Out of Kilter
Ectopia Lentis for the poet seems
less rare than nurse's elbow, malady
affecting insight, nervous links to dreams
felled flat when facing life's fatuity,
synapses gridlocked by most mundane schemes.
Nun's vows of silence often may be seen
as experience's triumph over hope,
when prayers unanswered lie, lies in between
hope's evanescent sparks too little scope
retain before snuffed candle's choked smokescreen.
Though castle proud stands o'er uncrowded bay
it stays Time's hostage, can't stay earthquake strikes,
or climate change, sea levels havoc play
submerging value judgements, likes, dislikes,
for even vestal prim must piper pay.
Where words vocation plead, breed not blead rant,
need heed no trite event to vent despair,
forbear from prose dressed as verse rose, spurn cant,
'neath superficial polished stone compare
true motivations, self-esteem too scant.
Blind minds behind their superfluity
find ingenuity may tables turn
vice into virtue, incongruity
or role-reversal often praise may earn;
suiting both giver, given to a T.
Artistic talent which would self anoint
through sad fad trends that end before dusk falls,
is seldom selfless, often out of joint
with harmony fair, free, spends core, husk shawls,
vacuity still born to disappoint.
Time's hungry waves transform dark rocks, light grains
of untraced triumphs heedless race, vain pains.
(16 September 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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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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Rhyme Rant on Prose Rant poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ire On Cross Sect_I_On Spire Pyre
Black books some find
grant ease of mind
responsibility
remove behind
dark veil and blind
bewailing liberty.
Life should be led,
shared, free from lead
respectability,
What lies ahead?
Hell? lies, instead
seems crass conformity.
Lip service paid
by man or maid
to bias, bigotry,
replace game played,
joy unafraid,
with sects that narrow be.
Turn more to hope
for increased scope
throughout life's comedy,
beware time's rope
that hangs who grope
for creeds rarely agree
on godhead fair
with love to spare,
or core divinity.
Seek self - truth's there -
'ware cupboards bare,
wraith faiths' fatuity.
23 April 2010
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Offspring - 0242 - Current Version of Once
True offspring of pure poet's pen
As unclaimed orphans wait till when
Life's links are stimulated, trace
Each ph[r]ase in roundelay's embrace.
Once catalyzed, and only then,
Find we without tri[s]te mise en scène,
Purity Time can't deface,
A note in tune with Time and Space.
Reality? Hallucinogen?
As senses swirl clock seems suspen.
Drawn in, laid out, both breath and verse,
Impact intense all should rehearse,
Subject of, to, experience?
Echo imagination, sense?
Reflection fair? rhyme? prose perverse?
Epic dramatic, haiku terse?
Flow grows at nobody's expense,
Links old to new with no pretence,
Extending themes, dreams universe
Creative. Centuries traverse
To future from the present tense,
Sustains ideas, ideals immense.
Underwriting bards of old
Pure poetry need ne'er grow cold,
Of course, new meanings may appear,
Need reference points, text should stay clear
Providing into story told
Outstanding insight all behold
Excluding copies insincere
That plagiary posts to pay small beer.
Refusing censor's stranglehold,
Your poet chimes rhymes manifold.
(2 September 2009) Offspring - 0242 - Current Version of Once
Acrostic Tale of Paradise Reflects Upon Poetry
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Creative Perceptions
Artist appropriate palette prepares
as poet intuitive channels and shares -
perceptions highlighted in paint or in rhyme,
on screen, paper, canvas, [b]rushed, touched outside Time.
Each reaches out writing, foresighting, prepares
stalls [f]rigid for music of spirit sublime.
But few can interpret the talent they praise
in the style of an artist in true paraphrase.
(24 September 2005 robi03_1306)
Bridgework
Artists palette, paints, prepare,
poets channel insight rare.
One canvas fills, one paper inks,
imagination interlinks.
Each respective stream compares
perceptions, self-respecting, thinks
perspectives sensitively, shares
intuitive fruition, links
symphonic patterns, well aware
individuals everywhere
sense beauty way beyond time's brink -
horizons widen, never shrink.
Images accompany
free originality.
(7 May 2008 variant of As Artist, Poet robi03_1396_robi03_0986 16 February 2002 robi03_0986 and also variant of Creative Perceptions
24 September 2005 robi03_1306_robi03_0986)
As Artist, Poet
As artists palette, paints, prepare
so poets channel insight rare.
One canvas fills, one paper inks,
the foremost and the least of links.
