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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Reluctance and Self Acceptance
RELUCTANCE AND SELF ACCEPTANCE
Neutrality is rarely cup of tea.
where intelligence creative and aware
dare not stagnate, can't simply stop and stare.
Open mind needs true transparency,
tunes into wave length seeds so few can key, -
finds answers which should new advance prepare -
to change dimensions as defensive layer
at last can soften, leaving spirit free.
Although the quest for self discovery
lends hope to scope to answer inner prayer
though self acceptance may not dare to dare
respond to feelings in the first degree,
Never content within the status quo,
you “why' and 'wherefore' therefore need to know.
Need to feed, reluctance 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
defeating ‘déjà vu's’ stark whites and blacks.
Where harmony, transparency one lacks -
trust may be spurned though earned - dark path to tread.
Though years past cost counts spread crape mirage b[l]ed.
one must look forward, sow, life interacts
with feeling flows emotions mesh, - no cracks -
reactions to response tune heart to head.
Nourished, open sentiments take root,
then flourish where their boughs may bear full fruit.
12 September 2005
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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.
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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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An Answer?
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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Respite
Seek not for quick relief, few sects console
as narrow road leads to, from, narrow mind,
open tracks which back up tacks to find
respite till Search and Way unite soul's 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.
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Sharing
SHARING
Emotions pooled through message simple, clear
empathy extend, blend double heart
finding behind the lines joy’s world apart -
no challenge for the sake of challenge here.
Creative thinking helps both persevere
openly, free from artificial art.
Arrogance, intolerance, which chart
shipwreck sure, are absent as, sincere,
touching trust, whatever course they steer,
is manifest, sails to safe port where part
and whole are won, minds common aims impart.
Time, distance, fade as frontiers disappear.
Structure is not stricture when our verse
evokes shared image timeless two rehearse.
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Sharing
Emotions pooled through simple message clear
empathy extend to warm the heart
which seeks behind the lines a world apart -
no challenge for the sake of challenge here.
Creative thinking helps the mind appear
open, free from artificial art.
Arrogance, intolerance, which chart
shipwreck sure, are absent as, sincere,
the reader’s touched whatever course [s]he’d steer
through trust towards a harbour safe where part
and whole are won, which common aims impart.
Time, distance, fade as frontiers disappear.
Structure is not stricture when the verse
evokes shared image, timeless to rehearse
4 August 2004
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From Epidermal Taxidermy to Internal Epiphany
FROM EPIDERMAL TAXIDERMY TO INTERNAL EPIPHANY
Portrait of fair mind is neither, nor!
neither mastered nor in pieces shred,
displayed to touring tourists - Turrell's bore -
whose dreams no themes of genius hint ahead.
Could paint drip down to mop pain's vail of tears,
unveiling pooled oasis to exchange,
past wraith, fresh faith to grace remaining years,
then fears would fade before excitement strange.
From monochrome to rainbow glow display
“we are such stuff as dreams are made of” shows,
no lifeless stuffing, feathers drooping, fray;
vitality surpasses surface glows
to put to shame greyed taxidermist’s skills
forever fixed in time: true talent spills.
True talent overflows as curiousity
channels potential, recent acquisitions,
to harness latent energy, to free
flame burning to encounter twin shared visions.
Gold courage holds no secrets for fair muse
whose darker shades may by Miss, understood,
misunderstandings sweep away to choose
hues better read, refusing mirage wood.
If one would ink fresh portrait of fair mind
contact’s impact could do it justice true,
where words match deeds indeed, feed surge behind
layered lines to tempt that talent through.
No taxidermist’s trophy, prized possession,
pro-active win/win casts out sin, transgression.
Shared view should sunshine through tune-blended flow
to filter out, to mend, doubt’s daunting pain,
suspend in amber all imbroglio
freeing focus, tender trust sustain.
Bottled up desire too well preserves
formaldehyde-postponed screw-cap allure,
throttles interaction, tires, reserves
soul’s parking place, secure in sinecure.
Restraints life paints can’t canvas open urge,
anticipate emotions strong, long stored
in hibernation waiting to emerge,
eager for adventures unexplored.
Suspended animation soul-song cheats
with taxidermist version of heart’s beats.
Could luck alight tonight and somehow show
new way to leech frustration numbing brain,
expelling anguish, clear life’s window pane
enabling visibility again,
tranquility, well-being, would be served
enlightenment free from base forfeiture,
patience rewarded, confidence unswerved
empowerment united would endure.
Presentiments’ proactive sudden surge
should spring untrammelled, never over-awed,
harmony should music make, minds merge,
afford fair future, fabulous award.
