I Came, I Saw, Who Conquered?
I CAME, I SAW, WHO CONQUERED?
Music sudden waved Time's blight,
An incarnation of delight
Unchallenged. Naught continued to
Deny bright beauty, spirit true.
Each blush rose paled, blood ruby too.
Magnificence expelling night,
Acknowledged inner thirst quenched through
Unequalled charm, dream beamed delight
DEfying definitions trite.
Magical our planet blue
Appears to Nature, taps into
Unsullied streams of rainbow hue.
Descriptions fail. These splendours span
Eternities unguessed by man.
28 October 1992 revised 12 October 2008
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Sandrine Sonnet Cycle - I Came, I Saw, She Conquered
She sudden danced into my sight,
An incarnation of delight,
No critic could continue to
Deny her beauty, spirit true.
Rose blushed, then paled, the ruby too, -
It seemed as if forever night
No longer Earth would know, and through
Eternity her echo bright
Should stimulate, intrigue, incite
All aspects of our planet blue, -
Nature true to Nature. Who
DRreams may rainbow overwrite
IN wavelength inks whose splendours span
Expanse before unknown to man...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Renaissance
RENAISSANCE
Friendship dances into sight,
An incarnation of delight,
Leaves none who can continue to
Love's light deny, nor spirit true.
Entranced, rose pales, then ruby too, -
Night banished ever to invite
Forever fallen to see through
One glance's fair reflection bright,
Restoring hope as wings for flight
Enchanted find strength as, on cue,
Vain fears of falling conquered quite,
Expectantly joy's splendours span
Renaissance paradise can scan...
3 August 2007
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Acrostic FALLEN FOREVER
poem by Jonathan Robin
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October in New Zealand
O JUNE has her diamonds, her diamonds of sheen,
Meet for a queen’s neck, if Death had e’er a queen!
June has her blue days, jewels of delight,
Set in the ivory of Alp-land white,—
But October, October’s the lady o’ the year!
O January’s garland is redder than the rose,
And the wine-red ruby of January glows
All the way to madness and half the way to sin,
When sleep is in the poppy and fire is in the whin!
But October, October’s the lady o’ the year!
October will ride in a mantle o’ the vair,
With the flower o’ the quince in her dew-wet hair;
October will ride to the gates of the day,
With the bluebells ringing on her maiden way;—
For October, October’s the lady o’ the year!
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Sapphire Stars
SAPPHIRE STARS
Sapphire stars inset on cream surround,
Unique is image nightly sent to splice
Sundered souls, excitement adding, spice,
As dreams rewrite reality joy crowned.
Night hangs its sleepless head as silent sound
Near, far, unites, spheres’ song [st]rings. Time must dice,
Ensnared, against itself, as virtue vice
Successfully defeats. Fantastic found,
Unscathed by envy, jealousy wraith bound,
Sensations soothing left to their device
Attenuate all cares, share, melting ice,
Neither challenge hope, nor need give ground.
Nature ne’er strays, stays true to way within
Empty each phrase, praise other maids would win.
23 October 1992 revised 17 January 2009
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Sapphire Stars
Sapphire stars set in a sunny sea,
Unique are those soft eyes each night I see,
Since they alone two sundered halves can splice,
And dreams bring to reality, add spice
Ne'er known before, and help the heart soar free.
Night hangs its sleepless head, all cedes to thee
Enraptured, Time against itself does dice
Successfully, and virtue over vice
Unadulterated victory
Soon wins, and Nature owns thy primacy.
All worship at your throne, from men to mice,
None fail to hail thy worth, - none else suffice.
Natural nobility is thine,
Empty is praise apart from all that's thine
23 October 1992
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lady of My Dreams
Let signal sparkle slip between silk sheets
And message mind which finds intentions clear,
Daily sought though thought still to appear,
Yet somehow ever present. This defeats
Our understanding, nonetheless completes
Fine-tuned intuitions hinting cheer.
Magically she’ll grace this lower sphere,
Yearned, here on Earth, seems heaven-sent. Conceits
Defeat ambitions as one rarely meets
Recall, prompts karmic. Time deletes most. Fear
Endangers fancied links that disappear.
Awakening masks dreams’ forgotten sweets.
Mayhap map heart has charted day and night
Shows sharing twins to spin soul’s true delight …
(24 October 1992 revised 31 December 2008/for previous version see below)
Lady of My Dreams
Let your sparkle slip between the sheets
And etch within my mind your message clear.
Daily sought it was, still to appear,
Yet somehow ever present. This defeats
Our understanding, nonetheless completes
Fine-tuned intuitions showing, dear,
Magically you grace this lower sphere.
