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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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.
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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
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Taste Life's Perfume with incense kindled at the Muse's flame - Modus Vivendi
Mind bright is masked by magic, vibrant charm,
awareness keen seeks change of scene, sea change.
Unique potential seeds extensive range,
dreams space, needs time, autonomy, finds calm
extracting from life's vigour soothing balm.
Modus vivendi ventures, tests exchange,
authenticity attains, where naught seems strange,
undaunted by life's challenges, spurns qualms,
detects through radar all who might do harm
eliminating those unworthy who
mock trust, too often are unable to
add without taking more, threats to disarm.
Undeterred, rise 'far from madding crowd'
determine choice, voice deepest thoughts aloud.
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 16 April 2008 revised 20 May 2008 for previous version see below
'Maude Us Vivendi'
Magic smile masks mind behind the charm
Always aware, observant, seeking change.
Unique talents need extensive range
Dream of space, autonomy and calm
Extracting from life's vigour soothing balm.
Modus vivendi often finds it strange
As few attain an authentic exchange.
Undaunted, though, her intuition's arm
Detects by radar all who might do harm
Eliminating those unworthy who
Mock trust, and often are unable to
Add without taking more. These she'd disarm
Undeterred, far from the crowd she'd rise
DEtermined to win through to joyous skies...
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 16 April 2008
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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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Sparkling Repartee
“Sparkle between clean sheets –
intention here
second thoughts defeats.
Such charm disarms, my Dear,
succulent treats, -
invitation clear.
Form, face, one seldom meets
combined with cheer, -
past loves deletes.
There are none weary here
life’s game completes
its course till bier.”
“Bright sparkler shining clear
between the sheets
might bring date near.
Gold ring heartstrings completes
gilt edge sincere,
no guilt defeats
intentions which, sincere,
help ends meet. Sweets
enhance, my Dear,
your itch for sexy treats,
etched diamond here
for love competes.”
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Zusammen 1665 Current Version
Some dreams come true,
hand holding hand,
as one may two
e'er understand
existence wins
much joy shared whose
involvement spins
to love none lose.
Heart, once alone,
sole, craving touch,
melts dark, cold stone,
sheds fears, tears' smutch,
as Hope repairs
regrets to ring
new love that dares
reach sky, soul sing.
(24 August 2008)
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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 !
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Motivation
MOTIVATION
Motivation springs mind’s trap, ensures
Advancement far above the 'madding crowd',
Unleashes energy long disallowed.
Desire’s warm fires spur inner surge to soar
Eager prepare to pluck fair future's store,
Clearly receives sense signals strong and loud -
Muted far too long. Thus, shed grey shroud,
Accept shared lovelight kindling sparkles for
Unlimited horizons hopes restore
Despite past pain chain many might have cowed.
Exit errors! Gift of grace endowed,
Contentment finds where two, apart, stayed poor.
Magic metamorphosis provides
Chance for choice, rejoicing will abide.
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Motivation
Motivation springs the mind, helps soar
In seconds far above the 'madding crowd',
Releases energies which too long ploughed
Inclinations under, - festering sore!
Response prepares to pluck the future's store
Translating signals strong, both clear and loud -
Muted far too long - and from grey shroud
Evolve to light, which, shared, sparks kindles for
Shared adventure where each may each adore
Despite the trammels which many might have cowed?
Error is output which, with gifts endowed,
Seems to forget to share, and so stays poor.
Music through acceptance may provide
Much joy which can through rain or shine abide!
1 November 2001 revised 20062824
Motivation
Motivation springs the mind, helps soar
instantly above the 'madding crowd',
releases energies which too long ploughed
inclinations under, - festering sore.
Be prepared to pluck the future's store
interpreting implicit signals loud
to others muted, and shuck off grey shroud,
admit the light which, shared, sparks kindles for
evolution that may write fresh score
free from trammels that too many cowed.
Recognize potential, gifts endowed,
without which all stays “might have been” scope poor.
Accept that latent talent, freed, provides
the wherewithal to rise, which guides not glides...
1 November 2001
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White Sheet
White sheet resembles virgin bride,
unblemished, waiting tender hand
to st[r]oke the fire which out of hand
flares up in ph[r]ases to deride
conventions, rhyme schemes cut and dried.
Rhymed reasons often Time test stand
through feelings all may understand,
communication deep inside
soul sanctum which can't be denied
a share in wonderland while sand
still trickles, while the wedding band
runs circles round true love defied.
Both lover, writer, radiate
when, selfless, they communicate.
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for previous version entitled Sheet see below
Each sheet is like a virgin bride,
Unblemished, waiting for the hand
That st[r]okes the fires that out of hand
Flare up in ph[r]ases that deride
Conventions, rhyme schemes cut and dried.