No trophy, conquest, motivates fresh start,
no taxidermist stuffing for cold heart.
Emancipation, insight bright, should show
swift way to waft away harsh pressure-pain,
reach through both silence, speech, teach two could know
there’s never need to outwardly explain.
No need to hide. When tenderness may glow
self-preservation safe in status quo
ill jars upon will’s senses – none can sow
deep frozen feelings on prepackaged plane.
Encourage feelings stage by stage to grow,
to soar with wings of scope whose hope won’t wane -
through chrysalid until the imago
lifts suspended animation’s chain.
Unexplored emotions free, elective,
shun taxidermist stuffing too protective.
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From Epidermal Taxidermy to Internal Epiphany
Shared view should sunshine through tune-blended flow
to mend, to filter out, doubt’s daunting pain,
suspend in amber life’s imbroglio
helping two find focus, trust sustain
Bottled up desire, too well preserved,
formaldehyde-postponed in its allure,
throttles interaction, conserves reserved
soul’s parking place, secure in sinecure.
Restraints life paints can’t canvas open urge,
anticipate emotions strong, long stored
in hibernation waiting to emerge,
eager for adventures unexplored.
Suspended animation soul-song cheats
with taxidermist version of heart’s beats.
Could luck alight tonight and somehow show
new way to leech frustration numbing brain,
expelling anguish, clear life’s window pane
enabling visibility again,
tranquility, well-being, would be served
enlightenment free from base forfeiture,
patience rewarded, confidence unswerved
empowerment united would endure.
Presentiments’ proactive sudden surge
should spring untrammelled, never over-awed,
harmony should music make, minds merge,
afford fair future, fabulous award.
No trophy, conquest, motivates fresh start,
no taxidermist stuffing for cold heart.
Emancipation, insight bright, should show
swift way to waft away harsh pressure-pain,
reach through both silence, speech, teach two could know
there’s never need to outwardly explain.
No need to hide. When tenderness may glow
self-preservation safe in status quo
ill jars upon will’s senses – none can sow
deep frozen feelings on prepackaged plane.
Encourage feelings stage by stage to grow,
to soar with wings of scope whose hope won’t wane -
through chrysalid until the imago
lifts suspended animation’s chain.
Emotions unexplored two souls should chart,
shun taxidermist stuffing of sole heart.
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From Hibernation
Could luck alight tonight and somehow show
how to leech out each doubt which wracks the brain,
retain in amber life’s imbroglio,
from strife pluck pain, so only joys remain.
Jars of desire, too long, too well preserved -
formaldehyde-suspension forfeiture -
lack patience, trust a track has been reserved
to pack soothed heart in comfort sinecure.
Such insulation flash froze vital urge,
which reawakens after aeons stored,
from hibernation soul-song must emerge
to share adventures so far unexplored.
No trophy, conquest, motivates bold start –
no taxidermist stuffing for cold heart..
Why then, the light within would brighter flow
to waft away anxiety and pain,
in silence shared gain confidence to know -
there’d be no need to outwardly explain.
No need to hide when tenderness may glow, -
Who needs formaldehyde with meanings plain?
It jars upon the senses – who could sow
deep frozen sentiments on prepacked plane?
Encourage feelings stage by stage to grow,
to sweep from source force into life again -
through chrysalid until the imago
suspended animation lifts, sheds skein.
Emotions unexplored two now should chart
No taxidermist stuffing for the heart!
13 March 2004
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Runners often Stumble - 1020
My hand is here and need not disappear
As understanding WE can help you share,
Removing cares as sunshine everywhere
Ice melts inside though Winter seems so near.
As you advance within, horizons clear,
Heart opens out, no doubt on Earth is there,
Only trust yourself! While on life´s stair
Runners often stumble, you, my Dear,
At last discover wings which fly past fear!
Knife double-edged, intelligence, friend fair,
Offers perspective, soft breeze in your hair,
Values questions, questions values here
Alert you are, far more than most we know,
May this unite mind´s search, emotions´ flow?
(4 November 2002)
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Time Trap
Juxtaposition in an active mind:
unstretched potential and a spirit free
seek space to taste then test eternity,
leaving wasted years far, far behind.
Intense the need for speed, choice voice must find,
before too late, - an opportunity
tuned to new horizons’ patterned key.
Before too late... life its own double bind
sees night light follow as Time’s skeins unwind,
as most is swallowed, soon forgotten, - we,
today ahead, tomorrow sped, can’t flee
Nature’s mortal paradox designed.
Whether open, closed, the intellect
self justifies through merge-urge to project...
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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.
