I Choose You - after William Shakespeare Sonnet CVII
I CHOOSE YOU
Symbols shown; my character should ink
Admiration; spirit, brain, portrayed.
New aspects nonetheless remain I think
Glad serve one passion, one respect rich paid.
Theme, though repeated through these sonnets played,
Old offers vestments new, which, coloured pink
Make clear romance returns to one with wink,
Appetite enhancing unafraid.
Memory no tricks plays where love’s true,
Alternatives denies from youth to age,
Unseen are wrinkles in fair one I’d woo,
Defied is Time, love, constant, eyes neat page.
Evidence undisputed, she's elite,
Crème de la crème, conceit fleet flees fair feat.
Song shows that valentine spreads from July
Along each month to star[t] and end each year,
Nor may heartbroken hopes deign to appear.
Glad serve one passion, soul's respect apply.
Thoughts spiteful, drear, malicious draw teared sigh.
Open ended invitation shows here
Much joy, no artifice employs, my dear,
Affords redemption from past. Fears defy!
May future happiness, prepared, deny
All who self-compromise, 'forgiveness' spear
Urging Nth chance though acts stay far from clear.
Destiny comforts love whose head's held high.
Enchantment undisputedly sets scene:
Could extra lines add anything unseen?
21 July 2008
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I Choose You poem © Jonathan Robin
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Sonnet 108: What's in the brain that ink may character
What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what now to register,
That may express my love, or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy, but yet, like prayers divine,
I must each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old—thou mine, I thine—
Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page,
Finding the first conceit of love there bred
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
poem by William Shakespeare
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A Love That Endures
A LOVE THAT ENDURES
Melvin Banggollay
A LOVE THAT ENDURES IS
L-iving for someone dear
O-ffering unconditonal passion
V-alueing one's right so fair
E-nduring pains and depressions.
T-eaching the heart to be fair
H-ealing with gentle communication
A-cting what your heart declare
T-ouching with prudent conviction.
E-ntwined with forgiveness flare
N-urtured with tender passion
D-evelop with motives so clear
U-nderstanding amidst confusion
R-esolve to be always just and fair
E-ndures to serve even at oblivion
S-acred vow to serve without fear.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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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
[c] Jonathan Robin - 2 February 2007 robi3_1611_brow7_0001 PSX_IXX for previous version see below
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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Wayfarer’s Welcome
From life's fair shore the wish for more
helps soar above life's angry sea
whose violent churns soul spurns - in store
a road unknown sets flesh, bone, free
to sound true core unseen before,
restoring confidence to be
to self true for fair future draw
cards dealt by heedless destiny.
Bright light may guide from deep inside
wide vision may unravel
life's mystery, see clarified
‘why’, ‘wherefore’ as you travel.
Though gravel hide gold paving bide
awhile until Time’s gavel
knocks twice, till inner keys provide
life’s answers true though novel.
No fears, no tears, hope's scope endears
sight to eyes which insight
recovers, hears through inner ears,
new rune tunes joys incite.
Today’s dearth, blight, on Earth well might,
reversed, redraw frontiers,
and expedite change welcome, right
wrongs, blunt strongest spears.
Past storms at last are over, cast
behind, - mind, soul, washed clean,
while vistas vast unveiled may fast
set scene for Hippocrene.
Verse unsurpassed leaves all aghast
who cannot match serene
and touching cast all will outlast,
deserving only paean.
No desert here, nor mirage drear, -
beneath tomorrow's sky
twin moons appear, - Mars, Venus dear,
luck, love, personnify,
to travels steer away from fear
of way unknown, to try
fresh paths, to peer beyond ‘now’, ‘here’,
crass ignorance defy.
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Love Lost
LOVE LOST
Love lost spreads frost where once was light,
Or rime which rhyme's frieze turns to freeze,
Vista's visa parodies
Enchantment, past of pure delight.
Lovelorn, wings shorn, heart feels bite
Of cold, sold short, caught in unease
Scorning romance's fallacies,
Turning yearning into spite.
Love lost with bitterness agrees,
Or poison for both biter, bite,
Venom self-destructive quite,
Eden expels, discards its keys.
LOst should be found as founding faith
STorm weathering, not wasted wraith...
17 July 2008
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Cause Dreams Effects
Rippling outwards bird of Time
converts for unseen reason
aspirations into rhyme
whose trace breasts space and season
to face fair future's pantomime
with dreams no hand has lease on...
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This Valentines Day Revised
This Valentines Day,
I promise to love you more than I have in the past.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to make you feel more special than I ever have before.
