Fresh Perceptions
Though formal verse depends in part
upon what flows before, the mind
weaves new waft on old weft to bind
a unique imprint when hand, heart,
through sense decyphered may impart
fresh perceptions to unwind
conundrums which most readers find
to inaccessible to chart.
Love of language tears apart
formality, digs deep behind
the lines to draw conclusions signed
in images which ever start
to sketch horizons infinite.
Quest’s laurels rest with insight bright.
3 December 2007
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Heart to Heart though Far Apart
Inspired by sparkle sent by smile which charms
revealed are sadness, joy - each in each other's arms.
A joy: because one presence warms true heart.
In sadness since two seem too far apart.
Net gain for all: that which both minds disarms
extends, shows neither needs seek other balms.
Ever is the quest for counterpart
Nature's way, uniting yin-yang part,
interweaving warp weft web as palms
are thread together, - those once singed find psalms
responding through emotion's spectrum chart.
Infinities in resonance impart
the light that second sight transmits to all -
those who, once closed, may open, heed shared call.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Hopeful Hearts 1884
Heart to heart, near, far apart
Oasis sharing empathy
Page follows page where shared hopes chart
Encouragement and sympathy.
Heart to heart, each day fresh start
Open door with no holds barred,
Phase follows phase, praise Cupid's dart
Eyes find in eyes completion starred.
Heart to heart may love impart
Offer understanding which
Plays dream supreme, part melts in part
Exchange dynamic, change, range rich.
(4 April 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Love is a bitter thing
Love is a bitter thing
that cuts nastily,
Through my heart.
Too many beautiful things
still lies too spring fresh,
between you and me
for love to end by itself.
I do not know what to do
to stop love from disappearing somewhere
between yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Every time that you are with me
I know that things between us,
are still sparkling alive.
The things between the lines in each conversation,
your body language and your fingers that draw lines
through my hair,
betrays what lies hidden deep in your heart.
It does not make sense that you want it dead
and your words say that it is past,
but still you want to be with me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Then What?
When two no longer share from day to day
love set to span eternal rainbow years,
encounter prematurely hell's harsh way
when, unprepared, warmth wanes in winter’s tears,
when morn lights up wan mourning heart apart,
when cold creeps irrespective of bright ray,
when what was wed is sudden torn apart,
when was was said can’t be explained away,
when Past’s outcast, when there’s no second start,
when all horizons darken into one,
when time’s conveyed on sodden tumbrel cart,
warp weft reft patterns warped, thread dead, undone,
when, where two played, one, sad, remains, cheeks grey -
what then … when there is nothing more to say?
27 September 1996 revised 3 December 2008 and 22 April 2009
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Then What?
When two no longer share from day to day
love that should have spanned the rainbow of the years,
prepared hell prematurely in their way,
as when warmth meets with Winter’s frosty tears,
when dawn lights up a mourning heart apart,
when cold creeps up regardless of bright ray,
when what was wed is sudden torn apart,
when was was said can’t be explained away,
when Past’s outcast, when there’s no second start,
when all horizons darken into one,
when time’s conveyed upon a tumbril cart,
when warp and weft and pattern are undone,
when where two played but one remains, cheeks grey, -
what then, … when there is nothing more to say?
27 September 1996
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Incite Insight
INCITE INSIGHT
Can candlelight melt icy start,
incandescence stem descent,
incite renaissance, shared assent
discovering dream's counterpart?
May heart to heart though far apart
heartache soothe to circumvent
walls beyond walls which represent
apparent obstacles - impart
ardour surpassing Richter chart,
gift elan confident, lament
layers in lairs where hermit spent
temptation torment playing part?
Tenderness twins thoughts to teach
touch formal frontiers may outreach.
10 June 1996 revised 20 November 2008
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Incite Insight
Can candlelight melt icy start,
incandescence stem descent,
incite renaissance’s assent
discovering true counterpart?
Can heart to heart though far apart
heartache soothe to circumvent
walls beyond walls which present
apparent obstacles, - impart
ardour above the Richter chart,
an elan confident, lament
layers in lairs where hermit spent
temptation torn, tormented heart?
Tenderness thoughts twins to teach
touch through emotions which outreach.
10 June 1996
© Jonathan Robin
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Drain My Brain
Unwind my mind oh baby drain my brain
Unscrew my head take a part of my heart
Scrape away the pain and start all over again
I tell you baby I don't understand just how you can make love to me
While you're lookin' at the picture of another man
You got me talkin' to my elbow climbin' up the wall
First you tell me you despise me then you say you idolize me
Then you tell me you can't use me at all
Unwind my mind...
