Jonathan ROBIN

Freshman - 581 Points (22 September / London)

Jonathan ROBIN Poems

561. As Outcast And Forecast 12/2/2006
562. Siren Song 12/2/2006
563. Challenge Calls 12/2/2006
564. On Cue 12/2/2006
565. Countdown 12/2/2006
566. Will The Phoenix? 12/22/2006
567. Three F[r]iends 12/22/2006
568. Start The Day - Parody The Lounger - Oxford Sausage 1767 12/22/2006
569. Switch 12/25/2006
570. Seasonal Paradox 12/25/2006
571. One Wonders 12/25/2006
572. From Rana To Rani 12/26/2006
573. Love’s Scene Seen 12/28/2006
574. Smilestone 12/28/2006
575. On Stream - From Sunken Spring Source Into Rising Sun 12/28/2006
576. Under Standing 12/28/2006
577. Page Turn Soon 12/28/2006
578. Awning 12/28/2006
579. Old Sea Saws And Modern Instances 12/28/2006
580. Nonesuch 1/2/2007
581. End Of The Road 12/12/2006
582. From Weeds' Ground To Seeds Found 12/12/2006
583. Missing Links 12/13/2006
584. Dispense Sensation 12/13/2006
585. Solely Soluble Soliton Soul Solutions 1/15/2007
586. Heart To Heart Though Far Apart 2/4/2007
587. Inner Recognition Awakens Idyllic Nirvana Eternal 2/8/2007
588. Troubadour À Muse 2/8/2007
589. Trust 2/10/2007
590. Awakening Shapes Awakening 2/12/2007
591. What Mission Now? 2/13/2007
592. On Apes And Angels 2/13/2007
593. S[t]alking Mirror Sestina - Cv In Hand 2/13/2007
594. Leaflet 2/15/2007
595. Timed Thread 2/18/2007
596. Magic Charm's Promised Land 2/20/2007
597. A Plan For All Seasons-Parody Vicar Of Bray Applied To France 4/7/2007
598. Carrolling Ii-Parody Lewis Carroll–the Mad Gardener’s Song 4/15/2007
599. Is One Blamed? 5/2/2007
600. Discipline 5/2/2007

Comments about Jonathan ROBIN

  • M M (1/10/2012 6:25:00 AM)

    A very talented poet, whose poems are always beautifully penned, not only through the choice of the words (mostly far beyond relevance) , but also through the thoughts these poems carry... and the sense of humour.
    Some of these pieces can be considered as masterpieces.

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  • Jack Sprat (1/5/2012 3:18:00 PM)

    It is not surprising to find Jonathan Robin among the top hundred most popular poets on Poemhunter... and apparently he has also 10 poems ranked in the top 20 out of 4 million on allpoetry. Looking at his biography one is surprised that he finds time to write in such a diversity of traditional styles on so many subjects, both contemporary and classical. One is confused by the number of poems nominally on poemhunter - less than 1400 compared to more than two thousand in his poetry book apparently available for download. As written in one of the comments below 'This gent has experimented with every possible poetic medium out there and with exceptional results.' - one can only agree and applaud.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (4/4/2009 1:28:00 AM)

    deep within i find a perfect blending of matter and manner, beautiful poems.

  • M S (12/14/2006 4:13:00 PM)

    There are plenty of gems scattered through this vast poetic field. This gent has experimented with every possible poetic medium out there and with exceptional results. I have found myself skipping through the long-winded verbosities and brain-teasing acrostics, but got cought on the more personable social commentaries and those that were rooted in personal experiences. But then again, chaqun a son gout. Spin the wheel and see where chance will land you, chances are you won't be disappointed.

Best Poem of Jonathan ROBIN

It Rains In My Heart - Translation Paul Verlaine – Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur

It rains in my heart
as on town and on mart,
pours down longings that start
to reign in my heart!

Oh soft ringing of rain
poured on earth, eave and pane,
for poor heart feeling pain,
oh the ringing of rain!

It rains without reason
in hurt heart fears have lease on.
What? - no season for treason?
Do I grieve without reason?

What most hurts me, I wait
‘Why’ not knowing, sad fate,
without love, without hate,
On my heart lies deadweight!

Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.
Quelle est cette ...

Read the full of It Rains In My Heart - Translation Paul Verlaine – Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur

Prosperity Palls

PROSPERITY PALLS
The era of pleasure is over for ever,
prosperity palls, seldom fails to appal.
When seeking some sanity see we should sever
last links with societal sirens that call
after all with fast laughter, considering never
that Man’s many illusions to dust must soon fall,
as dispassionate Death’s thrall not even keen, clever,
can ever avert, all are measured withal.

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