This Valentines Day,
I promise that I will never make promise I can’t keep.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to make you smile bigger than you ever have before,
This Valentines Day,
I promise to give you the biggest hug I ever gave you before.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to kiss you so softly, you get butterflies in your stomach.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to never tell you I love you and not mean it.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to remain forever yours.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to write you at least one poem every month.
This Valentines Day,
I promise that I will be here next year and the year after that as long as I can help it.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad I'm yours.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad I meet you.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad you know how to forgive.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad you love me.
This Valentines Day,
I’m glad I love you.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad I didn't leave.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad to say you're mine.
This Valentines Day,
I’m glad I get to see your beautiful face light up when I see you.
This Valentines Day,
I’m glad I stopped hating you for no reason.
This Valentines Day,
I’m glad I held your hand that one day at the carnival.
This Valentines Day,
Is more than just flowers and candy.
This Valentines Day,
Is more than little red hearts.
This Valentines Day,
Is more than a hallmark holiday.
This Valentines Day,
Is more than just sex.
This Valentines Day,
Is more than little ‘Be Mine’ cards you got in kinder-garden.
This Valentines Day,
Is a day of true love,
This Valentines Day,
Is a day of just laying in bed and snuggling with you.
This Valentines Day,
Is one way I can show you how much I love you.
This Valentines Day,
Is special because I’m with you.
This Valentines Day,
I’m so deeply in love with you.
2-11-07
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I've Played at Love
I’VE PLAYED AT LOVE
I've played at love before, as careless lover,
Viewed prospects varied with a distant eye.
Enchantment with enchantment would supply
Part-time employment, feelings undercover.
Love's osmosis, I dared not discover,
As empathy gives depth few care to try.
Yet should now lightning strike, - my quest's reply -
Enlightenment which lets the soul recover
Delight to light the will to live, not hover,
At sea with self defied, I’d not deny
The tenderness ‘One’ might personify.
Laughter shared may heaven on earth uncover.
Others would seem sad ghosts, drift drab or worse -
VErsifying here I wait, rehearse...
16 September 2001 I’ve Played at Love
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I'VE PLAYED AT LOVE
I've played at love before, as careless lover
V iewed prospects varied with a distant eye.
E nchantment with enchantment did supply
P art-time employment, feelings undercover.
L ove's osmosis, I dared not discover,
A s empathy gives depth few care to try.
Y et has your lightening struck, my quest's reply -
E nlightenment which lets my soul recover
D elight to light the will to live, not hover
A t sea with self defied, who did deny
T he tenderness that you personify!
L aughter shared can heaven on earth uncover.
O thers appear as ghosts, both grey and rotten
VEstal she who'll never be forgotten !
16 September 2001
Acrostic Sonnet Poem © Jonathan Robin I’ve Played at Love
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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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Struggles Cease - after William Shakespeare Sonnet XLVII
Struggles cease as heart and eye ally
And each to each good turns does sans delay: -
Now may they twine as heart, with inner eye
Garners reflection fair of peerless traits.
The heart refreshed is eyeing every part,
Open eye's fulfilled, heart's welcome guest,
Moreover neither rush, wait other's start,
As hearts signed, sealed, are mutually impressed.
Mention Present, Past is shadow dim
As Present, passed, fair Future’s bells ring bright,
United are all three: ‘us’, ‘her’, ‘him’s’ hymn,
Draws trinity’s divinity in sight.
Eye may make no mistake, beyond day's shore,
Charmed knight returns to one he’d e’er adore.
12 June 2008
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After William Shakespeare
Shakespeare Sonnet XLVII
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish’d for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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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.
Author notes
© 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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Cleansed
CLEANSED
Love cleansed today dreams interplay
complete, spoon, fork and knife,
derides dismay, lined cares which prey
upon brief Beauty’s life.
From disarray love’s here to stay,
towards joy’s light may trace
convincing way, chase cares which weigh
down those who change fear face.
Keep open door, no bad blood pour,
tomorrows true touch base,
hope sets fair score where scope’s shared core
united future grace.
Concord and cheer won’t disappear
when feelings interface
with someone near, who clear will hear
heart, comfort, share embrace.
Thus, change of gear, dissolve false fear,
it seems in any case
enchantment here may re-appear,
admit acceptance, space.
Life’s new frontier in this New Year
lost voice shall now replace,
from drear nights’ wear to fresh light steer,
heartease naught may displace.
22 March 2005 significantly rewritten 30 December 2008
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Love’s Future Fare
Love yesterday seemed interplay
complete, spoon, fork and knife
that scorned dismay, false on fears does prey
to threaten Beauty’s life.
But try today to feel a way
towards the light don’t trace
heart’s disarray, the fears which weigh,
the weary tears, disgrace.