[ guitar ]
Unwind my mind...
I tell you baby I just can't go on
The hung up way that we're livin' while I'm doin' all the givin'
You keep on callin' me John
First you messin' with Charlie and then you jivin' with Jim
And I know you need a father but I really can't bother
Bein' all those other guys plus him
Unwind my mind...
Unwind my mind settle my spine yeah unroll my soul yeah
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Door Removed
T ired men react to role reversing reels,
H arsh judgement pass upon deceptions deep.
E xit by bear pursued few locks will keep -
D oor closed and shuttered windows soon reveals
O nly introspection that will weep
O n dust of love’s rejection past. We feel
R emorseless fate exacts a price too steep.
R ise through regrets which may disguise surprise
E vents which Cause/Effect invents to try
M ost patience, represent in other guise
O ther guy’s advance to Chance defy.
V ain complaint when heart new part may chart,
EDition true heals smart, stamps vis[t]a’s start.
Windows open, idem doors, draft draught,
Ideas interlink transparently -
New horizons, visibility.
Dreams, once distant, closer draw, light shaft
Opportunity accepts as raft
Which on life's stream surfs forward looking, free,
Undulating through waft/weave waves we
Never knew we knew before. Life laughed.
Sadness dissolves, pain's soothed. Pane mind may craft
Hearing tastes few see, paradox, at sea,
Unleashes flash synaptic energy,
Turns bias topsy-turvy. Joy's witchcraft.
TERrain prepares: once blind, mind focus finds,
REDrawn perception redefines, unbinds.
© Jonathan Robin Acrostic Sonnet written 28 December 2006, revised with second sonnet added 13 May 2008 - for previous version see below
T his world above from role reversing reels,
H arsh judgement passes on deceptions deep.
E xit by bear pursued few locks will keep -
D oor closed and shuttered windows soon reveals
O nly introspection which must weep
O n dust of love’s rejection past which feel
R emorseless fate exacts a price too steep.
R ise through regrets which may disguise surprise
E vents which Cause/Effect invents to try
M ost patience, represent in other guise
O ther guy’s advance to Chance defy.
V ain complaint when heart new part may chart,
EDition true heals smart, stamps vis[t]a’s fresher start.
© Jonathan Robin Acrostic Sonnet written 28 December 2006
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May You Find Love This Cristmas
May you find love this Christmas
May your heart fill with cheer
May you feel so special
May it last all through the years
May you find love this Christmas
May there be a smile on your face
May you forget those sad times
May they leave without a trace
May you find love this Christmas
May God bless you my friend
May the happiness you share
May it start a new trend
May you find love this Christmas
May you be surrounded by friends
May it be joy this season brings
May it never come to an end
May you find love this Christmas
May you spread it all around
May you enjoy doing just that
May you spread it all over town
May you find love this Christmas
May you dig deep within your heart
May you share that great love
That maybe on your list or chart
May you find love this Christmas
May you find lots of joy
May you share it equally
With every little girl and boy
May you find love this Christmas
May it be better than ever before
May your love flow freely
May it start from that Heavenly Shore
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
wrote 12/11/2007 by Norman Hale Jr
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Hesper
Not till the sun, that brings to birth
The myriad marvels of the earth
And bids us look with wandering eyes
On all that here about us lies,
Has gone behind the hill,
Do you, O peaceful evening star,
Gaze on the dusk in which we are
And draw the heart of hope and love
To infinite deep on deep above
And bid our care be still.
All glorious pleasures of the day,
When every sense may have its way
And thought may touch the tiniest fact
And gauge the motive and the act
And measure our delight,
Depart, and leave us to the quest
Of quiet solitude and rest
And knowledge that the plotting brain
With all its science cannot gain
But from the soul of Night.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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Loneliness Revealed
Loneliness apart from countless charms -
0nly sadness stays. Once each other's arms
NEw joys announced each day. Naught comforts heart
Lonely left bereft, dreams far apart.
Intense pain reigns, lost happiness disarms
Novel's happy ending, singed sing no psalms.
Eternal dark shrouds quest for counterpart -
Sole way where soul-play joins twinned yin-yang part,
Sharing warp weft web, uniting palms
Remaining clasped together. Heart's hope
Essence singed, once spanned heart's spectrum chart.