And yet rhyme's reasons Time's test stand
As feelings all can understand
Alliterate, can't be denied!
(1 March 1995)
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Symbiotic Symphony
Slim beauty, fair hair sun-bright cloud
about her billows, surface calm
masks deep emotions, soul uncowed,
search newly blessed by soothing balm.
She wandered, lonely, through the crowd,
observing all, yet often seemed
both close and distant, head unbowed,
epitome of dreams she’d dreamed.
Sweet symbiotic symphony
awaiting liberating call,
preparing serendipity,
would nonetheless retain high wall
until discovering within
an infinite capacity
for stretching wings devoid of sin,
freed from former opacity.
Perpetual priority
protecting family until
each child - Ambre, Axel, Alice and Camille -
could thread autonomy and will
to flourish confident and be
emancipate - though never still -
from ignorance, fatuity.
Priority number two: to join
to present questions answers which
might mint fresh happiness' bright coin
a future fair, shared feelings rich
that none could question, none purloin,
an idyll oasis to stitch
nest nurturing til kids conjoin.
Deceptive calm! Her mind must try
to comprehend and then translate,
so children share, none e’er run shy
of fighting prejudice and hate.
Though world be harsh, though time swift fly,
empowered troupe she'd teach instate
an energy none misapply
true joy, fresh focus liberate.
Mistrusting superfluity
she scans horizons far beyond
face values, gilt annuity,
both mass hysteria, mass despond.
With natural ingenuity
imagination's magic wand
ingenuous spells melody
seductive that can correspond
to joy infinite - jeopardy
overcome by feelings fond.
Stupidity, conformity,
she spurns, returns to 'bas monde' frowned,
sad superficiality: -
short shrift she gives rave party round.
Unused to being understood,
her insight into others bores,
the trees she sees, ignores deadwood
non-thinkers – blinkers she abhors.
On levels few dare venture stood
pre-eminent ambitions stored
against wise day when wide walls would
implode without remorse, record
no trace of former heartache, could
advance through regions unexplored
to promised land where all for good
may blossom free with dreams restored.
Against the ‘current’ with the stream,
she seeks sweet, simple harmony,
both sunset, sunrise, inner gleam
respond in synchronicity
with heart at ease in pleasing dream
as if complementarity
flows naturally, home grown, shares beam
rewarding, hope sown harvest's key.
(24 October 1992 revised 6 November 2008
for previous version entitled Deceptive Calm see below)
Deceptive Calm
Slim beauty, dark locks in a cloud
about her billowed, surface calm
masked deep emotions, soul uncowed,
but still unblessed by soothing balm.
She wandered, lonely, through the crowd,
observing all. She always seemed
both close and distant, head unbowed,
epitome of dreams she’d dreamed.
Unused to being understood,
her insight into others bored,
the trees she saw, but not the wood,
nor could she –blinkers she abhorred.
Against the ‘current’ with the stream,
she sought sweet, simple harmony,
both sunset, sunrise, inner gleam
response – complementarity.
Priority retained: to join
to present questions answers which
might mint fresh happiness and coin
a future fair, shared feelings rich.
Deceptive calm! Her mind would try
to comprehend and then translate,
that all might share, none e’er run shy
of fighting prejudice and hate.
(24 October 1992)
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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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Ballet Lovers
Baby my
Baby. my arms
reach out to you
and enfold;
Baby I
sink into those hesitant eyes;
Baby I
feel you close
as music allows
hand in the small of your back
dizzy twirl
and then return close
short breath taken
eyes twinkle.
Baby I
feel
your thigh
rise up mine
the rustle
of your Tutu
offers too
it's caress.
Baby I
move
in dream time
and I
feel your body
offering
subtle
as your smile;
your leg
brushes up
seeking.
Baby I
move away
but too befeft
come back again
lonely like it was an eon;
and your thigh rises
having its own mind
and I complement swollen.
Baby I
dance with you
and all
flies away
as you
brush sideways
against me
exercising hidden lovers tricks
on the dance floor
and then for the lift;
I put my hand
just inside your throbbing thigh
and you rise
angel-like
on high
to fly
landing just so
deep inside my heart.
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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.
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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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I’m or Im-perfect
I'M OR IM-PERFECT
Perfection mirage often seems,
Equity protection needs.
Responsibility recedes
From cul-de-sac coercive streams.
Extrapolating god supreme
Church sectarian worry beads
To contention lead, strife breeds
Further strife, attracts extremes,
Advocates discrimative themes.
Much dogma self-defeats, or feeds
Irrationality. Who reads
Life’s conformist pressures, narrow schemes,
Yearns for alternatives, free dreams.
