Once Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

These offspring of pure poet's pen
As unclaimed orphans wait till when
Love's links are stimulated, trace
Empathy in each embrace.
Once in a lifetime, only then,
Fate acts without tri[s]te mise en scène;
Perfect harmony in place
Aligned in tune with Time and Space.
Reality? Hallucinogen?
Adrenaline beyond our ken
Draws gaze towards nonpareil grace -
Impact intense naught could replace.
Seen once, to be forgotten never,
Eternal aura awes forever.

14 April 1989 revised 11 January 2008 and 8 September 2021

acrostic sonnet Tale of Paradise

ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi03_0255_robi03_0000 ASX_ILZ Once_These offspring of pure poet's pen
ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi03_0255_robi03_1985 ASX_ILZ Once_These offspring of pure poet's pen
ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi03_0255_robi03_2202 ASX_ILZ Once_These offspring of pure poet's pen

for previous versions see below

ONCE

These offspring of pure poet's pen
As unclaimed orphans wait till when
Love's links are stimulated, trace
Each ph[r]ase in roundelay's embrace.
Once in a lifetime, only then,
Find we without tri[s]te mise en scène,
Purity Time can't deface,
A note in tune with Time and Space.
Reality? Hallucinogen?
As senses swirl defenseless men,
Drawn in, reborn, gaze on true grace -
Impact intense naught could replace.
Seen once, to be forgotten never,
Eternal aura awes forever.

14 April 1989 revised 11 January 2008

for previous version see below Previous Title - Tale of Paradise

TALE OF PARADISE

These offspring of a poet's pen
Are unclaimed orphans until when
Light fairy fingers fondly trace
Each phrase with tender, sweet embrace.
Once in a lifetime, only then,
Find we without trite mise en scène,
Purity in feelings, face,
Ageless, as one with Time and Space!
Reality? Hallucinogen?
All senses swirl, mere mortal men
Do gaze in awe upon her grace!
Is she of an immortal race?
Seen once, she's forgotten never,
Eternal beauty clothes her ever!

14 April 1989

OFFSPRING

True offspring of pure poet's pen
As unclaimed orphans wait till when
Life's links are stimulated, trace
Each ph[r]ase in roundelay's embrace.
Once catalyzed, and only then,
Find we without tri[s]te mise en scène,
Purity Time can't deface,
A note in tune with Time and Space.
Reality? Hallucinogen?
As senses swirl clock seems suspen.

Drawn in, laid out, both breath and verse,
Impact intense all should rehearse,
Subject of, to, experience?
Echo imagination, sense?
Reflection fair? rhyme? prose perverse?
Epic dramatic, haiku terse?
Flow grows at nobody's expense,
Links old to new with no pretence,
Extending themes, dreams universe
Creative. Centuries traverse
To future from the present tense,
Sustains ideas, ideals immense.

Underwriting bards of old
Pure poetry need ne'er grow cold,
Of course, new meanings may appear,
Need reference points, text should stay clear
Providing into story told
Outstanding insight all behold
Excluding copies insincere
That plagiary posts to pay small beer.
Refusing censor's stranglehold,
Your poet chimes rhymes manifold.


2 September 2009


ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi03_1985_robi03_0000 ASX_IZX Offspring_True offspring of pure poet's pen
ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi03_1985_robi03_0255ASX_IZX Offspring_True offspring of pure poet's pen
ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi03_1985_robi03_2202 ASX_IZX Offspring_True offspring of pure poet's pen



Acrostic Tale of Paradise Reflects Upon Poetry


For source poem ONCE and see TALE OF PARADISE REFLECTS UPON POETRY'S CHASTE WHITE WALLS



TALE OF PARADISE REFLECTS UPON POETRY'S CHASTE WHITE WALLS

True offspring of pure poet's pen
As unclaimed orphans wait till when
Line's links are stimulated, trace
Each ph[r]ase in roundelay's embrace.
Once catalyzed, and only then,
Find we without tri[s]te mise en scène
Purity Time can't deface,
A note in tune with Time and Space.
Reality? Hallucinogen?
As senses swirl clock seems suspen.
Drawn in, laid out, both breath and verse,
Impact intense all should rehearse,
Subject of, to, experience?
Echo imagination, sense?
Reflection fair? rhyme? prose perverse?
Epic dramatic, haiku terse?
Flow grows at nobody's expense,
Links old to new with no pretense,
Extending themes, dreams universe
Creative. Centuries traverse
To future from the present tense,
Sustains ideas, ideals immense.

Underwriting bards of old
Pure poetry need ne'er grow [c]old.
Of course, new meanings may appear,
Need reference points, text should stay clear
Providing into story told
Outstanding insight all behold
Excluding copies insincere
That plagiary posts to pay small beer.
Refusing censor's stranglehold
Your poet chimes rhymes manifold,
See soul's script magic skywards steer.

Chaste white walls border pristine page
Hibernating in purity
As, from judgemental values free,
Signal slumbers, till siren sage
Time calls, walls fall, all's filled in; cage
Empties when pen pursues mind's key.
Whitewash blushes. Absentee,
Harsh ego hides pride's head off-stage
In shame, game-playing off the page!
To self stay true, coeur et esprit,
Enshrines ideals effortlessly.

Write pure sustainability,
Authentic creativity,
Links and ensures. Enduring gage
Leaves rant's spree to precocious age,
'Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste' waste fee.

21 April 2012


Acrostic Tale of Paradise Reflects Upon Poetry's Chaste White Walls