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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
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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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Melting Pot in Melting Point: A Test Taste after Wanda Lea Brayton
Wing with me through sunrise sweet,
to shed cocoons and spread the sky
with wonder which the dark’s defeat
soon celebrates, to answer why,
puts fears at rest, - no wish deny.
Surprise, where eyes together meet,
melts walls, as none need quantify
new hope no cyclone gust could cheat.
Due cycle, spin, win trust, supply
true scope both Time and Tide defy
Soul in soul can thus complete
its mission~fission and ally
heart once apart from heart to greet
with fresh~baked bread and apple pie
from typhoons, twisters, home and dry.
May mind in mind forever share
discoveries as fresh breeze brings
new hope tonight, to melt despair,
pours joy on troubled waters, sings
horizons fair where no storm swings.
Ripples, small at first, spread where
hope’s atmosphere springs spry, hurt’s stings
are eased to forecast future fair
no need to feed on fear, pull strings
attached to taut strings tied to ‘things’:
Emotions, countless, count, repair
at last the past as fast light’s rings
can interact, new Act prepare,
each scene of which the changes rings,
unseen may stitch enheartenings.
Jingle gently, sweet refrain
of dance inscribed in Book of Fate
where heartache neither know again, -
seed Love none need to counterfeit
feed Love which will not dissipate.
Mingle gently, naught retain,
as aspirations shared translate
dreams into interplay on plane
above tides’ ebb and wane debate,
above all bonds of weight and wait.
Single goes against the grain.
To fuse, refusing solid state,
momentum, mustered, must maintain,
to sow, to grow, to flow, create,
enlightenment anticipate.
Reach me, teach me Life, my Dear,
fears, needs dissolved, cares melts away, -
with each in each, tears disappear,
in time, in rhyme, as interplay
emotions felt in tune may play.
Expand awareness, shed false fear
suppressed emotions melt, - life may
entertain a change of gear
which freedom fosters making hay
while shared sun shines, holds clouds at bay.
Open up as inner ear
taps harmony where once dismay
depressed, entrapped, each hemisphere,
where doubt within, without, would sway
impressions, blinkered insight clear...
© Jonathan Robin Parody written 1 September 2005 – after Wanda Lea Brayton – Romantic Rhyme
Romantic Rhyme
Sing to me of sweet sunrise
fresh~baked bread & apple pies
There is a sonnet in your eyes
my Heart melts, 'tis no surprise
Whisper soft the things you know
all the places that we will go
how your affection you'll always show
that you'll plant flowers all in a row
Murmur gently your sweet refrain
of how we'll dance wildly in the rain
that you'll never try to cause me pain
& that your Love you'll never feign
Speak to me of Life so dear
that I shall have no need to fear
& how you'll wipe away my tears,
for we shall share the passing years
31 August 2005 11: 55 p.m.
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Troubadour à Muse
Should you stay fey Troubadour’s muse,
walls would fall heeding need's call, I swear,
souls united, delighted, all share,
with only bemusement to lose.
On days dark, in the dumps, much the blues,
with a butterfly touch, laughter rare,
Cupid's bow, Zephyr's blow, would declare
Cinderella should don dancing shoes.
Enchantment spells well to enthuse
rejoicing that naught could impair,
jubilation, creation, forms stair
to heaven through rainbow as woos
heart to heart once apart, each takes cues
up, around, to rebound, well may dare
answer call of the wild, child repair
to prepare transformation's true hues.
Should you play kind Troubadour’s muse,
away with toils, trouble and care -
discovering answers to prayer
with wantonness neither refuse.
When you kiss bliss takes wing, life renews
welfare's tune springing wellspring, brings where
bright eyes dream through lagoon blue moon, there
stars sparkle, shine, intertwine views.
No blame could exist, no accuse
‘WE’ creation could catalyze, air
to stimulate stanzas, - nor scare,
nor fear, dear, no asking ‘what’s whose? ’
Thus your mirror, fair Troubadour’s muse,
Time lines leaves behind, neither ware
of the need to seed feelings, feed, share
beyond commonplace keyed to amuse.
If O.K. bright ray, Troubadour's muse,
each phrase might rhyme praise everywhere,
spirit brave, blithe, reve[a]led as each layer
protective peels, unseals joy's fuse.
As Troubadour's muse you should choose
priceless patterns and textures, compare
clear vision in tender affair
to humdrum existence crowd rues,
there fusion would never confuse,
inspiration enough, and to spare,
intuitive insight aware
of the chance to advance, shed taboos.
Interplay between Troubadour, muse,
flamboyancy splices with flair,
both would sow, both would grow, as a pair,
flow as current electric to use
space as base to trace joy - not abuse -
we should tenderness share, greet, prepare
ideal idyll past fast will repair...
would you play fair as Troubadour's muse?
