Ecology III
Ecology III
Pelagic Complaint The Gull’s Reply
Petrel’s plumes in air, Detergent curd, vile sea,
petrol’s fumes on sea; tern turning through the air;
a letter, here or there, - submergent bird I’ll be, -
what difference to me? all to you, I do swear!
Petrol pours on sea, Erne, earnest, swoops from sky,
petrel soars in sky; soiled Skuas slick-stick sea;
a vowel, ‘O’ or ‘E’, - Oiled Fulmars homeward fly, -
mmall difference! I sigh! All difference to me!
Petrel flying high, Thick petrol rings I spy,
oil on ocean water; seep from listing tanker;
for any shoaling fry slick sickening squid and I, -
the odds on life grow shorter! Eternity, remember!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_1007 written 6 August 1977
Ecology
Pollution and spillage,
plunder, rape, pillage,
Earth’s face is turned.
Earth’s beauty burned
Earth’s shame discerned
in climatic warning...
In city and village,
factory, tillage,
Man’s pride is spurned,
Man’s ashes urned,
Man dust returned
with climactic mo[u]rning.
© Jonathan ROBIN Poem robi3_0049 13 December 1975
Ecology II
Cycles some would modify
could cull all promise from the future,
kill aqua flora, fin and feather.
Supersonic trails in sky –
a risk one cannot quantify -
distorting winds and weather.
Climates change and cultures die,
currents warm mankind defy
as seas rise to highest levels ever
and livid coral reefs bone dry.
Watershed threat carbon di!
On politicians who’d rely?
Pollutions [sp]ills some fools deny
when lobbies rich requalify
risks in an endeavour
to twist statistics you and I
investigate as tension high
takes us beyond all tether.
Dangers dire as any lie
upon mankind which turns blind eye
to threats that all together
should meet before too late to cry.
The question is not whether
but when much land today still dry
will seasink beneath leaden sky –
beware tomorrow’s weather!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_1006 written 6 August 1977
O Hush Baby Tory
O hush baby Tory, Ecology’s ‘in”,
and industry’s excess will sanction as sin, -
all enterprise, private or public, must see
advantages saving the seal and the sea.
Green power could capture the red, white, and blue,
lean hours for poor Thatcher and all of her crew, -
the Future must settle the Past’s spendthrift spree,
what kilowatts wasted, what lost energy!
Beware, though pollution once sped profits’ rise,
acid rains and dioxide now blanket the skies,
while French leave’s been taken by birds and by bees,
with AIDS round the corner, - Love’s no longer free!
With Tchernobyl cooking though four years have fled,
who knows w[h]att reaction may come to a head, -
the hole in the ozone could soon prove to be
a threat to humanity, Maggie and me!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_0167_scot3_0004 parody Sir Walter Scott Lullaby on an Infant Chief written 25 April 1990
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Ecology II
Ecology II
Cycles some would modify
could cull all promise from the future,
kill aqua flora, fin and feather.
Supersonic trails in sky –
a risk one cannot quantify -
distorting winds and weather.
Climates change and cultures die,
currents warm mankind defy
as seas rise to highest levels ever
and livid coral reefs bone dry.
Watershed threat carbon di!
On politicians who’d rely?
Pollutions [sp]ills some fools deny
when lobbies rich requalify
risks in an endeavour
to twist statistics you and I
investigate as tension high
takes us beyond all tether.
Dangers dire as any lie
upon mankind which turns blind eye
to threats that all together
should meet before too late to cry.
The question is not whether
but when much land today still dry
will seasink beneath leaden sky –
beware tomorrow’s weather!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_1006 written 6 August 1977
Ecology
Pollution and spillage,
plunder, rape, pillage,
Earth’s face is turned.
Earth’s beauty burned
Earth’s shame discerned
in climatic warning...
In city and village,
factory, tillage,
Man’s pride is spurned,
Man’s ashes urned,
Man dust returned
with climactic mo[u]rning.
