Enlightenment
ENLIGHTENMENT
Wonder revolves word
whirlwind of change resolving
s[tr]a[n]ge conundrums stirred
s[tr]a[n]ge = sang strange sage stage an age range rang
4 April 2005 revised 3 January 2009
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Enlightenment
Wind whirls wonder word
beyond deaf and resolve, solves
all conundrums stirred...
12 April 2005
Enlightenment poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Spirit Spits Pits
[S]tale smoke,
Pale bloke,
I‘m broke,
Rum coke
In poke
Time’s joke …
So Croak!
13 April 2005 revised 28 March 2009 robi3_1201_robi3_0000 XXX_DJZ
Previous title Cost of Dying – for previous version see below
Cost of Sin
Stale smoke,
I’m broke,
No joke.
13 April 2005 robi3_1201_robi3_0000 AWX_DJZ
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Enlightenment
Chop that wood
Carry water
Whats the sound of one hand clapping
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Every second, every minute
It keeps changing to something different
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
It says its non attachment
Non attachment. non attachment
Im in the here and now, and Im meditating
And still Im suffering but thats my problem
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Wake up
Enlightenment says the world is nothing
Nothing but a dream, everythings an illusion
And nothing is real
Good or bad baby
You can change it anyway you want
You can rearrange it
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Chop that wood
And carry water
Whats the sound of one hand clapping
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
All around baby. you can see
Youre making your own reality. everyday because
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
One more time
Enlightenment. dont know what it is
Its up to you
Enlightenment. dont know what it is
Its up to you everyday
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Its always up to you
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Its up to you, the way you think
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Elighten And Enlightenment
something disturbs
me about the verb
to enlighten and the
word
enlightenment:
as a kid,
-i mean when i was, ....
sometimes I am.... childish and
and unworried irresponsible....party no party gay...-
being enlightened
had to have
some connection with light...
the sun of the day's light,
the candle's light by night,
someone flashes light into your face with force,
or
someone deprive you from light so you can see it
better...
as a kid
light and enlightenment
were two identical twins....
it took me
years....
i mean decades....to figure out that
being enlightened
has nothing to do with light
(any form of photonic, electric-magnet, hi frequency vibration, and strings energy....)
a touch is is an enlightenment,
being disturbed is an enlightenment,
freeing you chest is one of the greatest personal discovery....
being nice is an enlightenment...
being a prince-
....high rank, no starts, multi-galaxies explorer, self earned respect-
being a f-Uker in a good way...i Woman's energy sucker....
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Chirp
Budding storms frighten
foetal petal waiting sun,
sparrows' chirps brighten
Sweeping storm frightens
foetal petal waiting sun, -
Sparrow’s chirp brightens...
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(12 April 2005 alternative version above 28 January 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Muse
Will you ever chance to meet
someone who’s as soft and sweet
as the fair form who I greet
on and off - my mistress meet!
14 January 1975 revised 3 May 2005 robi3_0035
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Muse
Will you ever chance to meet
someone who’s as soft and sweet
as the fair form who I greet
every day, my wife so neat!
14 January 1975
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sudden Enlightenment after BUSON Yosa no
SUDDEN ENLIGHTENMENT
Cecity stumbled
stick through moonlight shaft tumbled
on me and laughed
7 March 1975 revised 28 December 2008 robi03_0043_buso01_0001 PHT_JXX
after BUSON Yosa no 1716_1784
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SUDDEN ENLIGHTENMENT
A blind man groping
through a brilliant shaft of moonlight, stumbled
into me - and laughed!
translator unknown
BUSON Yosa no 1716_1784
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Play in Words
PLAY IN WORDS
Work short
long face
actless
artless
actress
stops short
song trace
10 April 2005
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Play in Words poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Taste Life's Perfume with incense kindled at the Muse's flame - Modus Vivendi
Mind bright is masked by magic, vibrant charm,
awareness keen seeks change of scene, sea change.
Unique potential seeds extensive range,
dreams space, needs time, autonomy, finds calm
extracting from life's vigour soothing balm.
Modus vivendi ventures, tests exchange,
authenticity attains, where naught seems strange,
undaunted by life's challenges, spurns qualms,
detects through radar all who might do harm
eliminating those unworthy who
mock trust, too often are unable to
add without taking more, threats to disarm.
