Mantis and Chameleon Combined
MANTIS AND CHAMELEON COMBINED
Mantis and chameleon combined
In sorrow-smile strange siren spectrum sings.
Rainbow surface spins unfathomed rings,
Intense emotions stirs. Heart, unassigned,
Awaits soft spell but enters hell, won't bind.
Much time is wasted, time whose acid stings
Must dreams dissolve, naught solve. Vain vampire wings
Each night takes flight, though fantasy, resigned,
No spice retains, scope wanes as hopes unwind.
Defensive moats must lapse, emotions bring
Ease, understanding, joy in everything,
Serenity with sharing redefined.
Mobility of spirit and of mind
Must self-acceptance learn, fears leave behind.
30 October 2001 revised 25 April 2009
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Mantis and Chameleon Combined poem (c) Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mantis Oh! Green Mantis....
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen ants?
Yes, I have seen armies, on march in the fields
Carrying food to stores
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be carried away!
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen antlions?
Yes I have seen many, lurking in their pits
Throwing up sand at times
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be thrown sand anyway!
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen elephants?
Yes, I have seen herds, nibbling in the woods
Blowing nose at times
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be blown off anyway!
Mantis Oh! green mantis
Have you ever seen us babes?
Yes, I have seen groups, of you naughty kids
Chasing butterflies
But I do always keep away
Or I would also be chased away!
poem by Dr PJ Raj Kamal
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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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See ‘Tenderness For’ previous version below
‘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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Fresh Dimensions
Magic passion lifts aloft life’s song,
as love's light flexes butterfly-bright wings,
unchains hope's scope, reclaims aims' heartfelt rings,
dreams forward stream, finds feelings fair and strong.
Enigmas are resolved - false right, true wrong -
curb rash rush to judgement, insight brings
on innate understanding, softly sings
revealing fresh dimensions where “belong”
real empathy may entertain, prolong.
Invite proactive flight free from kite strings,
exile Time’s agression, salve past stings -
response sees through all torture-mirage tongs
attains new plane where each from each learns much,
spins sentiments meant to enhance shared touch.
10 June 2006 revised 18 May 2008 for previous version see below
Breathless passion lifts aloft life’s song,
Existence flexes butterfly-bright wings,
Leads to true aims attained, - unchained heart rings
Ideal dream’s forward stream, finds feelings strong.
No preconceptions air false right, true wrong,
Dare rush to judgement, for fresh insight brings
An innate understanding as scope sings
Boundless expansion where the word “belong”
Empathy may entertain, prolong.
Leave Time’s agression, all unpleasant stings,
Invite proactive flight free from kite strings.
New doors lead into sharing far from nong!
Draw inspiration to enhance and cheer
A reach where each from each learns vision clear.
10 June 2006
Fresh Dimensions Poem © Jonathan Robin
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Life A Chemeleon
The whole life a chameleon
Changing its colour time to time
Sometimes it looks like a neon
Sometimes it dull like a crime;
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
We all are actors
act time to time
Sometimes factors
sometimes crime
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
it was a time
when we are small, Don't know;
who is small
who is tall
now we grown,
able to understand our profit or loss;
after that we will become older
very dependent, very oblivision;
sans emotion sans fellings,
it damages, sans drilling,
it is fade colour of our life;
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
poem by Prashant Hooda
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At First Sight
Before false interferences twist mind,
distort perceptions caught, one ought to try
to focus clearly, spirit satisfy,
sharing impressions which should never die
while magic taps into soul’s spring to bind
one day’s events to sense. Here's underlined
empathy with which all identify,
walls fall, emotions' limitless supply.
One chance glance dance askance left half-truth, lie.
Replete with red rose, awed, decor refined,
two former strangers kismet met, good-bye
forever was forgotten as July
supplanted January on the sly.
Earth's seasons topsy-turvy turned as eye
encountered eye which rich dreams decked behind
blocks' veil to comfort karma pre-designed.
Charmed pair shared earth, air, water, fire, entwined,
rebirth freed from dearth's desert dusty, dry.