Both tune respective streams, compare
perspective, sensitively share
where, true to self there neither sinks
as each through intuitions thinks
the way to harmony, aware
that perfect strangers anywhere
may beauty sense beyond time's brink -
horizons widen, never shrink.
Both pictures form, accompany
creative thrust with spirit free.
(16 February 2002 robi03_0986)
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As Artist, Poet
As artists palette, paints, prepare
so poets insight channel, air: -
one canvas fills, one paper inks,
the foremost and the least of links.
Both tune respective streams with rare
sensitive perspective, care.
When true to self then neither sinks
as each through intuitions thinks
the way to harmony, to share
with perfect strangers anywhere
how beauty may beyond the brink
horizons widen, never shrink.
Both pictures form, accompany
creative thrust with spirit free...
(16 February 2002)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Gleam Of Hope
From despair to a gleam of hope
I wrote this poem to dream of hope...........
Hope is a candle in my dark
At night he is the sparkling stars
Hope is my eternal dream
In the day he's my sunbeam
Hope so special - makes my life
He saves my heart from inner strife
Hope is my window opened wide
After my rain - my rainbow guide
Hope is my perfect scenting flower
Against all strife, he gives me power
Hope fights for me heroically
While the whole world opposes me
Hope for my weakness - for my sadness
He is my strength - he is my gladness
Hope knocks my door of loneliness
His key, a sweet smile, gives me gladness
Hope is a mystery an enigma
His soft light mellows his charisma
Hope is the roots of a fruitful tree
He matures me and he makes me free!
{September 11,2009}
***a gleam of HOPE is the light of LIFE
poem by Glamorous Enigma
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A Dark Chapter
Joy has been left for a reason
Order will blind me
Hand me the chance will I take it
And play the game
No need no guilt for tomorrow
Now counting down for
Ending this task shall I torment
Standing in grace
Gone I will find myself lost
And still reach the top
Yesterday was reality
Lord I will sacrifice life
Is this fear undisguised
Standing outside a fatal scene
Walking through mist and the shadows
Close to this crossroad
Choosing the way for a future
Lies in our hands
Move on don't stop nor give up
No time, no waiting
Sentenced to reach, be a dreamer
Now hear my calls
Gone I will find myself lost
And still reach the top
Yesterday was reality
Lord I will sacrifice life
Is this fear undisguised
Standing outside a fatal scene
Hope shall guide us forever
Grant me time for our answer
Patronized, fragile dreams must stay alive
Hope shall guide us forever
Grant me time for our answer
Patronized, fragile dreams must stay alive
Think what's beyond this darkness
Waiting for answers
I will believe in my future
Dreams lies within
Bring me joy, bring me freedom
Bring me some conscience
Leave me with strength and respect
Lead me through pain
Gone I will find myself lost
And still reach the top
Yesterday was reality
Lord I will sacrifice life
Is this fear undisguised
Standing outside a fatal scene
Nothing you say, will change things
Grief from within still teach me
All of my past, in vain
Dark turns to light, turns to night-time
Seduced by a life so far from here
Now desolates from within
Bring back the joy take me back again,
Away from deception and pain
I'm aware, alone we are facing the dark
Chow me the way, guide me in the storm,
Care for me bring me some light
I am awake, alone we're waiting the dark
I am awake, alone we're waiting
Hope shall guide us forever
Grant me time for our answer
Patronized, fragile dreams must stay alive
song performed by by Zonata
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Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Gift of Love
Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Gift of Love
Lift glad eye, live lauded, new dream's due destined stream
O I at murky care oil magic eased, view so
Vision is seen all loving, fresh oaths twinned souls sow.
Earth I bless, heed anew, trust to love's lifelong gleam.
Let heart flow free, reap strong emotional shared theme
Yet find mind-share where all is rare, close kin souls grow.
Radiant fair, each may ever forwards free go
As scope one's way could hope to scrap base evil scheme
Remorse steps back. Unroll, dear, your true talents' beam,
Each must share, maid unite for happy future's flow.
May our decree play out, fear old melts, joys gold glow.
As sunny skies, prayers blend to lend hope, past redeem.
Gaudeamus echo if tenderness free sun
I Come to you, sing on, mauled config draw now won.
external acrostic
Lovely Rare Magic
Internal acrostic palimpsests
Girl may care, love
Now won ward gift of love enlivens life's mosaic
Listen to the song of your heart's dream's due destined stream
22 March 2009 robi3_1872_robi3_0000 BQS_KLX
see also below
using essentially the same internal acrostics
Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Laugh, Share Magic
Lift upward drive, laugh to share dream on stream,
Ail not, new dare oils pro-active vast flow.