© Jonathan ROBIN Poem robi3_0049 13 December 1975
Ecology III
Pelagic Complaint The Gull’s Reply
Petrel’s plumes in air, Detergent curd, vile sea,
petrol’s fumes on sea; tern turning through the air;
a letter, here or there, - submergent bird I’ll be, -
what difference to me? all to you, I do swear!
Petrol pours on sea, Erne, earnest, swoops from sky,
petrel soars in sky; soiled Skuas slick-stick sea;
a vowel, ‘O’ or ‘E’, - Oiled Fulmars homeward fly, -
mmall difference! I sigh! All difference to me!
Petrel flying high, Thick petrol rings I spy,
oil on ocean water; seep from listing tanker;
for any shoaling fry slick sickening squid and I, -
the odds on life grow shorter! Eternity, remember!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_1007 written 6 August 1977
O Hush Baby Tory
O hush baby Tory, Ecology’s ‘in”,
and industry’s excess will sanction as sin, -
all enterprise, private or public, must see
advantages saving the seal and the sea.
Green power could capture the red, white, and blue,
lean hours for poor Thatcher and all of her crew, -
the Future must settle the Past’s spendthrift spree,
what kilowatts wasted, what lost energy!
Beware, though pollution once sped profits’ rise,
acid rains and dioxide now blanket the skies,
while French leave’s been taken by birds and by bees,
with AIDS round the corner, - Love’s no longer free!
With Tchernobyl cooking though four years have fled,
who knows w[h]att reaction may come to a head, -
the hole in the ozone could soon prove to be
a threat to humanity, Maggie and me!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_0167_scot3_0004 parody Sir Walter Scott Lullaby on an Infant Chief written 25 April 1990
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O Hush Thee, - Though Maybe parody Sir Walter Scott - Lullaby on an Infant Chief
O Hush Thee, - Though Maybe...
O hush thee, though maybe desires in the night
for [s]mothering lady, lewd, lovely and tight,
would make you less lonely, sweet dreams would flow free,
they’d all tell of longings precocious in thee!
O flush not the toilet for loudly it blows,
awaking the warders who guard thy repose,
their belts they’d unbuckle, bare bottoms be red,
should any young lady draw near to your bed.
Don’t blush for, sweet baby, the time may soon come
when thy sleep shall be broken by bosom and bum,
then hush thee, my darling, fake rest while you may,
till a wife takes your manhood, - then rake every day!
25 April 1990 Parody Sir Walter SCOTT – Lullaby for an Infant Chief
O Hush Thee, My Baby - Parody Sir Walter Scott
O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a Chimp,
his ancestor’s mother amoeba or shrimp,
the woods and the glens you see, once under sea,
all bear silent witness to thy history.
Fear not evolution, for progress revolves
around its lost secrets ‘til scientist solves
how toes, once extended prehensile, could free
Mankind for steps taken to end up with thee!
Soon brain implantations shall banish revolt,
dispensing with thoughts non-conformist with jolt
shocks of a nature to well guarantee
subservience set in tag RFID.
Yet brain stimulation through radio waves
may set the ball rolling for much mankind craves
as areas, dormant, awake for fresh free
with flash telepathic advancing on key.
Know privacy, freedoms, most must sacrifice
in the name of the fight for what’s Right versa vice, -
and verses like this may to posterity
be unknown in a world were none dare disagree.
‘O, hush thee, my baby, take rest while I croon,
for ‘Progress’ comes early, and Freedom too soon’
may with some liberal economy
be left standing at altar of ‘prosperity’.
Remember when troglodyte crawled from the cave
the race for survival found few misbehave, -
survival of fattest, not fittest, we see
where the few treat the many with asperity.
