Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 143 Points (22 September / London)

Jonathan ROBIN Poems

1. Conservative Reelection After Edmund Spenser - The Faerie Queen Book Ii -new- 5/28/2015
2. Introductions 5/2/2014
3. Semper Alicubi Sum 5/2/2014
4. Hiss Verse 5/2/2014
5. Heart And Mind 5/2/2014
6. Poetic Vision 5/4/2014
7. Quit False Safety 5/7/2014
8. Sic Transit Sapiens 5/10/2014
9. Sheila Thornton Hidden Haven 5/10/2014
10. Sad Indeed To See 5/13/2014
11. So Sink We To Rest 5/15/2014
12. Mary's Lily Lamb 5/21/2014
13. Riddle My Riddle Dear What's On 5/22/2014
14. Tomato Sprawl Scrawl 5/27/2014
15. Itch Pitch 5/29/2014
16. Upon Julia's Tears, Voice And Togs Under Lock And Key After Robert Herrick 6/16/2014
17. Timely Rubaiyat 9/23/2014
18. Farm Cocks After Joyce Kilmer Alarm Clocks 10/5/2014
19. Sins Of The Fathers After Rupert Brooke Sonnet Reversed 10/5/2014
20. Let Me Display Your Pennant 10/21/2014
21. Est Echo Ainsi Dense Coincidence 11/9/2014
22. Mocked By Deaf Fame 1/6/2015
23. To Cinders Turned -new- 5/20/2015
24. Offspring 8/30/2013
25. Channelled Creativity 8/30/2013
26. Stalactite Column After Ogden Nash - The Termite 8/30/2013
27. Flight 8/30/2013
28. Wings Unshuttered 8/30/2013
29. Chance Interruption 8/30/2013
30. The New Year 8/30/2013
31. Blood Flood 8/31/2013
32. Even Essence After Marion K Maa Lumin Essence 8/31/2013
33. To The Last Syllable Of Recorded Time 8/31/2013
34. Flow 9/1/2013
35. To Forever 9/1/2013
36. Full Fill Meant 5/31/2013
37. Promise Sing Response 5/31/2013
38. Living Lie 5/31/2013
39. Mutating Musings 5/31/2013
40. The Mobile Passee After Arthur Clement Hilton – The Heathen Passee Bret Harte – The Heathen Chinee And Algernon Swinburne Atalanta 9/4/2013
Best Poem of Jonathan ROBIN

To An Ostrich Seen From Above After Frances Cornford To A Fat Woman Seen From A Train

Why do you bury your head underground,
risking so much and so much?
O black and white ostrich with feathers all found,
why do you bury your head in the ground
while the grass is so soft and the hunter’s around
and the trigger is light on the touch?
O why do you bury your head underground,
risking so much and so much?

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To Cinders Turned

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,
Lush rush, ambition flush: soon crash is
finality limb, wing, plant, fin
fall subject to before waste bin
trashes mortal mirage dashes,
traceless sinks brave, knave, saint, sin.

Boom to bust, to tomb from Ashes
is call all know as forty lashes

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