Unspent talent lilliputians nowhere know
Gut triumph speeds, new light tells growth may gleam.
Hid heart-flow free, reap strong exalting theme.
Shining mind-share, where all rare spirits grow,
He, trustful, teaching, special harvests sow,
As scope one's way shows, hope, no scrappy scheme
Reacts to take back stray heyday insight's beam.
Each must shine, more, unite for talents glow
May offer useful growth, autonomy show
Assuring this, grey past taos to light's dream.
Gauge this echo. If sonnet sets free soul,
I come to you, sing on, heart aspiring whole.
external acrostic
Laugh, Share Magic
Internal acrostic palimpsests
Girl may care, love
Gift of hope enlivens life's mosaic
Listen to the song of your heart see dream on stream
23 March 2009 robi3_1073_robi3_0000 BQS_KXX
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sonnet XXVI: I Ever Love
To Despair
I ever love where never hope appears,
Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care,
And my life's hope would die, but for despair;
My never-certain joy breeds ever-certain fears;
Uncertain dread gives wings unto my hope,
Yet my hope's wings are laden so with fear
As they cannot ascend to my hope's sphere;
Though fear gives them more than a heav'nly scope,
Yet this large room is bounded with despair;
So my love is still fetter'd with vain hope,
And liberty deprives him of his scope,
And thus am I imprison'd in the air.
Then, sweet despair, awhile hold up thy head,
Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.
poem by Michael Drayton
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In Head or Ahead - 1910
What lies in head, ahead what lies? Lies past
no hold retain spite hope sustaining scope,
while trial and tribulation very fast
fade phantom wraith when faith helps heart to cope.
New morn no mourning knows for past regrets,
old, cold and barren, sere upon the stem,
reach is not risk, no need for hedging bets,
cats' curiosity scoffs at 'condemn'.
Appearances as superficial waves
now spume, now fume, now perfume scent life's gift,
effect and cause from subterranean caves
soar, reassure, Miss, taken, sore, may lift
to summits far above mount Everest,
as sinfree judgement scorns worn second bests.
(7 September 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Gen Despair
Despair -
When hope is snuffed out like a guttering candle.
Despair -
When hope is sadistically excised with surgical precision.
Despair -
When hope is torn from a half-living body in huge gobbets
By rapacious beaks and ravening teeth.
Despair -
When hope is annihilated.
poem by Mill Field
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Hope
Without hope the human race would simply not exist.
There would be no pain, no fate, no destiny or death.
For hope is a part of life itself, it defines the human race.
Without it doom would engulf our very existance.
Pain, sorrow and despair only serve to breed new hope.
Even as man's destructive war machine rages there is hope.
Hope for a life bereft of hunger, hatred and prejudice.
Or even a hope to die a swift and painless death.
All of mans dreams are born upon the wings of hope...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Candle of Hope
Candle of Hope
Lost within space and time,
I am running, as I am
Following the stars before me-
Inside of my mind,
All I can see are moments of madness.
My hair, blowing in the wind, behind me, as I
Dash away from all that I fear,
My thoughts are far away from
Every moment in time,
As I am searching for a ray of hope to hold onto as
None of my dreams have ever
Come true-
If I could light a candle,
Perhaps its flame would guide me towards a miracle-
A miracle of my most promising fantasies becoming reality-
Where the darkness of night
Would transform to the levity of daybreak at sunrise-
I am lost in space and time, where
My world continues to darken-
Life has always been a bizarre journey for me where
Hope has yet to be found-
It is the stars that have given me an increment of light,
Illuminating a pathway before me, to give me
Some small hope that I would awaken
In some other world where
Love, fortune and peace of mind would
Overshadow mistrust and sadness-
I whisper in thought, somewhere in the back of my mind-
Light me a candle with a flame so bright,
That will break through dark clouds of doubt-
Whereby I would be running forward in time,
Finding wealth, joy, and hope never ending
As the flame on that candle
Would burn for an eternity
Only to guide me forward, not backward,
Leaving that life of misfortune behind me-
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Hope At It's Strongest
Hope is the thing that keeps us going
Hope is a poem without any words
Hope is what follows us everyday
Hope is the light that sparks our eyes
Hope that it will all get better
Hope that you will find love
Hope that people will be kind
Hope that you will stay alive
Hope is the strongest thing of all
Hope will allow us not to fall
Hope will rise against anything
Hope is like a fiery ring
Hope never stops
Hope is always there
Without it we would be lost
Without out it we would not care
poem by Laura Random
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Constant strife
My feelings are strange
To my own heart.
