Anthology Prepared
His wish was wit with wisdom well to wed
within an epigram, - he found instead
some thought slight wit was there and that was slight,
he witless seemed to others, lacked insight.
He kept in sight their criticism there,
and kept from sight verse, parodies hors pair,
for some insipid seemed, rose-water, trite, -
but then began to fly another kite.
He pruned, he tuned, communed, was often led
to pulp the offspring fond that Time had bled,
until the flow could sew in framwork tight
both harmony and sense, in fancy’s flight.
For the first time he’s spurred to offer fare, -
incisive works beyond the critics’ care,
will cast no anxious glance to who’d indict
with bark or bite the verses seen tonight.
Dust swept by one who sought to look ahead,
through Internet a reputation spread, -
but what is fame, a lighthouse in the night,
a passing beam before eternal night...
May this collection transcend Time the slayer,
to challenge finite ends is poet’s prayer.
May this selection stimulate, invite
reflection, humour, pleasure bright.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Many Roads Await
Many links extended, t[r]end outwards into light,
As rainbow drops descended dispense due dew delight.
New roads must be defended to stimulate, rewrite
Years starting, for years ended show slight reflection bright.
Right, wrong, misapprehended, are neither black nor white,
Out and inside when [bl]ended, intolerance indict.
As wheels turn, Time, suspended, prepares for further flight,
Dream theme streams are intended to startle, day and night.
Spread is each page portended as message to incite
All walls to fall, bridge mended, ways narrow dynamite
With fervence unpretended so men worldwide unite.
All roads to Rome, befriended, help ease the people's plight
Imply toil, tears expended gain better world in sight.
Tomorrow's tracks extended just future must invite.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Retrospective of an Honest Man - after Clark Stillman
RETROSPECTIVE OF AN HONEST MAN
By night: fight, flight
quite out of sight.
By day: mayday
in way on site,
blight; bite, spite, slight.
Payday: heyday
way O.K. … right?
Tight, slight respite.
6 January 2010
Parody Clark STILLMAN 1905_1995 Autobiography of an honest man
6 January 2010
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN HONEST MAN
During the night
I was out of sight;
During the day
I was in the way.
STILLMAN Clark 1905_1995
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ignition Recognition 0796
We, swathed in shadow-dream by night
from prying eyes ride out of sight,
none see us there.
You, super nova, shining bright
shall shiver-quiver with delight,
my hand your hair.
We toss, we cross from left to right,
adrenalin excited quite
from time-line where
wild whispers wraith-race round at quite
a rate, chased waist, taste, kiss requite
as everywhere
our earth spins like a top, black, white,
fade as we both incite, excite
twinned souls laid bare
from whom sounds issue as stage-fright
[f]lash feelings pulse, what's wrong? what's right?
whip need[l]ing care!
Lush rush primaeval lusts invite
to revelation as insight
flushes despair.
When inside out returns to bite,
for more both plead, in depth find height
too sweet to bear.
Hands twin heart, skin, win win sheds spite,
transcends dimensions, knows we might
be anywhere.
No thighs, bond_age ties, cries, just flight
beyond stars seen when day and night,
earth, fire, sea, air
compounded are as they ignite in recognition's second sight,
caress hors pair!
(9 November 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Introductions 0167
Intelligence with instinct should unite,
Nor compromise, nor seek presumptious reign,
To speed-link poet to true fancy's flight.
Reject this rede, all industry is vain.
Outlaw all superficial sketches trite,
Draw joy if joy, if sad, etch inner pain.
Uncertainty can't humour or delight.
Create an atmosphere whose inky skein
Tight winds round reader, s[h]ifting wrong from right.
Ideas conveyed suggest in language plain
Outline he or she completes as write
New insights offers, no need to explain.
To this love's labour, harmony ensure,
Sonnet writes itself, and may endure.
If healthy symbiosis we sustain,
No effort should be spared, by day, by night.
Try to improve, not prove, harsh words soon wane.
Revise, resize, help reader see the light
Offer hints, instruct and entertain,
Draft and redraft, with care craft, brain finds flight,
Unleashed imagination, hidden lain,
Can rise from hibernation, latent quite
To share, prepare layer after layer, thus train
Inner evolution. Do not indict
Or censure pass, or censor soul's refrain,
Nor unduly influence outright.
Through form may free verse learn to grow true, show
Flow whose rich rhyming interplay may glow.
