Jonathan ROBIN

Freshman - 547 Points (22 September / London)

Jonathan ROBIN Poems

681. Acceleration Generation Regeneration Or Degeneration 1/12/2012
682. A Fire-Sided T.V. Chat By A Farsighted G E Chap 1/12/2012
683. Is Progress Over-Rated? 1/12/2012
684. Whale Of A Tale 12/26/2006
685. What Lies Beneath? 12/12/2006
686. Successive Signals 12/17/2006
687. Affair 1/24/2012
688. After Black Tie Dinner 1/24/2012
689. Grave Retrospective Version Of Retrospective Review 1/24/2012
690. 101 Of Room 202 1/24/2012
691. A Lover's Answer, A Taxed Refrain After Madeleine Bridges 1/24/2012
692. Solstice Season 9/10/2007
693. Post-Modern Culture-Nile Trial In Denial 9/28/2007
694. Stones Flake To Sand 10/31/2007
695. Reflective Mirror - From Room Of One’s Own To Shared Throne 8/11/2007
696. Vocation, Evocation, Revocation... Correlations 8/23/2007
697. How To Write Poetry Notice And Cut [n]ice 11/21/2006
698. Åš› Aura Of Felicity Lj± 7/8/2008
699. On Moving On 4/23/2011
700. Alphabetical Haiku And Senry List 1975 2007 1/2/2012
701. Synaptic Dream Scrabble Stash 1/3/2012
702. Adrenaline Shock 1/30/2012
703. Metamorphosis Catalyzed 1/30/2012
704. Word World Images 1/30/2012
705. Eternal Fire 1/30/2012
706. A Real Kind Lace Juno 1/30/2012
707. Change Through To Terminus 1/30/2012
708. Chirp 1/30/2012
709. Sheshonk He's Shrunk 2/4/2012
710. Iteration 2/4/2012
711. See Wan Man's Poison Meets Sea's Treat 2/6/2012
712. Caught Who Court Death Translation Raymond Radiguet Avec La Mort Tu Te Maries 2/6/2012
713. In Flew Enza 2/7/2012
714. Resignation 2 2/7/2012
715. Dirt Sweeper Is Time - Initial Version Of Tipping Points 2/7/2012
716. Alone 2/7/2012
717. After Buttered Bread Spreading 2/7/2012
718. Aground 2/7/2012
719. Elgin Marbles Acrostic 2/8/2012
720. Achilles Had A Little Heel After Mary Had A Little Lamb 2/8/2012

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?

Read the full of To An Ostrich Seen From Above After Frances Cornford To A Fat Woman Seen From A Train

Hong Kong

Spinning criss cross patterns as they post across the harbour,
spray kissing, barely miss each other, business to the fore,
the junks and ferries seem such toys when seen from seventh floor
or stateroom on the seventeenth, but does it matter any more?

Does it matter, for the room is insulated from outside,
from heat and from humidity, from differences too wide
in wealth and wisdom where the West unwelcome is as bride,
though brides are taken for a time, who doweries provide.

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