The Answer Lies... or... The Answer Lies?
Frustration's shadow fades not as moon rises,
but open heart prepares for fair surprises,
dream scenes encounter reconciliation
between hopes, - for self-fear's no consolation
as coffee cups can all too soon turn cold,
and golden hues nerves spurn turn silver old.
The answer, lies discarding, finds what wise is
seems metamorphosis, winged nymph arises
to shed protection's superficial station,
to touch NOT think superlative sensation,
Energies, rechannelled, warmth enfold
but bubble thoughts true sentiments withhold...
(c) Jonathan Robin - written 9 April 2008
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Protection Shed
Frustration's shadow fades not as moon rises,
but open heart prepares for fair surprises,
dream scenes encounter reconciliation
between hopes, fears. Few can draw consolation
from coffee cups which all too soon turn cold,
whose golden hues turn tarnish stain. Behold...
The answer, lies discarding, finds what wise is
seems metamorphosis, winged nymph star rises
to shed protection's superficial station,
to touch NOT think superlative sensation,
Energy, rechannelled, warmth enfolds
but bubble outburst sentiments withholds.
9 April 2008
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Principles of Wisdom and Wisdom of Principles
Life links experience in skeins to solve
its crucial questions before we dissolve.
Weave principles round wisdom from within
as asset principal, discarding sin.
If cause/effect equations can evolve,
through equity verse, chapter, must begin.
(c) Jonathan Robin written 22 April 2008
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Paint Life’s Book
Play through infra violent ultra read
As animate, inanimate induce
Inner vibrations spelling soul_in_head,
New stimulations which in turn produce
The colours of the mind behind diffuse
Tone temptations senses may seduce.
Heed each heartbeat pulse - though seem abstruse
Echoes of stone to stone, star, star, - what loose
Before appeared, neared, no words need be said.
One second blind, mind focus finds, to spread,
Over dimensions few tune into, fed
Kabbalah key all questions will reduce,
OFfer solutions to the here and now -
LIFE is an open book, - touch, know no fear!
© Jonathan Robin – Acrostic sonnet written 19 April 2005
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Skin Deep
Skin spurns trite superficiality,
Kinship finds as surfaces disperse.
Intuitive, two rhyme and role reverse
Nature's comfort zones, free verse heart's plea.
Seasons and Time shed, sensitivity
Knowledge hard discards, hope can converse
In touch with touch for such much growth may nurse,
New light affords, cuts cords, as tendrils key
Subtly into each other - 'you' IS 'me'.
Karmic chance retracts roadblocks transverse,
Intact tact, tactile joys may reimburse
Numb days awaiting electricity.
SKIp through formal constraints to contact base,
INsights unite, may man-maid rings replace...
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 3 April 2008
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Hay Ride
HAY RIDE
However the story is told,
take issue as tissues you fold,
let cold Winter's hand wringing,
turn to Spring that’s spent singing
fresh vision illusions remould.
Notwithstanding how passion burned bold,
Cupid's wings seemed soon clipped, Love turned cold
when where donging and dinging
the telephone ringing
reminds one of lover on hold.
So make hay while the sun shines, - when old
stocks fall flat, that is that, soon shortsold,
no new rises beginning,
so surprises joy bringing,
just viagra to temper the scold.
Turn to dreams of tomorrow, enjoy
light and life while with warm heart employ
time to past troubles heal,
with no need to conceal,
and discover another true joy.
No need to forgive or forget,
just seek fairer future unmet,
live life up to the hilt
don't regret bad blood spilt
but look forward, fresh appetite whet.
28 October 2005, expanded 5 April 2008
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Osmosis Links
Links may spontaneously flower
mysteriously in an hour.
Oasis metamorphosis,
stars bliss synonymous with kiss,
transforming through transcendent power
strong bond long longed for, to endower
two hearts with hope. Analysis
is absent, gratitude remiss.
Awaiting empathetic bower,
once wandering, wide world would scour,
acceptance shared helps man and miss
to merge, defences shed, dismiss
superficial difference,
reluctance sitting on the fence.
6 April 1990 revised 16 July 2008
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The Whirling Wheels of Change
All changes at each station stop,
as some jump on, off others hop.
A few with you the journey spend
from the beginning to the end.
Some with the wind spin as a top
when tables turn then off they drop.
Some hand in hand take arms, defend
your cause, and, tender, heartache mend.
Acquaintances along the way
appear, uncertain is their stay,
for there are some who one short day
take time, make trouble, before they
all hospitality gainsay,
leave empty promises of May.
”long cool sequestered way” we wend
each day, - though few may count as friend
how precious each, no need to sop
when reciprocity won’t stop.
The train of life rounds one last bend,
it is your own turn to descend.
As Charon ploughs another crop
someone else must mind the shop...