(18 January 2010)
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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Sometimes....All the Time Joy
Sometimes things go smooth and merry
Sometimes things go uncertain and scary
All the Time…Day and Night
All the Time…Joy is in Sight
Sometimes people disappoint and cuss
Sometimes we disappoint and fuss
All the Time…Day and Night
All the Time…Joy is in Sight
Sometimes answers are hard to find
Sometimes words are not so kind
All the Time…Day and Night
All the Time...Joy is in Sight
Sometimes life is a mystery
Sometimes life releases history
All the Time…Day and Night
All the Time…Joy is in Sight
Sometimes love may enkindle you
Sometimes love may wound you
All the Time…Day and Night
All the Time…Joy is in Sight
Sometimes tasks and duties are complex
Sometimes humans are so perplex
All the Time...Joy is 3 S’es
All the Time…Salvation Self-Esteem Service..Oh YES! ! !
poem by Timothy Brashear
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Owing to this struggle for life, any variation, however slight and from whatever cause proceeding, if it be in any degree profitable to an individual of any species, in its infinitely complex relations to other organic beings and to external nature, will tend to the preservation of that individual, and will generally be inherited by its offspring. The offspring, also, will thus have a better chance of surviving, for, of the many individuals of any species which are periodically born, but a small number can survive. I have called this principle, by which each slight variation, if useful, is preserved, by the term of Natural Selection, in order to mark its relation to man's power of selection.
quote by Charles Darwin
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Is Progress Over-Rated?
When choice is confiscated by little minds or might,
scope's rightful place vacated when bigotry or spite
come unanticipated to sweep away delight,
or red-tape inundated by petty parasite
as bureaucrat fat, sated, sets rules sans oversight,
those once emancipated must reclaim civil right
heed call anticipated, prepare for freedom's fight.
When equity is bended by vested interests quite
at ease corruption tended or theft's waft weft sown tight,
when energy expended perverted is, insight
should channel scope extended, intolerance indict.
When walls fall, bridges mended, prepare for further flight.
With justice dislocated ways narrow dynamite
diversity related to understanding's light,
then truth, communicated, should everyone incite
to see trust reinstated in statutes black and white
while judgements biased, weighted, are banished, all upright.
Tomorrow's tracks extended just future must invite
to spread ways, truth defended, to readily excite
imaginations blended with acts which reunite
new paths to be defended to stimulate, rewrite
a future fair and splendid which whets hope's appetite.
Is 'progress' over-rated as terran terabyte
nets hearts which once vibrated for few now underwrite
the principles once stated as everyman's birthright.
Is man's great plan, once fêted, doomed to unending plight
with tenderness' star fated to dim, disc overwrite.
Years new witness tears ended, show fresh reflection bright.
as errors apprehended, amended are a-right,
transparency intended to banish bias blight,
as wheels turn, Time, suspended, might rediscover light
with ardour unpretended, with better world in sight.
Our verses here are ended with neither joy nor spite,
the moral that's appended - distrust hierarchies' bite.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Light.
Light me a light any kind of light,
Just shine its beam into my darkest night,
For like a child I stay up in fright,
So light me a light any light tonight.
Candlelight, moonlight any light is just right,
For in that light I might find my might!
Don’t sing me a song, don’t hold me tight,
Just light me a light, any light tonight.
Light me a light to assist my sight,
Just my naked eye darkness cannot fight,
So before darkness gets a chance to bite,
Light me a light any kind of light.
Flickering, glaring or outright bright,
I don’t care what kind just light me a light,
All I need is darkness away tonight,
So light me a light any kind of light.
poem by Barak Al'Mondia
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Tremendous Ascension
Calm wonder of the night
Has made love seem well tight.
Before me, a fair sight
Released joy, which took flight.
That great joy ascends right
From the heart that goes bright
With heavenly soft light.
Its effect great, not slight
To the tremendous height
With love that cannot blight,
Fills my soul with great might.
Such joy with that I plight.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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Kite Song
I flew a kite, I held on tight to its string.
Each time I go anywhere, I held on tight.
In the middle of the night I woke up in fright,
Thinking maybe in my dream I let go of my kite.
When I was in a restaurant, talking to my friends,
Watching their mouths move faster and faster.
I thought of the kite that was flying in the sky
And made sure that my hand was holding the string.
That was a long time ago,
Many skies went by since then.
Now my hands stopped holding anything
And Ive learnt to take a walk instead.
Then one day in the evening light,
I saw something strange shining bright.
The sky was dark, with swarms of larks,
And in the midst of it all, yes, it was my kite.
