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We usually get what we anticipate.

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Making Out

Yeah...

I'm on the second floor with a lock on my door
I'm looking at a picture of your face
The last time I looked you were looking really good
But somehow pictures fade

Then we're on the phone and we're all alone
But that just ain't good enough
I go around the world to see your face
'Cause this just ain't good enough

So I'm just kicking it
I'm counting the days
I hardly can wait
For us to hang out
I'm really missing it
In so many ways
I anticipate us making out

(Here comes another one)

Sip my morning tea but you're not next to me
Here goes another day
I'm driving in my car
I wonder how you are
When our favorite music plays

And there are flowers above to my surprise
But that just ain't good enough
And I got the note
It gave me hope
But that just ain't good enough

So I'm just kicking it
I'm counting the days
I hardly can wait
For us to hang out
I'm really missing it in so many ways
I anticipate us making out
[Repeat]

Yeah...

Ooh oohh
Ooh oohh
Ooh oohh

Soon you'll be here with me (making out...)
Soon you'll be right here with me

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song performed by No Doubt from Rock Steady
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Unabbreviated Love

How long will I last
Standing out here on my own
I wonder, did I move too fast
You know I hate slow dancing alone
I keep leading with my heart
You keep saying
That were worlds apart
That our love is so taboo
These empty arms
Wont last too long
Hope you appreciate
I need your unabbreviated love
And Ill stick like glue
Can I anticipate
I need your unabbreviated love
Now, thats how I feel
Im gonna be your lucky star
If you stop spinning your wheels
And sending out these false alarms
Why must love feel like a heart attack
You held me once and
You keep coming back
Oh boy you havent got a clue
Oh these empty arms
Wont last too long
Hope you appreciate
I need your unabbreviated love
And Ill stick like glue
Can I anticipate
I need your unabbreviated ...
Love is unavoidable
Love can put you back on track
As a matter of fact
Love makes you forget your troubles
A love like that
You dont throw back, no, no
I keep leading with my heart
You keep saying
That were worlds apart
That our love is so taboo
These empty arms
Wont last too long
Hope you appreciate
I need your unabbreviated love
And Ill stick like glue
Can I anticipate
I need your unabbreviated love
(to fade)
Need ya yeah
I wanna hold ya

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song performed by Cyndi Lauper
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VIII. Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis, Pauperum Procurator

Ah, my Giacinto, he's no ruddy rogue,
Is not Cinone? What, to-day we're eight?
Seven and one's eight, I hope, old curly-pate!
—Branches me out his verb-tree on the slate,
Amo-as-avi-atum-are-ans,
Up to -aturus, person, tense, and mood,
Quies me cum subjunctivo (I could cry)
And chews Corderius with his morning crust!
Look eight years onward, and he's perched, he's perched
Dapper and deft on stool beside this chair,
Cinozzo, Cinoncello, who but he?
—Trying his milk-teeth on some crusty case
Like this, papa shall triturate full soon
To smooth Papinianian pulp!

It trots
Already through my head, though noon be now,
Does supper-time and what belongs to eve.
Dispose, O Don, o' the day, first work then play!
—The proverb bids. And "then" means, won't we hold
Our little yearly lovesome frolic feast,
Cinuolo's birth-night, Cinicello's own,
That makes gruff January grin perforce!
For too contagious grows the mirth, the warmth
Escaping from so many hearts at once—
When the good wife, buxom and bonny yet,
Jokes the hale grandsire,—such are just the sort
To go off suddenly,—he who hides the key
O' the box beneath his pillow every night,—
Which box may hold a parchment (someone thinks)
Will show a scribbled something like a name
"Cinino, Ciniccino," near the end,
"To whom I give and I bequeath my lands,
"Estates, tenements, hereditaments,
"When I decease as honest grandsire ought."
Wherefore—yet this one time again perhaps—
Shan't my Orvieto fuddle his old nose!
Then, uncles, one or the other, well i' the world,
May—drop in, merely?—trudge through rain and wind,
Rather! The smell-feasts rouse them at the hint
There's cookery in a certain dwelling-place!
Gossips, too, each with keepsake in his poke,
Will pick the way, thrid lane by lantern-light,
And so find door, put galligaskin off
At entry of a decent domicile
Cornered in snug Condotti,—all for love,
All to crush cup with Cinucciatolo!

