Ink Links Inklings
INK LINKS INKLINGS
Ink from inklings flows
weaving tapestry,
understanding grows,
rejecting falsity.
Monochromatic glow’s
innate harmony
kaleidoscopic shows
serendipity.
Image imago
instantaneously
enlightenment bestows,
imagination free.
Impressions’ unity
scorns ambiguity.
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FROM INK TO INKLINGS
From ink to inklings visions flow
to stitch life's tapestry and sow
seeds which obscurity reject
as search for light owes slight respect
to monochromes which seldom show
more than man thinks he needs to know
or throw as viewpoint to reject
the inklings others' inks project.
So when one writes on rags to glow
upon a screen ensure thoughts throw
no jealous shadow yet protect
true principles few should forget.
Concluding couplet signs a smile
to mystic storm's intense sense style.
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From Ink to Inklings
FROM INK TO INKLINGS
From ink to inklings visions flow
to stitch life's tapestry and sow
seeds which obscurity reject
as search for light owes slight respect
to monochromes which seldom show
more than man thinks he needs to know
or throw as viewpoint to reject
the inklings others' inks project.
So when one writes on rags to glow
upon a screen ensure thoughts throw
no jealous shadow yet protect
true principles few should forget.
Concluding couplet signs a smile
to mystic storm's intense sense style.
© Jonathan Robin sonnet written 27 December 2006
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Ink Links Inklings
Ink from inklings flows
weaving tapestry,
understanding grows,
rejecting falsity.
Monochromatic glow’s
innate harmony
kaleidoscopic shows
serendipity.
Image imago
instantaneously
enlightenment bestows,
imagination free.
Impressions’ unity
scorns ambiguity.
See also:
From Ink to Inklings 20061227
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One moment alone
translates [th]inklings' impression
far too few can clone
haiku by Jonathan Robin (16 September 2007)
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Pictogram [qu]inklings
unwrinkle chapter and verse,
s[h]owing soul sprinklings
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Tight Corners Turned Empower
Times of trouble sponge solutions new,
Intuition inks in what seemed blank.
Grief is patient. Joy greets the dawn to thank
Hope for fresh sparks where all appeared askew.
The challenge unchains energy which through
Creative insight borrows from of the bank
Of inner strength, experience one once drank,
Retained within the brain, respewed on cue,
New inklings spliced with instincts tried and true.
Errors past forge futre force if frank,
Reproachless one stays, not destructive crank.
Sincerity succeeds if luck smiles too.
Turned, tight corners open vistas which
Empower options which advances stitch.
(20 August 1992 /acrostic sonnet - Tight Corners Turned Empower)
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Empowerment
Times of trouble sponge solutions new,
Insight inks page which once seemed whitewash blank.
Grief is patient. Joy greets the dawn to thank
Hope for fresh sparks where all once seemed askew.
The challenge unchains energy that through
Creative actions borrow from the bank
Of inner strength, experiences drank
Retained in brain, regurgitate on cue -
New inklings spliced with instincts tried and true.
Errors past forge future force if frank,
Reproachless one remains, nor closed, nor crank.
Sincerity succeeds if luck smiles too.
Turned, tight corners open vistas which
Empower options sure solutions stitch.
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acrostic sonnet - Tight Corners Turned Empower for previous version see below
Tight Corners
Times of trouble sponge solutions new,
Inklings spring up, ink in what seemed blank.
Grief is patient, joy greets the dawn to thank
Hope for fresh sparks where all appeared askew.
The challenge unchains energy which through
Creative insight borrows from the bank
Of inner strenght and knowled which, once drank,
Retained within the brain was, then, on cue,
New-born did blossom: instinct tried and true.
Errors past forge future force if frank,
Reproachless one remains, and not a crank.
Sincerity succeeds if luck smiles too.
Tight corners prove the mettle of the soul,
Cast off all doubts, rewards you’ll reap, not dole.
20 August 1992
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Flow need not 'know
FLOW NEED NOT 'KNOW'
Abstract seems role-reversal, wrong
tack, off the tracks, emotions vented,
sore, flawed, unscored or scorning song,
cacophany to be prevented.