27 October 1990 revised1 7 June 1991 3 May 2005 and
0 January 2012 for previous version see below
Once in a lifetime favoured few may find
such inspiration words can’t even try
to pin down, predefine, or qualify,
limit, understate or question why,
scorn karma as coincidence or lie.
Yesterday, by more than chance, I dined
across from eyes whose energies unwind,
sensed shocks synaptic instantly defy
Time itself, felt souls electrify.
Here differences dissolved, fears undermined.
That first glance opened understanding. Blind
before ‘one’ must have been, with every tie
from gravity released, - no low, no high -
as everywhere twinned spirits teamed, naught awry.
Base substance shed, trite trammels left behind,
We walked on air, all purer felt, refined,
senses swam, consumed - hedged bets unwind -
completion's joy few mortals quantify.
The message all embraced and somehow signed
dimensions new whose rainbow hues deny
time and space, displace doubts, multiply
empathy, empowering wings to fly.
Magnified magnficence might find
its place in all, for all was redefined ~
impression that itself was heightened by
acceptance shared, that nothing could deny.
That message understanding underlined.
No need for questions, no need for reply, ~
answers sprang spontaneous to apply
bright lining, insight to identify
the meaning of the universe, to bind
its discords into harmony aligned,
no strain no reinn no pain, sight cleared, thereby
abolishing all need to feed ‘how? ’, ‘why? ’
Like lightning current passed. Two intertwined,
upwards spiralled seven heavens high,
each could discover, reach, personify
both peace, release, within a soul-storm’s eye.
Within this ‘vortext’ top-like spun some kind
of symphony ~ enchantment predefined ~
responding, permeating all ~ as “myâ€
no sense retained, drained out by inner eye.
We weightless whirled while everything combined
in all, through all, dimensions ~ instant tie.
Past ~ mirage pale ~ shed to transmogrify
emotions' surges, sudden signify
end to beginnings. Soul to soul could bind,
race, face much more than base touch, leave behind
waste walls, taste joys which logic strict defy.
Apart from all, yet part of all felt I!
It seemed imagination, - much maligned,
by most as tinted outpost for a lie -
was in true colours seen as empty sigh -
a monochrome excuse or alibi
compared with glory storybook devined
that far outshines words' narrow worlds purblind.
Enlightenment at last could testify
to well-spring wonder's spell swell, never dry.
We shared intense impressions counter-signed
by marvelment, as interactive high
engraved emotions, inklings, on the fly,
Rhyme’s splendour fans reflections, spans earth, sky,
touched, as it were, by karma to unwind
in every thought and everything, shared mind.
Allied perceptions alter for the best
our reach on life as here pen comes to rest.
Before vague interferences the mind
distorts, today’s perceptions twists, I’ll try
to focus clearly, spirit satisfy,
sharing impressions which should never die
while magic taps into soul’s spring to bind
the day’s events to sense, as underlined
emotions are which all identify
as Jericho walls fallen, joy supply.
Once in a lifetime lucky few may find
such inspiration words can’t even try
to pin down, predefine, or qualify,
limit, understate or question why,
scorn karma as coincidence or lie.
Yesterday, by more than chance, I dined
across from eyes whose energies unwind,
felt shock synaptic instantly defy
Time itself, to soul electrify.
That first glance opened understanding. Blind
before ‘one’ must have been as every tie
to gravity dissolved, - no low, no high -
while everywhere the spirit seemed to fly.
Base substance shed, trite trammels left behind,
I walked on air, all purer felt, refined,
senses swam, consumed, reborn, as I
complete, broke surface, - joy none quantify.
The message all embraced and somehow signed
dimensions new of rainbow hue, thereby
offering a space to multiply
intuitions none can qualify.
Magnified magnficence did find
its place in all, as all was redefined ~
impression that itself was heightened by
acceptance shared, which nothing need deny
The message understanding underlined.
No need for questions, no need for reply, ~
answers sprang spontaneous to apply
a lining bright to help identify
the meaning of the universe, to bind
its discords into harmony aligned
as limits disappeared, sight cleared, thereby
abolishing all need for ‘how ’ and ‘why’.
Like lightning current passed. Two intertwined,
upwards spiralled seven heavens high,
each could discover, reach, personify
both peace, release, within a soul-storm’s eye.