Acrostic Sonnet Perfect Family
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I’m or Im-perfect
Perfection is not always what it seems,
Equity protection active needs,
Responsibility as tide recedes
From open options when coercive stream
Ebbs from freedom’s tenets, to false scheme
Church led [whatever church or sect] that leads
Too often to contention, strife that breeds
Further strife despite ‘truth’ some say gleams,
Attending 'church on Sunday' here speaks reams,
Much dogma self defeats, resentment feeds.
If 'Freedom' is at stake, awake! Who reads
Life’s pressures on conforming to set themes
Yet seeks alternate avenues, fires dreams.
28 February 2005 and 3 December 2006
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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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Clap Yo Hands
Verse
Potter:
Come on, you children, gather around -
Gather around, you children.
And we will lose that evil spirit
Called the voodoo.
Nothin but trouble, if he has found,
If he has found you, children -
But you can chase the hoodoo
With the dance that you do.
Let me lead the way.
Jubilee today!
Hell never hound you;
Stamp on the ground, you children!
Come on!
Refrain
Clap-a yo hand! slap-a yo thigh!
Halleluyah! halleluyah!
Evrybody come along and join the jubilee!
Clap-a yo hand! slap-a yo thigh!
Don t you lose time! dont you lose time!
Come along-its shake yo shoes time
Now for you and me!
On the sands of time
You are only a pebble;
Remember, trouble must be treated
Just like a rebel;
Send him to the debble!
Clap-a yo hand! slap-a yo thigh!
Halleluyah! halleluyah!
Everybody come along and join the jubilee!
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Providential Headstart - Home is where the heart...
Head flies outside through joy espied,
Offers new day begun,
May side by side fore’er abide
Eternally as one.
If care’s denied tears may be dried
Sun highlights scope and fun
While soul that cried’s now healed inside
Hearts’s karmic leap is won.
Each dawn beside shared orbit’s glide
Rhymes well, joy’s never done,
Each night is eyed as welcome ride
Hand, hand, tied, ne’er undone,
Entwined, allied, with time defied,
As limits overcome
Restore bridge wide which bona fide
Teams with sweet dreams none shun …
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Music and Passion and Music
Mirrored echoes dance, shades leave behind
Upward spiral, circle higher still.
Shadow personae played out, heart and will,
Inside and out reflect hopes redefined.
Can this light true remain or wane? We find
At last trace of shared space to dreams fulfill.
Now answer Dear, do you, too, warm and chill?
Depth of feeling freed, hearts need to bind,
Passion parallel, to urge aligned,
As one, - tendril touching - surging thrill,
Sensations soothing dissonance to still
Secret fears, time's sentence purged, demined.
In gentleness soul strokes soul til release
ON wings of comfort comes, whole makes each piece.
Ph[r]ase by ph[r]ase, souls tenderly tendril,
Answer questions. Sun beneath the skin
Sensations warms, blood pulses fast to win
Satisfaction which can Trust instill.
In gentless soul strokes twin soul until
Only smiles sleep comforts, kin find kin.
No dream is this, which daylight will wear thin!
At last trace of shared space may dreams fulfill.
Now must your answer show our overspill!
Depth of feeling, harmony, begin
Mirrored dance where darkness seems a sin.
Upwards two halves united spin - no chill
Shadow portends which could kill - love unshared.
I, Charmed, disarmed, am for your smile prepared
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Reviewing the situation 2009
Moonlight on the water gleaming, nightime is the time for dreaming.
Lovers walking hand in hand, creating their own wonderland.
Sharing dreams as lovers do. dreams are better shared by two.
Sharing dreams discovering togetherness means everything
They are too young to understand fate can step in and take command.
They cannot do what they want to. It’s very sad but all too true
Circumstances altering quickly changing everything.
No longer strolling hand in hand, fate has destroyed their fairyland.
They’ve grown apart as couples do. What they have lost they can’t renew.
Although they once shared everything, that’s gone beyond recovering.
Their hopes and dreams they built on sand, without foundations cannot stand.
It’s not an easy thing to do they have no choice but to review
the situation once again..Though breaking up will cause you pain.
The dreams you shared were not in vain. You’re free to search for love again.
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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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Welcome Stranger
WELCOME STRANGER
Welcome stranger, settle bed and board,
Rest sore, weary head while dreamless sleep
both body, mind repairs. Let slumber deep
wash worries well away, your precious hoard
of energy rebuild, - wake, will restored.
Today prepares tomorrow's change to keep
appointments neither 'good' nor 'ill', to reap
stimulating speculations scored
in causal chains, send reins or reigns assured.
Sink surface sorrows, fortune's tide shall sweep
away all disappointments, cares which creep
untimely up, uncalled for, for ill moored.
Time's weaves its cryptic pattern from our dust
emotion, motion, smooths with timely gust.
17 September 2001
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