How has Affection come from Prudence Suspicious to Metamorphosis Deliciously Propitious?
How has affection come
On bottle surfed to shore,
What soul-song once struck dumb
Has blossomed more and more.
Anguish to joy succomb!
Sensations Spring restore.
Awaited long, hope's hum
Feels, unconcealed, heals core
FEttered, heart's conundrum
Ceases to weigh rapports,
TIes no more knots, love's crumb
ON life's table's turned delicious
COunters prudence suspicious,
MEtamorphosis propitious...
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic How has Affection come written 14 May 2008
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Jayne's Joy
Jayne's joy, 'tis plain, drips passion through [th]ink's pen
Alluring and so 'in_time_mate' to me,
Youth rediscovered fountains forth again.
Never sated, sensitivity,
Expects attention thrilling to the core,
Joining sparks to larks' song, heart inflamed,
Awakening which sees fair spirit soar,
Yearns for fulfillment ever more unblamed.
Neat syllables as const[on]ant raindrops fall,
Endless outpouring salivating sheet,
Just phrase ideal spontaneous, on call,
Arrives exciting heart which feels its heat.
Yet none deny perfection's rhyming dance,
NEar, far, the same are, wor[l]ds unfold, advance.
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© Jonathan Robin written 3 November 2008 Acrostic Sonnet rendering of:
My Pen Is My Lover
My pen is my lover; so passionate
So intimate and alluring to me
Reaching deep inside to touch my being
Never satisfied with the love I give
Constantly requiring attention
Awakening my intimate core
My mind becomes obsessive and inflamed
Then my heart longs and yearns for fulfillment
Words and thoughts fall out of me like raindrops
They splatter on the paper before me
My brain searches for the right expression
My heart then exquisitely responding
Syllables are counted to perfection
The poem pours forth like a gypsy dance
I kiss the page where all the words unfold
My lover is worth more to me than gold.
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One wanders on and wonders much - 1387 - Current Version
Pillows' billows set deceptive scene,
surface calm masks sadness few ignore,
one-sided sleep has hibernation been,
dreams teem with team but rhyme with rime in store.
Lonely, at dawn, one wanders from the room.
Experience seeds prudence. What before
may lie that may belie deception's gloom,
or answers find that confidence restore?
Day's page is turned, one mask asks of fate's doom,
festina lente? carpe diem's roar?
which way will stitch win, loss, uncertain loom -
responses rich? or hung, drawn, lovelorn core?
Door closed, one wanders on and wonders much
hope's tightrope comes at price too few dare touch.
(17 May 2008)
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Love An Affection
(coverdale/moody)
Well, I love the way you walk
With your skin tight stride,
You got my eyes wide open
An my loose tongue tied
A french kiss mouth
An a smile so bad,
Youre the finest woman
That I ever had
So its alright,
Do anything you wanna do
Nobody had to tell you
How to make a mans heart bleed,
Your mama always knew
You was born to succeed
I can see the honey juice
Dripping off your lips,
Girl, you got the midas touch
Its in your fingertips
But its alright,
Do anything you wanna do
cos after midnight, Ill be alright
Riding on cupids train,
You give me loving, like Ive never had before,
Im back in the saddle again
So give me love an affection,
Love an affection
A little love an affection
Sure nuff goes a long, long way
You put your arms around me
Like a circle round the sun,
Your eyes turn on the hypnotising game
You play for fun
Im caught in your spell
Just like the spider an the fly,
An I cant break away from you
No matter how I try
But, its alright,
Do anything you wanna do
cos after midnight, Ill be alright
Riding on cupids train,
You give me loving, like Ive never had before,
Im back in the saddle again
So give me love an affection,
Love an affection
A little love an affection
Sure nuff goes a long, long way
cos after midnight, Ill be alright
Riding on cupids train,
You give me loving, like Ive never had before,
Im back in the saddle again
So give me love an affection,
Love an affection
A little love an affection
Sure nuff goes a long, long way
Love an affection
A little love an affection
Baby, baby, love an affection
Sure nuff goes a long, long way
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
I need love an affection,
Sure nuff goes a long, long way...
