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My verse cannot completely trace
a fair reflection who's soft light
underscores such endless grace.
Dream words, found wanting, seek insight.
Eternal beauty, spirit bright,
must judge each base line inks disgrace
as none compare! What second sight
unties knot, satisfies both pace,
due praise, phrased paean, may replace
English deficient, narrow, quite
coarse, inadequate. One face
could stand time's envy, jealous spite.

Yet, reading this, who will believe
there’s no intention to deceive?

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Incompleteness

Verse cannot completely trace
one fair reflection where the light
leaves an impression of such grace
that words, found wanting, seek insight
to reunite with spirit bright,
yet every line links to disgrace
when compared, when second sight
seeks to satisfy both pace
and sense of fitness which replace
the commonplace that must indict
the great part of the human race,
read here both truth and envy's spite.
Yet who'll, on reading this, believe
here's no intention to deceive?

(18 May 2005)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Collective Chrysalis

Before tired tocsin tolls, notes final dawn
objections bowls to smithereens, blasts corn,
beauty need know no double face,
ambiguity's about-face.
Beholder and beholden lace
together love in love's embrace
each beat completes sweet other's pace.

Be forward, ward off wardens, trough or storm,
accounts drawn, love withdrawn or jealous scorn.
Base all on sharing, never base,
replace conformist time and place
with acceptance and erase
all pettiness too commonplace
that mars, that bars true state of grace.

Before last keynote speech leaves pages torn,
reach out, life's rose shows scent's well worth time's thorn.
There's neither chaser, chaste disgraced,
comparisons to draw, changed taste.
Fulfillment never runs to waste.
Collective chrysalis encased
in love's state states case for fresh trace.

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Lids Can Open
After midnight tolls, before the dawn
insight objections bowls, won't be foresworn
beauty knows no double face
beholder and beholden trace
together love in love's embrace
where each heart charts the other's pace.
Drop keynote speech, leave pages torn,
reach out, out reach, rose needs no thorn,
there is no chaser and no chase
there's no disgrace but only grace
and one shared chrysalid in case
the lid can open, fears erase.

(30 December 2008)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Parody Of John Keats 'On The Sonnet

Parody to follow, but first, the real deal sonnet by John Keats,1819...
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John Keats sonnet.....'On the Sonnet'...

If by dull rhymes our English must be chained,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fettered, in spite of painéd loveliness;
Let us find out, if we must be constrained,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To fit the naked foot of poesy;
Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress
Of every chord, and see what may be gained
By ear industrious, and attention meet;
Misers of sound and syllable, no less
Than Midas of his coinage, let us be
Jealous of dead leaves in the bay-wreath crown;
So, if we may not let the Muse be free,
She will be bound with garlands of her own.
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My parody.....'On Rhyme and Money'

If by dull rhyme our fortune's attained,
let us speak, shout, seek, complete with all pain
tomorrow's journey to our bank account.
Ignore that woman chained by wisdom's fount.

Was she not acclaimed in her day and time?
Her eternal beauty bought for a dime
from every passing vendor. How vane!
Her shame, wanting blonde tresses. Brunette's bane!

Forlorn, forsworn, we apply merely base
words, structure, to the poetics of haste.
And, all meaning wanting, we write cheap
nonsensical verse, all rhyming replete.

We of beggars' free verse stand time's testing,
penniless, but with no gods are jesting.

poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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Petunias

A window box replete with flowery grace
Now blossoms by her bedroom, petals bend
Now east, now west as gusty signals send
Indications, perfumed puffs puffs chase.
Each flower seems reflection of fair face,
Softly sweet, whose charms all beauty blend,
Perfection Time can’t mar, thus must befriend,
Enchanted by bright smile. Eternal trace
Too beautiful for words which would embrace
Unconsciously wide world which knows no end.
Neatly from Past to Future must it wend
Its way through time as truth none would efface.
A floral tribute perfumes one whose heart
Seems like fair blossoms, beauty set apart!

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Acrostic Sonnet Annie's Petunias

poem by Jonathan Robin
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After our Likeness.

