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Empowerment

Times of trouble sponge solutions new,
Insight inks page which once seemed whitewash blank.
Grief is patient. Joy greets the dawn to thank
Hope for fresh sparks where all once seemed askew.
The challenge unchains energy that through
Creative actions borrow from the bank
Of inner strength, experiences drank
Retained in brain, regurgitate on cue -
New inklings spliced with instincts tried and true.
Errors past forge future force if frank,
Reproachless one remains, nor closed, nor crank.
Sincerity succeeds if luck smiles too.
Turned, tight corners open vistas which
Empower options sure solutions stitch.

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acrostic sonnet - Tight Corners Turned Empower for previous version see below

Tight Corners

Times of trouble sponge solutions new,
Inklings spring up, ink in what seemed blank.
Grief is patient, joy greets the dawn to thank
Hope for fresh sparks where all appeared askew.
The challenge unchains energy which through
Creative insight borrows from the bank
Of inner strenght and knowled which, once drank,
Retained within the brain was, then, on cue,
New-born did blossom: instinct tried and true.
Errors past forge future force if frank,
Reproachless one remains, and not a crank.
Sincerity succeeds if luck smiles too.
Tight corners prove the mettle of the soul,
Cast off all doubts, rewards you’ll reap, not dole.

20 August 1992

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tight Corners Turned Empower

Times of trouble sponge solutions new,
Intuition inks in what seemed blank.
Grief is patient. Joy greets the dawn to thank
Hope for fresh sparks where all appeared askew.
The challenge unchains energy which through
Creative insight borrows from of the bank
Of inner strength, experience one once drank,
Retained within the brain, respewed on cue,
New inklings spliced with instincts tried and true.
Errors past forge futre force if frank,
Reproachless one stays, not destructive crank.
Sincerity succeeds if luck smiles too.
Turned, tight corners open vistas which
Empower options which advances stitch.

(20 August 1992 /acrostic sonnet - Tight Corners Turned Empower)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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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...

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Mist Dismissed

Hope rune reads, deeds renew
true vision reaching through
mist myths, tunes time and place
outside imposed curfew,
restraints which block clear view,
discovers overview,
serenity and space.

Vast vista orange, blue
surpasses déjà vu,
deeds jaded joy erase.
Through intuition's clue
few challenge, none conspue,
line draw, find answers to
empower state of grace.

'Unto oneself stay true! '
flows naturally, on cue,
when 'Brave New World' we face.
Temptations one must rue,
defy, deny, subdue,
prepare just rendezvous
from Kent to Katmandu,
tomorrow's freedoms trace.

To fill hole darkness drew,
advance, direction new
seeds need to tap fresh base,
set doubts behind, review
trust in insight's flight. Who
would counter fate should do
what's needed to replace

uncertainties askew
crass ignorance which grew
through hesitance, disgrace.
Bid bluff, defeat, adieu
let principles, virtue,
encourage fresh debuts
eschewing actions base.

Dark phase ends, one, free, starts, hope turns to find
spark gaze sends sun, heart charts scope, learns true mind

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Houghton's Bank

HOUGHTON'S BANK

Herd instinct wannabes beg bridge funds, but
Often, spendthrift, find requests for loans
Unsecured denied. Bank makes no bones
Grabbing from those who’d raise themselves from rut,
Hand extended, scored, endures deep cut,
Turns topsy-turvy projects, risk condones,
Obstructing time-vault access with crisp tones,
Neat writing on the wall cites scuttlebutt.
Banking’s a profession where the gut
Active role takes, stakes past winners, drones
Need putting in their place. Prudence postpones
Knackers’ needs, weeds, tightens screw, bolt and nut.
However write-offs rise as profits fall,
Because tight guidelines can’t encompass all.