© Jonathan ROBIN Poem written 12 December 1974 & 12 April 2005
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Gilt Written - after Shel Silverstein Snowball
I prayed myself a_trophy,
as golden as could be,
so Vivian and Sophie,
on PH poetry
could [g]ape at gilt reflection
praise find for rhyme ahead,
ignoring recollection
mind's guilt ridden instead.
Winged trophy I would merit,
make Pegasus so proud,
hear nightingale and ferret
recite my rants aloud.
Alas, verse earns no pennies,
points can't be traded in
for sense, cents, spinning Jennies,
lest stanzas' stall begin...
I'll seek through silver second
sweet consolation prize,
feat which at least is reckoned
worth more than Styxs hiss sighs.
Perhaps Judge tender-hearted
shall honour my request
if not, I'd best get started
on bronze song jest in_quest
Ingesting judgements hasty
my tasty morsels may
sell more than punning pastry,
internal interplay
perhaps bright bronze write earns me,
if not I'll add, ahem!
my Muse, pray never spurn me,
bestowing just H.M.!
[c] Jonathan Robin - Parody Sheldon Silverstein Snowball written 7 June 2008
Snowball
I made myself a snowball,
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for it's head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first, it wet the bed.'
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Polyacrostic Palimpsest - Ses Mots Sont Ici II
Notes on Polyacrostic Palimpsests
Acrostic: Verse in which certain letters form a word or message
Polyacrostic: Several acrostics within the same composition
Acrostics to be found below
Ses mots sont ici [vertical acrostic from 1st Line S of has] [French – his/her words are here]
Susan Sellers SS [1 vertical external and 2 diagonal bottom up acrostics keyed as above to the 1st line S of has]
Palimpsest:
A manuscript on which more than one text is written with
earlier writing, or one level of meaning, partially visible.
Ses Mots Sont Ici II
Sweet friend has Time Time conquered in your heart,
used no successes’ superficial glow
somehow as jest so settle life as though
all fades, - a dream's drawn ready to depart?
Not in the years of age should these thoughts start!
So often sleep steals laughter, ends Time’s flow,
expels old love, sends slight grace, - then we go.
life dies away as cold evenings chart
Life is a song whose chorus sings: Depart!
Even now cause and effect knock, so
reward each instant, Time shan't wait, you know.
So seek within, till safe your soul, then part.
Surrender true choice not, return trust's song
Sure to evolve, find Way, may soul stay strong...
16 May 2005 revised 6 January 2007
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Sweet friend has Time Time conquered in your heart.
Used no successes’ superficial glow
Somehow as jest so swift adopted though
A glued remora’s maw right hard to part.
Not in the years of freedom should one start!
So often sleep steals laughter, and, Time’s flow,
Expels old love, sends slight sursis. We go.
Lives leave ere summer’s eves grow long, ends chart.
life as silence soon falls stricken by Time's dart.
Even now, while in fame your name may grow,
Ribald critics try, false praise bestow.
So seek within, till safe your soul, - spurn mart.
Surprises will chains burst, turn tables, - you’re
Sure to win, and find Eve’s apple’s [s]core...
© Jonathan Robin – written 19 January 1992 revised 6 January 2007
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You Turn Me On
I wake up in a different daylight
Guess i haven't been around
See me follow the shadow haunting your body
Naked like water - shining like honey
Move me - you turn me on - the thrill of it all
You turn me on - the thrill of it all
You turn me on - the thrill of it all
I read in the paper how everything's changed
But it's all the same - it's out of the game
I reach out and touch an endless temptation live in a dream - the strangest sensation
Move me - you turn me on...
The lines i have written are the lines on your face
They merge out of nowhere - and leave with no trace
And i've had the feeling we're turnin' to one
When everything's said - when everything's done
Move me - you turn me on...
You move me - oh, baby, turn me on
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The Sacrament
I hear you breathe so far from here
I feel your touch so close and real
And I know
My church is not of silver and gold,
It's glory lies beyond judgement of souls
The commandments are of consolation and warmth
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
I hear you weep so far from here
I taste your tears like you're next to me
And I know
my weak prayers are not enough to heal
The ancient wounds so deep and so dear
The revelation is of hatred and fear
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
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One Only
One only, if the truth be told,
could breathe life into ingot gold,
one only rhyme with harmony
from here until eternity,
one only answer clear and saint
when called, fair features never faint.
One only can't be oversold,
whose warmth may melt the harshest cold,
one only, comely, melody,
inspires and fires to psalmody,
one only who no mortal paint
can imitate, no envy taint.
One only may within her fold
all talents show, gifts manifold,
one only challenges Time's see,
personnifies all good there be.
One only praise without restraint
deserves, all serve without complaint.
One only! Others, unconsoled,
admit unique is fairest mould.
One only holds the world in fee,
most bountiful from sea to sea.
One only nothing can attaint,
ignores both artifice, constraint.
One only in this valentine
shines brightly here in every line...