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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.
© Jonathan Robin – acrostic sonnet written 28 December 2006 The Door Removed - revised 20 October 2008 for previous version see below
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.
© Jonathan Robin – acrostic sonnet written 28 December 2006 The Door Removed
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Bridge over Troubled Waters - Acrostic Sonnet
Bridge of colours spans the years
Responding to shared tune on cue
In light and laughter keys into
Dreams' hopes for scope. Grey disappears.
Glow grows, tomorrows free from fears
Extend through unveiled planes that few
Or none else know. Constraints melt too!
Voyage duet hearts' wonder hears,
Echoes return to welcome ears
Responding with joy overdue.
TROUbadour threads song sincere,
BLED heart's quite healed, bright crystal clear.
WAs wait worthwhile? Touchée? Emue?
TERSe verse here ends with thoughts of you.
[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 24 June ? 2008
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Two at last Twin Win
Time's sickle hooked life's fickle flow
While trickle seeped through lonely plain
Of trials and tribulations, wane
As climate change unrhymed with glow.
The season's reasons we'd not know
Lovelorn lingering, hope's pane
Alas tight locked - block clocked sharp pain.
Seminal happiness remained 'no show'.
Then, unforeseen, see cupid's bow
Tired vertigo's free-fall refrain
With soaring soul replace! Again
Is life transformed, may undergo
New metamorphosis to find
WIN/win exchange, scales fall from blind!
(c) Jonathan Robin - robi3_1744_robi3_0000 ASX_LZX 14 May 2008
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Momentum Creative
Momentous wave laves Past, washed fast to sea,
As former reference-points no sense retain,
Unexpected sentiments unstained
Defy tried definitions, time, place, we
Extend with superficiality.
Momentum since not only's been maintained,
Accelerates increases, soars sustained,
Unblocking time-locks sensitivity
Denies as sense of self, of sin, flee, - free
Excitement's impetus each day regained.
Mists clear, sensations sear soul, brain, unfeigned,
Acceptance seeks no pre-conditions' key.
Urgency is dissipated, trust
DEepens daily, gold creates from dust...
(c) Jonathan Robin - acrostic sonnet MAUDE 27 May 2008 robi3_1747_robi3_0000 ASX_EJL
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Circumnavigation
If atoms spin round aeons' afterglow
pass preview, present, future, recombined,
to causal layers add effective flow
cue tune to harmonies, runes realigned,
then what spells last beyond an augenblick
beyond beyond yet stay within within,
to spell out waft/weave linking thin and thick
as means to ends, through which ends' means begin.
What shadow seems, what light beam seams unzip,
is figment of imagination or
insight into eve's apple's core, skin, pip
to link past futures, those still still before
the universal orbit spun vibration
prepares for former circumnavigation...
augenblick - German blink
eve... both Eve and eve
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 5 May 2008
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Consummate Worth
Styx shan’t swallow, hours devour, dream soul
Alzheimer Acheron dam neuronal stream,
Nor can Charon's ferry parabole
Give credence to dusk dimming golden gleam.
Tired Dis dismissed to mists where once he dwelt,
Overthrown, repines, while Proserpine
May spring release from quarantine misdealt,
Apt prose most lose, choose rose whose sweets divine
Must musty scent compared to present sent
Across time's range in instant propogation
Upending Einstein's theories - her ascent
Defying 'grav_id_tease' acceleration.
Exquisite as this sonnet's lines appear,
Consummate worth through unique birth shines clear.
(c) Jonathan Robin Acrostic Sonnet written 3 June 2008
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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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Beyond the Tears - 1826
Beyond cold tears, old fears, exotic dream
Extends to mend trust broken, to restore
Years lost - cost dear - discovers joy once more,
Opens door to tender longing's gleam.