13 July 1992 revised 2 January 2009
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Houghton's Bank

Here many beg to borrow money but
Offer scant security, their loans
Unjustly are denied and dialling tones
Grow silent, windows shuttered, when door’s shut.
Helping hand where proferred takes deep cut.
Trips many projects while it waste condones,
Opens not the time-vault, makes no bones
Nor panders to the poor trapped in their rut.
Banking’s a profession where the gut
A role should play to back the winner, drones
Need putting in their place, and thus new loans
Keep screw vice tight with prudent bolt and nut.
However, write-offs rise as profits fall,
Because tight guidelines can’t encompass all...

13 July 1992

poem by Jonathan Robin
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From Ink to Inklings

FROM INK TO INKLINGS

From ink to inklings visions flow
to stitch life's tapestry and sow
seeds which obscurity reject
as search for light owes slight respect
to monochromes which seldom show
more than man thinks he needs to know
or throw as viewpoint to reject
the inklings others' inks project.
So when one writes on rags to glow
upon a screen ensure thoughts throw
no jealous shadow yet protect
true principles few should forget.
Concluding couplet signs a smile
to mystic storm's intense sense style.

© Jonathan Robin sonnet written 27 December 2006
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Ink Links Inklings

Ink from inklings flows
weaving tapestry,
understanding grows,
rejecting falsity.

Monochromatic glow’s
innate harmony
kaleidoscopic shows
serendipity.

Image imago
instantaneously
enlightenment bestows,
imagination free.

Impressions’ unity
scorns ambiguity.

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Ink Links Inklings

INK LINKS INKLINGS

Ink from inklings flows
weaving tapestry,
understanding grows,
rejecting falsity.

Monochromatic glow’s
innate harmony
kaleidoscopic shows
serendipity.

Image imago
instantaneously
enlightenment bestows,
imagination free.

Impressions’ unity
scorns ambiguity.

See also:
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Separation Soon

Stage stage succeeds to sunder what
Evolved together for a while.
Page follows page until forgot
Are smiles that once caught sunny smile.
Rage follows rage, one cold, one hot,
As end awaits a stressful trial -
Trouble bursting bubble plot -
Intense unwinds to reconcile
One to one’s lot unties love's knot.
No balm spleen calms - scene volatile
Sheds shaky sighs for baby's cot,
Or sight of Spring forget-me-not.
One rage encaged until old age
No pages leaves for sot or sage.

Note: There is an internal acrostic that may be read in taking either the 11th or 12th letter of each line to read Separation’s Page or … Rage

Separation Soon

S tage stage succeeds to sunder what
E volved together for a while.
P age follows page until forgot
A re smiles that once caught sunny smile.
R age follows rage, one cold, one hot,
A s end awaits a stressful trial -
T rouble bursting bubble plot -
I ntense unwinds to reconcile
O ne to one’s lot unties love's knot.
N o balm spleen calms - scene volatile
S heds shaky sighs for baby's cot,
O r sight of Spring forget-me-not.
O ne cage cage follows till old age
N o options leaves for sot or sage.

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Fresh Dimensions

Magic passion lifts aloft life’s song,
as love's light flexes butterfly-bright wings,
unchains hope's scope, reclaims aims' heartfelt rings,
dreams forward stream, finds feelings fair and strong.
Enigmas are resolved - false right, true wrong -
curb rash rush to judgement, insight brings
on innate understanding, softly sings
revealing fresh dimensions where “belong”
real empathy may entertain, prolong.
Invite proactive flight free from kite strings,
exile Time’s agression, salve past stings -
response sees through all torture-mirage tongs
attains new plane where each from each learns much,
spins sentiments meant to enhance shared touch.

10 June 2006 revised 18 May 2008 for previous version see below

Breathless passion lifts aloft life’s song,
Existence flexes butterfly-bright wings,
Leads to true aims attained, - unchained heart rings
Ideal dream’s forward stream, finds feelings strong.
No preconceptions air false right, true wrong,
Dare rush to judgement, for fresh insight brings
An innate understanding as scope sings
Boundless expansion where the word “belong”
Empathy may entertain, prolong.
Leave Time’s agression, all unpleasant stings,
Invite proactive flight free from kite strings.
New doors lead into sharing far from nong!
Draw inspiration to enhance and cheer
A reach where each from each learns vision clear.