I ponder and ponder
To find I’ll never
Know the reason why.
The sky looks the same
So does my habitat.
But deep inside I find
Something is changed.
And the change, it is
The strangest and the greatest
I ever experienced.
I am caught up
In a fight, the very fight
Between hope and despair.
For God, I plead
There be an end to it.
‘Cause I can’t take it
Even a moment more.
I begged despair
And did plead to hope
To stop this war.
Yet they play with my life
As if it were a mere plaything.
And none of them ready
To step down for me.
poem by Emily Angel
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Poetry's Chaste White Walls - 0242
True offspring of pure poet's pen
As unclaimed orphans wait till when
Line's links are stimulated, trace
Each ph[r]ase in roundelay's embrace.
Once catalyzed, and only then,
Find we without tri[s]te mise en scène
Purity Time can't deface,
A note in tune with Time and Space.
Reality? Hallucinogen?
As senses swirl clock seems suspen.
Drawn in, laid out, both breath and verse,
Impact intense all should rehearse,
Subject of, to, experience?
Echo imagination, sense?
Reflection fair? rhyme? prose perverse?
Epic dramatic, haiku terse?
Flow grows at nobody's expense,
Links old to new with no pretence,
Extending themes, dreams universe
Creative. Centuries traverse
To future from the present tense,
Sustains ideas, ideals immense.
Underwriting bards of old
Pure poetry need ne'er grow [c]old.
Of course, new meanings may appear,
Need reference points, text should stay clear
Providing into story told
Outstanding insight all behold
Excluding copies insincere
That plagiary posts to pay small beer.
Refusing censor's stranglehold
Your poet chimes rhymes manifold,
See soul's script magic skywards steer.
Chaste white walls border pristine page
Hibernating in purity
As, from judgemental values free,
Signal slumbers, till siren sage
Time calls, walls fall, all's filled in; cage
Empties when pen pursues mind's key.
Whitewash blushes. Absentee,
Harsh ego hides pride's head off-stage
In shame, game-playing 'off the page! '
To self stay true, coeur et esprit,
Enshrines ideals effortlessly.
Write pure sustainability,
Authentic creativity,
Links and ensures. Enduring gage
Leaves rant's spree to precocious age,
'Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste' waste fee.
(21 April 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Happiness is a Shark
Happiness is a shark,
Swimming in the deep
Dimension of the dark
Drifting duffel of sleep.
Decay of despair;
Hardness of hope.
Happiness is a crow,
Hiding in the thicket,
Or flying in a row
At a drizzly sunset.
Drought of despair;
Hunger of hope.
Happiness is a rose,
On the tree of duty,
A smiling verse in prose
Of halcyon beauty.
Dust of despair
Honey of hope.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Leaving Me Now
It seems true love is so rare
Seems all Ive known is deceit
Your laughter fills the air
Once more Im sensing defeat
And I suppose youre leaving me now
I was so sure now Im so full of doubt
And I suppose youll be leaving this place
Just like the smile you wiped from my face
This time
I always gave my best
Your memory serves you so badly
Some people kill for less
Yet Id still die for you gladly oh, so gladly
But I suppose its my turn now
To play a scene thats familiar somehow
I turn the page and you walk away
Not even love could bring you to stay
This time
Walk away
You dont need me
Once more Im learning
In the depths of my despair
Your lies confirming
True love is so rare
And I suppose its my turn now
Theres no more love only feelings of doubt
Gone with the hope your words have erased
Gone with the smile you wiped from my face
Love is a ship we all hope to steer
Through troubled times cross an ocean of tears
A midnight sea that swells in your eyes
Takes just one look to know Im still mesmerized
But I suppose youre leaving me now
I was so sure now Im so full of doubt
I turn the page and you walk away
Not even love could bring you to stay
This time
Leaving me now
Leaving this place
I watch you walk away with an easy grace
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Hope
In every dawn,
you find hope
Hope for a new day
& enjoy it blissfully.
In every dusk,
you just hope
Hope for the sunset
& divine to the scattering light.
In every failure,
you just hope
Hope for the success
& welcome the coming glory.
In every moment,
you just hope
Hope for the experience
& guide ownself in life.
poem by Chanchal Dhakal
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Act Out Bit Parts as Wit Departs after John Donne Meditation XVII Nunc lento sonitu dicunt morieris
Cloud cuckoo land where bland hands band against all authenticity,
there, playing ball before thrall's shawls eliminates lucidity.
Who waits awhile, stands, serves, won't free last long without dexterity -
which in itself suspicions casts whate'er one's assiduity.