Vain is nostalgia, nothing can impart
Essential emotions Time's effect embalms
As memories are deep-frozen. Nothing calms.
Links two once knew seem closed, dreams put on ice,
EDited out is tender wedding white.
(5 March 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Colour Of My Love
I'll paint my mood in shades of blue
Paint my soul to be with you
I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones
Draw your mouth to my own
I'll draw your arms around my waist
Then all doubt I shall erase
I'll paint the rain that softly lands on your wind-blown hair
I'll trace a hand to wipe out your tears
A look to calm your fears
A silhouette of dark and light
While we hold each other oh so tight
I'll paint a sun to warm your heart
Swearing that we'll never part
That's the colour of my love
I'll paint the truth
Show how I feel
Try to make you completely real
I'll use a brush so light and fine
To draw you close and make you mine
I'll paint the truth
Show how I feel
Try to make you completely real
I'll use a brush so light and fine
To draw you close and make you mine
I'll paint a sun to warm your heart
Swearing that we'll never part
That's the colour of my love
I'll draw the years all passing by
So much to learn so much to try
And with this ring our lives will start
Swearing that we'll never part
I offer what you cannot buy
Devoted love until we die
song performed by by Celine Dion from The Colour Of My Love
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Priorities
PRIORITIES
Today’s priorities tomorrow fade,
dissolved, distorted by Time's tug of war.
What all important seemed one day before
turns sour before its zest to rest is laid,
incorporated into causal braid,
what’s left sewn through waft-weft of life’s rapports.
It serves no sense to fear what lies in store
for others, for oneself - life’s game is played
with Life itself, spurns Death's amoral spade.
Timed candle splutters, will f[l]ame rise once more,
or shroud itself in darkness, curtains draw,
veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid?
For passing sigh thrilled head’s held high, yet soon
both silver spoon and slum lie dumb, stilled tune.
f[l]ame = flame fame lame l'âme aim am me
3 December 2001 revised 10 December 2008
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Priorities
Priorities today, tomorrow fade,
dissolved, distorted by Time's tug of war.
What all important seemed the day before
turns sour before appointed hour, is laid
aside by patterns Cause, Effect may braid
into the waft and weft of their rapport.
It serves no sense to fear what lies in store
for others, for oneself, - life’s game is played
with Life itself, spurns Death's amoral spade.
The candle splutters, will f[l]ame rise once more,
or shroud itself in darkness, curtains draw,
veils pulled full frontal, cloaked black burka maid?
For passing sigh-space head’s held high, yet soon
all is dissolved for slum or silver spoon...
3 December 2001
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Quest
If my quest was to be the best...
I could not sit,
Until I sat in 'research' quick.
Before I grabbed a walking stick...
To adorn this climbing crusade!
I want to be dressed for the part!
If my quest was to be the best.
BS and all the rest of that nonsense,
Would be left behind...
With the ignorance that it swallows.
If my quest was to be the best.
I would need to learn how to be uncomfortable...
Sometimes.
And in my discomfort I think of what's been left behind.
And I find myself in my mind feeling at home!
Glued like a magnet to the ignorance that comforts!
If my quest was to be the best...
I would find a way to excavate this 'home'
Decorated with my heart and soul within me!
And 'that' would be the best of my quest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know You By Heart
Everybody wants to find a love
Somebody, somebody who will always care
We get locked up in our own worlds
With feelings and secrets were afraid to share
But all I have to do is see you smile
And maybe, just maybe if I brush your hand
Something happens I cannot explain
And somehow, oh somehow I can understand
I, I think youre gonna find
Gonna find you
Gonna find you
Im reading your mind
I know you by heart
And youre so much a part of me
I know you by heart, yes I do
Its no wonder I can love you the way that I do
I can finish any sentence you start
I know you, I know you by heart
I know everytime youre gonna call
I pick up the phone before it ever rings
And when you need some lovin Ill be there
Beside you anticipating everything
Oh its like I always said
Youre the one I want
All I want is you
Im inside your head
I know you by heart
Girl, youre so much a part of me
I know you by heart, yes I do
Its no wonder I can love you the way that I do
I can finish any sentence you start
I know you, I know you by heart
Its no wonder I can love you the way that I do
I can finish any sentence you start
I know you, I know you by heart
I know you by heart
And youre so much a part of me
I know you by heart, I know you, I know you, I know you
Its no wonder I can love you the way that I do
I can finish any sentence you start
I know you, I know you by
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Bridgework - 1396 - Variant of As Artist Poet 0986 and Creative Perceptions 1306
Artists palette, paints, prepare,
poets channel insight rare.