You, here on Earth, seem heaven-sent. Conceits
Dreams seldom spring to life, one rarely meets
Reminders karmic. Time deletes most. Fear
Endangers fancied links that disappear
Awakening brings longing, half-forgotten sweets.
Mayhap map heart charted day and night
Shows you as twin to spin soul’s true delight …
(24 October 1992 – acrostic sonnet Lady of my dreams)
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When October Goes
And when October goes
The snow begins to fly
Above the smokey roofs
I watch the planes go by
The children running home
Beneath a twilight sky
Oh, for the fun of them
When I was one of them
And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years
I turn my head away
To hide the helpless tears
Oh how I hate to see October go
I should be over it now I know
It doesn't matter much
How old I grow
I hate to see October go
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Meeting
Head enlaced by graceful arm,
hand encased in hand, thigh, thigh,
dreams rapture capture, soothing balm,
feeling feelings warm supply.
Lip to lip together zipped
full exchange facilitates,
trip through tenderness is tipped
to last, cleave fast, illuminates.
Thus entwined shared essence meets,
beyond desire's steep, dizzy stairs,
as bodiless embrace completes
rebirth, time both prepares, repairs.
Shared sentiments in all finds charm
as body, spirit, find release,
tender tide soothes all alarm -
scoffs at mistrust and spurns caprice.
Ego's agenda self defeats
with restive quest: ‘what' 'why’ ‘when’ ‘where’,
one leitmotif with naught competes
all complementing all – to share.
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Meeting
Head enlaced by graceful arm,
hand encased in hand, thigh, thigh,
dreams rapture capture, soothing balm,
feeling feelings warm supply.
Thus entwined shared essence meets,
beyond desire's steep, dizzy stairs,
as bodiless embrace completes
rebirth, time both prepares, repairs.
Shared sentiments in all finds charm
as body, spirit, find release,
tender tide soothes all alarm, -
here’s no mistrust and no caprice.
There is no boredom which defeats
itself with questions ‘why’ ‘when’ ‘where’,
all complements all, naught competes
with one leitmotif fair – to share...
12 December 2001 revised 16 October 2008
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Ecstatic Repassage
She sought true light, he taught delight
blue skies through beryl polyhedral,
aragonite eyes expedite
replied declaring ex-cathedral
that mindset tight moved on from right,
wrong well defined, scarce subtrihedral,
to dreams by night which dawn's flush might
blush at in fashion quite primaeval.
Lip service rite quite recondite
was dropped in favour - speak no evil -
of flesh unite, fresh fires ignite,
false frontiers, tears, fade past retrieval.
Twinned soul song bright tu[r]ned to insight
between French Doctor mediaeval
and auto-didact erudite,
became true blessing, joy coeval
with farhenheit sword soaring white
hot, melting point reached. Each upheaval
brought satellite stars, blood rush quite
ecstactic for orgasmic reprieval.
(18 December 2008 revised 7 October 2009
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Responsum
Lip-reading too much recondite
through telephone but not for mind
which to mind unite, fresh fires ignite,
new skyline, uncharted, discovering renewal.
Twinned soul song soon tu[r]ned to light
between French Doctor mediaeval
and auto-didact erudite,
became true blessing, joy coeval
with sharing words soaring up through white
blanks, once covered by a dark ink, black,
upheaving static stratums to feelings festival
ecstactic for magic reprieval.
(Maude C 19 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Is One Blamed?
Silence is golden, guilt remains ashamed
to hold up to the spotlight’s piercing glare
sentiments submersive, - is one blamed
if feelings are confided, shown to share?
One little thought to sense love’s lightening strike,
topple defensive certainties! The door,
once triple locked, is sprung, unsportsmanlike,
yet that which leaves one poor rich makes one more!
Rich one through knowing t’other, outlook clear,
poor when discovered what was lacked before
shows distance from the truth, who ‘self’ held dear.
This understanding makes self ‘self’ abhor.
Thus these short lines should shun flight, favour hope,
To-morrow’s stars spotlight bright horoscope.
(29 October 1992, revised 2 May 2007, final couplet modified 15 October 2008)
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Tenderly
Magic promised day is dawning
All my life I’d be adorning
beside bride - wife pride - sojourning,
Dear to me!
Eros Reason is subborning
In a flash - rash leprechauning –
Never still, yet still this morning
Elfin free!
Vain is logic’s barren warning,
Any opposition scorning
In this quite outrageous fawning
Love for thee!
Let life rose bloom scorning thorning
disempower doubts once yawning
that dissolve as we sworn in
Tenderly!
(28 October 1992 revised 14 October 2008/for previous version see below)
See, the promised day is dawning
And my life I’d be adorning
Near a bride, - my pride – not mourning,
Dear to me!