Well,
Let others climb the heights o' the court, the camp!

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Metamorphosis

Valerie is somehow made aware
As new age dawns, fair feelings open gate.
Longings, soul sating, heartache dissipate.
Energy can focus everywhere, -
Voyage into light and laughter. Share
Always bright emotions and create
Link which chains not, may anticipate
Evolution understanding where
Rebirth rings needed changes, softens care.
Instincts can expand to celebrate
Entwining beginnings, - secondary state.
Visions of serenity prepare,
And opportunities for future fair.
Life looks not back: let Fate precipitate
Events, as metamorphosis Hope's gate
Reopening, offers dreams intense and rare.
Idyll ideal's no mirage as free spirits start
Enchanting voyage, may a new world chart...

Author notes
The ANAGRAM of VALERIE in French: IL A REVE... He dreamed.

Please see VALUE THE TIME ON EARTH as an alternative to this poem without the necessity of a personal name being required for the acrostic http: //allpoetry.com/poem/2521604

The first letter of each line spells Valerie

The first word of each line spells the following phrase:

Valerie, as longings, energy, voyage, always link evolution rebirth: instincts entwining visions and life - events reopening idyll enchanting

The first word of each line READ BOTTOM UP spells the following phrase:

Enchanting idyll reopening events, - life and visions entwining, - instincts' rebirth, evolution, link always voyage, energy, longings, as Valerie!

One word in each line, read TOP DOWN, (Blue) spells the following phrase:

Somehow feelings, sating, focus light, and anticipate understanding. Changes expand beginnings, prepare opportunities. Let metamorphosis intense free new world

One word in each line, read BOTTOM UP, (Blue) spells the following phrase:

World new, free intense metamporphosis, let opportunities prepare beginnings, expand changes, understanding anticipate and light focus, sating feelings somehow!

[c] Jonathan Robin

poem by Jonathan Robin
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I'm a Human Who Loves Doing

When I am motivated,
I do not hesitate and wait.
Or anticipate with patience,
To delay my fate.

I'm not one to fear mistakes made,
Knowing those I will make.
I'm not afraid to move away,
From a place made much too safe.

I was born to adventure.
With a nature to explore the unknown.
I'm a human who loves doing,
Not one who peeks out windows and doors.

I was born to adventure.
With a nature to explore the unknown.
I'm a human who loves doing,
Not one who peeks out windows and doors.

When I am motivated,
I do not hesitate and wait.
Or anticipate with patience,
To delay my fate.

I'm a human who loves doing,
Not one who peeks out windows and doors.
I'm not afraid to move away,
From a place made much too safe...
Or bores!

When I am motivated,
I do not hesitate and wait.

I'm a human who loves doing.

Or do I anticipate with patience,
To delay my fate.

I'm a human who loves doing...
And gotta move,
From that which bores.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poem Of Remembrance For A Girl Or A Boy

YOU just maturing youth! You male or female!
Remember the organic compact of These States,
Remember the pledge of the Old Thirteen thenceforward to the rights,
life, liberty, equality of man,
Remember what was promulged by the founders, ratified by The States,
signed in black and white by the Commissioners, and read by
Washington at the head of the army,
Remember the purposes of the founders,--Remember Washington;
Remember the copious humanity streaming from every direction toward
America;
Remember the hospitality that belongs to nations and men; (Cursed be
nation, woman, man, without hospitality!)
Remember, government is to subserve individuals,
Not any, not the President, is to have one jot more than you or me,
Not any habitan of America is to have one jot less than you or me. 10

Anticipate when the thirty or fifty millions, are to become the
hundred, or two hundred millions, of equal freemen and
freewomen, amicably joined.

Recall ages--One age is but a part--ages are but a part;

The eternal equilibrium of things is great, and the eternal overthrow
of things is great,
And there is another paradox.

Recall the angers, bickerings, delusions, superstitions, of the idea
of caste,
Recall the bloody cruelties and crimes.

Anticipate the best women;
I say an unnumbered new race of hardy and well-defined women are to
spread through all These States,
I say a girl fit for These States must be free, capable, dauntless,
just the same as a boy.