Before me now a little picture lies—
A little shadow of a childish face,
Childishly sweet, yet with the dawning grace
Of thought and wisdom on her lips and eyes.

Fair, oval, broad-brow'd face—small, delicate head—
Transparent skin, with blue veins shining through—
All the soft outlines, beautiful and true,
Bring me the echo of the words “God said.”

Made “in our image”—sure 'tis that we see,
God's likeness, in the fair face of a child,
By the world's sin and passion undefiled—
Ay, as I look, it seems quite plain to me.

The light wherein the little features shine,
Strange, mystic light, so undefined and faint,
So far too pure for any words to paint—
'Tis a reflection of the Face divine.

Some day the earthly shadows will be cast
Across that sunshine—it may be to dim
A while the visible countenance of Him;
But 'twill be there—the likeness—to the last.

Some day the lucid waters, in which lie
Pictured those glorious lineaments, will be
Stirred up and troubled like a stormy sea;—
But they will yet re-settle—by-and-by.

They will re-settle when the soul is still'd,
Its passions, its wild longings, and its pain;
The pure reflection will shine out again
When earth's hopes are relinquish'd, unfulfill'd.

They will re-settle in those after-years
When life's hard lessons have been conned and learn'd;
Then this child's beauty will have all return'd,
More lovely for the trouble and the tears.
They will re-settle in the calm of death,
When the sweet eyes are laid asleep, and when
The heart is hush'd. Truly God's likeness then—
The mirror clear, unsullied by a breath.

Ah! while I look, and trace each tender line,
I think most of the day when I shall see
The dear face in that perfect purity,
Its mortal features clothed with the divine.

This self-same face, but with the image bright,
Nevermore undefined, and faint, and dim;
This self-same face, yet like the face of Him,
In glory and in beauty infinite.

poem by Ada Cambridge
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Inadequate

Inadequate.
It means not enough.
Like water in a glass half full
it is insufficient.
Some necessary bit is absent.
Inadequate is deficient.
It is vitamin C
in the diet of someone suffering from scurvy.
Inadequate is precisely what you feel
when you work yourself tired
for something your heart so desired
and in the end disappoint yourself still.
Inadequate is when you lack the will
to even try because somewhere inside
you just know you will fail.
Inadequate is someone when rejected.
Something inadequate is something defective.
Inadequate can mean not deserving company
almost like you're invisible maybe,
too unimportant to like or hate.
This word 'inadequate'
resounds in my head of late.

poem by Shaqueena Celestin
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Providential Piece

Song of my soul, soul of song,
long to belong to true beau,
strong where most, weak, string along,
short to wrong conquer and, oh!

Hope for new scope, scope for hope,
never a bye line to toe,
rope with no strings, wings which cope
with winds of change strange, far range, so
dawn of my dawn she became,
fame of shared flame through time's flow,
drawn thorn as newborn glows game's aim,
name of my name who'll rhymes sow.

Bride to abide through the years,
tears clears, cheers as fearful fears go,
far and wide side by side soon appears
for hope nears when heart steers Cupid's bow.

Light of my light shines fair muse
whose views offer cues to bestow
bright blessings no wight could confuse,
clues choose to ignore or loose, glow
fires faith which aspires through tuned lyre
to translate runes ballooning to show
desires which inspire more desire,
enthuse, offer boon zephyr blow.

Waft of my weave I believe
receiving achieves to and fro
unsparing free sharing, two cleave
to each other, discover plateau
untouched and unsmutched for none grieve,
minds leave much behind more to know,
much more as two cores interleave
than first found as obbligato.

Flight through insight to delight
metamorphosis few undergo,
bright star once afar turning night
into day which all pray apropos.

HEART which HE ARTfully writes,
SHE ALl HEALS to unseal joy's chateau,
rite rightfully cited incites
an urge to merge, surge, long ago
foreseen to be queen, reconcile
surface smile with sacred undertow,
rile, bile, soothing to guileless beguile
while sentiments soft overflow.

Find mind behind features sublime
refusing narrow status quo
refusing to mime p[h]antomime,
all acknowledge respect none forego.