(c) Jonathan Robin written 27 January 2008
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Dreams Drawn to Real Reel Redefining 'Peace
Morn's haze through midday's blaze to twilight glaze,
All roads roam homewards where mind finds release.
Unswervingly towards one sought thoughts raise
Dreams drawn to real reel redefining 'peace'.
Emotions' oceans swirl around our planet
Currents criss-cross counter_clock wise fools,
Mock pre-definitions 'sound', aground. None plan it
An answer found heart fans and never cools.
Underpinning all, yet all above,
Destiny spins through cause and effect
Eliminating barricades as love
Challenges presuppositions wrecked.
May phoenix rise from embers, whose glow shows
Complicity far further forwards flows...
Dreams Drawn to Real Reel Redefining 'Peace'
[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet written 17 June 2008
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April May June Duly Appear August
Another day spins round, another moon
Plies silver gossamer surprise profound.
Rebounding droplets of spaced spring too soon
In Lethe's stream eternity resound.
Life drips despondently, some say, tear drowned.
As April breasts Spring's crest, as lovers spoon,
Perceive leaf, bud and bowls' rich garb fresh found,
Rainbow bridge 'twixt mad March, warm May, June.
Imagination's tendrils intertwine,
Leap out from Winter's protective cocoon,
And span star-spangled sky, lands fertilize,
PRepare the ground for future harvest wine.
..If Truth be Beauty, April offers boon,
..Links seasons' sparkle, Life reflects, replies.
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet APRIL written 13 April 2008 - see To Tint Mad March with Tenderness of June
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Turn To Me
Turn to me - when your heart breaks away
Turn to me - don't turn me away
When everything's sad and down
When you're looking for somewhere to run
Why don't you turn to me?
Turn to me
Why don't you turn to me?
Turn to me
Turn to me - when the moon gets to go
Turn to me - when the story's been told
When everything's dim and grey
And you're hitting a rainbow way
Why don't you turn to me?
Turn to me
Why don't you turn to me?
Turn to me
Now that christmas is here
A shadow of fears
And if you want to seek ....
Turn to me and read these lonely lonely eyes
Why don't you?
Why don't you turn to me?
Turn to me!
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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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Solar Winds of Change
The wind and sun had a contest as to who could remove the man's coat first. The wind blew cold over and over, and only succeeded in causing the man to wrap the coat more tightly around him. The sun sent light as warmth and the man removed his coat.
Which, wind or shine, succeeds in wager struck
brute force perforce? or gentle sun in luck?
The one with demons fights without, within,
the other tempts, litotes as kingpin.
If win or lose upon some throw of dice
depended - would world end in fire or ice?
One coat of superficial paint when shed
tomorrows' sorrows may prepare abed,
for if Sun Wind preceded in the game,
the coatless man might catch cold for his shame,
and if Wind worries first, with Sun to follow
blows hot and cold, then painful 'tis to swallow.
Perchance the answer lies in causal chain
prepared by Fate which patience tries with pain.
Again hot, cold, alternate night and day
play cyclic games, ply round the clock to weigh
the Gods' desires and plans no man may know:
for here today, tomorrow gone, to show
little while pride may stride upon the earth,
and even less when birth bows out to berth.
(7 April 2010)
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Fountain of Dreams
FOUNTAIN OF DREAMS
From dreams into reality
Reeled frames unpeel hopes' filmy foam,
Open imagination, roam
More, more than most may ever see.
Fast flicker fades apparently,
Or maybe finds a second home
Urging inner honeycomb -
Neuronal mind mass - subtly
To rediscover harmony
As drops pull out all stops to free
Insight bright of starry dome
Newborn, untorn, in polychrome
Offering serendipity
From here until eternity.
Dreams' rainbow bridges sea to sea.
REal dress rehearsal thus provide,
AMalgamating in/outside.
Splice light to life's soft symphony.
23 July 2008
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The Sacrament
I hear you breathe so far from me
I feel your touch so close and real
And I know
My church is not of silver and gold,
Its glory lies beyond judgement of souls
The commandments are of consolation oh
You know our sacred dream wont fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
I hear you weep so far from me
I taste your tears like youre next to me
And I know
That our prayers are not enough to give
Oh the ancient runes so deep and so dear
The revelation is our patron fear
You know our sacred dream wont fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
You know our sacred dream wont fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
You know our sacred dream wont fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
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How has Affection come from Prudence Suspicious to Metamorphosis Deliciously Propitious?
How has affection come
On bottle surfed to shore,
What soul-song once struck dumb
Has blossomed more and more.
Anguish to joy succomb!
Sensations Spring restore.
Awaited long, hope's hum
Feels, unconcealed, heals core
FEttered, heart's conundrum
Ceases to weigh rapports,
TIes no more knots, love's crumb
ON life's table's turned delicious
COunters prudence suspicious,
MEtamorphosis propitious...
(c) Jonathan Robin acrostic How has Affection come written 14 May 2008
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