10 June 2006

Fresh Dimensions Poem © Jonathan Robin

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Wor[l]d Discovery

Welcome is each word, a concept new
Offered to the child as instrument,
Recalled in parrot-fashion first, then bent,
Linking thoughts to actions right on cue.
Daily discovery fashions foresight through
Discernment, understanding of what’s meant
In life to speed the learning element.
Slowly first, then faster, puzzled clue
Cements creative insight to pursue
Open vistas. Patterns form, present
Versions kaleidoscopic, different
Echoes combine to set coherent glue.
Reading, writing, - ideas interlink
Year after year: - ‘I am, therefore I think.’

(20 September 1992/acrostic World Discovery)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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My Dark

Why do I always seek the dark?
The nice wholesome dark
Never judging; never caring
Self helping dark

The dark corners of my life
These corners are my life
Where ever I go I seek
These dark corners; my corners

They make me feel secure
Feel wanted; surrounded
At peace
Like the rest of the world is gone

Why must I use the dark?
Where do these issues come from?
Where does this sorrow come from?
Why can’t I have answers?

I need these dark corners
They are so reassuring
Their echoes speak to me; they don’t mock me
They are my dark safe corners

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Countdown

Countdown begun, one way, no leeway where
One can reverse time’s wave to save the day.
Useless to look for aid. Hopes fade, links fray.
No energy remains, there’s none to spare
To challenge fate, anticipate, prepare
Dynamic options, open interplay.
Only stray souvenirs of heyday far away
Which weigh - nostalgia validates despair.
No space to trace another future where,
Bets placed win race, no need to piper pay.
Errors, time squandered come to roost today.
Grey before, behind, mind unaware.
Uneasy lies the frown that bares barred head
No light, no flight, and no delight ahead...

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How do I parody? after Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XLIII How do I love thee?

How Do I Parody?

How true I parody! Let me count the ways.
I parody in depth, taste copy paste insight
My mind can reach into your writing quite
Through APing Ways and Means, through rhyme’s mainstays.
I parody to the level of everyday's
post hosting feed, by sun, electric light.
In vers libres freely, sonnet set to right;
I pastiche purely, rarely spurning praise.
Reparody with passion put to use
through griefs, beliefs, rehearsed, though wanting faith.
I parody love’s theme, who dreams accuse.
Newfangled paints b[l]end colour bending brea[d]th,
Smiles, tears, [p]rune poem’s life! - and, if judge choose,
gold goblets garner, googled after death.

Parody Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XLIII How Do I Love Thee

12 February 2007 revised 10 June 2008 and 30 September 2009
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How do I Parody?

How do I parody? Let me count the ways.
I parody in depth, with taste and with insight,
my mind may reach into your writing quite
through APing Ways and Means, through rhyme’s mainstays.
I parody to the level of everyday's
intimate grace, by sun, electric light.
in vers libres freely, sonnet set to right.
I pastiche purely, rarely turn from Praise,
reparody with passion put to use
through your old griefs, beliefs, though wanting faith.
I parody with love I’d never lose,
use paints newfangled, shading E.B.B.ing breath,
still showing your life's smiles, tears, for, should judge choose,
my golden goblet fame lives loved past death.

Parody Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XLIII How Do I Love Thee
[c] Jonathan Robin - 2 February 2007 revised 10 June 2008 robi3_1611_brow7_0001 PSX_IXX for previous version see below
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Parody Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XLIII How Do I Love Thee
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Sonnet XLIII

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elisabeth Barrett BROWNING 1806_1861

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Cool Breeze

Cool breeze and fresh air,
Give comfort and raise hair,
Body relaxed and sound sleep,
Novel ideas and insight to peep,

What a gift from nature,
Fresh impetus with ideas to nurture,
Leaving behind past and think of future,
Fresh page of life with beautiful signature,

Never to loose heart or courage,
It is nature’s gift or message,
New avenues and new passage,
Bad memories but feelings assuage,