Reason Eros is subborning
In a flash, - rash leprechauning –
Never still, yet still this morning
Elfin free!
Vain is logic’s barren warning,
Any opposition scorning
In this quite outrageous fawning
Love for thee!
Life is roses without thorning
And supposes doubts once yawning
Now dissolve, - each to each sworn in
Tenderly!
(28 October 1992)
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)
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On The First Of Seven's Night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
for the world, ag'n christmas sight
on the first of seven's night
when the light of heaven is light
it's the world of two thousand seven bright
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
see, she is smiling in alone
ah! in love she is gone
'n' now she has got the tone
to say! to wish a new morn..ing
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
oh! it's the hit of 12'o clock
but who are they in morning flock
look it's you 'n' that is me
in between it's bond of thee
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
hey! who is playing these notes so cute
it must be octaves from lord krishnas flute
no! on the first of seven with the rythm inherent
a boy to a girl with the happys of heaven
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
and you! what are you doing over here
go to the fields and harvest your share
my blackberrys ripen with the dawn of the sun
hares and birds may already be having there fun
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
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Beyond october.
Beyond October
Cuddle next to me into this night of October; let me know when I can follow your skin down to every spot.
Let me kiss you slowly meanwhile you pretend that you won’t misbehave, slowly I’m going to make tonight, the night that you will remember October forever.
Let me bite every spot that make you move, let me put this love in you, so you won’t forget about me.
Love beyond October, man! I just can’t stop thinking about those crazy times that we spend every night, since early august to early October or maybe the last days of September.
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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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Breathtaking...
I was watching the sunrise this morning...
As the stars faded, the bright blue-orange glow filled me with warmth on this coldest of October mornings,
and I felt part of something...
The way the large late October moon faded below the mountains in the West...,
As the sun rose above the Eastern sky, the mountains there alight with colorful hues that literally 'danced.'
I was happy, I was humbled.
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On The Highest Crest
On the Highest Crest
Beautiful October
God has gone main-stream
Ignores the seasons
Wants to be loved by us all
Before the big deluge
Lovely October
God disregard the cycles
My river is dry
While I sunbathe by its shore
And think of buying camels.
Godly October
Vacation’s our new deity
Tomorrow is today
Frost and snow are banished
But Himalaya is an island
Pretty October
We fight for a place to sit
The strongest win
Design a new national flag
And build a golden temple
Scenic October
The Sea is heaven’s mirror
God was a dream
No echo of man lingers
The long stillness has begun
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The Marigolds
The Spring is in her prime now and the lovely marigold
Are blooming in the blackwood shade so lovely to behold
On a warm day in October close to thirty degrees
With the sun glowing in the blue sky and warmth in the breeze
In the breeze the marigold are nodding in their beautiful golden flowers
They came to bloom in the early Spring in the cool September showers
A gift from Mother Nature for to look at and enjoy
I have loved Nature's beauty ever since i was a boy
Such marvellous things of beauty that Nature does create
Though most of Nature's wonders have their own use by date
A sunny day in October warm for the time of year
And the songbirds in the parkland sound melodious and clear
And partly lit by the sunshine in the shade of the blackwood trees
The beautiful golden marigold are nodding in the breeze.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Delight
Key:- r -ray
A-anita
R: stand right up and be your witness
2 unlimited oyeah were the fittest
Moving, dont dare to be a chicken
cause the bass is so finger licking
Let it move youll, till it suits youll
This beat was put here to groove youll
The a, n, i, t and a
Back to back with the homeboy ray
R: I going to the galaxy like a bomb
Dont wanna come, heh and your dawn
On the scene, a beauty queen
And all the those things you ever dream off
Welcome to it, keep on swiving
cause you know its about surviving
Keep yours ears open with the deathtone
cause we come from the lights just come along
A: delight
Delight
Delight
A: delight gives me good vibrations
Fills me up with nice sensations
On and on till I cant take no more
Delight is what I came here for
Please let me tell you this
This is a chance you cannot miss
2 unlimited on the scene
Yes I am a beauty queen
A: delight
Delight
Delight
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Complete Happiness
Greet the bright dawn with joy,
Raise your spirit to the light,
Then your smile you must employ,
Swiftly expelling the gloomy night.
A new day comes into view,
To be shaped and to redesign,
And each move will be, by you
So perfect, so right and fine.
The birds will start their song,
And delight in this newborn day,
And with your courage so strong,
Exhilaration will come your way.
Greet the bright dawn with joy,
Don't give in to tears and stress,
Find nothing that might annoy,
Come to know complete happiness.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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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.
(10 June 1992 revised 18 October 2006/Poem © Jonathan ROBIN Acrostic sonnet – Page and Pageant)
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