Flow need not 'know', for verse glows strong
with dream domain's home-truths presented.
Blank rant is rarely found among
felicities that Chance has scented,
blooming spontaneously along
lightwaves braving represented
barriers, blocks, constraints headstrong.
Brain's hard disc must be defragmented.
Talent - too misrepresented -
mistrusts far edge bars implemented.
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Flow need not 'know'
Self tack take back or Right brain wrong
reacts with rant, emotions vented,
while Left behind scene stitch scores song
which out of tune may be prevented.
Flow need not 'know', for verse glows strong
if from within the truth's presented,
thought's rarely random, caught among
the lines of inklings Chance has scented,
should bloom spontaneously along
lightwaves braving represented
barriers, limits, blocks, constraints headstrong.
Brain's hard disc must be defragmented.
Talent - oft misrepresented -
mistrusts emotions implemented.
18 February 2010
Flow need not 'know' poem © Jonathan Robin
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Single State
SINGLE STATE
Single state seems seemly, some souls state,
Abjuring all alliance alternate,
Never needing Nature, and abstain,
Disregarding dreams, dates don’t dare deign.
Repent rash ruminations, renovate
Impressions icy. Inklings, if innate,
Now need no neutral notices inane.
Enthusiastic, ever entertain
Victory, - vanity vote violate.
Awakening authentic always await,
It is idealistic, intimate, -
Life linking loves longstanding, lusting lain.
Last lines, laggard, leeway leave, laugh late.
A-muse-sing_ly Noting, Then abate.
28 October 1992
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Crossed Lines
Here inklings linking lines of thought
are threaded neatly, simply brought
to heel, reined in, discreetly taught
to underscore ideas. Here’s sought
communication vectors caught
in lightning insight flash, both short,
coherent, to the point! ... Now ought
I not recall what I meant to write about?
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Rhyme Rant on Prose Rants
RHYME RANT ON PROSE RANTS
Prose which with capitals would rant
against pet hate, for favoured cause
is often filled with fatal flaws,
or pays attention far too scant
to harmony, stays ignorant
of rhythm which enhances, draws
skein polychrome. Its pointed jaws
restrict free scope increasing cant,
seldom perceived as elegant.
True poet purity implores
to etch, to sketch, to open doors
upon perspective which prose [r]ant
encounters rarely where it roams
on well trod trails of barren tomes.
3 December 2007
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Freewill's Wings Unfurl Soft Feathers
Boisterous bluebells blow below
circumnavigating cloud,
seem springboard for fair fancies' flow
as maiden far from urban crowd
follows creative inklings so
tempting, that translate aloud
as urge to surge, to grow, to glow,
advance towards flight, head unbowed,
unfurl soft feathers, forwards go,
slough trammels, soar aloft, endowed
with freewill's wings which, rich, soon show
hesitation disallowed.
Pristine robe globe orbits, woe,
trials, tribulations disavowed,
new bluebell fields would worldwide sow.
True nature's innocent, unploughed.
As light as gossamer, first slow,
then faster, faster, aims unshroud
all mind finds it needs to know
to seed dreams freed from vertigo.
8 May 2010
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Lost is Found
Think! Colour reels night’s shrouds from morning sky.
Metamorphosis opens chrysalid
to imagOnation’s vibration hid
by darkness which itself at last must die.
Soul slumber tuning to the light may fly,
discards discords, hard heeled angst well rid -
unneeded now, unheeded not forbid.
Inklings fountain free and answer “why”,
discover, covers closed, pressed sheets laid by.
Lost is found, as reader’s mind may bid
goodbye to weary fears and tears amid
inspiration freed, - once held back by sigh.
An ‘I’ finds gift of second sight to spread
fair wings which stretch clear spirit, steer ahead...
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End of the Road
The end of the road appears so near.
The will to win is dim, ‘tis clear,
as is the understanding things
may not improve – although the swings
and roundabouts life brings may cheer
a mirage moment when thoughts drear
are veiled, seem worst past, when dream sings
away the fears, hears fair Chance rings
the changes one would see.