New opportunity may free hope's beam,
Draw white through life's prism lighting rainbow core.
THE future whispers 'Heed forever's call! '
TEARS pass, with love, enchantress, healing all.
(7 December 2008)
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Sure Render or Surrender, Sur Rendezvous or Sir Rendez Vous
My one half celebrates our meeting's near
And yet my other fears the tears of fear.
Undoubting, one lives US as heaven's writ,
Deterred the other by too perfect fit,
Each part completes the other's inner whole,
Completely each defeats void's empty hole,
Made one by destined synchronicity,
Maid Man ban 'ran', scan fans complicity
As natural for flowing through twinned soul
Unsure, yet too aware two can't be sole.
Dance catalyzed by chance shows love's pure state
Enhanced by 'wait', scorns concommitant weight.
Contradictions sweet sound beat for rhyme,
Make light of distance, down beat jealous Time.
[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 16 June 2008
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To George, Earl Delwarr
Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to each other;
The friendships of childhood, though fleeting are true;
The love which you felt was the love of a brother,
Nor less the affection I cherish'd for you.
But Friendship can vary her gentle dominion;
The attachment of years in a moment expires:
Like Love, too, she moves on a swift-waving pinion,
But glows not, like Love, with unquenchable fires.
Full oft have we wander'd through Ida together,
And blest were the scenes of our youth, I allow:
In the spring of our life, how serene is the weather!
But winter's rude tempests are gathering now.
No more with affection shall memory blending,
The wonted delights of our childhood retrace:
When pride steels the bosom, the heart is unbending,
And what would be Justice appears a disgrace.
However, dear George, for I still must esteem you;
The few whom I love I can never upbraid:
The chance which has lost may in future redeem you,
Repentance will cancel the vow you have made.
I will not complain, and though chill'd is affection,
With me no corroding resentment shall live:
My bosom is calm'd by the simple reflection,
That both may be wrong, and that both should forgive.
You knew that my soul, that my heart, my existence,
If danger demanded, were wholly your own.
You knew me unalter'd by years or by distance
Devoted to love and to friendship alone.
You knew - but away with the vain retropection!
The bond of affection no longer endures;
Too late you may droop o'er the fond recollection,
And sigh for the friend who was formerly yours.
For the present, we part,--I will hope not for ever;
For time and regret will restore you at last:
To forget our dimension we both should endeavour,
I ask no atonement, but days like the past.
To George, Earl Delawarr
Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to each other;
The friendships of childhood, though fleeting, are true;
The love which you felt was the love of a brother,
Nor less the affection I cherish'd for you.
But Friendship can vary her gentle dominion;
The attachment of years in a moment expires:
Like Love, too, she moves on a swift-waving pinion,
But glows not, like Love, with unquenchable fires.
Full oft have we wander'd through Ida together,
And blest were the scenes of our youth, I allow:
In the spring of our life, how serene is the weather!
But winter's rude tempests are gathering now.
No more with affection shall memory blending,
The wonted delights of our childhood retrace:
When pride steels the bosom, the heart is unbending,
And what would be justice appears a disgrace.
However, dear George, for I still must esteem you;
The few whom I love I can never upbraid:
The chance which has lost may in future redeem you,
Repentance will cancel the vow you have made.
I will not complain, and though chill'd is affection,
With me no corroding resentment shall live:
My bosom is calm'd by the simple reflection,
That both may be wrong, and that both should forgive.
You knew that my soul, that my heart, my existence,
If danger demanded, were wholly your own;
You knew me unalter'd by years or by distance,
Devoted to love and to friendship alone.
You knew,--but away with the vain retrospection!
The bond of affection no longer endures;
Too late you may droop o'er the fond recollection,
And sigh for the friend who was formerly yours.