The climate is warning, the salt oceans rise,
this watershed cusp comes as no great surprise,
man must shed his self-shackles, a fresh entity
should spring to protect bio-diversity
to a planet whose passing point of no return –
why is it, unique, we our own bridges burn? –
the search for solutions proactive will be,
a sign, though endangered that man’s sanity
can pull from potential catastrophe global
a future progressive, and generous, noble.
If this doesn’t happen then freezer for me,
a vat cryogenic till eternity!
O hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come
when limbs won’t be needed, though don’t you look glum! –
in many millenia still there will be,
whatever your status, a personal flea...
25 April 1990 and 14 July 2006 - Parody Sir Walter SCOTT – Lullaby for an Infant Chief
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O Hush Baby Tory
O hush, baby Tory, ecology’s ‘in”,
and industry’s excess will sanction as sin, -
all enterprise, private or public, must see
advantages saving the seal and the sea.
Green power could capture the red, white, and blue,
lean hours for poor Thatcher and all of her crew, -
the Future must settle the Past’s spendthrift spree,
what kilowatts wasted, what lost energy!
Beware, though pollution once sped profits’ rise,
acid rains and dioxide now blanket the skies,
while French leave’s been taken by birds and by bees,
with AIDS round the corner, - Love’s no longer free!
With Tchernobyl cooking though four years have fled,
who knows w[h]at reaction can come to a head, -
the hole in the ozone may soon prove to be
a threat to humanity, Maggie and me!
25 April 1990
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Scott Free
Operation Hostage Release – Send Hope Soon
O hush thee my baby, and mop up that tear,
P repare not for worse, if we’re moved, the all-clear
E xpected may be for tomorrow, draw near, -
R epack your belongings, and don’t disappear!
A siren wails fretfully, transport is here
T o take us to factories which are, I fear,
I nvolved in the brewing of chemical beer, -
O hush for the foeman’s peparing a bier!
N ow hush darling baby, and dream the Emir
H as won back his palace, that the hemisphere
O nce more shall be peaceful, to pacts will adhere, -
S addam will be blown up by a bombadier!
T ake heart, my dear baby, and plan a career
A s new politician with oily veneer,
G row up disregarding the strife that you hear, -
E mbargo successful will prove – if sincere.
S o the sands that you see from our window, so drear,
R eturned once again to their ruler, my Dear,
E ver more may be settled, with a fixed frontier, -
L ike desert-sent mirage conjured by fakir.
E nsuring by Stealth, Mirage, thrashing severe,
A burning Bush wilderness Bagdad will clear,
S trike down the ‘I rack he’ sad damnèd Premier
E re he all the hostages can commandeer.
S o let this be the moral: who domineer,
E specially an arab, must first engineer
N ew weapons which work, and strong allies sincere, -
D eath waits in the wings with dice loaded, austere.
H ush thee, dearest baby, armadas appear
E n route for the Gulf and the Emirates, cheer!
L et wave upon wave brave the tank and the spear,
P reventing more blackmail in future, my Dear!
S ome hope that the Arabs can peace pioneer,
O r still that the U.N. may settlement steer, -
O n broken reeds trust never put for severe
N eeds be the disaster when bombs interfere!
20 August 1990 Parody Sir Walter SCOTT – Lullaby for an Infant Chief
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Lullaby of an Infant Chief
O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a Knight,
Thy mother a lady both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens from the tower which we see,
They all are belonging, dear baby, to thee.
O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
O, hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
Sir Walter SCOTT 1771_1832
Jonathan ROBIN
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Men State - Parody Diana MORGAN - Statement
Men State
Ladies who would break the rules
toy with boys they take as tools.
(c) Jonathan Robin - Parody written 1 December 1995
Statement
Gentlemen who are not fools
Take out girls who know the rules.
Diana MORGAN My Sex Right or Wrong: 1947
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Sheepish Bo Peep Recombined
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
and cannot tell where to find them,
splice more DNA for cloning today
with no zoning law to unwind them...