Links my pen inks trace their source,
course, and force, as above and below
in story on[e] glory discourse,
never coarse, no remorse ever know.
Dawn of my dawn she'll remain,
never wane, prove joys vain - sun and snow
come and go, she alone, once again
it is plain, easing pain, wards off woe.

Providential piece could reel out
more praise to the envy of time,
but you, reader, must out and about,
go in peace, we'll release you from rhyme.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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For my beloved sister II...

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the lighthouse engulfed in fog
Shining it’s beacon of light
That guides through stormy seas Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the soft whispers carried on a breeze
As it rustles through copper colored leaves
Words of encouragement

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the snow capped mountains
Majestic peaks against a soft hue of blue
The epitome of strength

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the vast meadows of wildflowers
A motley of colors put on display
Simplifying beauty

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the endless skies overhead
And it’s never-ending exhibit of light and dark
Infinite

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love

poem by Shashidhar Kumar
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Sister, Do I Dare Compre Your Love

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the lighthouse engulfed in fog
Shining it’s beacon of light
That guides through stormy seas

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the soft whispers carried on a breeze
As it rustles through copper colored leaves
Words of encouragement

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the snow capped mountains
Majestic peaks against a soft hue of blue
The epitome of strength

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the vast meadows of wildflowers
A motley of colors put on display
Simplifying beauty

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the endless skies overhead
And it’s never-ending exhibit of light and dark
Infinite

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love

poem by Lana Hensley
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For my beloved sister

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the lighthouse engulfed in fog
Shining it’s beacon of light
That guides through stormy seas

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the soft whispers carried on a breeze
As it rustles through copper colored leaves
Words of encouragement

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the snow capped mountains
Majestic peaks against a soft hue of blue
The epitome of strength

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the vast meadows of wildflowers
A motley of colors put on display
Simplifying beauty

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love
To the endless skies overhead
And it’s never-ending exhibit of light and dark
Infinite

Sister
Do I dare to compare your love

poem by Shaan Sidhu
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Do Re Mi

DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO
anagram
DO I FORMALISE, DOAT?

Mind finds through magic interface
enchantment in soft smile whose grace
leaves senses reeling into space.
Form, face, inspires as, in disgrace,
Time disappears, and in its place
all doubts dissolved, we solve life’s chase.
Mingling, jingling, words may trace
cheer and charm which interlace
heart with heart, - no commonplace
encounter doubles pulse rate race.
It sudden seems, in any case,
prismatic colour tones replace
monochrome monochord most embrace

12 June 1997 revised 1 October 2005
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DO I FORMALISE, DOAT?
anagram
DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO

Has music found fresh form and face
Enchanting in a smile whose grace
Leaves senses reeling into space?
Each note breathes light as, in disgrace,
Now Time departs, and in its place
Eternity all doubts does chase.
So, as a mirror, words here trace
Cheer whose charm may interlace
Heart with heart, - no commonplace
Magic doubles pulse rate race!
It sudden seems, in any case,
That rainbow colours may replace
The black and white our lives embrace!

12 June 1997

Poem © Jonathan Robin Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do

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MUSICAL ANAGRAM RIDDLE
N.B. For explanation see NOTES below

Do I Formalise, Doat?

I, don, review rare mind’s fair trace,
solar, timeless, doubts does chase.
Read miracle: fab sonnet’s lace
ties down, adopts real mine, faith’s solace.
Stirred, dodging dogma dire, smiles face
soft lines layered tight, rhyme’s dovetailed grace,
adore remix fast sown in place,
title docent. Don’t rest! - mid famed phrase
some laughter tickles, doubles pace,
dopes reason’s mission. Fate’s sound plays
still dole doat’s reel, might fan song lays.
Tired dodo screeds mime, false sots base
replace stitched verse, - dolts’ doggrel’s shown
remiss, fades soon, lasting dome unknown.

DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO - Anagram of Do I Formalise, Doat?

24 June 2006 revised 7 February 2009
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See also Do Re Mi
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Musical Anagram Riddle

Do I Formalise, Doat?