Anticipate your own life--retract with merciless power,
Shirk nothing--retract in time--Do you see those errors, diseases,
weaknesses, lies, thefts?
Do you see that lost character?--Do you see decay, consumption, rum-
drinking, dropsy, fever, mortal cancer or inflammation? 20
Do you see death, and the approach of death?

poem by Walt Whitman
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The coffee break

Insert a moment or two in a day.
You can anticipate it, focus on it
And derive the anticipated pleasure
When those moments actually have arrived.

The rest of the day will seem a build up
For those moments kept in the focus
And will roll out easily without bore.
If you don't have one, create such moments.

Lunch and dinner are my two moments
Which I anticipate for the pleasure
Of smoking cigarettes, a constraint imposed.
To some even a coffee break will do.
15.10.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Haunting The Chapel

The holy cross
Symbol of life
Anticipate the lives of Christians born
Speak of death
The words of hate
Anticipate the rules among the dead
Hell has seen
Priests condemned
To bring forth the lord of the cross
Strike twelve
Raise the dead
The chapel comes under attack

The ghosts of dead
Torment the priest
Their altar will soon be destroyed
Heaven's mass
Turning black
The church will belong to the dead
Blackened magic
And thus we're lost
Lucifer will supreme
The crystal ball
Children of faith
Their lasting eternal scream

Those who never make the people scream
Have no task for all of time
Satan's form of soldiers stand in lust
Destruction charged upon the cross

Attacking there's seven ways to go
Tormenting the priest

song performed by Slayer from Haunting The Chapel
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Make It Happen

Like a supersonic boom coming at ya
One thing on my mind
Everybody' out to get something
Ain't no compromise

You know that I am gonna wait
I'm gonna take my time I'm gonna take my time
There no need to anticipate
I'm gonna make you mine make you mine

A total transformation
Eyes move into dilation
No need for complication
So take a look inside

Give it up
Step on up
We have got
The right stuff
Let's make it happen
Shake your rhythm now feel the notion
Shake your rhythm you're the motion

Give it up
Step on out
I know where
You know how
Let's make it happen
Shake your rhythm now feel the notion
Shake your rhythm you're the motion

Movin' though the crowd I can feel you
Need you by my side
Feel your body move through night into morning
Just enjoy the ride

You know that I am gonna wait
I'm gonna take my time I'm gonna take my time
There no need to anticipate
I'm gonna make you mine make you mine

Give it up
Step on up
We have got
The right stuff
Let's make it happen
Shake your rhythm now feel the notion
Shake your rhythm you're the motion

Give it up

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song performed by Hear'Say from Popstars
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2 Years On

One year, two years, time goes by.
People laugh and people cry.
Evry morning the clock strikes eight.
I go to work. I close the gate.
And on my way, I sing a song.
About my wife, where I belong.
If the clouds get together and talk about the weather
If its rain they anticipate
Baby make no mistake
Yes the storm will break but never me you see.
Two years on . two years on .
But only you can see me.
Only you can see me.
For what Ive got
Sir lancelot was just a dream and I am not
For I am he with something more
Its you and I reality.
If the cloud get together and talk about the weather
If its rain they anticipate
Baby, make no mistake
Yes the storm will break but never me you see
Two years on . two years on .
But only you can see me
Only you can see me
Two years on . two years on .
Ah....

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Slow Motion

Well I start just broke
Of a line in your tasteless joke
What's up with that hutch you've stolen
Don't worry 'cause it's not broken, it's just swollen
Could anticipate
How you're feeling from day to day
Well about you now, that's your needing
Don't worry 'cause they're laughing, and you're bleeding
Well I'm drowning your ocean
It's much cooler in slow motion
Don't care where you've went
When it's obvious that you bore
I'm not worried 'cause it's five minutes to your glory
Well I'm drowning your ocean
It's much cooler in slow motion
Leave it up to me and I will
Be the one here to see that you stand still
Everyone sees your eyes getting wider
Everyone here believes you're a liar
Well I start just broke
Of a line in your tasteless joke
Right after you've a punched a hole in
Don't worry 'cause it's not broken, it's just swollen
Could anticipate
How you're feeling from day to day
Since it's obvious that you bore me
I I'm not worried 'cause it's five minutes to your glory
Leave it up to me and I will
Be the one here to see that you stand still
Everyone sees your eyes getting wider
Everyone here believes you're a liar, you're a liar