Within this ‘vortext’ top-like spun some kind
of harmony ~ unseen yet predefined ~
responding, permeating all, ~ as “myâ€
no sense retained, swept out by inner eye.
We weightless whirled while everything combined
in all, through all, dimensions ~ instant tie.
Past ~ mirage pale ~ shed to transmogrify
emotion surges, sudden signify
end to beginnings. Soul to soul could bind
with so much more than base touch, leave behind
all walls, felt joy which logic strict defy.
Apart from all, yet part of all felt I!
It seemed imagination, - much maligned,
by most as tinted outpost for a lie -
was in true colours seen as empty sigh -
a monochrome excuse or alibi
compared with glory storybook devined
that far outshines this narrow world purblind.
Enlightenment at last could testify
to well-spring joy which never would run dry.
We shared intense impressions counter-signed
by wonderment, as interactive high
engraved emotions, inklings, on the fly,
Rhyme’s splendour fans reflections, spans earth, sky,
touched, as it were, by karma to unwind
in every thought and everything, the mind.
These shared perceptions alter for the best
our reach on life as here pen comes to rest.
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(27 October 1990 revised17 June 1991 and 3 May 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Double Bind
The book of Life too soon is signed
away, as to eternity
all vain pretentions are resigned,
few dare discover secret key
unlocking cipher which behind
the letters here or there that we
may string together – for mankind
has other claims, priority.
For Cause, Effect, in double bind
united are – and who’d be free
from one the other meets behind
the veil through which few mortals see.
Complexity’s thus intertwined
with what appears simplicity -
yet some solutions groomed may bind
to tomb the doomed had thought to flee.
No culture code or time-line twined
with cant restraints can ever be
maintained for long, life’s dice remind
contentment knows no prepaid fee,
no cash-and-carry cheque combined
with D.N.A. for passage free
accorded some, - the rest, resigned,
monopolizing misery.
There is no fate which, pre-defined,
MUST circumscribe life’s destiny,
or cheese for some, for others rind
to gnaw while stretching sanity
beyond the limits humankind
should tolerate, while vanity -
inanity – must soon unwind
its substance rotting on life’s tree.
When I was born I woke to find
a world in bloom, but lived to see
the flowers fade. Death came, unkind.
May joys not jade, nor love, for thee.
Beyond Time’s dark, incessant, grind,
find ways with creativity
to soar, explore, - scope redesigned -
rejecting blind conformity.
The moral here is underlined: -
play for the day, meet what will be
with open heart and open mind, -
sufficient flexibility,
to see Chance is not undermined,
that every opportunity
may lead beyond bare alley blind
towards serenity.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Poetical Triptych Trick Trip
POETICAL TRIPTYCH TRICK TRIP
I
Poetry is metamorphosis
Of heart and mind combined, -
Emotions surge to urge osmosis,
To merge what ‘chance’ can find
Revealed behind blind synthesis
Yoking letters neatly lined.
II
Poetry is music by another name,
Or in some manner harmony applied,
Explaining day to day occurrences supplied
To offer eurythmic interpretation game
Responding with logic on magic patter[n] frame.
Yet the alphabetic formula hid inside
Enables one to say one’s peace, with self confide
Much which must, ecstatic, “out”. Emotion’s flame
Outpours feelings plastic, amoeba-like to claim
The victim of elastic interplay to guide
Instincts in search of prey. But, pray, what when the tide
Of energy harmonic falters, who’s to blame?
Not soul but spirit enters into print,
Sends signals out which others’ glasses tint.
III
Poetry: alphabetical exercise linguistical
Overcoming excess, slick success stylistical,
Excluding artifice artistical, puny puristical,
To create with comprehensive characteristical
Respect for rythm, rhyme and meaning meta-magic mystical -
Yet melting emotions alchemistical.
11 September 1995 revised 23 May 2008
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Poetical Triptych Trick Trip poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRIPTYCH STITCH SANDWICH TRIP TIP
S[w]ing...Heart'S....String
Thoughts.Ch arT......These
In............TempI......Ideas
Taut....... .InstanT....Tempting
Click........TantriC.....Chic
Hear........ SandwicH.Here
triple acrostic written 22 November 2006 revised 23 May 2008
Triptych Stitch Sandwich Trip Tip poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP
String on Heart’s skeinS,
Threads tie, Cast, kniT!
