise call spurn.
Sandman plays game outside luck, blight,
for more than intellect's harpoon.
Hope blooms, may anguish, heartache, prune.

Between dark past and future flight
oft ‘Justice’ seems a notion quite
outside God’s scheme - ‘on joue le clown’
play insecurity immune
while mocking empty social rite
inventing, changing Scheme and gods
to bury fears inspired by sods.

Between dark past and future flight,
through silver starred aragonite,
December’s frost melts into June.
Some worries shrink while some balloon.
Concealed may be revealed despite
the veil few tear – invite, festoon
lass lonesome on her honeymoon.

Between dark past and future flight
Cupid, Apollo, Aphrodite,
injustice remedy, dragoon
Fate’s darts, spite filled, to build pontoon,
surprise to catalyse, excite,
scene set for future hid from sight
till pattern pieces knit in tune.

Between dark past and future flight
some role reversals reunite
checks, balances, inopportune
risks which too haughty silver spoon
takes, greedy, - tides turn, pride indict.
Who, rich, Today would play and croon,
Tomorrow buries very soon.

Between dark past and future flight
sleep paints saint, social parasite,
in wavelengths rainbow may lampoon
for wage-slave, sage, or loon tycoon.
Blind bodies curled, bind whirl-swirled quite,
from youth uncouth, ungainly goon,
to lean and slippered pantaloon.”

Between dark past and future flight
enchanting maid, heroic knight,
play out day’s doubt, - though beer saloon
may spur the bleary eyed to swoon.
Einstein’s ignored for much which might
influence an inner tune
or new create, decoding rune.

Between dark past and future flight
is vision sent meant to incite
destiny's spermatazoon
egged on by p[h]antomime cartoon?
Is insight drawn through second-sight -
though chance seems blind behind sin’s call
true dance dreams find combined in all.

(c) Jonathan Robin - Rhyme scheme after R.W. Answell
written 23 March 2005 and 29 November 2006 revised and expanded 14 April 2008.

For initial version and Answell see below
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Between dark past and future flight

Between dark past and future flight
the butterfly finds wings for flight
although within the spun cocoon
it knows not dawn from afternoon.

From morn till midnight we can learn
to seed born insight, harvest earn.
Thus to contentment very soon
sweet thoughts will bend, send sweeter tune.

Between dark past and future flight
trace space, expand and pace delight ~
although Fate now plays the buffoon
mocks efforts with uncoded rune.

As light, dark, rainbow’s ark do churn
fear nothing near yet nothing spurn,
for more than meets March eye in June
may blossom ~ anguish, heartache, prune, ~

for fears grow dim, soon tears do dry,
and Sandman grim can only sigh
when confidence and trust balloon,
scout out from dune to blue lagoon.


23 March 2005


Between the Sunset and the Sea


Between the gate post and the gate
I lingered with my love till late;
And what cared I for time of night
Till wakened by the watch dog’s bite.
And thud of leathering boxtoed fate
Between the gatepost and the gate.

Between the seaside and the sea
I kissed my love and she kissed me;
But rapturous day was gruesome night,
And what is love but bloom and blight?
And what is kiss of mine to thee
Between the seaside and the sea?

Between the sunshine and the sun
I saw a face that hinted fun;
But what is fun, and what is face,
When driven at life’s killing pace?
I simply say that I have none
Between the sunshine and the sun.

Between the bumble and the bee
Full many a soul has had to flee;
And what is love, may I enquire,
When asked to build the kitchen fire?
Or who would not leap in the sea
Between the bumble and the bee?

Between the tea store and the tea
There is a wide immensity;
A dollar twenty five a pound,
And not a nickel to be found.
Then what has fate in store for thee
Between the tea store and the tea?

R.W. ANSWELL

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