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Love You Blind

Love and harmony, soul inspiration and prophecy
We make love and we make joy, one girl and one more boy
Say, we are, everybodys eyes, lay down your guns and recognize
Theres only one way, if you leave me no choice, but to love you blind
Tell me people, whos leading who
And tell me people, whos following who
A world asleep, is a world in deep, oh yeah
We dont have to be this way
Everybody say, we are the world to come
A place of love and a world of one
One mind can generate, what we anticipate
Say, we make war when we couldnt make peace
Tell me who is the man in the driver seat
Theres only one way, if you leave me no choice, but to love you blind
Tell me people, whos leading who
And tell me people, whos following who
A world asleep, is a world in deep, oh yeah, oh oh yeah
We dont have to be this way
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? a common sky, everybody knows that weve got to try
Hold back the tears, and break that chain
Let love rule again
Signs will come of what we do now, you and me, and me and you
Love is all we need tonight, yeahhhhhh
Listen people, we dont have to be this way
Love and harmony, soul inspiration and prophecy
We make love and we make joy, one girl and one more boy
Say, we are, everybodys eyes, lay down your guns and recognize
Theres only one way, if you leave me no choice,
We are the world to come, race of love, and a world of one
One mind can generate, what we anticipate
Say, we make war when we couldnt make peace
Tell me who is the man in the driver seat
Ooohhh theres only one way, yeahhh
Everybody knows that weve got to try
Hold back the tears, and break that chain
Let love rule again
Signs will come of what we do now, you and me, and me and you
Love you blind, love you blind

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Clair De Lune / Ballerina

(Dennis DeYoung)
It seems you finally had to choose
I guess there was no other way
Between my love and satin shoes
I knew the words you'd have to say
It all began so long ago
That the memory's hardly clear
But when I seen you dance I know
Half your love I'll always share
Ballerina when you dance there's music
Colored lights illuminate your movement
Crowded halls anticipate your gentle smile
Ballerina from the first I knew that
You would always have to dance I knew that
There would surely come a day when you would go
Baby I know...
Dance for me, I beg of you, dance for me
Dance for me, ballerina, dance for me
Ballerina when you dance there's music
Colored lights illuminate your movement
Crowded halls anticipate your gentle smile

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Ballerina

Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
It seems you finally had to choose
I guess there was no other way
Between my love and satin shoes
I knew the words youd have to say
It all began so long ago
That the memorys hardly clear
But when I seen you dance I know
Half your love Ill always share
Ballerina when you dance theres music
Colored lights illuminate your movement
Crowded halls anticipate your gentle smile
Ballerina from the first I knew that
You would always have to dance I knew that
There would surely come a day when you would go
Baby I know...
Dance for me, I beg of you, dance for me
Dance for me, ballerina, dance for me
Ballerina when you dance theres music
Colored lights illuminate your movement
Crowded halls anticipate your gentle smile

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Canto the Second

I
Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,
Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,
I pray ye flog them upon all occasions,
It mends their morals, never mind the pain:
The best of mothers and of educations
In Juan's case were but employ'd in vain,
Since, in a way that's rather of the oddest, he
Became divested of his native modesty.

II
Had he but been placed at a public school,
In the third form, or even in the fourth,
His daily task had kept his fancy cool,
At least, had he been nurtured in the north;
Spain may prove an exception to the rule,
But then exceptions always prove its worth -—
A lad of sixteen causing a divorce
Puzzled his tutors very much, of course.

III
I can't say that it puzzles me at all,
If all things be consider'd: first, there was
His lady-mother, mathematical,
A—never mind; his tutor, an old ass;
A pretty woman (that's quite natural,
Or else the thing had hardly come to pass);
A husband rather old, not much in unity
With his young wife—a time, and opportunity.

IV
Well—well, the world must turn upon its axis,
And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails,
And live and die, make love and pay our taxes,
And as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails;
The king commands us, and the doctor quacks us,
The priest instructs, and so our life exhales,
A little breath, love, wine, ambition, fame,
Fighting, devotion, dust,—perhaps a name.