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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.
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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Sand Yearns To Outshine Diamonds
Harmony, autonomy combined
Emancipation guarantee for heart
Awaiting opportunity, fresh start,
Voyage emancipating spirit, mind,
Enchantment lending, troubles left behind.
New dimensions integrated chart
Liberation rich which sets apart
Yesterdays from future fair. Once blind,
All seems transparent, conscience clear, hope lined,
Now optimistic outlook saps rampart,
Growth within wins scope, can counterpart
Encounter for shared idyll unconfined.
Life darkness spurns, true sparkle earns and learns
Sand yearns to outshine diamonds, joy's page turns.
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Aloof
ALOOF
Aloof none should remain where two may share.
Why st[r]ay away from strife of feelings which
when spent sans counting only make more rich -
are deep summations difficult to bear?
Let go! glow! flow! emotions everywhere
replace past distance with a future close
where depth, unspoken, may rephrase verbose
superficiality too bare.
Open wide, within spin out aware
not as a line to hook a fish or two,
shrug off old shackles, tackle something new -
that tenderness two miss when one's not there.
Offer yourself the luxury of care,
not as a duty, but beyond that swim
through seas of sentiments you used to skim
in search of self who self denied... prepare
Fulfilment signing tenderness so rare,
that few accept it, fewer recognize
empathy which never needs disguise. -
Are these emotions difficult to bear?
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An Open Gate, Speak Friend and Enter - 1222 - Current Version
Fair friendship, heart to heart, near, far apart,
remains unstained and omnipresent gift,
where each stays part of each to chart fresh start
to meat and to defeat hate's deadly dart,
imparting steadfast links which, à la carte,
ensures hope pure, scope sure, defies Descartes'
cold logic with warm love above schemes smart.
The need that tames the flames of inner fire
may seed ten thousand ripples, may be more.
Desire to feed the furnace of desire
creates from dust more than there was before.
Those letters [l]inked on parchment or those which
on pixel tell~tale tra[n]ce dance in the brain
may early, late, both stimulate, enrich,
cross reference, cross reference again.
Rich pitch one hears switch spheres have ever known
they knew they knew before tuned undertone
vibrating through the Universal, sown
as echo coeval with the wind thats blown
along the way as day and night advance ~
or is it coexist in parallel ~
with worlds dreams glimpse perhaps when changeling Chance
weird timeline opens till dawn's waking bell.
What counts is ways the wave bands interlink
from infra violent through the ultra read
judgmental values fade, flushed down Life's sink,
the Pattern counts, how waft and web are spread
within the flow itself should make one think
there is no past, no present, no ahead,
as Time can rhyme the span, at Man must wink ~
as [s]he's from Judge to Judgement, spinning, led.
The air we breathe with life must seethe and how
that interacts to marshal facts is strange,
coincidence may shape both 'here and now'
and still instill, fulfill, more scope, more range
without the trammels and the platitudes
which most repeat ~ both low and high ~ as each
delays, downplays unusual attitudes,
won't glow in flow with currents out of reach.
This flow is pattern icing on the cake
the poet bakes it takes the time to write,
which whirls around, spurns sight and sound to rake
no line dividing time, space, day or night.
Thus time itself appears conveyor belt
on belt 'die Welt' drives on at different speeds,
some contradictory, some helter-skelt
to feed the need to feed the need to seed
an echo which upon an unknown date
in turn may stimulate discovery
of what once known ~ unlocking open gate
calling upon the inner eye to see.
the need that tames the flames of inner fire
to seed ten thousand ripples, may be more,
desire to feed the furnace of desire
from doom creating more than bloomed before.
Thus 'friendship' - heart to heart though far apart -
remains unstained and omnipresent gift,
where each stays part of each to chart fresh start
puts emphasis on empathy, heals rift.
(16 April 2012)
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Rune-Tune
H earts in harmony anticipate
A nswers well before a question’s put.
Z ones dark lead to light freed as magic flute
E mpathy inspires, all senses sate.
O pen door, therefore, unlocks each gate -
F inds minds aligned, joy unconfined takes root
D efying Time as inner ear, acute,
E xtends beyond the patterned web of Fate.
S urrender self, fast cast out cares, relate.
I ntuitively, rune-tune absolute
R esponds with trust all envy must confute -
E nchantment, feeding, never need abate.
N one seeks sense or defense when hearts sincere,
OWn not but share emotions crystal clear.
© Jonathan Robin – robi3_0751 acrostic sonnet written
5 November 2004 revised 20 March 2005 and 20081110
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previous title Haze of Desire for initial version title Surrender Self see below
Surrender Self
Harmony helps to anticipate
Answers well before a question’s put.