I doat on ready smile, fair grace,
solar, timeless, doubts does chase.
Real miracle, fate’s song I lace,
‘Tis door adored, might fancy solace,
stings doctor, dowse regrets minds face.
Soft language, tireless, dodges trace,
docile reminds facts somehow place
title down, don’t rest, misplace
fable so laughter tickles, doubles pace,
dons, unrevealed, a mirage space
fantastic sounding to replace
tired dodo wretched mish-mash, base,
false, sorry prose. Lake poet, ace,
tight dons – no dotard – styled embrace.

24 June 2006.

NOTES

DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO –

Anagram of

Do I Formalise, Doat

Given different resolutions formatting has proved difficult therefore the letters that are not indispensable have been replaced by Xs

x DOx RExxxx xxx xMIxx, FAxx xxxxx,
SOLAx, TIxxxxxx, DOxxxx DOxx xxxxx.
RExx MIxxxxx, FAxs SOxxxxx LAxx,
TIxx DOxx xDOxxx RExx MIxxx FAxxx SOLAxx,
xTIxxxx DOxxxxx DOxxx xxRE xMIxxx FAxx.
SOxx xxxx LAxxxxx TIxxx xxxxx xxxxx,
xDOxxx REMIxxx FAxxx SOxxxxx xLAxx
TIxxx DOxx, DOx’x RExx, MIxxxxxx
FAxxx SO LAxxxxx TIxxxxx, DOxxxxx xxxx,
DOxx, xxRExxxxx, x MIxxxx xxxxx
FAxxxxxxx SOxxxxxx xx xxxLAxx
TIxxx DODO xRExxxxx MIxx-xxxx, xxxx,
FAxxx, SOxxx xxxxx. LAxx xxxx, xxx,
TIxxt, DOxxxtx, – xx DOxxxx – xxxxxx xxxxxxx.

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Empathy - Susanne 0642

Strange coincidence and happy that despite the daily grind
Ubiquitous which often does appal,
Sudden came that smile so golden to enthral!
An initial sign and signal, touching tendrils in the mind
New-discovered came across a spacious hall.
Nerves strained every intuition, trying hard to see behind
Each surface smile and hidden si[g]n so small.

So instead of veiled emotions, magic potions did unbind
Ultimate affection which before I'd wall
So as to avoid the void of hurt, unhappiness forestall,
And instead of screens obscene a Queen of open mind we find
Now where two before no feelings I recall,
Numb the soul's song, dumb the heart-strings were, ambitions undefined,
Expecting anxiously sweet Susanne's call.

Summer's sunny smile did banish rile where heart and soul inclined
Unreservedly to open up in Gaul
Superlatives that never knew pitfall
Autumn's cold, though bold, could melt at last, bring joy unto mankind
Nature Nature had surpassed, one over all!
Nothing can compare with her sweet air, and silken tresses twined,
Even Helen's name lost claim to fame, did pall.

Sweet Susanne's soft and charming manner was a banner so refined,
Unfurled the flag of Beauty was to all,
Silencing all critics, each catcall.
And now I know I'd thrones forego, to echo unconfined,
Nobility which her heart would install.
Now as Queen for ever, Muse and envy of all Womankind,
Eternal lines ascribing to her thrall.

Signals when received believed were, sending inspiration signed
Unashamedly by Susanne, - never Paul
So surprised was by the bright light none could stall.
All others show a surface glow, her charms alone can blind!
No wonder by her side pride strides so tall!
Noting soft curvaceous stature with a spirit strong to bind,
Enthusiastic praise whate'er befall.

Singing praises in rhymed phrases all the day is much maligned
Understanding passing through fair verse may fall
Sweetly on the ears, respond to inner call.
Although more verse I would rehearse to praise her, yet unkind
Narrow English lacks linguistic wherewithal!
Nobleness and virtues true unchallenged are in her combined,
Egypt's Cleopatra too would blush withal!

(7 November 1992)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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I want to be with you always

I want to be with you always
That is what my heart says…

I want to be with you always
All the nights and all the days

I want to be with you always
Like the two eyes on your face.

I want to be with you always….
Be it devil’s curse or God’s grace

I want to be with you always
For you, no one can replace.

I want to be with you always….
In the warmth of your embrace

I want to be with you always…
As without you, I’m just a trace.