V
I said that Juan had been sent to Cadiz -—
A pretty town, I recollect it well -—
'T is there the mart of the colonial trade is
(Or was, before Peru learn'd to rebel),
And such sweet girls—I mean, such graceful ladies,
Their very walk would make your bosom swell;
I can't describe it, though so much it strike,
Nor liken it—I never saw the like:

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poem by Byron from Don Juan (1824)
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Don Juan: Canto the Second

XXIV

The ship, call'd the most holy "Trinidada,"
Was steering duly for the port Leghorn;
For there the Spanish family Moncada
Were settled long ere Juan's sire was born:
They were relations, and for them he had a
Letter of introduction, which the morn
Of his departure had been sent him by
His Spanish friends for those in Italy.XXV

His suite consisted of three servants and
A tutor, the licentiate Pedrillo,
Who several languages did understand,
But now lay sick and speechless on his pillow,
And, rocking in his hammock, long'd for land,
His headache being increas'd by every billow;
And the waves oozing through the port-hole made
His berth a little damp, and him afraid.XXVI

'Twas not without some reason, for the wind
Increas'd at night, until it blew a gale;
And though 'twas not much to a naval mind,
Some landsmen would have look'd a little pale,
For sailors are, in fact, a different kind:
At sunset they began to take in sail,
For the sky show'd it would come on to blow,
And carry away, perhaps, a mast or so.XXVII

At one o'clock the wind with sudden shift
Threw the ship right into the trough of the sea,
Which struck her aft, and made an awkward rift,
Started the stern-post, also shatter'd the
Whole of her stern-frame, and, ere she could lift
Herself from out her present jeopardy,
The rudder tore away: 'twas time to sound
The pumps, and there were four feet water found.XXVIII

One gang of people instantly was put
Upon the pumps, and the remainder set
To get up part of the cargo, and what not,
But they could not come at the leak as yet;
At last they did get at it really, but
Still their salvation was an even bet:
The water rush'd through in a way quite puzzling,

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An Alliterative Amorous Answer

Alliterative Love Letter

Adored and angelic Amelia. Accept an ardent and artless amourist’s affections, alleviate an anguished admirer’s alarms, and answer an amorous applicant’s avowed ardour. Ah, Amelia! all appears an awful aspect! Ambition, avarice and arrogance, alas are attractive allurements, and abase an ardent attachement. Appease an aching and affectionate adorer’s alarms, and anon acknowledge affianced Albert’s alliance as agreeable and acceptable.

Anxiously awaiting an affectionate and affirmative answer, accept an ardent admirer’s aching adieu. Always angelic and admirable Amelia’s admiring and affectionate amourist, Albert
Wit and Wisdom 1826

An Alliterative Answer

Artless Amelia Acme’s answer adamantly admonishing artful Albert Acne’s announced amorous ambitions, and assertive advances, actively advocates appropriate alternatives. Also, attesting abhorrent Albert’s attempted abduction, Amelia asks an adequate aureate award. Advance “ amical ” arrangements are altogether abjured.

Adieu Albert!

Abused Amelia, an adorable angel, aghast and askance, acknowledges agile apostate Albert’s apparently avuncular, albeit astonishingly audacious application, and, as alleged affiancement alliances and anticipations are absent, appends an acceptable, accurate answer.

Aggressively accosted, Amelia acts advisedly, asking an acceptably authentic apology affirming all Albert’s avowed affiancement allegations as archetypal authoritarian autocratic attempts at annulling Amelia’s autonomy. Also, Albert’s absolutely alarmingly acquisitive ambitions afford anguish, anxiety, and, afterall, acute anger. All are anathema, as Albert, an adder, assumed angelic approbation after an abject attempt at abrogating and appropriating all Amelia’s assets.

Agamous Albert’s age, adiposity, and abnormally abrasive accents also argued against amorous agglutination. Agamy appeared advisable as Amelia always aspired at attaining an absolute amour, assiduously avoiding ambiguity. Ardent admiration activated Albert’s appetite as Amelia’s allure and accomplishments attracted all-round applause.