Zones dark freed to light bright lead, joy’s flute,
Empathy inspires, all senses sate.
Open door, therefore, unlock each gate
Find minds aligned, as joy at last takes root
Defying Time as inner ear, acute,
E nds challenge to the patterned web of Fate.
Surrender self and fast cast cares, relate
Into insight’s rune tune absolute.
Respond with trust and I will follow suit
Enchantment shared which never shall abate.
5 November 2004
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Nothing is Impossible
N othing is Impossible where heart
O pens out to heart when, far apart,
T wo minds touch tendrils, tender feelings flow
H ope effervesces, empathy may glow
I n scope communicating common start,
N ew adventure no known maps may chart.
G reat expectations may be met, and so
I f screens can disappear, fresh breezes blow
S omething precious shall the applecart
I nside upset. Simplicity, not art,
M ay then emotions foster, help to grow.
P erhaps the role ‘chance’ plays in life, may show
O bstacles to be the counterpart
S ecret of opportunities in part
S et back from sight, from what the mind needs know.
I nsight alone lets light from darkness sow
B etween the life-lines seeds love can impart.
L et twinned souls travel to those realms Descartes
E ncountered not through ‘logic pure’... Think Heart!
29 August 1996 revision date uncertain before 2000
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for previous version see below
Nothing is Impossible!
Life offers opportunities to rise
Above the hum and drum of everyday,
Discarding empty arguments to play
A role that true intelligence supplies.
Know by intelligence one means the cries
Only the heart can feel and share, display
Love’s echo in a magic interplay,
And new tomorrows free from former ties.
Remember as you read these lines that skies
Of blue will chase all worries, cares, away,
Vanquishing uncertainties, dark, grey.
At last through hope for scope see new dawn rise!
Let light and laughter link, from false fears free,
Know nothing is impossible for thee!
22 August 1996
acrostic Poem © Jonathan Robin – Nothing is Impossible
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Surrender Self
SURRENDER SELF
Harmony helps to anticipate
Answers well before core questions put.
Zones dark freed for bright light lead to joy’s flute,
Empathy inspiring, senses sate.
Open door, therefore, unlock each gate
Find minds aligned, serenity takes root
Defying Time as inner ear, acute,
Ends challenge to life’s picture pattern of Fate.
Surrender self, fast cast past cares, relate
Into insight’s rune tune absolute.
Respond with trust and I will follow suit:
Enchantment shared which never may abate.
Mysterious are ways of mice and men,
Complicity create through [th]ink link pen.
5 November 2004 revised 7 March 2009
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Acrostic Sonnet Haze of Desire M.C.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Door Removed
T ired men react to role reversing reels,
H arsh judgement pass upon deceptions deep.
E xit by bear pursued few locks will keep -
D oor closed and shuttered windows soon reveals
O nly introspection that will weep
O n dust of love’s rejection past. We feel
R emorseless fate exacts a price too steep.
R ise through regrets which may disguise surprise
E vents which Cause/Effect invents to try
M ost patience, represent in other guise
O ther guy’s advance to Chance defy.
V ain complaint when heart new part may chart,
EDition true heals smart, stamps vis[t]a’s start.
Windows open, idem doors, draft draught,
Ideas interlink transparently -
New horizons, visibility.
Dreams, once distant, closer draw, light shaft
Opportunity accepts as raft
Which on life's stream surfs forward looking, free,
Undulating through waft/weave waves we
Never knew we knew before. Life laughed.
Sadness dissolves, pain's soothed. Pane mind may craft
Hearing tastes few see, paradox, at sea,
Unleashes flash synaptic energy,
Turns bias topsy-turvy. Joy's witchcraft.
TERrain prepares: once blind, mind focus finds,
REDrawn perception redefines, unbinds.
© Jonathan Robin Acrostic Sonnet written 28 December 2006, revised with second sonnet added 13 May 2008 - for previous version see below
T his world above from role reversing reels,
H arsh judgement passes on deceptions deep.
E xit by bear pursued few locks will keep -
D oor closed and shuttered windows soon reveals
O nly introspection which must weep
O n dust of love’s rejection past which feel
R emorseless fate exacts a price too steep.
R ise through regrets which may disguise surprise
E vents which Cause/Effect invents to try
M ost patience, represent in other guise
O ther guy’s advance to Chance defy.
V ain complaint when heart new part may chart,
EDition true heals smart, stamps vis[t]a’s fresher start.
© Jonathan Robin Acrostic Sonnet written 28 December 2006
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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)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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