In time, Train I
Taut pins In, ouT,
Click clack. TantriC -
Heaven Sends sigH
14 May 1996
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Triptych Stitch Trip poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP II
S[tr]ing...H eart’S
Thought C harT
In...........T empI
Taut.......I nstanT
Click......T antriC -
Here......S andwicH
triple acrostic
22 November 2006
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Triptych Stitch Trip II poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRYPTICH
Drip, drip, drip, slip trip
trickle ignores Time’s sickle
drop, drop, dropp crypt..tic
24 October 2006 revised 23 May 2008
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Tryptich poem © Jonathan Robin
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Message
Before wan weight of waiting worms one's mind
to karma and coincidence thoughts fly,
to Cause, Effect, in search to satisfy
the need to understand joy underlined
encountered in eyes' sapphire welcome kind.
Fey glance fantastic Styx hex could belie,
would heart and spirit soul electify.
This message warmed, enflamed, consumed: thus blind
before one must have been who would defy
the laws which most to gravity still tie.
Shedding base substance, purity refined
aired excitement trammels left behind.
Senses swam, delights Time's thralls deny
surfing through perfumed light none can descry.
The message all embraced, and underlined
significance the senses satisfy
as sentiments thought conscious magnify
to a degree undreamt of by mankind.
Impressions were so heightened hope could find
ease, all answered, thence identify
the meaning of the universe thereby.
Like lightening current passed. With wings aligned,
soul swept the air full seven heavens high,
within a vortex top-like sucked. How? Why?
Its spinning harmony what earthly mind
has illustrated? Unseen and undefined
yet omnipresent, all else empty lie.
Soul starwards starwards soared with an ecstatic cry.
I freer, lighter, felt as two combined
Earth’s atoms in a trice, in timeless tie,
emotions felt which seemed to signify
implicit trust which soul to soul could bind.
I nowhere stood, with all was intertwined,
all understood which logic could defy,
apart from, yet part of all was I!
I could not think Fate would be so unkind
as thus to tempt two hearts and then fall shy
of unity where twinned souls’ sole reply
could flash as understanding pre-divined,
enlightenment, whose limits, undefined,
would as the oceans’ depths thus testify
its fount in well-spring which could ne’er run dry.
If then, dear heart, this verse you chance to find,
and turn towards it with deep-seeing eye,
think we are twins, may back together fly.
In strangest ways may Destiny unwind.
Joy comet-like, lights hopes, awakens mind,
frontiers defies, flares far flung splendorous sky,
horizons beckon beacon bright, won't die.
(27 October 1990 revised 17 June 1991 and 14 October 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Triptych Stitch Trip
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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP
String on Heart’s skeinS,
Threads tie, Cast, kniT!
In time, Train I
Taut pins In, ouT,
Click clack. TantriC -
Heaven Sends sigH
14 May 1996
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Triptych Stitch Trip poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP II
S[tr]ing...H eart’S
Thought C harT
In...........T empI
Taut.......I nstanT
Click......T antriC -
Here......S andwicH
triple acrostic
22 November 2006
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Triptych Stitch Trip II poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRIPTYCH STITCH SANDWICH TRIP TIP
S[w]ing...Heart'S....String
Thoughts.Ch arT......These
In............TempI......Ideas
Taut....... .InstanT....Tempting
Click........TantriC.....Chic
Hear........ SandwicH.Here
triple acrostic written 22 November 2006 revised 23 May 2008
Triptych Stitch Sandwich Trip Tip poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRYPTI CH
Drip, drip, drip, slip trip
trickle ignores Time’s sickle
drop, drop, dropp crypt..tic
24 October 2006 revised 23 May 2008
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Tryptich poem © Jonathan Robin
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POETICAL TRIPTYCH TRICK TRIP
I
Poetry is metamorphosis
Of heart and mind combined, -
Emotions surge to urge osmosis,
To merge what ‘chance’ can find
Revealed behind blind synthesis
Yoking letters neatly lined.