Amelia and Albert are at an apogee. Alliance anticipations are antilogical as Amelia’s aplomb and articulateness, and Albert ’s anthropomorphic antics are as antipodes apart as Aphrodite and an anthropoid ape. Acataleptic Albert, Amelia’s antithesis, acting almost as an aggressive animal, abused Amelia’s adolescent acquaintance, Anabelle, an alluring afro actress, - actually auditionning as an aria alto, - adventuring affront abruptly abbreviated.

Albert’s apologists are accomplices aiding and abetting an attack (after anticipating advantages agreed aforehand) .... At Ashcloth Abbey altar agnostic Albert asked Assyriac Abyssinian Archdeacon Ahasuerus and Arabian acolyte Abdul abn Abdulaziz abn Abdullah Abu an aboveboard absolution although Abbott Abraham Allsaints’ anterior abjuration altered all accomodating actions.

Apprehending arrogant acquiline Albert’s arbitrary approach, Amelia appositely acted appropriately, adjusting apparel. Applause and approbation are apropos.

Albert abusively alledges aristocratic alabaster Amelia’s assent - an assumption as absurd as an ass astride an advocate assiduously assembling an ascorbic acid apparatus!

Abstemious Amelia’s abilities attract acclaim - above all admirable administrative aptitudes, artistic aims, analytical assurance, amiability and amenability. Altruistic Amelia amalgamating agreeableness and authority, always assists aliens.

Alcoholic Albert’s abominations abound, as aforementioned as all adults agree, admonishing an aggressive ambiance........Albert apes affability!

Abusive adulation appalls, accelerates aversion and attracts adverse acknowledgements alienating affirmative adhesions. Allegorical accolades, artificially addressed, accumulate absurdities. although amiable acolytes are acceptable additions. Argot argues against acceptance as avid adventurers assume affected accents -, acquiring added artificial accomplishments.

Addressing amoral Albert, and apprehending amorphous arrangements, Amelia advises acrimonious Albert’s accepting any alternative Abigail, Alice and Anabella, as affianced amourette. Auburns are also admired as are armed assegaie’d ashanti, andalousian, algonquin, anabaptist and amerindian amours:

Abigail, Ada, Adrienne, Adriana, Adelaide, Agatha, Aglaë, Alice, Aliette, await Albert,
Aline, Alison, Amy Amanda, Amandine Andrea, Angela, Angelica, Ann, anticipate Albert
Anna, Annabelle, Anne, Annette, Angelina, Annick, Annie, Andrée, Anthea, alleviate Albert
April, Ariane, Ariane, Arlette, Armande, Armelle, Ashley, Astarte, Ava, appreciate Albert
.....And Albert annoys Amelia! - aggravating!

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Chance Encounters

Life’s chance encounters may precipitate
Enchantment, steering shared, transparent course.
Triumph surfs strong currents. Longings' force
Sham obstacles can overcome, create
Eternity, where Time’s lease knows no date.
New dawn spawns hope, dissolving past remorse,
Despising compromise, pretentions coarse.
Fast, echoes of regret disintegrate,
Expelling fears, from tears emancipate.
As inspiration’s catalytic source
Revitalizes joyful intercourse,
Needs met beget seeds thriving, liberate
Open house where friendship, love, blend, bloom,
Where darkness fails, where light tips scales of doom.

28 April 1997 revised 6 October 2009
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for previous versions entitled Constant Current see below

Constant Current

Life’s chance encounters can precipitate
Effects awaited, altering life’s course.
To thrive along through current strong, whose force
Sham obstacles must overcome, create
Eternity, where Time’s lease knows no date.
New challenges must then be met, of course,
Despising compromise, pretentions coarse.
Fast, echoes of regret disintegrate,
Each vain fear fades. Fresh force can liberate
A current constituting constant source
Reviving joys through sharing intercourse,
New empathy, which may anticipate
Open house where friendship, love, blend, bloom,
Where darkness fails, where light tips scales of doom.