World doesn’t end with end of day,
Spring almost there in month of May,
Never close door for future say,
Who knows ship may come at bay,

After all future is bunch of hopes,
Great heights with steep slopes,
Even walking on tight ropes,
Nature is key to secret codes,

Learn to live with eyes around,
New things always nearly found,
Fresh wind raises beautiful sound,
Fragrance sweet from parallel ground

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Resolved Like Moves In Chess

a stress issue
can be resolved
like moves in chess

same with some problems
same with life problems
discuss as issues merits

offer a few options
we know within ourselves
not only the best solutions

but cop out solutions
half baked solutions
who chooses real solutions?

we could use the phrase
man up and bit the bullet
or chill let problems flow over us?

sometimes
doing nothing
is as bad or worse

than making a mistake
but with a little reflection
you can resolve your stress issues

identify sources
your real desired outcomes
suffer consequences or reap rewards?

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Symbols to Song - Poets try Poetry

Poems channel syllables to song,
Opening wing valvelets which control
Each heart-string signals pulse neuronic, goal
Towards brain's keep sweep leaps synaptic throng.
Symbols swift deciphered can prolong
Triggered sensations subtle, coaxing coal
Red hot, to fiery fission, which keen soul
Yearns skeined yarns, hearts' heat, hopes fulfilling. Gong
Propagates through tympan tuning tong,
Outpours emotions. Poets share fair goal,
Expanding inklings into vision whole,
To catalyze communion, spirits strong.
Rest not upon old laurels, let fresh bays
Your spirit stir to set cold fires ablaze.

acrostic sonnet Poets Try Poetry
26 April 1990 revised 22 September 2008 ans 8 January 2012
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Poems channel syllables to song,
Opening wing valvelets which control
Each heart-string, pulse neuronic signals, bowl
Towards brain's keep, with leaps synaptic, strong.
Symbols are deciphered to prolong
Trigger sensations shimmer subtle, coal
Red hot, in fiery fission, which the soul
Yearns with more heat to fill. Think how a gong
Propagates through ear gates - tuning tong
Outpours emotions. Poets have a goal,
Expanding inklings into vision whole,
To catalyze communion, calm wrong.
Rest not upon old laurels, let fresh bays
Your spirit stir to set cold fires ablaze.

acrostic sonnet Poets Try Poetry
26 April 1990 revised 22 September 2008
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Symbols to Song - Poets try Poetry

P oems channel syllables to song,
O pening the valvelets which control
E ach heart-string, pulsing messages which bowl
T owards brain keep, with leaps synaptic, strong.
S ymbols are deciphered to prolong
T riggered sensations shimmering as coal
R ed hot, in fiery fission, which the soul
Y earns with more heat to fill. Think how a gong
P ropagates through ear gates, - tuning tong, -
O utpoured emotions. Poets have a goal,
E xpanding inklings into vision whole,
T o share the soul’s communion, mend wrong.
R est never on old laurels, let the bays
Y our spirit stir, to set cold fires ablaze...

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Ars Poetica

Some from within, some from without,
without a doubt set to,
as soul-song spins tale which begins
to flow, grow, glow. Thereto
through weaving in and weeding out
touch base with Nature, cue
time, place, as twins defeat and wins
ignored are through and through.
No need to shout, run roundabout,
use artificial glue,
scribe’s violin tunes, underpins,
technique as heart rings true.
Sensations scout, don’t beat about
the bush, tout false virtue,
The poet’s string must second skin
become, ne’er dumb, askew.

Words work their way by night and day
from phases past, to light
through threads at play that more threads lay,
reeled phrases feed fresh flight.

(30 March 2005 revised 9 June 2007 and 1 February 2012)
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Poetics

Some from within some from without
without a doubt flow true
as soul-song spins tale which begins
to grow, and then glows too
through weaving in and weeding out -
touch intuitions know
from phases past so phrases last
through threads which more threads sow...