II
Poetry is music by another name,
Or in some manner harmony applied,
Explaining day to day occurrences supplied
To offer eurythmic interpretation game
Responding with logic on magic patter[n] frame.
Yet the alphabetic formula hid inside
Enables one to say one’s peace, with self confide
Much which must, ecstatic, “out”. Emotion’s flame
Outpours feelings plastic, amoeba-like to claim
The victim of elastic interplay to guide
Instincts in search of prey. But, pray, what when the tide
Of energy harmonic falters, who’s to blame?
Not soul but spirit enters into print,
Sends signals out which others’ glasses tint.
III
Poetry: alphabetical exercise linguistical
Overcoming excess, slick success stylistical,
Excluding artifice artistical, puny puristical,
To create with comprehensive characteristical
Respect for rythm, rhyme and meaning meta-magic mystical -
Yet melting emotions alchemistical.
11 September 1995 revised 23 May 2008
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Chameleon? Me? No!
A chameleon? Me? No!
But I have appeared on scenes,
Unseen.
Ignored...
And not directly disrespected.
Unless someone regarded me as a pesty insect.
And someone named Jackson...
In my youth did me like that.
A bitter woman that lack attraction.
A chameleon? Me? No!
But I have appeared on scenes,
Unseen.
Not that others were being mean.
I'm not one to call attention to myself.
If it is given,
What can I say?
Go away?
I've tried that before!
It doesn't work.
Then I'm considered a complete jerk.
An egomaniac with insecurities.
A chameleon?
Me?
No!
I don't choose or wish to be.
Nor is that need inside of me.
I just love who it is I am.
With a love of life I experience.
And if others see that differently?
What about that can I really say?
Don't do it like that...
Do that my way?
There is too much to digest.
Too much life I have not lived yet.
To make confessions,
Of how I wished I had lived my life?
The way I 'could' have lived it.
And did that to my delight!
A chameleon?
Me?
No!
'Me' know just 'me' and that's it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Triptych Stitch Sandwich Trip Tip
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TRIPTYCH STITCH SANDWICH TRIP TIP
S[w]ing...Heart'S....String
Thoughts.Ch arT......These
In............TempI......Ideas
Taut....... .InstanT....Tempting
Click........TantriC.....Chic
Hear........ SandwicH.Here
triple acrostic written 22 November 2006 revised 23 May 2008
Triptych Stitch Sandwich Trip Tip poem © Jonathan Robin
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP
String on Heart’s skeinS,
Threads tie, Cast, kniT!
In time, Train I
Taut pins In, ouT,
Click clack. TantriC -
Heaven Sends sigH
14 May 1996
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Triptych Stitch Trip poem © Jonathan Robin
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP II
S[tr]ing...H eart’S
Thought C harT
In...........T empI
Taut.......I nstanT
Click......T antriC -
Here......S andwicH
triple acrostic
22 November 2006
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Triptych Stitch Trip II poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRYPTICH
Drip, drip, drip, slip trip
trickle ignores Time’s sickle
drop, drop, dropp crypt..tic
24 October 2006 revised 23 May 2008
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Tryptich poem © Jonathan Robin
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
POETICAL TRIPTYCH TRICK TRIP
I
Poetry is metamorphosis
Of heart and mind combined, -
Emotions surge to urge osmosis,
To merge what ‘chance’ can find
Revealed behind blind synthesis
Yoking letters neatly lined.
II
Poetry is music by another name,
Or in some manner harmony applied,
Explaining day to day occurrences supplied
To offer eurythmic interpretation game
Responding with logic on magic patter[n] frame.
Yet the alphabetic formula hid inside
Enables one to say one’s peace, with self confide
Much which must, ecstatic, “out”. Emotion’s flame
Outpours feelings plastic, amoeba-like to claim
The victim of elastic interplay to guide
Instincts in search of prey. But, pray, what when the tide
Of energy harmonic falters, who’s to blame?
Not soul but spirit enters into print,
Sends signals out which others’ glasses tint.