28 April 1997 revised? 2005
for previous version entitled End Fear see below

End Fear

Life’s chance encounters can precipitate
A watershed and somehow change its course.
Driving with a current strong, whose force
All obstacles can overcome, create
Eternity, where Time’s lease knows no date.
New challenges must then be met, of course,
Despising compromise, pretentions coarse.
Fast, echoes of regret disintegrate,
Each vain fear fades. Fresh scope can liberate

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Born Before his Time

Brown was weeping; likewise cursing; and with amplitude of reason;
For a letter had been handed him that very afternoon
Which proved he had been cruelly begotten out of season,
That, in fact, he had been born a hundred centuries too soon.

From the day a friendly hint had told of coal on his selection,
In the house, the street, the office Brown had revelled in a dream,
Wherein himself and family and all the Brown connection
Figured floating in a golden barge adown a silver stream.

Now he wept; and little wonder; all his gorgeous hopes had faded
With the letter of the expert, lying crumpled at his feet,
Which reported, with a wealth of scientific terms paraded,
That the “coal” was hardly lignite, though a little more than peat.

“But some day,” so ran the missive, “it is bound to prove a treasure.”
(Here a moment's re-awakened hope had cheered the reader's soul)
“What with gas elimination and accumulated pressure,
“In ten thousand years or so it will be marketable coal.”

Such the wherefore of the change from exultation to lamenting—
And he lifted up his voice and cursed the author of his birth,
Through whose rash precipitation, unconsulted, unconsenting,
He had thus been dumped ten thousand years too soon upon the earth.

Not alone his sire and mother he denounced and execrated,
On their parents and fore-parents his anathemas he hurled,
As one and all, in series, or in concert, implicated
In his premature appearance on this carboniferous world.

For a change he cursed himself, as the untimely culmination
Of the whole precocious family that bore the name of Brown;
Till, exhausted of ferocity, the rage of imprecation
Into unavailing optatives broke impotently down.

“Oh that things,” he raved, “had always been as in the early ages,
“Before the human race had lost the art of going slow,
“When the life of man proceeded at such very easy stages
That the proper age for wedlock was a hundred years or so!
“Would that each of my forefathers, like Methusalem, had waited,
“Who till nigh upon two hundred shirked the matrimonial rôle!
“Then I had not been ten thousand years unduly antedated,
“But would doubtless in the future be co-eval with my coal.

“Now not for me shall this potential wealth be resurrected;
“This bottled sunshine immature shall mellow not for me!

“Now another hand shall reap where I have—where I have selected,
“And another lap receive the fruit that ripens on my tree!

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poem by James Brunton Stephens
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From Epidermal Taxidermy to Internal Epiphany

FROM EPIDERMAL TAXIDERMY TO INTERNAL EPIPHANY

Portrait of fair mind is neither, nor!
neither mastered nor in pieces shred,
displayed to touring tourists - Turrell's bore -
whose dreams no themes of genius hint ahead.
Could paint drip down to mop pain's vail of tears,
unveiling pooled oasis to exchange,
past wraith, fresh faith to grace remaining years,
then fears would fade before excitement strange.
From monochrome to rainbow glow display
“we are such stuff as dreams are made of” shows,
no lifeless stuffing, feathers drooping, fray;
vitality surpasses surface glows
to put to shame greyed taxidermist’s skills
forever fixed in time: true talent spills.

True talent overflows as curiousity
channels potential, recent acquisitions,
to harness latent energy, to free
flame burning to encounter twin shared visions.
Gold courage holds no secrets for fair muse
whose darker shades may by Miss, understood,
misunderstandings sweep away to choose
hues better read, refusing mirage wood.
If one would ink fresh portrait of fair mind
contact’s impact could do it justice true,
where words match deeds indeed, feed surge behind
layered lines to tempt that talent through.
No taxidermist’s trophy, prized possession,
pro-active win/win casts out sin, transgression.

Shared view should sunshine through tune-blended flow
to filter out, to mend, doubt’s daunting pain,
suspend in amber all imbroglio
freeing focus, tender trust sustain.
Bottled up desire too well preserves
formaldehyde-postponed screw-cap allure,
throttles interaction, tires, reserves
soul’s parking place, secure in sinecure.
Restraints life paints can’t canvas open urge,
anticipate emotions strong, long stored
in hibernation waiting to emerge,
eager for adventures unexplored.
Suspended animation soul-song cheats
with taxidermist version of heart’s beats.

Could luck alight tonight and somehow show
new way to leech frustration numbing brain,

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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