Jonathan ROBIN

Freshman - 746 Points (22 September / London)

Fly Tale It Is - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Look around you, man of war, see souls perish by the score,
cannon fodder, more fall, more, decimating human store
till winner’s whim armed peace restore.

Look around you, man of peace, we the multitudes increase –
until Nature’s sword, disease, decrees disordered growth should cease
and then the hungry hordes decrease.

Man at peace, or Man at war, both bring werewolf to the door,
but once defeated, this is sure, the primacy one would enstore
the other steals when wheel keels o’er.

One would appease, the other, he’s wrathful, ruthless as Ares.
One incarnates Socrates immortalized in Grecian frieze,
the other – mean mentalities.

Is existence one great tease? Where’s the wood and where the trees?
Coded causal mysteries turn friends into enemies,
self-defeating fallacies, ambitions and activities,
one part frees, one part freeze, emotions, efforts, Fate's claws seize.
All spins between two poles and these care less for Man than for his fleas.

Fly Tale It Is - Flytalities - Vitalities - Fatal I Tease - Fatal It Ease - Fatalities

(31 March 1977 revised 11 April 2010)


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Previous version entitled Tease
Look around you, man of war, see souls perish by the score,
cannon fodder, more fall, more, decimating human store
‘til winner’s word armed peace restore.

Look around you, man of peace, we the multitudes increase –
until Nature’s sword, disease, decrees disordered growth should cease
and then the hungry hordes decrease.

Man at peace, or Man at war, both bring werewolf to the door,
but once defeated, this is sure, to primacy one may instore
the other till the wheel keels o’er.

One would appease, the other, he’s wrathful, ruthless as Ares.
One incarnates Socrates immortalized in Grecian frieze,
the other – all men’s enemies!

Is existence one great tease? Where’s the wood and where the trees?
Who the pattern’s mysteries may unwind, - activities
self-defeating fallacies, ambitions and activities,
one part frees, one part freeze, emotions, efforts, ecstacies?
All spins between two poles and these care less for Man than for his fleas.
(31 March 1977)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 11, 2013


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