Though almost fifty years have sped since Orwell paper penned to see
what hidden time-traps lay ahead - if writ today the same would be
as relevant or more. Where fed still silent mass majority
clings to and through employment bread with slight sustainability.
Every man an island is unto himself, or so should be,
yet many abdicate their fate, cede self-respect and liberty.
Each to each together chained, suspecting self-sufficiency;
by rigid rules, conventions, penned - dumb shadows in Democracy.
When compromising breezes blend, most bend, to please society,
trends ill to curse where currents tend that set sad score for sanity.
Should stout voice shout out from closed shop hive to doubt respectability,
we flout it lest it compromise our own invincibility.
Ignoring soul-song's anguished sighs most sacrifice ability,
conforming fear cut ties, hope dies - lip-service preserves stability.
Impeached, tried, sentenced, while rich thrive and undermine equality,
most stifle stranger's signal sighs 'there's none so blind as will not see! '
In restive rows, mechanic chain, men chafe forever to be free,
it rankles, goes against the grain, God: global productivity!
Tired, tied to task, most wills expend as ciphers in some factory,
or jobless, friendless, on social skills depend meal wheels of industry.
From dawn to dusk husk men mark time imprisoned intellectually,
as tiny cogs flywheels attend - a terrifying sight to see.
Pensions devalued, most descend to penniless impotency,
health in tatters, wealth at end, as social superfluity.
Where Government sets our stipend to suit its sensitivity.
Why do annuities ascend? electoral necessity.
Should one question this and that? Ideals are incongruity
to uncommitted bureaucrat who kills with calm complacency.
Though Internet for change once whet our appetites, 'authority'
lies heavier than lead inset upon the space we'd trace as free.
Mass media most minds has fed with blatant mediocrity,
environment and climate bled by sub-committee potpourri.
The generations now instead of freedom find RFID
reduces categories read, teach each reach barred identity.
Respecting pensions, these are spread so thinly through life's lottery,
the turf is bogged, no thoroughbred may speed with legitimity.
Too far from serendipity false notes mis[t]okat life's melody,
an out of tune sad symphony, portrait: immorality.
The moral key this thesis notes is underscored by irony -
core freedoms prove illusory, sheets wind unkind mortality.
Awhile we soujourn, seek to speak, thoughts held back incessantly,
act out bit parts as wit departs, while inner phoenix spark most flee
for three score years and ten, then see chance pitch and toss cross out 'to be',
no breathing space to trace brand name race run humdrum humanity.
So here we'll end this winding thread upon a winding sheet to be,
in hope that those asleep, abed, discover more maturity
so each may maintain dignity, nor principles surrender, key
integrity and liberties restore, defend diversity.
(13 March 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Slack Time Lacks Time 1846
Here in and out near roundabout, hear Way
ignores straight, narrow card, finds flawed hard facts,
as each is all, all each, reach interacts
through, to, from, on infinite interplay
as cause, effect teach dreams deem night is day,
to ease time's flow whose band frees, sand subtracts
increasing reel of what it really lacks.
Confusion fusion kneeds, speeds need's delay,
rules schools of thought distraught have sought 'til grey,
discourse on glass half full, half empty's tacked
on city zen by banknote billfold backed,
or country bumpkin stirring curdled whey.
Mistakes may break steel lock which bars advance,
this makes hay, take real stock, hitch stars add chance.
With space-time curved, the universal flat
falls flat, dissenter from some centre point
that Euclid and/or Ptolemy appoint,
cat's whiskers once, hats raised, now rats if that,
congrats withdrawn, lines drawn, échec et mat.
For left brain thinking feelings would anoint
for right brain feelings thinking out of joint,
both arguments my lie, vain tit for tat.
Thus innings outed, bowler, bales, ball, bat
appearance superficial disappoint,
bend from seen, scene end, blending through flashpoint
into new nano actors acrobat.
Diversity evolved from RNA
whose building blocks evolved to, through the Way.
Where give is thought the opposite of take
much sloppy thinking blots mind's copybook.
When men hold 'have' has 'have not's' goals mistook
or misconstrue time's fractal pattern break,
reason turns treason which may overtake
those stating 'blessed divest', for deeper look
acknowledges most knowledge ledger book
according role-reversal status shake
to compensate for narrow ways must wake,
admit to false awareness, flow whose brook
stems from wishful thinking gobbledygook,
where void taps stream, avoids dream, traps. At stake
appears true understanding Search per se
trains mind to stray from straight line, find, perch weigh.
(26 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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