III
Poetry: alphabetical exercise linguistical
Overcoming excess, slick success stylistical,
Excluding artifice artistical, puny puristical,
To create with comprehensive characteristical
Respect for rythm, rhyme and meaning meta-magic mystical -
Yet melting emotions alchemistical.
11 September 1995 revised 23 May 2008
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IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIII
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Triptych Stitch Trip II
TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP II
S[tr]ing...H eart’S
Thought C harT
In...........T empI
Taut.......I nstanT
Click......T antriC -
Here......S andwicH
triple acrostic
22 November 2006
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TRIPTYCH STITCH TRIP III
StitcH Heart’S SheatH HaS StretcH
TiC CaughtT ToC, CharT TerrifiC.
I treaT ThaI, InspecT TmumulI IntacT
TsunamI, InstanT Typhoon, I ImparT TempI,
ChanT TheatriC CasT TantriC ComplimenT.
Here’S SketcH. HopeS SearcH H[e]avenS
15 December 2006
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Triptych Stitch Trip III poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP
String on Heart’s skeinS,
Threads tie, Cast, kniT!
In time, Train I
Taut pins In, ouT,
Click clack. TantriC -
Heaven Sends sigH
14 May 1996
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TRIPTYCH STITCH SANDWICH TRIP TIP
S[w]ing...Heart'S....String
Thoughts.Ch arT......These
In............TempI......Ideas
Taut....... .InstanT....Tempting
Click........TantriC.....Chic
Hear........ SandwicH.Here
triple acrostic written 22 November 2006 revised 23 May 2008
Triptych Stitch Sandwich Trip Tip poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRYPTI CH
Drip, drip, drip, slip trip
trickle ignores Time’s sickle
drop, drop, dropp crypt..tic
24 October 2006 revised 23 May 2008
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Tryptich poem © Jonathan Robin
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POETICAL TRIPTYCH TRICK TRIP
I
Poetry is metamorphosis
Of heart and mind combined, -
Emotions surge to urge osmosis,
To merge what ‘chance’ can find
Revealed behind blind synthesis
Yoking letters neatly lined.
II
Poetry is music by another name,
Or in some manner harmony applied,
Explaining day to day occurrences supplied
To offer eurythmic interpretation game
Responding with logic on magic patter[n] frame.
Yet the alphabetic formula hid inside
Enables one to say one’s peace, with self confide
Much which must, ecstatic, “out”. Emotion’s flame
Outpours feelings plastic, amoeba-like to claim
The victim of elastic interplay to guide
Instincts in search of prey. But, pray, what when the tide
Of energy harmonic falters, who’s to blame?
Not soul but spirit enters into print,
Sends signals out which others’ glasses tint.
III
Poetry: alphabetical exercise linguistical
Overcoming excess, slick success stylistical,
Excluding artifice artistical, puny puristical,
To create with comprehensive characteristical
Respect for rythm, rhyme and meaning meta-magic mystical -
Yet melting emotions alchemistical.
11 September 1995 revised 23 May 2008
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Triptych Stitch Trip III
TRIPTYCH STITCH TRIP III
StitcH Heart’S SheatH HaS StretcH
TiC CaughtT ToC, CharT TerrifiC.
I treaT ThaI, InspecT TmumulI IntacT
TsunamI, InstanT Typhoon, I ImparT TempI,
ChanT TheatriC CasT TantriC ComplimenT.
Here’S SketcH. HopeS SearcH H[e]avenS
15 December 2006
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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP
String on Heart’s skeinS,
Threads tie, Cast, kniT!
In time, Train I
Taut pins In, ouT,
Click clack. TantriC -
Heaven Sends sigH
14 May 1996
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TRIPTYCH ST....ITCH TRIP II
S[tr]ing...H eart’S
Thought C harT
In...........T empI
Taut.......I nstanT
Click......T antriC -
Here......S andwicH
triple acrostic
22 November 2006
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Triptych Stitch Trip II poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRIPTYCH STITCH SANDWICH TRIP TIP
S[w]ing...Heart'S....String
Thoughts.Ch arT......These
In............TempI......Ideas
Taut....... .InstanT....Tempting
Click........TantriC.....Chic
Hear........ SandwicH.Here
triple acrostic written 22 November 2006 revised 23 May 2008
Triptych Stitch Sandwich Trip Tip poem © Jonathan Robin
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TRYPTI CH
Drip, drip, drip, slip trip
trickle ignores Time’s sickle
drop, drop, dropp crypt..tic
24 October 2006 revised 23 May 2008
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Tryptich poem © Jonathan Robin
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POETICAL TRIPTYCH TRICK TRIP
I
Poetry is metamorphosis
Of heart and mind combined, -
Emotions surge to urge osmosis,
To merge what ‘chance’ can find
Revealed behind blind synthesis
Yoking letters neatly lined.