How did the kite get there, Ill never know,
Floating away among the clouds to where nobody knows.
I held my gun with both my hands,
Slowly aiming at the shining dot.
The shot went off, the dot blew off,
Since then Ive never seen the kite again.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Enhanced Impressions
ENHANCED IMPRESSIONS
May [s]he fill heart with laughter, light,
Advance, words weaving soft delight,
Unwind minds' blindness so two might
Dive through each other’s strength, find flight
Effacing walled calls dark as night,
MAUrauders tempting, flying kite.
Defy all mirage motions trite, -
Emotions share that naught need blight?
May [s]he fright shadows, hither bend
Arms into waiting arms to tend
Unending welcome friend as friend
DEstined, in time with rhyme, to mend
MAladies, passing cares, and end
Unbecoming bars, append
Due joy as on shared quest two wend
Enchantment bright as joys ascend.
May [s]he see past time’s veil tonight
A message clear, both dear and bright,
Unwavering image infinite.
DElight may two as one unite
MAy catalyzed by second sight,
Unrealing magic spells excite
Dumb to speech tender, selenite
Entrances, open view seems right.
May [s]he to far horizons lend
AUreate prospect and extend
Dreams to real reel, as two transcend
Evanescent spendthrift spend.
MArch hand in hand and recommend
Unceasing tenderness fair friend.
Days to years sans tears here penned,
Enhanced impressions twin souls blend.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Missing Finger
You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?
Fifteen years away from home,
We are yet to know what really went wrong;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
What really went wrong with your missing finger?
You made enough money and thought that,
You were richer than the President;
Today, you've returned home poorer than before!
There is time for everything,
A time to gain and a time to lose;
What really went wrong?
From a flight to your plight,
Who will help you now?
Fifteen years awayto make some money,
But today you can't even eat well at home;
From a flight to your plight,
Today you can't even sleep well at home;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
The very colours of the rainbow with a view;
You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back home with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?
From a flight to your plight,
Fifteen years away to make some money;
From the land of red, gold and green! !
From a flight to a plight,
It's all part of a lesson;
You are now at home at last.
The President was at the stadium but,
Where were you?
It is better to be humble than to boast.
Flight, sight, might, bright, tight, light;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Bite, kite, height, fight, eight, plight;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Quiet, rite, white, night, site, write;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Today, the President is better off than you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Life Affair
(gardner cole/matthew garey)
Were off to the right start
Put your hand on my heart
Feel it beat with sweet intention
Dont tell me sit tight
Im too excited tonight
Every touch takes me to heaven
Got so much love inside, you know were gonna make it
Come here and turn the key, unlock all this extacy
Lets start a life affair
We have no time to spare
To show how much we care
Come on now lets start a life affair
You know Ill be right there
We make the perfect pair
High as a kite now
Ive got perfect sight now
I can see beyond forever
Its gonna be just you and me boy
Every day a new joy
Loving more than we can measure
So many dreams out there,
I know where we can find them
Cant wait a minute more,
Youre all Ive been waiting for
Lets start a life affair
We have no time to spare
To show how much we care
Come on now lets start a life affair
You know Ill be right there
We make the perfect pair
Dancing together this dance that lasts forever
Never been so in love
Eyes bright and open, a thousand new emotions
Raining down from above
Lets start a life affair
We have no time to spare
To show how much we care
Come on now lets start a life affair
You know Ill be right there
We make the perfect pair
song performed by by Tiffany
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Day And Night II
Day and night,
Love and candlelight,
Way and sight,
May and bright,
Lay and slight,
Say and right,
Clay and plight,
Mock and fight,
Work and alright,
Name and Wright,
Pay and alight,
Castle and Knight,
Plane and flight,
Hope and delight,
Load and weight,
Anger and blight,
Power and might,
Above and height,
Number and eight,
Bay and light,
Torch and flashlight,
Focus and highlight,
Kindness and Albright,
Coast and bight,
Body and tight;
And, like a weak thread in the land of your muse!
But, day and night i will search for you my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Litotes
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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Angel Wings
Angel wings spread wide for me!
Hold me in your peaceful breeze.
Guide me to that shinning light,
Hold me up, hold me tight!
Take me through this restless time,
Help the goodness forever shine.
Whisper to me that things are right,
Always sing through the night!
Give me wisdom from above,
Help me forever show God's Love.
Never take me from your sight,
This I pray with all my might!
Flutter those feathers ounce for me,
So that evil can really see.