Don’t close white door let blood red poor
with future fair touch base!
if traitor’s core is known before
tomorrow you may face.
When drugs and beer both disappear
soon feelings interface
with someone near, who clear will hear
heart, comfort and embrace.
So, change of gear, dissolve false fear,
it seems in any case
resentment here needs disappear,
leave hope for scope and space.
Life new frontier will find, my Dear,
Death’s shadow shall replace,
all nights austere to fresh light steer
there’s other fish to chase!
22 March 2005
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Sonnet 15:
When I consider everything that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and check'd even by the selfsame sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet 105
Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone,
Which three till now, never kept seat in one.
poem by William Shakespeare from Sonnets (1609)
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Sonnet 15: When I consider every thing that grows
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment.
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment.
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheerèd and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay,
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
poem by William Shakespeare
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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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One Only
One only, if the truth be told,
could breathe life into ingot gold,
one only rhyme with harmony
from here until eternity,
one only answer clear and saint
when called, fair features never faint.
One only can't be oversold,
whose warmth may melt the harshest cold,
one only, comely, melody,
inspires and fires to psalmody,
one only who no mortal paint
can imitate, no envy taint.
One only may within her fold
all talents show, gifts manifold,
one only challenges Time's see,
personnifies all good there be.
One only praise without restraint
deserves, all serve without complaint.
One only! Others, unconsoled,
admit unique is fairest mould.
One only holds the world in fee,
most bountiful from sea to sea.
One only nothing can attaint,
ignores both artifice, constraint.
One only in this valentine
shines brightly here in every line...
(c) Jonathan Robin written 27 January 2008
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Touching Tendrils
TOUCHING TENDRILS
Touching tendrils feather fills life’s song,
Existence flexes butterfly bright wings,
New heights attained, unchained brain changes rings,
Dreams shared bear forward twinned emotions strong.
Ease of mind both find - no right, no wrong -
Renewal soothes both restlessness, stress stings.
New stirrings, purrings. Pair together brings
Empathy expanding before long.
Sensitivity feels 'I belong',
Sees comfort sharing peace not scrambled strings.
From Time’s aggression and ‘repentance flings’
Open hearts share tenderness, prolong
Reach where each learns from each, teach insight clear,
Magic touch as feather light as dear.
25 July 2001 revised 13 December 2008
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‘repentance flings’ see Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam – Edward Fitzgerald
Tenderness For...
Tender feelings fill life with soft song,
Existence, like a butterfly, finds wings,
New heights can reach to teach us many things -
Dreams forward look, hearts share emotions strong.
Ease of mind we find, - no right, no wrong, -
Reduced is tension, as when bell joy rings
New love with bridal pair together, brings
Empathy, understanding, vision long.
Sensitivity feels 'I belong',
Sees, confident, a future free from strings,
Free from aggression, - Time's unpleasant stings
Outlawed are, all turns tenderness, strong.
Rose without a thorn, light fair and clear,
may guide our way each day, each month, each year.
25 July 2001
Touching Tendrils poem © Jonathan Robin
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He Understands, She Feels
HE UNDERSTANDS, SHE FEELS
He understands what she must feel
after these years.
The hurt her heart cannot conceal,
the bitter tears.
Her letters, love and life reveal
fond hopes, dread fears.
Sincerity in her appeal
his shame appears
to blacken, circumstance did steal
Love’s light with shears
of selfishness, which purpose peel
from life, which wears
without it. Loneliness congeals
the blood, all smears
with ugly washes, - woe, no weal.
Yet when cloud clears
for her forgiveness he shall kneel.
But now, all blears.
Painful solitude seems to seal
the past, so dear,
from joy, and in its place, drear deal,
sets hurt’s sharp spears,
which wound when memories unreel.
Despite the tears,
may future happiness yet heal
those wasted years!
7 August 1980 revised 4 July 2007 robi3_0170_robi3_0000 previously entitled I Understand, You Feel
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Once more unto the [B]Reach, Dear Friends
Once more extend your reach, fair friend, revise!
None who on laurels stand can raise praised bay,
Charm birds from trees however hard pen tries,
Enraptured, keep time's creeping lines at bay.
Moreover meaning may with each revision
Open more windows, clearer writer link
Reader who shows often indecision,
Ease seeks through white write black and blue true [th]ink.
Unto the breach once more, make mind outreach,
Nuances shading, fading froth away,
Turning potter's wheel words' clay to teach
Oncoming generations of their Way.
THE gem, once polished, one more chance deserves,
REACH out, revise, streamline rhyme's sinews, curves.
[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet ONCE MORE UNTO THE REACH written 8 June 2008 robi3_1390_robi3_0000 AWX_IXX
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