Sandrine Sonnet Cycle - Valiant
Should there be nothing new beneath the sun,
And each sensation mirror-imaged time,
Not fact, but fancy of the most sublime, -
Depending on those stimuli which run
Right through the system swiftly, scarce begun
In flash succession, then, encased in rime,
No more from store recalled. This pantomime
Expression of our dreams is like the sun:
Valiant now, and now eclipsed, undon! –
A vicious cricle, faceless clock, whose chime
Is out of tune, and whose diurnal climb
Leads round, repeats impressions one by one.
Lighthouse lantern is one smile, whose blaze
Approximates Nirvana, Threads my days!
Acrostic sonnet written 28 October 1992
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Page and Pageant
Page, pageant, dreams veil daily quail trail tale.
Advancing age culls w[r]inkled p[r]awns, the Gods
Gain one by one life's pieces till dank sods
Enwrap what, carefree once, aped beauty hale.
Another well earned ‘bust’! Who strong were, [f[r]]ail
Now lie forgotten for Time's ruthless odds
D[r]own [fl]out all memory. Man's born, his nods
Prevail threescore before [str]etched powers fail
As one more stem beneath the thresher's flail,
Gathered in, is merged with claymate clods.
Each eager starts the day, home weary plods
As night light swallows, chaff before the gale.
NIRVANA's spell is scuttled in VAIN RAN
Thief Time’s [d]ice reef brief grief leaf life of Man.
(10 June 1992 revised 18 October 2006/Poem © Jonathan ROBIN Acrostic sonnet – Page and Pageant)
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Single State
SINGLE STATE
Single state seems seemly, some souls state,
Abjuring all alliance alternate,
Never needing Nature, and abstain,
Disregarding dreams, dates don’t dare deign.
Repent rash ruminations, renovate
Impressions icy. Inklings, if innate,
Now need no neutral notices inane.
Enthusiastic, ever entertain
Victory, - vanity vote violate.
Awakening authentic always await,
It is idealistic, intimate, -
Life linking loves longstanding, lusting lain.
Last lines, laggard, leeway leave, laugh late.
A-muse-sing_ly Noting, Then abate.
28 October 1992
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Acrostic Sonnet Sandrine Vaillant
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Mountain Storm
OUR blue sierras shone serene, sublime,
When ghostly shapes came crowding up the air,
Shadowing the landscape with some vast despair;
And all was changed as in weird pantomime,
Transfigured into vague, fantastic form
By that tremendous carnival of storm.
Pilgrim processions of bowed trees that climb
To sacred summits, in the clashing hail
Shuddered like flagellants beneath the flail.
Most gracious hills, in that tempestuous time,
Went wild as angered bulls, with bellowing cry
And goring horns that strove to charge the sky.
Masses of rock, long gnawed by stealthy rime,
With sudden roar that made our bravest blanch,
Came volleying down in fatal avalanche.
All nature seemed convulsed in some fierce crime,
And then a rainbow, and behold! the sun
Went comforting the harebells one by one;
And all was still save for the vesper chime
From far, faint belfry bathed in creamy light,
And the soft footfalls of the coming night.
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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Bridge over Troubled Waters - Acrostic Sonnet
Bridge of colours spans the years
Responding to shared tune on cue
In light and laughter keys into
Dreams' hopes for scope. Grey disappears.
Glow grows, tomorrows free from fears
Extend through unveiled planes that few
Or none else know. Constraints melt too!
Voyage duet hearts' wonder hears,
Echoes return to welcome ears
Responding with joy overdue.
TROUbadour threads song sincere,
BLED heart's quite healed, bright crystal clear.
WAs wait worthwhile? Touchée? Emue?
TERSe verse here ends with thoughts of you.
[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 24 June ? 2008
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As Dew from Lily Pearls
AS DEW FROM LILY PEARLS
As dew from lily pea[r]ls away
Stretched time can’t rhyme eternity.
Desire whose fire may warm today
Ephemeris is seen to be.
We pass, time due, climb through life’s play,
Fall, fate forgotten, from life’s tree,
Remembered in leafed album stray,
Or – for a spell – where family
Must thrust dust, trust our writings may
Lift spirits from banality.
