Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Writers' Real Mirror Reflection Reel 1294 with all due acknowledgement to Rudyard Kipling IF Current Version


With inside out, and out, surprised, inside,
through penning verse whose end may, too, begin it,
when rhyming reel with real can coincide:
“your’s is the world and everything that’s in it.”

If you can write free from cash motivation,
self-righteousness avoiding like the plague,
create concensus round an innovation
embraced by all without appearing vague.

If brains rein in crass critics’ barren blaster
from tumour rumours’ hiss dismiss base blame,
take not to heart prosaic ‘f[r]ee verse’ plaster,
with humour beat fools at name game’s lame claim.

If you can channel energy creative
[d]well in advance of others in your field,
without confusing nominative, dative,
rei[g]n arguments through cogency revealed
in context, in a manner innovative,
code palimpsests from all save sage concealed,
where trust in self is never compensative,
response bans gut reaction, will not yield.

If you would link great ends to small beginnings,
brag not, nor tag each pristine copy sold;
if sharing seems more vital than gold winnings,
trim quill with will rich which won’t be short-sold.
If, ignorance ignored, your storied spinnings,
create a pot no Potter has outsold,
outlaw poor flaws, restore sure underpinnings,
steer clear from fear towards horizons bold,
and catalyze wise good within you flowing
to stitch pitched tent far from skin deep kitsch brink,
then you may give the nod and wink while knowing
all mental states aren’t always in the pink.

If you use inner kinks to keep on growing
without denying others’ right to think,
if you’d continue for fair future sowing,
refuse muse use of unfair aims that stink,
you should wait, wise, untired by weight of waiting,
if libelled, never lie kowtow to crowd,
inspire lyre’s fire, unfazed by petty hating,
avoiding looking good, hold head unbowed.

If you can lead lead soldiers Caxton crafted,
reject surrender to crass compromise,
discernment sent, burn bias, spurn crowd shafted,
let work shine, shirk no line truth’s soul supplies.

If you think, scan, link logic, span emotion,
set constant course from vested interests clear,
if you can ban all untoward commotion
while conscience clings to all that it holds dear.
If rhymes combine to mock piss prose misdrafted,
communicating key truths through youth’s eyes,
you’ll find to your surprise that you have rafted
on stream when witless schemes reverse dream tries.

On stream when witless schemes reverse dream tries
you’ll find to your surprise that you have rafted
communicating key truths through youth’s eyes
if rhymes combine to mock piss prose misdrafted
while conscience clings to all that it holds dear.
If you can ban all untoward commotion,
set constant course from vested interests clear
if you think, scan, link logic, span emotion.

Let work shine. Shirk no line truth’s soul supplies.
Discernment sent, burn bias, spurn crowd shafted,
reject surrender to crass compromise,
If you can lead lead soldiers Caxton crafted.

Avoiding looking good, hold head unbowed.
inspire lyre’s fire, unfazed by petty hating,
if libelled, never lie kowtow to crowd,
you should wait, wise, untired by weight of waiting.
Refuse muse use of unfair aims that stink
if you’d continue for fair future sowing
without denying others’ right to think,
if you use inner kinks to keep on growing.

All mental states aren’t always in the pink?
Then you may give the nod and wink while knowing
to stitch pitched tent far from skin deep kitsch brink,
and catalyze wise good within you flowing,
steer clear from fear towards horizons bold.
Outlaw poor flaws, restore sure underpinnings,
create a pot no Potter has outsold;
If, ignorance ignored, your storied spinnings
trim quill with will rich which won’t be short-sold,
if sharing seems more vital than gold winnings,
brag not, nor tag each pristine copy sold -
if you would link great ends to small beginnings.

Response bans gut reaction, will not yield
where trust in self is never compensative.
Code palimpsests from all save sage concealed,
in context, in a manner innovative.
Rei[g]n arguments through cogency revealed
without confusing nominative, dative,
[d]well in advance of others in your field
if you can channel energy creative.

Embraced by all without appearing vague.
create concensus round an innovation
self-righteousness avoiding like the plague,
with humour beat fools at name game’s lame claim.
If you can write free from cash motivation,
take not to heart prosaic ‘f[r]ee verse’ plaster,
from tumour rumours’ hiss dismiss base blame,
if brains rein in crass critics’ barren blaster

“Your’s is the world and everything that’s in it.”
when rhyming reel with real can coincide
through penning verse whose end may, too, begin it,
with inside out, and out, surprised, inside.

(21 April 2013)

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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