(30 March 2005)

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Deux Routes: des routes et des déroutes

DEUX ROUTES

Two roads appear here, one to errors past
Will lead whatever speed her journey takes
Open options t'other, old mistakes
Role reversed through interaction fast
Offering fair freedom to forecast
Active advance freewill in conscience makes.
Destiny must favour mind which wakes
Sensitive to others, self, at last
Allowing future fortunate, feast fast
With welcome banquet may replace. Hope breaks
All walls as palls are lifted, bread AND cakes
Ideal on menu offer fine repast.
The choice: rejoice/refuse luck's olive sprig,
EDge lose or choose free voice, joy's whirligig.

Acrostic Sonnet TWO ROADS AWAITED
10 January 2009
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notes
French Title Translation:
Two options - on roads and on defeats

bread AND cakes: See Marie Antoinette when informed that the people were revolting, demanding bread because of starvation she replied: 'Let them eat cake'

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Page and Pageant

Page, pageant, dreams veil daily quail trail tale.
Advancing age culls w[r]inkled p[r]awns, the Gods
Gain one by one life's pieces till dank sods
Enwrap what, carefree once, aped beauty hale.
Another well earned ‘bust’! Who strong were, [f[r]]ail
Now lie forgotten for Time's ruthless odds
D[r]own [fl]out all memory. Man's born, his nods
Prevail threescore before [str]etched powers fail
As one more stem beneath the thresher's flail,
Gathered in, is merged with claymate clods.
Each eager starts the day, home weary plods
As night light swallows, chaff before the gale.
NIRVANA's spell is scuttled in VAIN RAN
Thief Time’s [d]ice reef brief grief leaf life of Man.

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Rise Through Regrets

This jaded world from role reversal reels,
Harsh judgement passes on deceptions deep.
Exit by bear pursued few locks will keep -
Door closed and shuttered windows soon reveals
Only introspection spirit seals
On dust of love’s rejection which can't weep.
Remorseless fate exacts a price too steep.
Rise through regrets, for surface storm conceals
Events which Cause/Effect invents, spins wheels
Mind's reasons, blind, may challenge, worries sweep,
Offering chance advance, to help heart reap
Victory and tune to future's peal.
Edition new heals smart, stamps vis[t]a’s start.
Dream themes unreels, hope's schemes successful chart.

This world above from role reversing reels,
Harsh judgement passes on deceptions deep.
Exit by bear pursued few locks will keep -
Door closed and shuttered windows soon reveals
Only introspection which must weep
On dust of love’s rejection past. We feel
Remorseless fate exacts a price too steep.
Rise through regrets which may disguise surprise
Events which Cause/Effect invents to try
Most patience, represent in other guise
Other guy’s advance to Chance defy.
Vain complaint when heart new part may chart,
EDition true heals smart, stamps vis[t]a’s fresher start.

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Hope Unresigned

HOPE UNRESIGNED

Who blindly dates oft poorly mates when mind
succumbs to madness, boredom, challenge vain,
among profanum vulgus seeks again?
Better far to wait, hope unresigned,
until that karmic date when, unconfined
emancipation sweeps doubts which remain
erasing all - false phrase, frustration, pain.
These fade away as sharing, underlined
by selflessness, implicit trust, touch kind,
replacing doubt with tenderness’ true reign.
Where ignorance turns nightmare why complain
when repeated errors grate? Love's blind!
Breast timeless waves until safe harbour's signed
in berth, rebirth, where happiness won't wane.

Stop clocks, no fox, no rabbit, goal, nor ploy,
From rocks redeemed, unlock soul's door for joy.

18 June 2007
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Hope Unresigned poem (c) Jonathan Robin

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Birthday Letter for Lucinda

Mist Dismissed

Houghton's Bank

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Ink Links Inklings

Separation Soon

Fresh Dimensions

Wor[l]d Discovery

My Dark

Countdown

How do I parody? after Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XLIII How do I love thee?

Cool Breeze

Resolved Like Moves In Chess

Symbols to Song - Poets try Poetry

Ars Poetica

Deux Routes: des routes et des déroutes

Page and Pageant

Rise Through Regrets

Hope Unresigned

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