One canvas fills, one paper inks,
imagination interlinks.
Each respective stream compares
perceptions, self-respecting, thinks
perspectives sensitively, shares
intuitive fruition, links
symphonic patterns, well aware
individuals everywhere
sense beauty way beyond time's brink,
horizons widen, never shrink.
Images accompany
free originality.
(7 May 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lithe Dame's Birthday Toast
The birthday here, toast Terri's heart strings true!
E'er in verse fit free style we'd list, real kind
None threads skain enchanting, seam none unwind,
Deed rare, for heed, dig deep dear, here dream's due.
A dame lithe may read, treasure marriage cue.
Now parts hid new I name, rich link is neat designed
In zeal is laid, chained. This, a nodal find,
Covert, is meshed, scored, gist tight tucked into
Each true hope aired, shared here, tunes sung for two.
His pen rules. Read. Heaven's clear art has signed.
Eye, dear fair, he spell'd glamour. Here entwined,
Annulled dread, as announced, fear, alarms, through.
Reward: lines near revealing winner right,
To show life's doubts dissolve, idyll true, bright.
8 March 2010
notes
Acrostic: Verse in which certain letters form a word or message
Polyacrostic: Several acrostics within the same composition Palimpsest: A manuscript on which more than one text is written th earlier writing, or one level of meaning, partially visible
His hand her hand [Twice vertically]
Terri L Turrell [Twice vertically]
Tend a nice heart [3 x vertically]
Tender is her heart [4 x diagonally]
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Calculations Fail
Can knowledge any sense in life retain?
All trace in space must some day disappear.
Life's calculations fail, ambitions vain.
Colours, now magic, soon no longer here
Unknown sounds, scents tomorrow shall remain.
Love's lightning, having struck, moves on, a mere
After-ripple on time's wave, cleansed clear.
The struggle ceases, Lethe, down the drain
Is every trace flushed before we can gain
One insight on Life's mysteries, or steer
New trips through dreams, few dreams themselves appear
Sense bearing whose waft, weft, need never wane.
FAll follows pride, soul weighed by feather light,
ILl starred our ride, bright spark mid endless night.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I Am Searching For A Verse
I am searching for a verse
that is somewhat different and unhindered,
of which the words are pure and without blemish,
that gives more light than a flaring candle
something monumental into which I do not press any words
but where it flows freely from its own accord,
where no political correctness hinders any ideas,
where I do not deviate when a great poet grind his teeth to me
a verse that pierces the heart of a reader,
that caries something of my humanity
and nowhere I can find it but to focus my eyes on You
and this searching is a funny thing,
a searching for a type of unique song
with an outer-worldly insight.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Birthday Sonnet - Entered is Diary
Notes on Polyacrostic Palimpsests.
.
Acrostic: Verse in which certain letters form a word or message
Polyacrostic: Several acrostics within the same composition
Acrostics to be found below – in alphabetical order:
His hand her hand [twice vertically]
Entered in diary [twice vertically]
Tend a nice heart [3 times vertically] – hopefully not an ice heart
Tender is her heart [4 times diagonally]
Palimpsest: A manuscript on which more than one text is written
with earlier writing, or one level of meaning, partially visible.
Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Birthday Sonnet - Entered is Diary
Toast verse! Oh birthday sonnet that strings true
E'er stanza knit free style, link in tress kind.
None letters scan - no need since star none find -
Deeds reader here disdains, nor head dreams cue.
Art secret exam, chart, restore rare value
Nowhere shrine is named, rich tune ornate designed,
Indeed is hidden within, bis gladdening behind
Covers is meshed, scored, missed, hid, scudding through
End verse. Here lines share where none spot the clue.
Hope endowed, read Heaven's clear. Add here's signed
Erudition's rheme eked out blur, he ideas twined.
Annals are read as announced Dear, a part eschew.
Reward - roses near - reveals her in mirror bright.
To show you ardour triumphs in today's top write.