Beware dream days Chance seems to cheer, -
the nights that follow double fear.
Though welcome inklings flex fresh wings
these fail as token, - broken springs.
Though mind would find an end sincere
the mirror here no change of gear
discerns as date dire direr brings.
Fate, judge and jury, sharpens stings
while Time, deceitful, pulls Life’s strings
then buries memory.
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Symbols to Song - Poets try Poetry
Poems channel syllables to song,
Opening wing valvelets which control
Each heart-string signals pulse neuronic, goal
Towards brain's keep sweep leaps synaptic throng.
Symbols swift deciphered can prolong
Triggered sensations subtle, coaxing coal
Red hot, to fiery fission, which keen soul
Yearns skeined yarns, hearts' heat, hopes fulfilling. Gong
Propagates through tympan tuning tong,
Outpours emotions. Poets share fair goal,
Expanding inklings into vision whole,
To catalyze communion, spirits strong.
Rest not upon old laurels, let fresh bays
Your spirit stir to set cold fires ablaze.
acrostic sonnet Poets Try Poetry
26 April 1990 revised 22 September 2008 ans 8 January 2012
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Poems channel syllables to song,
Opening wing valvelets which control
Each heart-string, pulse neuronic signals, bowl
Towards brain's keep, with leaps synaptic, strong.
Symbols are deciphered to prolong
Trigger sensations shimmer subtle, coal
Red hot, in fiery fission, which the soul
Yearns with more heat to fill. Think how a gong
Propagates through ear gates - tuning tong
Outpours emotions. Poets have a goal,
Expanding inklings into vision whole,
To catalyze communion, calm wrong.
Rest not upon old laurels, let fresh bays
Your spirit stir to set cold fires ablaze.
acrostic sonnet Poets Try Poetry
26 April 1990 revised 22 September 2008
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Symbols to Song - Poets try Poetry
P oems channel syllables to song,
O pening the valvelets which control
E ach heart-string, pulsing messages which bowl
T owards brain keep, with leaps synaptic, strong.
S ymbols are deciphered to prolong
T riggered sensations shimmering as coal
R ed hot, in fiery fission, which the soul
Y earns with more heat to fill. Think how a gong
P ropagates through ear gates, - tuning tong, -
O utpoured emotions. Poets have a goal,
E xpanding inklings into vision whole,
T o share the soul’s communion, mend wrong.
R est never on old laurels, let the bays
Y our spirit stir, to set cold fires ablaze...
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Our Swiftest Speed
OUR SWIFTEST SPEED
Our swiftest speed shall seed rebirth rich which
Untangles present woes, flows, grows and glows
Responding to united aims grand, sows
Shared understanding, sings of wings which hitch
WInds' destiny beyond lock, gate, or ditch.
Far stars draw near, what seemed dream now we know
That harmony grey clouds dissolves, may show
Each reach extends, heartwrending trends mends. Rich
STream forward surges, wards off cares, hands stitch
Seamless serendipity, shall show
Place, time, need, feed no meaning, Cupid's bow
Empathy bestows that spurns sales' pitch.
Enchantment links [s]he thinks to ink delight,
Desire's twinned fires unite for future flight
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Principles of Wisdom and Wisdom of Principles
Life links experience in skeins to solve
its crucial questions before we dissolve.
Weave principles round wisdom from within
as asset principal, discarding sin.
If cause/effect equations can evolve,
through equity verse, chapter, must begin.
(c) Jonathan Robin written 22 April 2008
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Three Weeks
Week one may span eternity as Time
Effect and Cause entwine in timeless thread,
Ending endings, - sequencing sublime
Karmic conscience wakes from fountainhead.
One week begins a journey which, through rhyme,
Now overflows from fiction, looks ahead,
Extends to fact - intact can mountains climb.
Words worlds link, inklings ink and paper wed,
Expelling inconsistencies as verse,
Empowers threads whick knit what’s said, what’s read,
Knows no inhibitions, must reverse
The litanies of habit most rehearse
While heart to heart, once far apart, are lead
Over storms to calm as cares disperse.