If ALL is in, through, ALL our stay
Lingers in some way to key
Youth, age, together, thus may mock despair,
PEARL Seed be[a]d-feed leads to new life, joy rare...
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 3 January 2007
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Rondo Mirror
When tidal waves of Time mock Fame,
have waved goodbye to humankind,
what which remains may, deep in rime,
deep-frozen stay until Change find
strange species with an unknown name,
whose mores no human finds sublime,
set out, new universes tame.
Alternative galactic clime
through nova warming – fun to blame -
could broil life first, then through enzyme
bacterial pride's self-acclaim
convert to carbon, methane, slime,
a vision choice, or hell-fire flame
devour the oddest pantomime
star systems witnessed, ‘sense’ proclaim.
A strange physique, another mind,
may race, chase universal prime,
act out perceived need, trace seed chain,
from ocean brine could start the grind
of evolution once again.
Survival’s rules and Nature’s game,
to change stay subject, rise or wane
as specificities within
a given eco-system kin
divide from kith through chance dance train
which tunnels out where Time once in
might delve and dig in search as sane
for A to B too toxic must remain.
'Above', 'Below' are judgements vain,
when all's one, one all must contain.
There seems no reason to explain
that rigid rules in one place gain
no standing elsewhere - truth's refrain
sounds normal here, there cries 'refrain! '
Life's laws, whatever form or frame,
appear designed to change sustain:
tenacity's successful climb
prepares ambitions which may bind
transient sentience to time -
tied to tide system whence it came.
The wheel turns, yet things much the same
remain as ever, as the blind
and seething masses, biding time,
exploited still, will try to find
answers until fresh tidal time-frame
mocks race, trace, shocks, restocks again...
Oscillating waves of Time,
wave goodbye, scarce seek behind
veil past - ancestors maritime -
and future for wings redesigned
by evolution's coded aim,
from start to coda, which no dime
could care for causal counterclaim.
From chaos patterns recombine,
an intricate design begin,
here where, there, others ended in
ice, fire, fire, ice, hope aim, scope maim,
some may celestial choir proclaim
as evidence of super brain.
Equality may some acclaim
as proof superior, maintain
win leads to loss, as loss to win
its opposite must undermine
to complement wheel waiting game
that sooner, later, Chronos will unwind.
Alternative galactic clime
through dwarf–star cooling frieze quitclaim
could freeze life first, then life-clock chime
again, again, from wild to tame,
from tame to wild as cyclic mime
vibrates, expands, contracts, the same
remaining never, - pantomime
played out repeating rondo spin
exploring waft weave out and in...
24 May 1991 revised 15 August 2006,27 July and 10 August 2008
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Dirt Sweeper is Time - Initial Version of Tipping Points
Man has reached a point in time
where he must choose before that choice
is forced upon him. Few rejoice
because the spectral pantomime
is faced with closure, cannot mime
a role with sense, nor find a voice
authentic underneath its grime.
Democracy has called the tune
since communistic threats appeared.
They, proving weaker than first feared, -
despite the missions to the moon, -
to dust dissolved are. Silver spoon
resumes his reign too highly geared
to cope with chaos which will soon
sweep the system, branches prune
which sturdy seem - soon to be sheared.
Enterprise has engineered
excesses while the baby boom
puts pressure on where once a boon
enhancing it was held, revered.
Restrictions? - Democratic doom.
It seems dream seams split one by one:
Social unrest, confusion, here.
There earthquakes, famine. Cracks appear
Inevitable. Time trap sprung!
Man machineseems out of gear,
Economies unbalanced, - fear
rampant that our race is run.
(8 October 1992)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Survival
The knell that dooms the voiceless and obscure
Stills Memnon's music with its ghostly chime;
Strength is as weakness in the clasp of Time,
And for the things that were there is no cure.
The vineyard with its fair investiture,
The mountain summit with its hoary rime,
The throne of Cæsar, Cheops' tomb sublime,
Alike decay, and only dreams endure.
Dreams for Assyria her worship won,
And India is hallowed by her dreams;
The Sphinx with deathless visage views the race
That like the lotus of a summer seems,
And, rudderless, immortally sails on
The wingèd Victory of Samothrace.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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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)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Within Each Mind
Within man's mind momentous energy
Is stored, in transit, waiting for the day
The karmic key found, masks may melt away.