[c] Jonathan Robin Parody Bo Peep written 27 November 2008
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Barter, Bait
BARTER, BAIT
Montezuma's tomb hides treasure hold,
or dust some Spanish pride parade would spade?
Beauty, barter bait, alluring gold,
justified atrocity crusade
conquistadors concocted. Soon, slave sold,
nation fell from grace, its customs fade.
Nothing can escape Time’s stranglehold
for what remains of Cortez' cavalcade,
white plumes, bright armour, in cold grave are laid.
8 August 2007 - last two lines added 27 May 2008
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Pevolution
Pathways towards parthenogenesis
though today’s Science Fiction may seem,
tomorrow shall channel - no pen*s is
indispen[i]sable, that’s a pipe dream!
© Jonathan Robin 23 August 1991 revised 12 October 2008
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What Is, Was
WHAT IS, WAS
What is, was, what was, will be, -
The wheel turns while Time cheats
Those who'd cheat time.
5 September 1998
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Surf..fing
Should quantum froth be found to correspond
to energy renewable released
my man-maid magma sloughing off despond,
survival of the fittest's moving feast
would surge out from its sub primeval pond
through urge to merge on higher planes till, ceased,
time's tide: round robin's ride beyond beyond...
[c] Jonathan Robin written 16 June 2008
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Mooning About Pondless Mond Despond - after Li Po
Sunlight: deep doubt drawing due conclusions from drought-stricken well,
parchment parched ground, dust mounds, current evaporated, dew withdrawn, arid, fell.
Two downcast eyes tried to remember recalling fertile past's pastures.
Abandoned town counted cost of current climatic disasters.
© Jonathan Robin translation after Li Po - Li Bai - written 7 December 2008
Author notes
MOND: Neologism as in German MOND = Moon and in French MONDE = World in the context of MOON ABOUT = be apathetic, gloomy
fell: in the sense of evil
current 1: stream
current 2: today
climactic: consisting of or causing a climax
climatic: pertaining to the climate
Jing Ye Si
Moonlight, gracing the foot of the well,
Seems like frost that on the ground fell.
I raise my head to gaze upon the moon
And lower it, remembering my childhood town.
Translation Shya http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4423143
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Principles of Wisdom and Wisdom of Principles
Life links experience in skeins to solve
its crucial questions before we dissolve.
Weave principles round wisdom from within
as asset principal, discarding sin.
If cause/effect equations can evolve,
through equity verse, chapter, must begin.
(c) Jonathan Robin written 22 April 2008
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No Aberrations On Earth
NO ABERRATIONS ON EARTH
Nature knows no aberration
Only balance, evolution
Allowing life anticipation
Blowing change to new solution.
Exception to this rule is found
Regretfully in Man's mistakes,
Reaction not response profound
All sets awry: Man gives not, takes.
Time's current watershed presents
Insight on human exploitation,
Only the peril represents
Nature's vengeance, for creation
Sustained supposes self-respect
ON EARTH few choose, for most abuse unchecked.
1 September 2008
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Time Li[n]es
TIME LI[N]ES
No frontiers or no front tears -
what difference the passing years
fence from complicity a heart
which close must live light years apart
17 May 2008
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Stringing A long and short of it
Skelton
dealt on
terse taut
verse taught
strung list
tongue twist
fast rhyme
last time
[th]ink sends
wink ends
[c] Jonathan Robin 8 skeltonics written 8 June 2008
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Birthday Letter for Lucinda
Let this, your eighteenth birthday, offer you
Unique joy, and understanding’s light,
Cha[lle) nging uncertainties you might
In future face tomorrow with steps true.
New horizons open up, and through
Determination, courage, sage insight, -
All needed if you wish to win the fight
Life weighs against us joy may come. Thus to
Unknown regions venture. Much to do.
Completion still awaits, true wings for flight.
In life stay true to tenets you feel right,
Never betraying principles, virtue.
Decide to use your mind and you will find
A new world welcome, - work up from behind...