For the present, we part,--I will hope not for ever;
For time and regret will restore you at last:
To forget our dissension we both should endeavour,
I ask no atonement, but days like the past.
poem by Byron (1807)
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The Answer Lies... or... The Answer Lies?
Frustration's shadow fades not as moon rises,
but open heart prepares for fair surprises,
dream scenes encounter reconciliation
between hopes, - for self-fear's no consolation
as coffee cups can all too soon turn cold,
and golden hues nerves spurn turn silver old.
The answer, lies discarding, finds what wise is
seems metamorphosis, winged nymph arises
to shed protection's superficial station,
to touch NOT think superlative sensation,
Energies, rechannelled, warmth enfold
but bubble thoughts true sentiments withhold...
(c) Jonathan Robin - written 9 April 2008
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Skin Deep
Skin spurns trite superficiality,
Kinship finds as surfaces disperse.
Intuitive, two rhyme and role reverse
Nature's comfort zones, free verse heart's plea.
Seasons and Time shed, sensitivity
Knowledge hard discards, hope can converse
In touch with touch for such much growth may nurse,
New light affords, cuts cords, as tendrils key
Subtly into each other - 'you' IS 'me'.
Karmic chance retracts roadblocks transverse,
Intact tact, tactile joys may reimburse
Numb days awaiting electricity.
SKIp through formal constraints to contact base,
INsights unite, may man-maid rings replace...
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 3 April 2008
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US may YOU/ME replace
Make fairyland from rocky start to rose
Advancing, wings unfurled, to greet new dawn,
Uniting hopes and dreams, fears put to scorn
Delight shines bright, osmosis fresh glows, sows
Enchantment where one might say shells would close,
Chose to shun outward shows while heart forlorn
Mocked self-sustaining fantasy, would mourn
Amazing grace deprived of love's dew flows.
US may YOU/ME replace as heart's heart knows
Divinity, where two, divided, torn,
Expected little, giving much. Reborn
Connections linked, two, close, may blooms unclose.
Meter, rhyme, combine with feelings rich,
Change destiny from dread's bled threads' cross stitch.
[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet Maude C written 11 June 2008
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Cause and Consequence
Many options chance and choice might sow,
Although what meets the eye needs second-sight
Undoing ill that second-thoughts may show
DEspairing seeker after answers bright.
Much harm is done when wishful thinking mocks
Advancing voice or crystal image which
Unlocks outlook unfortunate or blocks
DEsired outcome grieving heart would stitch.
Most roads rejoin itinerary pre-traced,
As cause and consequence are intertwined,
Use or abuse of options closed, unlaced,
DEtermines more than mortal mind may find
Confined within fate's eye-ball wishing well
Creating mirror heaven or hell could spell...
[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 27 June 2008
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Softness which Seduces Current Version 0453
Relaying sunlight sheet on forest floor,
curves fondling fronds whose silkiness she shares,
sweet softness which seduces, knows no cares,
and, careless, thus seduces all the more.
What matter if love-struck strangers at life's door
admiring stares, rare Beauty knows she's fair,
glows knowing those around her dare to swear
they'd seek 'neath skin deep corps to reach soft core,
for flowers bloom an hour before the score
is called and flesh departs to, lord knows where!
If Beauty's Truth, both stimulate despair
seen through Time's rushlight nothing can restore.
Blush thoughts through soul-star system ripple, river,
find mind at sea, skin shivers all a-quiver.
(14 December 2008)
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One wanders on and wonders much - 1387 - Initial Version
Pillows' billows set deceptive scene,
surface calm masks sadness few ignore,
one-sided sleep has hibernation been,
dreams teem with team but rhyme with rime in store.
Lonely, at dawn, one wanders from the room.
Experience seeds prudence. What before
may lie that may belie deception's gloom,
or answers find that confidence restore?
Door closed, one wanders on and wonders much
hope's tightrope comes at price too few dare touch.
(14 May 2008)
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