II
Poetry is music by another name,
Or in some manner harmony applied,
Explaining day to day occurrences supplied
To offer eurythmic interpretation game
Responding with logic on magic patter[n] frame.
Yet the alphabetic formula hid inside
Enables one to say one’s peace, with self confide
Much which must, ecstatic, “out”. Emotion’s flame
Outpours feelings plastic, amoeba-like to claim
The victim of elastic interplay to guide
Instincts in search of prey. But, pray, what when the tide
Of energy harmonic falters, who’s to blame?
Not soul but spirit enters into print,
Sends signals out which others’ glasses tint.
III
Poetry: alphabetical exercise linguistical
Overcoming excess, slick success stylistical,
Excluding artifice artistical, puny puristical,
To create with comprehensive characteristical
Respect for rythm, rhyme and meaning meta-magic mystical -
Yet melting emotions alchemistical.
11 September 1995 revised 23 May 2008
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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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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Respite
Seek not in sect soul’s quest for quick relief
as narrow road leads to, from, narrow mind,
open tracks which back up tacks to find
respite till Search and Way unite as whole.
None need to feed from need to fire fame’s coal,
match flame with aim in game to leave behind
the past, for first IS last, draws double bind.
Reject temptation’s superficial role,
lip-service lending simply to control
disparities that, poles apart, unwind
when tenets tested cannot be combined
with sentiments sustained, coherent goal.
If puzzle pieces of their own accord
can fit, ‘tis writ, - if not, await reward.
22 March 2005 revised sonnet version 1 December 2006
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AN ANSWER?
Seek not in sect the answer to lost soul
As narrow road leads into narrow mind.
Make most of opportunity to find
A way to join both Search and Way made whole.
None need to feed from need to fire the coal,
To spark the flame which burns the Past behind,
Heed intuitions, harmony, to bind
All pattern parts, let inner knots unwind...
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The Beautiful Changes
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turns
Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you
Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.
The beautiful changes as a forest is changed
By a chameleon's tuning his skin to it;
As a mantis, arranged
On a green leaf, grows
Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves
Any greenness is greener than anyone knows.
Your hands hold roses always in a way that says
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and Thing's selves for a second finding, to lose
For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.
poem by Richard Wilbur
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Reluctant
RELUCTANT
Much need to feed, reluctant to be fed,
A paradox where intellect detracts.
Unlocking former fears dulls doubt’s attacks,
Desire draws trumps, lumps crumple, heart instead
Exposes double bind behind mind led
Combatting déjà vu's stark whites and blacks.
One wonders why self-confidence she lacks
Regarding sensuality two thread -
Rough past perhaps cost counted, mirage bled.
Idyll awaits as life's flow interacts
Exchanging sentiments, repairing cracks,
Response, reactions spurned, tunes heart to head.
As nurture helps true sentiments take root,
Seed sown may blossom, fair boughs bear full fruit.
Mediocrity can’t be her cup of tea.
Alert intelligence seems well aware
Urge to expand won't simply stop and stare,
Doubts must flout through shared transparency
Exploring wave lengths to which few can key.
Control, when role-reversed helps heart prepare
Open options, sloughs defensive layer,
Refutes old walls, heeds shackled spirit’s plea.
Renascent quest for self-acceptancy
Inhibitions shed is inner prayer -
Emancipation, self-fulfilling dare -
Requires heart’s hopes stir mind’s integrity
Affording comfort outside status quo,
So happiness may shared emotions know.