I want to be with you always
Like Hanuman Ji and his mace!

I want to be with you always
Be it fame or disgrace.

I want to be with you always…
Like a frock’s embroidered lace

I want to be with you always....
For you, from my life I cannot erase.

I want to be with you always
Be it life’s race or gentle pace

I want to be with you always
You are my world’s every place.

I want to be with you always
In my life’s cards, you are the Ace.

I want to be with you always....
Wherever I am, you fill that space.

I want to be with you always

Death, are you listening?
If you take him, take me
And let me rest my case.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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To Tint Mad March with Tenderness of June

Another tide flows in, another moon
spins silver gossamer upon soft ground,
another droplet of spaced-time too soon
its home within eternity has found.

Soul's song has lost strong s[pr]ing. None shall resound
as midnight breasts twelve steps that lead to noon,
can chart the sentiments still heart astound,
to tint mad March with tenderness of June.

Yet still this spirit restlessly repines,
though fane would flower from its pain cocoon,
to span star-spangled sky, scan far for signs
which one day rich say she may grant my boon.

If Truth be Beauty, of a truth these lines
shall sparkle where Life’s fair reflection shines...

Dream's haze obeys the tidal ebb and flow
that Luna excercises as its pull
draws, opens, curtains here, there seeds may sow
to catalyze reflections to the full.

Filters fail to stem prismatic streams
whose waves save inklings hiding from dawn's light,
strange how both fragile and eternal themes
link this world to its parellels, unite

base terran trace to hidden face whose spells
spin cause into effect, direct our play,
whose influence spans last gasp, first farewells,
chance dance, phrase phases, catchwor[l|d roundelay.

Alarm bells ring to spring this song from sleep
as sun peeps past horizon, robins cheep...

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sonnet IX

TO THE COUNTESS HELÉNE ZAVADOWSKY.

WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown
In Gothic Westminster's long-hallow'd walls,
The eye upon no lovelier sight look'd down
Than thou, fair Russian! Memory still recalls
The soft light of thy sapphire-colour'd eyes,
The rich twine of thy simply-braided hair,
And the low murmur of the crowd's surprise
To see thee pass along so strangely fair.
Nor didst thou charm by looks and smiles alone,--
Thy 'broken English' had its share of grace;
For something in thy accent and thy tone
So match'd the beauty of thy gentle face,
We seem'd to hear our old familiar words
Set to some foreign lute or harp's melodious chords!

poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Can Beauty Remain Beauty?

Can beauty remain beauty without light?
No beauty survives without light in sight
To endure the pangs sharp of age in flight,
For fair with folly dead plunges at night.

When beauty blooms into beauty divine,
Showered with wisdom married to light to shine,
To border of no ending on the line,
Lifted is beauty's life onto cloud nine.

Life valued more in thought than gold man eyes,
Beats thrones, castles held in esteem that dies.

Vessels with covetousness, wrath, spite, lust, pride,
Greed, sloth do sink into oblivion wide.

Life is nature, who stores light in sublime.
Such beauty saved as truth lives on with time.

poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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It’s Waiting There

You’ve never been to Heaven yet
Perhaps you never will
Yet faith dictates that man will get
To reign on Zion Hill

We’ve heard what God has had to say
Of things that must be done
We’ve heard by grace He’s paved the way
Through Jesus Christ His Son

We know by faith God’s Light will dawn
On those who seek His face
Through Jesus’ blood become reborn
Receiving Heaven’s grace

Who’ve faith to fight and faith to stand
Who’ve grace to serve our King
Who’ve hope to dwell The Promised Land
Our endless praise to sing

Impossible for doubting fools
For self conceited man
But those who live by Jesus’ rules
Will see where life began

We’ll see The Way to David’s Rood
We’ll eat the leaves of health
We’ll see life’s tree and eat its fruit
And reap eternal wealth

But who has ears The Truth to hear?
With faith enough to see
That Jesus Christ will soon appear
To bring these things to be

Allow God’s grace to come your way
Open to Light your heart
Accept what love has got to say
Let all your doubts depart

poem by Michael P. Johnson
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It's Waiting Here