That I'm protected by a mighty flight,
Heavenly Angels watch through the night.
poem by Carlene Maddux
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On the immensity of creation
Oh! could I borrow some celestial plume,
This narrow globe should not confine me long
In its contracted sphere---the vast expanse,
Beyond where thought can reach, or eye can glance,
My curious spirit, charm'd should traverse o'er,
New worlds to find, new systems to explore:
When these appear'd, again I'd urge my flight
Till all creation open'd to my sight.
Ah! unavailing wish, absurd and vain,
Fancy return and drop thy wing again;
Could'st thou more swift than light move steady on,
Thy sight as broad, and piercing as the sun,
And Gabriel's years too added to thy own;
Nor Gabriel's sight, nor thought, nor rapid wing,
Can pass the immense domains of th' eternal King;
The greatest seraph in his bright abode
Can't comprehend the labours of a God.
Proud reason fails, and is confounded here;
---Man how contemptible thou dost appear!
What art thou in this scene?---Alas! no more
Than a small atom to the sandy shore,
A drop of water to a boundless sea,
A single moment to eternity.
poem by Ann Eliza Bleecker from The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker
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It's Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door
I've been up at this all night long
I've been drowning in my sleep
I've prayed for your safe place
And its time for us to leave
Time is running on empty and the gas is running out
I've decided that tonight is the night
That I set love aside
Full speed ahead this seems to be the place
I've seen this once before
Planned perfection sought in my dreams
Hoping this would take you home
My knuckles have turned to white
There's no turning back tonight
So kiss me one last time
Around this turn where
The cross will cast your shadow
The people will all gather
To remember such a day where the flames grew as high
As trees
And the world stopped for you and me
My knuckles have turned white
There's no turning back tonight
So hold on tight
Kiss me one last time
Shut your eyes
I will now bring new meaning to the word alone
Endless nights of dreaming of life
And the days we should have spent here
Drowning in my sleep I'm drowning in my sleep
Glass shatters and comes to a halt
I thought we'd be there by now
I thought it would be so much quicker than this
Pain has never been so brilliant
I made sure you were buckled in
Now you can walk hand in hand with him
song performed by by Underoath
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Kakemono Kites of Spring
Kite hung in cerulean sky
invites comparison to scroll
as string unwinds see colours roll
ascend, descend, as butterfly
breasting current, soaring high,
then gliding, fabric on cross pole
stitched, kakemono parabole
whose history of times passed by
or vibrant dragon scarcely shy,
prints memory one may unroll
when seeking causal links whose string
plays out or reins in Chance's sting.
Kakemono kite portrays
chromatic hieroglyph within
rollers wooden, yang and yin
invite a glance. Attention stays.
Beyond horizon's curtain haze
kami set reeled wheels a-spin,
mislaid sensations may begin
recalling soul-song 'spite life's maze.
If Fate some unseen hand obeys
No straight line logic can man pin, -
Knit your own links, spurn worldly din.
Advance, each forward step portrays
rung strung on ladder, represents
inked history's evanescence.
Fresh fanned breeze feels kite's counterwheels
in energy reborn, whose light,
responds to current's second-sight,
paints sense intense on bobbing reel.
Breeze buffet dance, rides' glides conceal
karmic trajectory for flight.
An aura some might call insight,
reflecting semi-conscious zeal
through these three sonnets shows appeal
needing no fancy phrases bright.
Kite flies to offer wings which might
refer to life's conditions real,
ressuscitates awareness, knows
seeds sown soon grow where'er wind blows.
for previous version entitled Magic Circle see below
Kakemono inked portrays
A magic circle where, within
Rollers wooden, yang and yin
Invite a glance. Attention stays.
Now chance has fuelled an inner blaze!
Kami set the wheels a-spin
As long lost feelings can begin
Recalling soul-song through Life's haze.
If Fate some unseen hand obeys
No straight line logic can man pin, -
Knit your own links, spurn worldly din.
Advance! Each step through life's mad maze
Rung on the ladder represents,
INside walls fall, - who needs defence?
Keep faith with Life and you will feel
An energy reborn, whose light,
Responding to some second-sight
Intense may sense bring to Fate's wheel.
Now motivations don't conceal!
Karmic call falls for free flight,
An aura some men call insight,
Reflecting inner, conscious zeal.
In this short sonnet my appeal
Needs no fancy phrases bright.
Kite flies to offer wings which might
Answer expectations real.
Recall all intuitions, know
INdeed that seeds sown soon shall grow!
(5 December 1996 revised 1 March 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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