Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 231 Points (22 September / London)

One May Write With Forked Tongue - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

ON written ciphers you depend
EMit and then amend your speech,
AYe, there's the rub for when I teach
WRit long till generations' end
IT will run true, no falsehood rend.
Echoes base pale face - white leach -
WIll suck to meanings change to beach
THe sense when times upon fresh bend
FOrwards embark or backwards trend
Refuting fair traditions. Each
Knows Time revenge exacts to reach
EDitions new that few defend.
TONe tribal sends reviving stream
GUEst welcomes with true story's gleam.

(c) Jonathan Robin - acrostic sonnet One May Write With Forked Tongue written 14 January 2007

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 25, 2008

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