© Jonathan Robin – acrostic sonnet robi3_0593_robi3_0000 LUCINDA written 5 August 1992
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Even in Sleep
Even in sleep she seeks his finger
as if, nursing its tumescence within the palm of her hand,
she could extend the intimacy of intimacy...
© Jonathan Robin – written 10 April 2001
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Wendy’s Willy
WENDY'S WILLY
Witless waiting was Willy
while time took time to turn
round retrograde, returned rarely
to temper tensions, tenderness attain.
Will wiry Willy wilful Wendy wed
righteously rebutting riper Rita Red?
Will true-love travel towards tolerant
respect, rope ringing, refusals refusing
without worthless warring where
troubles temperamental tempers torment?
Wicked whirlwind warning written with
tornado twisters topsy-turvy turning
wistful witness wanting Wendy’s Willy wedding
wondering whether windy weather water washes
Willy.../...
10 September 2001
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Hell
Hell
Hell is where
flower fair
is pictured
in pitcher
rather
than in the
arms of our
Earth mother.
Finer
free from fear
© Jonathan Robin 4 January 1970
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Guiled Fleece
Guiled Fleece
Forsaking the Bourse
That falls in the Spring,
The Bulls take stock, -
They must [l]earn to live
in a land without rallies
© Jonathan Robin parody Lady ISE written 20 July 2001
Wild Geese
Forsaking the mists
that rise in the Spring,
wild geese fly off,
they have learned to live
in a land without flowers.
Lady ISE 10th. Century
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April May June Duly Appear August
Another day spins round, another moon
Plies silver gossamer surprise profound.
Rebounding droplets of spaced spring too soon
In Lethe's stream eternity resound.
Life drips despondently, some say, tear drowned.
As April breasts Spring's crest, as lovers spoon,
Perceive leaf, bud and bowls' rich garb fresh found,
Rainbow bridge 'twixt mad March, warm May, June.
Imagination's tendrils intertwine,
Leap out from Winter's protective cocoon,
And span star-spangled sky, lands fertilize,
PRepare the ground for future harvest wine.
..If Truth be Beauty, April offers boon,
..Links seasons' sparkle, Life reflects, replies.
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet APRIL written 13 April 2008 - see To Tint Mad March with Tenderness of June
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Requiem I - Parody Robert Louis STEVENSON - Requiem
Through the artificial flowers
let me slide when all my powers
have passed as pass man’s mortal hours,
and let me burn.
Spurn graven verses for my head,
spade not the body laid, instead,
as I’ll no longer look ahead
book me no urn.
© Jonathan Robin – written 2 December 1995 Parody Robert Louis STEVENSON - Requiem for alternative version see below
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Requiem II
From life's dark, unwholesome cage
where love frets, siege raised in rage,
set free who sad lived, glad the page
turns uniting night to day.
Crave no rave elegy to test
verse prowess, - without protest
here actor lies in heart arrest
retractions over his clay.
© Jonathan Robin – written 2 December 1995 Parody Robert Louis STEVENSON - Requiem revised 25 December 2009
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Requiem II
In a dark, unwholesome cage
let me fret and seethe in rage,
sadly I’ve lived and glad the page
turns uniting night and day.
Rave no crude elegy to test
verse prowess, - without protest
here lies life’s actor under arrest
with a tractor over his clay.
© Jonathan Robin – Parody written 2 December 1995 Parody Robert Louis STEVENSON - Requiem
Requiem
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me
Here he lies where he long’d to be
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Robert Louis Stevenson 1850 - 1894
Requiem
Under the free and open sky,
There let me rest, nor breathe a sigh, -
Gladly I’ve lived, and gladly I’ll lie,
Content by night and day.
Grave no rude tombstone to mark my rest;
But deep in your soul may you say with zest;
“Here is the Seeker after his Quest,
And the Actor after the Play.”
Hamish Mann 1896 – 1917 A Subaltern’s Musings: 1918
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