However, in the meantime, blindly we
In turmoil stifle our intensity,
Nor seek to squeeze the secret of the Way.
Each in his cell lets cancer spread. Who may
Allow the soul to surface, forces free?
Creative links we keep confined, in fee,
Harnessed over lifetimes. Held at bay,
Mind and matter separated stay,
In abeyance: sad futility.
Nature’s codes Man may, one day, decrypt,
Dea[r]th death-blow dealing! Until then, dark crypt.
(21 October 1992/acrostic sonnet Within Each Mind)
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The Zoo's Closure
The skirmishing is ended, Council Members
Have played their final, unconvincing act.
Each teller calls the tally, fair, exact.
Zoo fellows have – like Phoenix from its embers –
Opened up their spleen vents, each remembers –
Or thinks he does – how things stood once, reach
Schoolchildishly against the Council sacked.
Creative thinking’s absent. Each dismembers,
Looking backwards, far from chill Decembers,
Our ‘salad days’ [cheap fiction]! For the fact
Still stands that vital funding still is lacked.
Unluckily retrenchment waits. September’s
Requested General Meeting whets the sickle,
Entrapped is Council in its pretty pickle.
(29 July 1992/Acrostic sonnet – The Zoo’s Closure)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror
You tell lies
Who put crows feet
Round my eyes?
Mirror mirror
Hanging there
Who put that grey
In my hair?
Mirror mirror
Is that me
Is that really
Me I see?
Mirror Mirror
Stop your fun
That's not me
That is my mum
Mirror mirror
Don't stare back
For it's bad luck
If you should crack
Mirror mirror
On days like these
When what I see
Doesn't please
Mirror mirror
My mood this day
Will ask you turn
The other way!
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Cusps
CUSPS
Cusps convergent redivide
Unexpectedly, conceal
Spiel links. Cause, Effect, reveal
Pre-destination never. None inside
Subtle riddles read, none ride
COherently around rune wheel,
None key, tune into, Future’s weal.
Vainly humankind has tried
Explaining karma to provide
‘Real’ explanations for Life’s reel –
Gu[s]t gest jest conundrum sealed,
Ephemeral both ebb and tide.
Connections karmic can’t collide,
Unerringly rule, school, unreel
Silk threads slippery as eel,
Prepare tomorrows far and wide,
Synchronicity complied.
Crossroads' kismet none repeal,
ON even keel draw curtains, peel
Vision peripheral aside.
Evaluation don't deride -
Response-reaction’s ceaseless meal -
Ground by, from intuitive feel.
Effect? - Coincidence’s bride!
Still writ stays fitting, locks Time’s door,
Will, Wit, ways knitting, clock rhyme's store.
Independant variation of CUSPS CONVERGE
written 10 March 2011
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CUSPS CONVERGE
Cusps converge then redivide,
Unexpectedly conceal
Symphonic links Time may reveal
Perchance some day, tune runes inside,
Subtle riddles read. Who’d ride
Concentric ripples round Fate’s wheel,
ON key, in tune with Future’s weal?
Vain mankind has often tried
Effect and Cause to link, provide
‘Real’ explanations for Life’s spiel –
Gust on Time’s breeze Death, Past, fast seal –
Ephemeral both ebb and tide.
Cusps connected can’t collide,
Unique the rule to school, unreel
Silk threads which, slippery as eel,
Prepare tomorrows far and wide,
Synchronic patterns spinn, abide,
Chaos kept on even keel, …
ONe law – or flaw – none can repeal.
Vision peripheral aside
Each should Cause search and not deride
Response-reaction’s ceaseless meal
Ground by and from Fate too few feel.
Effect? - Coincidence’s bride!
Still stays writ, fit lock for Time’s sandy wall,
Will, Ways, Wit, knit knock, door, key, rhymes, and all...
Convergency men seize upon to show
One moment their superiority
Next time, when thwarted, claim 'bad luck', blame, see
Vicious circle, counterfeited flow.
Each act is judged upon what 'chance' may sow,
Responsibility depends on ends, means, meeting key
Grandeur, defeat, or opportunity,
ENigmas solved or fallow fields' dust blow.