21 July 2004 revised 15 October 2008
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Reluctant
Need to feed, reluctant to be fed,
Is paradox where intellect attracts.
Comb[in]ing 'cause/effect' for hidden tracks
Opens patterns which help thInk ahead.
Leaving double bind behind, mind's led
Away from déjà vu's stark whites and blacks.
Transparency and harmony she lacks
As trust now's earned - a narrow path to tread.
Years past did count the cost, by mirages bled.
Look forward, sow, as life's flow interacts
On feelings fresh emotions mesh, - no cracks -
Reactions to response tune heart to head.
Nurtured may true sentiments take root,
Then flourish there, their boughs may bear full fruit.
Neutrality is not her cup of tea.
Intelligence creative and aware
Cannot stagnate, won't simply stop and stare.
Open mind needs visibility,
Links in to wave lengths very few can key, -
Answers which should new advance prepare -
To change dimensions, while defensive layer
At last could soften, leaving spirit free.
Yet though the quest for self discovery
Lends hope to scope to answer inner prayer
Only though self-acceptance may one dare
Respond entirely with integrity.
Never content within the status quo,
The 'why' and 'wherefore' one must ever know.
21 July 2004
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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New Directions
NEW DIRECTIONS
Why face dejection on an online page,
heart dark foreboding contest trophies lost,
misplaced rejection outlines inner cost
step on cold road stings egotistic rage.
Blind interjection seems vain sacrilege
st[r]ung from sterile code, with lies embossed,
no need for def[l]ection conscience tossed,
or rigid thought-mode - spirit’s self made cage.
Unshared reflections seldom souls engage,
can’t transfer load, translate degrees of frost.
Let go, - sow new directions, river crossed,
Where upload crafts emotions, sets fresh stage.
So nets to open source true lend an ear
Sonnets through hopes endorsed too blend, endear.
23 March 2005 revised 31 December 2008
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Path To Fresh Pastures - 1812
Time and 'Chance' have combined to undo
Intense events bred bending flame
Through causal links threading into
Unexpected departure - Time's claim
Signals null and void all the past drew-
Tread turning one head its aim.
That regrets should cascade feelings blue
Is too sad, what begun with acclaim
To tangent spins onwards to view
Unexpected alternative frame
Showing path to fresh pastures, take cue
Totally independant of blame.
The future shows rainbow, glows too
Indicating new way, may proclaim
Tale trailblazing amazing and true,
Unhindered, life never the same -
Scarlets, greens, of harmonious hue -
Touching strange, exchange change for life's game.
Those who soul-song soft-strong would pursue
In new race found profound, to reclaim
Time lost at a cost paid by few.
Universal encouragements name
Success Time shall never subdue,
Trace team winning through twinning dreams new.
Thus hope flows, scope's arrow flies true,
Inhibiting obstacles lame
Transform to spark lighting dark through
Uncertainty, troubles may tame.
Song burns bright, to light turns, earned by few,
Triumphant tomorrows proclaim.
Tide turns, finger beckons, renew
Idylls ideal and rich which enflame
Those energies longing to brew
Unlimited open refrain -
Spreading positive thoughts in its train
To cares solve, doubts dissolve - what a coup!
Termination: rebirth should ensue,
Invitation to stimulate brain
Tingling heart for fresh start, gladness grew
Uniquely entrancing, the same,
Shall expand newfoundland to review
Theme inspired, gleam seems fired, so... Adieu!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Awakening for Seasons
Alarm call signal beeps, wakes life to hope.
While vague, untidy heap stirs, seeking soap.
Above white sheets eyes peep – ‘collide a scope’
Knaps excerpt from sleep's waves, attempts to cope
Extracts dream-echoes deep which telescope
Nano half-lives, fragile figments elope.
Isolated fragments salmon-surface grope
Now mid the mind’s adjustments, knot loose rope,
Glimpse anchors dreams yet keeps thoughts in their scope.
Flashes snow sheep show, recounted hope
Of t[r]apping spring of sleep... dream’s periscope.
Rise above life's challenge slope!
SEA-change awaits as crocus, once snowbound,
SONg sings which trees decks green, gifts green to ground.
7 December 1991 revised 12 April 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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