Undeterred, rise 'far from madding crowd'
determine choice, voice deepest thoughts aloud.
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 16 April 2008 revised 20 May 2008 for previous version see below
'Maude Us Vivendi'
Magic smile masks mind behind the charm
Always aware, observant, seeking change.
Unique talents need extensive range
Dream of space, autonomy and calm
Extracting from life's vigour soothing balm.
Modus vivendi often finds it strange
As few attain an authentic exchange.
Undaunted, though, her intuition's arm
Detects by radar all who might do harm
Eliminating those unworthy who
Mock trust, and often are unable to
Add without taking more. These she'd disarm
Undeterred, far from the crowd she'd rise
DEtermined to win through to joyous skies...
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 16 April 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Suspendancy
Suspendancy
Pendant pictures often hang askew
as if, personnified, they knew
most artists’ channelled tunnel view
is t[a]inted travesty seen through
perspectives missing rendez-vous
currrent observers’ key into.
Art is becoming ambigu,
bears tenuous relation to
contemporary contexts – true
and false corkscrew as red, green, blue,
suffice no longer, out of cue
compared to wave-length capture new
afforded by enhanced retinal cones
to ultra-violet spectrum sensor zones
22 April 1978 revised 11 March 2009 robi3_0154_robi3_0000
previously entitled Painted Pictures for previous version see below
Suspendancy_19780422_Pendant pictures often hang askew ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi3_0154_robi3_0000 SXX_MXX
ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi3_0154_robi3_0000 SXX_MXX Suspendancy_Pendant pictures often hang askew
Painted Pictures
Painted pictures, pendant, all-askew: -
as if their absent owners somehow knew
that every artist’s airy-fairy view
is but a t[a]inted travesty! - Untrue?
22 April 1978
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Standing Out for the Outstanding
An hour, pretty flower, I’m agreed for,
a night, what delight beyond dreams!
a week would be bliss I would bleed for,
a month might be magic, it seems.
But a year, Dear, is more than I’d plead for,
though the hope for osmosis still gleams:
for longer, - as yet I’m not keyed for
although Love bright and bravely now beams.
to capture each rapture and encore,
if encore there be - how Time streams! -
and if I be THE one you would breed for
why not tarry a tide, b[r]ide as teams?
(Initial poem previous title A_Greed 5 June 1992 © Jonathan ROBIN
Parody revised 4 May 2005 as collaborative ring 43 contributions)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Flights of Fancy - Acrostic Sonnet
For generations, since prehistory,
Life rising symbolised the soul’s redemption.
In flights of fancy all religions mention
Gesture rites to set bright spirit free.
‘Here’ and ‘now’ mean little. Ecstasy
Takes man’s kaa beyond mundane convention
Seeking enlightenment where apprehension
Or instinct’s fears, dissolves, and where ‘to be’
For once is not an empty phrase. ‘To see’
For once may stand for inner comprehension,
Adds up to enlightenment’s obtention –
Never can be gift hereditary.
Create within your mind that freedom where
Your soul discovers flightpath through the air...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Poetics
Some from within some from without
without a doubt flow true
as soul-song spins tale which begins
to glow, then grows anew.
Through weaving in and weeding out -
touch intuitions cue -
from phases past fair phrases spin
through threads which more threads brew.
Thus in and out and round about
rhyme climbs as curlicue
expands ideas, wins interest in
both content, form, will woo
the readers who fresh insights scout
both options chosen, those fates glue,
into life's sins, its losses, wins,
would revelation view.
© Jonathan Robin – robi3_0778 written 30 March 2005 revised 20070619 and 20081112 for previous version see below
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...
© Jonathan Robin – written 30 March 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Black Ground Background
Dissatisfaction,
displease, unease, freeze, frieze for
fatal attraction...
(9 April 2005 robi03_1176_robi03_0000 HXX_LXX)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Courbe Bête ou Courbette?
I'm
sublime
chime
rhyme
climb
Prim e
Time
dime
grime
slime
13 April 2005 robi3_1200_robi3_0000 QWX_DJZ
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Janine
JANINE
Joy's Janine, sovereign Queen,
is sitting unwittingly, caught between
time and timelessness, sans spleen.
Softness shines from silent scene
such as, had I true artist been,
from canvas onto online screen,
all might glimpse peerlessness serene.
She'd e'en cause pristine saints to dream
on paragon, fair figurine,
on team-theme evergreen.
