Jonathan ROBIN

Freshman - 553 Points (22 September / London)

Jonathan ROBIN Poems

561. Wave Goodbye 12/13/2006
562. Fragile Sum 12/13/2006
563. Ars Gratia 12/13/2006
564. Lost And Found 12/15/2006
565. Post Tops Stop Spot - Anagram Verse 12/15/2006
566. Pen Unpriced Poetry 12/15/2006
567. We Come This Way Once 12/15/2006
568. Praise In Play 12/15/2006
569. Transfer 12/16/2006
570. No Need To Ask 12/16/2006
571. Thought Waves 12/16/2006
572. From All In All Tall To Not At All Small 12/18/2006
573. Brahma Winks 12/21/2006
574. And I... Et In Arcadia Ego Fui - Thesis And Antithesis 12/21/2006
575. Investment Fund – For Lucinda 12/21/2006
576. Happiness A Mask 12/21/2006
577. Not Only Violins And Roses 12/21/2006
578. Blue, Brown And Gold 12/22/2006
579. Numbers 12/22/2006
580. Swift Transition 12/22/2006
581. Will The Phoenix? 12/22/2006
582. Three F[r]iends 12/22/2006
583. Start The Day - Parody The Lounger - Oxford Sausage 1767 12/22/2006
584. Switch 12/25/2006
585. Seasonal Paradox 12/25/2006
586. One Wonders 12/25/2006
587. From Rana To Rani 12/26/2006
588. What Is Meant? What Sent? 12/26/2006
589. Love’s Scene Seen 12/28/2006
590. Smilestone 12/28/2006
591. On Stream - From Sunken Spring Source Into Rising Sun 12/28/2006
592. Under Standing 12/28/2006
593. Page Turn Soon 12/28/2006
594. Awning 12/28/2006
595. Old Sea Saws And Modern Instances 12/28/2006
596. Nonesuch 1/2/2007
597. As Outcast And Forecast 12/2/2006
598. Siren Song 12/2/2006
599. Challenge Calls 12/2/2006
600. On Cue 12/2/2006

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

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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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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