Only a Flicker
Singly stripped from off the bark
of life our days may not return,
only a flicker in the dark
swift sparkles, - matchless pages turn.
Branches leaved now bare and stark,
scarecrow stand as seasons burn
concentric rings which leave their mark
beneath the bark mid forest fern.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Time Li[n]es
TIME LI[N]ES
No frontiers or no front tears -
what difference the passing years
fence from complicity a heart
which close must live light years apart
17 May 2008
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Index Number out of Chronological Order
Time Li[n]es Poem (c) Jonathan Robin
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London Fog - 0023
Fog hangs heavy in London air,
brokers rest but for a prayer;
eyes aghast, souls in despair,
seeking business everywhere.
Bargains booked throughout the day
decline in number, then don't pay.
All about them makes them say:
'No more at market will we play! '
(12 December 1974)
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Flowing Freely
Flowing Freely
Shutters unpinned, Spring pings flight.
Wings leave ground mutter, unpinned,
kiting with the current wind,
flowing freely towards the light, -
unfettered, playful, bright,
to challenge eternity, on hope alight...
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Slow Time Undermine's Flow's Climb
Slow beats heart's flow, forgets dreams' themes once sought
Too soon faith fails, spins cobweb wraiths, sins caught
In Time's checkmate matrix grid lock. Once bold
Music wild, soul's passion dims, defiled, short-sold.
Existence pales, stales, falls, love's tales abort.
(24 May 2012)
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A Turn of Phrase
A turn of phrase, sublime or simple,
can beautify an ugly pimple
or turn a frown into a dimple,
harmony in place of racket,
music where most others lack it,
(or draw a blank and ask a packet!)
Where there’s a pen to praise a wimple,
some wimp will ink white paper, black it...
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Dulce et Decorum
DULCE ET DECORUM
Above brave soldiers’ graves green spears grow high,
crops wave gold ears, they’ve witnessed years flow by.
Poppy enclave scene: tears keen, winds sigh,
here rinse entrenched biers clean – who heeds their cry?
30 July 1977
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Upon the Lawn - 0088 - Initial Version
Upon the lawn there lay last night
a crystal carpet, cotton white,
soon morn shall dawn with golden ray
and spirit all the snow away.
Yet with a little luck we might
enjoy the sight and share delight,
and if snow thaws, as well it may,
we know we will recall this day.
(23 June 1975)
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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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Tapis Roulant - French
T’a-t-il versé ses sous pour l’amour de ton urne?
A-t-il rempli la vue en restant taciturne?
Pariah a-t-on vu, mais leurs trajets nocturnes -
Illusions perdues – passent vite, la roue tourne,
Et qui joue brûle ses ailes en blâmant Saturne!
© Jonathan Robin 20 November 1990
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