Week three we welcome now with open arms
Each greeting each will meet sweet dreams sans dread,
Efforts rewarded soon shall be instead.
Kaleidoscopic and eternal charms
Triumph over former fears or qualms
Harmony and happiness ahead
Restore flawed confidence some chip embed,
Extend warm welcome where love on love fed, -
Ever blossoms equal, begs no alms...
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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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Etrangère
Enchanted spirit tunes to gypsy strings
To comfort share, with one who comfort brings,
Refusing closed horizons, narrow mind,
A thought repressed, or motives dark behind
Neu[t]ral spin where gin clips angel's wing.
Growth within outflies all pinionning
Excluding half-truths, full stops, alleys blind,
Responsive firefly sparkle wave will wind
Energies again, new runes to sing.
Explosion or implosion? walls may fall,
Then flatten our those lies that rose so tall,
Releasing the imagination led
Ahead to bridge the current watershed,
No darkness may the mind's momentum stall.
Growth within can channel from free-fall
Emotions rich which fact and fiction thread
Role reversal fantasies that spread
Excitement - Man was meant to fly not crawl.
Eternal longing, and reflections deep
Thus keep their promise, never cause to weep,
Rough shade provides a colour contour which
At last evolves, kaleidoscopic, rich,
Niche nears, then reappears through quantum leap.
Growth within transforms transitions. Sleep
Explains fresh paraph[r]ases and may stitch
Relationships to time and space, trace pitch
Expansion as what lost appeared we reap.
Expel all light then wait till darkness pales,
Trust harmony when all about you fails,
Remember always fluids find weak point
And 'truth will out' shall never disappoint.
Needed, hibernation knows no jails,
Growth within the chrysalis impales,
Exit imago nation, to anoint
Regal inklings, nothing out of joint,
Emphasizing trust in Way prevails.
(5 April 2005)
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Fair Untangled Poetry
FAIR garden blossoms through trust's rising sun
Uniquely satisfying inner eye
Nature's weave worlds, thriving, merge as one
Twin[n]ed symphonies of song, Time’s drum defy.
A cherry blossom spri[n]gs as h[e]aven stream
Neath rainbow bloom beads whose bouquet may bridge,
Graft, eastern ‘floating world’ to western dream,
Light bright transmuting, muting urge to fidge.
Extended gardens conquer care, wear, tear.
Digest, ingest each sound shade tone profound,
Pause, look and learn, yearn not, reach round despair -
One gleans joy harvesting rich hallowed ground.
Encounters unforeseen weave sunlit leaves,
TRY framing scene which pastures green believes …
© Jonathan Robin – acrostic sonnet written 27 April 2008
for source sonnet 28 December 2006 see below
From sunken garden into rising sun
From sunken garden into rising sun
one may transform perspectives, inner eye
flows through holistic channels, once begun
shares symphonies of song Time’s wrong defy.
The cherry blossom spri[n]gs as h[e]aven stream
bubble beads wreaths ‘neath a rainbow bridge
which links the ‘floating world’ to western dream,
white light transmuting, muting urge to fidge.
How many times may readers full of care
read, bookmark, learn, digest each sound profound,
speed, look, hark, yearn, ingest, reach round despair,
to feed from inspiration’s hallowed ground.
Encounter unforeseen weaves sunlit leaves
to set rich scene which pastures green believes …
© Jonathan Robin – sonnet written 28 December 2006
rewritten 27 April 2008 as an acrostic sonnet
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Birthday Letter for Lucinda
Let this, your eighteenth birthday, offer you
Unique joy, and understanding’s light,
Cha[lle) nging uncertainties you might
In future face tomorrow with steps true.
New horizons open up, and through
Determination, courage, sage insight, -
All needed if you wish to win the fight
Life weighs against us joy may come. Thus to
Unknown regions venture. Much to do.
Completion still awaits, true wings for flight.
In life stay true to tenets you feel right,
Never betraying principles, virtue.
Decide to use your mind and you will find
A new world welcome, - work up from behind...
© Jonathan Robin – acrostic sonnet robi3_0593_robi3_0000 LUCINDA written 5 August 1992
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