Toastverseohbirthdaysonnetthatstringstrue
Eerstanzaknitfreestylelinkintresskind
None lettersscannoneedsincestarnonefind
Deedsreader heredisdainsnorheaddreamscue
Artsecretexamchar trestorerarevalue
Nowhereshrineisnamedrichtune ornatedesigned
Indeedishiddenwithinbisgladdeni ngbehind
Coversismeshedscoredmissedhidscudding through
Endverseherelinessharewheresofewspotcl ue
HopeendowedreadheavensclearaddheressignedEruditionsrhemeekedoutblurheideastwined
Anna lsarereadasannounceddearaparteschew.
Rewardros esnearrevealsherinmirrorbright
Toshowyouardour triumphsintodaystopwrite
© Jonathan Robin polyacrostic palimpsest sonnet written 20081126 see also Birthday Mirror Below
Notes on Polyacrostic Palimpsests.
.
Acrostic: Verse in which certain letters form a word or message
Polyacrostic: Several acrostics within the same composition
Acrostics to be found below – in alphabetical order:
His hand her hand [twice vertically]
Tattoed Fairy [twice vertically]
Tend a nice heart [3 times vertically] – hopefully not an ice heart
Tender is her heart [4 times diagonally]
Palimpsest: A manuscript on which more than one text is written
with earlier writing, or one level of meaning, partially visible.
Birthday Mirror
The birthday. Hark the ciphers that string true
E'er we dare knit free style link in tress kind
None starts scan, - no need since star none find,
Do adepts far here dip deep Myrrh? He today through
A love's offer all mark, set fate's art fair for you.
Nowhere shrine is named. Rich line, ornate design
Is held, is hid inside, is laid deep behind
Covers, is meshed, scored, kissed hide, cued into
End verse. Here hopes share where lines are knit to
His pen's freed. Read.Heaven's clear as shows rebirth signed
End dread, for he spell'd glamour, he feels twine
As new, as signal Adam announced. Dear, apart won't do!
Reward - roses near - reveals her in mirror write.
To show you ardour, triumph at hand. Try trophy bright.
(c) Jonathan Robin polyacrostic palimpsest sonnet written 8 January 2007
SEE BELOW NOTES AND REFORMATTING
Birthday Mirror
His hand her hand [twice vertically]
Tattooed Fairy [twice vertically]
Tend a nice heart [3 times vertically]
Tender is her heart [4 times diagonally]
Thebirthdayharkthecipherst hatstringtrue
Eerwedareknitfreestylelinkintres skind
NonitstartsscannoneedsincestarnonefindDoadeptsfarheredipdearfairhetodaythrough
Alo vetoonecanchartsetfatesartfairforyou
Nowheresh rineisnamedrichlineornatedesign
Isheldishiddee pinsideislaidbehind
Coversismeshedscoredkissed hidecuedinto
Endverseherehopessharewherelinesa reknitto
Hispenfreedreadheavensclearasshowsreb irthsigned
Enddreadforhespelldglamourhefeelstw ine
Asnewsignaladamannounceddearapartwontdo Rewardrosesnearrevealsherinmirrorwrite
Toshowy etardourthreadathandtrytrophybright
© Jonathan Robin polyacrostic palimpsest sonnet written 8 January 2007 revised 20081126
Author notes
Anyone reading ‘ye tar dour’ in place of
‘yet ardour’ in the last line of the sonnet
OR
'an ice heart' in place of 'A NICE HEART'
is mis[s]taken
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Sharing
SHARING
Emotions pooled through message simple, clear
empathy extend, blend double heart
finding behind the lines joy’s world apart -
no challenge for the sake of challenge here.
Creative thinking helps both persevere
openly, free from artificial art.
Arrogance, intolerance, which chart
shipwreck sure, are absent as, sincere,
touching trust, whatever course they steer,
is manifest, sails to safe port where part
and whole are won, minds common aims impart.
Time, distance, fade as frontiers disappear.
Structure is not stricture when our verse
evokes shared image timeless two rehearse.
4 August 2004 revised 22 October 2008
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Sharing
Emotions pooled through simple message clear
empathy extend to warm the heart
which seeks behind the lines a world apart -
no challenge for the sake of challenge here.
Creative thinking helps the mind appear
open, free from artificial art.
Arrogance, intolerance, which chart
shipwreck sure, are absent as, sincere,
the reader’s touched whatever course [s]he’d steer
through trust towards a harbour safe where part
and whole are won, which common aims impart.
Time, distance, fade as frontiers disappear.
Structure is not stricture when the verse
evokes shared image, timeless to rehearse
4 August 2004
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