Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 143 Points (22 September / London)

Jonathan ROBIN Poems

2321. Will The Phoenix? 12/22/2006
2322. Wings 11/26/2006
2323. Wings - 1290 - Initial Version 4/16/2012
2324. Wings Unshuttered 8/30/2013
2325. Winter Dance Ukraine Train Trip Lughansk 1/12/2013
2326. Wise Epic Can'T Untruss Epicanthus Eyes Thus 9/6/2013
2327. Wishful Thinking A Premature Soviet Farewell To Solidarnosc After William Shakespeare The Tempest - Prospero's Farewell To His Magic 9/10/2013
2328. Wistful Grief 9/10/2013
2329. Within Each Mind 5/2/2007
2330. Woe To Be [h]old 10/21/2006
2331. Wonder 12/7/2006
2332. Wor[l]d Discovery 5/2/2007
2333. Word World Images 1/30/2012
2334. Words' Whirled World Twirl Swirls Through Shadowy Embrace 9/6/2013
2335. Words Woven - Parody Mary Beuley - Words Woven 11/10/2006
2336. Work In Progress 7/6/2013
2337. World Word Canvas 9/10/2013
2338. Writers' Real Mirror Reflection Reel 1294 With All Due Acknowledgement To Rudyard Kipling If Current Version 4/21/2013
2339. Wrong Turning 10/16/2006
2340. Wry Rise Fall Call Chance Think Link Dance 1/4/2013
2341. Yann Lester: 24th April 1996 10/26/2006
2342. Yarn 11/26/2006
2343. Yellowstone Caldera 8/30/2013
2344. Yggdrasil 6/13/2013
2345. Yokohama Go Game 12/11/2006
2346. You Are Bold Mother Jillian - Parody Robert Southey, Lewis Carroll 8/5/2006
2347. Your Eyes 5/26/2013
2348. Zhanna Ruban 1/10/2013
2349. Zoo Blues - Parody T.S. Eliot Macavity 10/9/2008
2350. Zusammen 5/29/2013
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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Hong Kong

Spinning criss cross patterns as they post across the harbour,
spray kissing, barely miss each other, business to the fore,
the junks and ferries seem such toys when seen from seventh floor
or stateroom on the seventeenth, but does it matter any more?

Does it matter, for the room is insulated from outside,
from heat and from humidity, from differences too wide
in wealth and wisdom where the West unwelcome is as bride,
though brides are taken for a time, who doweries provide.

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