Rubaiyat Of Time - After Edward Fitzgerald Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayaam Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Through fifty rushing ruba'i we’ll explore
In time with time dimensions deep before
Mirage half-life momentous draws to end,
Exits chores, leaves living open door.

Time headlong, helter-skelter spins, its hum,
Is energy advancing, drummer, drum,
Merging, surging, fresh emerging twined
Eons seeking equilibrium.

Thrust: force on course, false errors overcome,
If upset great equation’s springs back plum,
Musters flux, reflux links recombined
Echo-systems spectral tuned as one.

Time from nano into nano fuelled
Intersperses ages heated, cooled
Myths common entrance are to seasons' round
Emerging, surging, then decay respooled.

Thus what anticipation seems is sense pre-schooled,
Independent thought, tradition jewelled
Marred by traditions with their strict surround,
Emphatic, innovations overruled

Though new cycles progress must address
Inventively fresh challenges to guess
Manner, method best to test, advance,
Eliminating errors, maladdress.

Trends spendthrift stimulating short-term stress,
Interests vested common sense transgress,
Modus operandi: status symbols
Elevated icons for 'success'.

Time nests birds of feather, two nurture four,
Increasing future generations' store,
Marking more for epidemic cull,
Ever higher populations soar.

Tortoise Time of fable overtakes
Impetuousity, Man’s d[r]ead mistakes
Make room for Future feeling it knows best
Expressing needs life gives or greed life takes.

Time, both tempter and preemptor, bubble-gum
Into emptiness explodes summum,
Mocks limits that the Past thought absolute,
Entertains new expectations’ sum.

Time mutates as necessary to translate
Into viral spiral gyral splices fate,
Monkey makes of man’s pride, grave mistake,
Ever ambitions’ mountains must negate

This leads to more selection, all before
Is run through mill ‘til evolution’s draw
Mocks once again of mice and men their niche
'Ergo cogito' can’t help brave, squaw.

Time destroys its own foundations, reconstructs
Intuitively tunes to pattern ducts,
Mainstays must change or mainsprings may unwind,
Ever on advances spiral-scrum.

Time, master’s master, slave’s slave may become,
In eyelid twinkling, beat of dreaded drum,
Most by the wayside fall, we never find
Extra innings, silver lining, come.

Time spurns prestige, lord/leige turns cycle score
Into room for rust, boom bust, tomb sure,
Meek can’t rise through wise disguise, dice thrown
Evacuate none from predestined maw.

Tide scorns pride, zenith ride descent prepares,
Idyll’s flags, tails way no more, hot air’s
Muted, bugle’s cry falls silent soon
End of glory, end of story bares.

Through needle’s eye who wheedles, answers finds,
Issues safely free from mortal binds,
Measures leisure, pleasure’s treasure store
Encore as an example. All unwinds.

Timely opportunities help draw
Instant conclusions from confusion sore,
Mistake not these for panacea rich,
Efforts seem vain, soon sink beneath Time’s roar.

Time, an excellent musician, tune’s life’s play,
Is clay pot and playful potter, wind-spring stay
Mocking mortals’ puny portals which
Echo ego phase for one brief day.

Texts once held sacred timeline’s sickle cell
Identifies as custom, hidebound, fell,
Messiahs’ message welcome overstay,
Expressing greybeards plays new ways expel.

Time’s reasons most mysterious keep mum,
In/on Cause and Effect streams’ go and come,
Matrix grid gridlocks convictions 'sure'
Each fresh vibration rearranges sum.

Though if the sum itself stays ever dumb
Interjections Man may make sound rum,
Much misaligned or out of kilter drawn
Ever onwards, darker depths must plumb.

Time, predator and dater, shreds to crumb
Intestate Life’s bread, severs thread, spares none,
Magician fly, man hard may try, yet vain
Ephemeral pomp stomps, must fast succumb.

Time knows no sin, coeval with all spin,
Innings ends, beginnings new birth in,
Mutating wicketwards in double bind,
Essence waxes, wanes, chains fast unpin.

Time, thirsty, swallows all, whose hollow hall
Icarus echoes, pride before the fall,
Mortgaged Tomorrow may stay unredeemed,
Empty Today, shrill trumpet’s curtain call.