To 'Fate' hard knocks, to 'self' praise due, view crow!
Come double standards, rewrite history
Ordaining 'hindsight' loco parentis
Unique divinity above, below.
No credibility's accorded judgement which
TERgiversation shows twixt stitch or swich.
acrostic sonnets CUSPS CONVERGE written
8 March 2005 revised with final sonnet CONVERGENT COUNTER added 27 May 2008
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Dance Symbolic
stimuli, stimuli:
a call to attention
sustained in engulfing patience,
linearity superimposed,
through collages of sensorial receptions;
a reminder that we are alive.
stimuli, stimuli:
a reaching out to cerebral withdrawn,
resurrection from the abduction within,
beyond stillness
beyond volatile
beyond yourself unto yourself
a seamless drama unfolding.
for every step, transformed
ever coming into being,
ever anew,
against cemented unbecoming;
in the momentum,
awash…
stimuli, stimuli:
to be embraced by life
in living embraced.
poem by Chris Jelens
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Blaze Of Love
We are running out of time
Weve got one foot on the rock, and one foot over the line
This love, this loves not turning back
Well I dont know about you, but me Im following that
Late at night, watching you sleep, and I know inside, Im over the edge
Chorus:
Im goin down, down, down, in a blaze of love, in a blaze of love
Im goin down, down, down, in a blaze of love, in a blaze of love
Oh you, you can run away
You can shatter my world, scatter my dreams all over the place
But i, Ive grown to love these chains
You can tear em apart but I dont wanna escape
I close my eyes, picture your smile and I know inside, Im over the edge
Im goin down, down, down, in a blaze of love, in a blaze of love
Im goin down, down, down, in a blaze of love, blaze of love
Blaze of love
Blaze of love
(guitar solo)
Oh, Im over the edge...in a blaze of love
(down, down, down, blaze of love) blaze of love
(down, down, down) in a blaze of love, in a blaze of love
Im goin down, down, down, down, down, down
In a blaze of love (blaze of love)
Down, down, down, in a blaze of love...
song performed by by Starship
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What's My Reason For Picking Up A Pen (Italian Sonnet)
What's My Reason For Picking Up A Pen (Italian Sonnet)
What's my reason for picking up a pen
If all has been written throughout all time
There are only so many words that rhyme
Repeating the same themes over again
Much has been written of the life of men
Many of them ring out with the same chime
For they speak of mountains and mankind's climb
And the struggles to overcome our sin
The universe is a marvelous place
Filled with galaxies and more galaxies
There's many wonders in what we call space
I wonder if man will possess their keys
Will aliens accept the human race
Or will they see us as chaff in the breeze
Edwin Tanguma (10/05/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Doubts 2012 Version
Storm swept, bereft blows flow's adieu. So soon
summer, spent, adrift, ends as it begun.
April fools July, scorns those glad in June,
derelict dupe dreams when two timed one.
Evanescent osmosis, hearts in tune,
cued life to life line seeming strong as sun,
linked lighthouse beams, false gleams, beneath blue moon.
Time table turned hand squandered, canned span done.
(8 June 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Doubts
Is it already time to part? So soon
Summer ending just as it begun.
April fools July those glad in June
Brief joysous moments when two felt one.
Essential osmosis, hearts in tune,
Linked life to life-line, seemed strong as sun,
Linked lighthouse beams beneath the moon,
Eternity squandered, its span done.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I'm sublime chime rhyme,
climb from and to nothingness,
prime-time grime, slime diem
haiku by Jonathan Robin (10 April 2005)
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Surprise seduction
Surprise seduction signals siren song
As aims and aspirations all ally,
Neread nymphet nears, now dares deny
Dark Death, defying darkness. Dons ding dong
Revealing revels, rite ringing! Wrong
Is incredulity. Ideals imply
Needed norms negations nullify.
Empathy, entente, each evensong
Vital values validates via son.
All altercations abject are, awry:
Inner indulgence idleness is, I
Link life, love's letters, longing learning long
Lustrous lighthouse lantern lucky light
A Name Turns All Now To A Nova Tonight.
(28 October 1992)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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