13 April 1975 revised 23 April 2010
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Janine
E’en
Janine
sov’reign Queen,
in beige, brown, green
in silence is seen
sitting. Such a soft scene
as, had I an artist been,
from palette to fair picturene
I would, I ween, cause e’en the saints to dream.
13 April 1975
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Dis Solution Dissipation
Weighted with darkness of impending doom
each waits alone, alike to friend and foe
as deaf as stone, as heedless of each blow.
Who cares what curtains drape eternal gloom?
No will, however strong, when death will loom,
pride vaunts oblivious to oblivion's slow
approaching icy grip from tip to toe -
as though dissolving essence could make room
for Hope at Act’s end. Wormcast catacomb,
Life’s dust dispersal tomb rehearsal show
is headlong blown along Time’s one way flow,
tomorrow naught can conjure from Past's womb.
From darkness stark may flesh fresh flake again,
unfettered spark, from wake wake, cry_oh_gain! ?
© Jonathan Robin – sonnet robi3_0612 written 17 January 2001 revised 11 April 2008
previous title - Into Dust Dissolve
cry_oh_gain... cryogen
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Po-antic Place Arose
PO-ANTIC PLACE AROSE
An anglo-saxon author, artist, ace
Poet prominent proposes prose,
Anthology angelic and, apace,
Posts popular poem, power, poise, pose,
Anthem adds alliteration aggrace.
19 April 2005
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Whirling Wheels of Change
All changes at each station stop,
as some jump on, off others hop.
A few with you the journey spend
from the beginning to the end.
Some with the wind spin as a top
when tables turn then off they drop.
Some hand in hand take arms, defend
your cause, and, tender, heartache mend.
Acquaintances along the way
appear, uncertain is their stay,
for there are some who one short day
take time, make trouble, before they
all hospitality gainsay,
leave empty promises of May.
”long cool sequestered way” we wend
each day, - though few may count as friend
how precious each, no need to sop
when reciprocity won’t stop.
The train of life rounds one last bend,
it is your own turn to descend.
As Charon ploughs another crop
someone else must mind the shop...
© Jonathan ROBIN Poem written 12 December 1974 & 12 April 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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We Live, Borrow, Die
We mooch from Time which holds our souls in fee,
Each second stretches short, few make ends meet,
Lies most greet with more lies, man's span spins fleet
In wayward venture, tenure scans Fate's see.
Voice for choice can't stall Eternity,
End sighted, bold goals slighted, none Chance cheat,
Born just to fizzle, phut, bust, worm in wheat,
Our die's cry's fast cast on life's heedless sea.
Responses weak in sect some seek, fear free,
Reviving karma some rewards seek sweet,
On some hearts falls fell drawbridge, self-deceit
Where cause, effect are twisted out of key.
DIne, flask from empty cask drain, desert strip
Echoes ignores, core's terminus: - vain t[r]ip.
15 April 2005 revised 12 January 2010
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WE LIVE, BORROW, DIE
W e live on Time which holds itself in fee,
E ach second stretches short, few dare stars greet.
L ies man meets with more lies, his span spins fleet
I n wayward venture, tenure scans Fate's see.
V oice for choice can't stall Eternity,
E nd sighted, aims are slighted, none Chance cheat,
B orn but to fizzle, phut, with worm in wheat,
O ur die's fast cast upon life's swirling sea.
R esponses weak in sects some seek, fear free,
R eviving karma some rewards seek sweet,
O n some hearts falls fell drawbridge of deceit
W here cause, effect are twisted out of key.
DI ne, fed, drain flask, ask bread, by desert strip
E cho empty, terminus, vain trip.
15 April 2005
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Acrostic Sonnet - WE LIVE, BORROW, DIE
© Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Clocking In
CLOCKING IN
CLOCKING IN
Are clocks recording time and tide
alone to measure difference?
Do biorythms coincide
between two souls? do they divide?
Front_tears, faint sitting on the fence,
too often sunder when inside
at odds with outside masks pretence.
Where minds unite crunched clock relents,
where'er they fight, punched clock laments,
where peace at heart is shared abide
complementary developments,
rich trust which rings true tested, tried.
Whose shelter's backed by barricade
of self stays far too much afraid.
9 January 2009 revised 11 March 2010
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9 January 2009
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Clocking In Poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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