Tomorrow? Spend tonight in merriment,
In quickstep dance whose flow seeks not ‘what’s meant’
Maybe man’s dream-stream theme itself’s enough
Entertainment ‘til all time is spent.

Trip through chance dance, enjoy uncertain ball,
Incandescent pleasure take; great, small,
Must equal into dust descend, thrust out,
Equal? When sorrow knocks what may befall?

To no false prophet, priest or sect hell-bent,
Idol gold, bow down before, assent,
Mistrust those who True path alone proclaim,
Evidence elsewhere shows they seek rent.

Then care no fig for bowler, bat or ball,
Independent live, for all in thrall
Make their own fears fear’s breeding ground, time lent
Extends no karmic guarantees atall.

Temptation which would substitute free flings
In free-for-all enjoyment lacking stings,
More often turns to disappointment’s piques,
Eagerness to jaded taste, waste wings.

Turn down attempts to bind mind, concrete slings,
Ideal are not, knots tie, surround with strings,
Meet all events with good sense and avoid
Enslavement to crowd’s cause or forceful kings.

Time, feathers furled, stands waiting in the wings,
In observation, - what the future brings
May prove to be, or not to be, why care?
Enjoy today, bet not on better things.

Today rejoice, the Heaven here that sings
Ignore what others term Time’s wanton stings,
Multi-modal melody, Life’s gold,
Espouse nor envy, nor beholden rings.

Thus born, we breathe, we suffer, then we die,
In vain we'd peek, train seek to reason why,
Meek finite to peak Infinite appeals
Each never gains the ghost of a reply.

Torn between two stools we seethe or sigh,
Impatient call on Fate to rectify.
Marked Book of Judgement which our conduct seals
Early, late, those snug as bug too die.

Trust or deceive, we breathe, and then good bye,
In debt or credit wreath last stifled cry,
Mortality turns to progeniture,
Earnest when 'moving finger' beckons nigh.

The bold, who Death’s cold clutches dares defy
Is in same boat as cowards who comply,
Maggot Future? changeling which conceals
End destiny, what may that signify?

Through birth, earth berth, we struggle to explain
Inner loneliness, or entertain
Myths of genes which constantly evolve
Eternal karmic chain’s revolving plane.

Tocsin toxin, all that waxes wanes,
If naught to nothing adds, who counts Man’s gains
May fallen angels ever rise again,
Enchantment’s spells rewarding their past pains?

Tomorrow, fifty, thrice ten thousand years,
Is finite space, no trace inscribed appears,
Muse poetic may extend this lease,
Except that Styx fades paper, print, dog ears.

Terrified self-circling search for zen
Is all we earn, is all we learn with tears.
Memory stick which stores brain’s data bank
Existentially archived citizen.

Take fear from ear, from eye take tear, evolve,
Insights into age-old quandaries solve,
Man starbound steers, sounds fresh foundations’ berth
Excluding pessimism, cares dissolve.

Though sun still shines upon revolving Earth
Is orbit ovum guaranteed rebirth?
Methinks all time and space are relative
Einstein challenged timelessness with mirth.

The hair dividing reason from in[s]ane
Is concept which in context few retain,
Man’s aim, fame’s flame flares, gutters, who may solve
Existence, seasons’ reasons, joy and pain?

Therefore with mettle grasp Fate’s nettle, rise!
In life ‘Chance’ role reversals still supplies
Magnify these opportunities,
Embrace, sin spurn, win earn, create, surprise.

Time swiftly swallows all in hollow hall,
Idyll: draw trumps 'til trumpet’s curtain call,
Mortal sojourn's short, boon strength soon spent,
Enjoy Life’s bloom before doom’s petals fall.

Tempus fugit, Time is flying, soon
In dust all lie, buy time then die, no moon
Most cook the books, for second try still sigh,
Eliminated, all turn maggots' boon.

These stanzas hold no moral, fold no plum,
If fifty, fifty thousand, only one,
Mirage tidal suicidal, counter signed?
Egg-chicken drumstick waits string's final strum.