Lonely, One Wanders Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

LONELY, ONE WANDERS
Lonely, one wanders through cowed crowd,
awaiting comprehension's rays,
with warmth, complicity endowed -
beamed circlet lighthouse dream replays.

Unused to being understood,
deep insight into others bored,
both trees, wood seen, both bad and good,
subjective blinkers are abhorred.

Rejecting pinions, hot-air steam,
against life's gales hale see free stride
beyond cross-purposes, hope's stream
all bridges crossed, but few abide
beside, stay worthy, as if team
teemed more in mind, for most, ghost blind,
prefer free-ride to truth they deem
a double-bind to leave behind.

Hope's scope endangered, disavowed,
rebuilding disappointed schemes,
one threads paths strange, by most unploughed -
oft scorned by, scorning, dark extremes.

Absent present, head in cloud
world windy winds while surface calm
veils strong emotions, soul unbowed,
yet ever seeking soothing balm.

Deceptive calm. True tenets try
to understand and to translate,
so all unite, so none fight shy
of fighting prejudice and hate.

Discriminating wrong from right
answers are sought to questions which
heed open ways enlightened, might
seed needs’ fulfillment keyed and rich.

If deep ideals intense, avowed
seem rarely shared so seldom aired,
all are important, though aloud
convictions not often bared.

True sense of purpose has withstood
positions frozen - chosen door
open on mission, inner good
opposing pride and rotten core.

Ignorant idols unkowtowed,
one wanders on and wonders much
why most dream themes seem disallowed,
come at a price too few dare touch.

Against the 'current', with the stream
of light and life one soars serene,
is it surprising that strong gleam
remains unshared?

25 December 1997 revised 1 July 2007,4 December 2008 and 21 October 2009

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for previous version entitled Lonely, He’d Wander see below
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Lonely, He’d Wander

Lonely, he’d wander through cowed crowd,
awaiting some supportive rays,
with warmth, complicity endowed -
beamed circlet lighthouse dream replays.
To those endangered, disavowed,
rebuilding disappointed schemes,
he’d thread paths strange, by most unploughed -
e’er scorned by, scorning, dark extremes.

Unused to being understood,
his insight into others bored,
trees left unsawed, ignored not wood,
nor could - for blinkers he abhorred.
Should soon translated into would,
for vacillation few afford.
Ways found through means profound and good
to ploughshare turned destructive sword.

Empowerment, autonomy
seem second nature more than choice,
where waft and weft of destiny
are woven pattern for fair voice
whose song weighs conscienciously
opinions, never can rejoice
when others meet adversity
or by their own petard are hoist.

Beside him few abide, for team
teems more in fable, most, ghost blind,
prefer free-ride to truth they deem
outside their comfort zone assigned.
Holistic overview from dream
he’d draw despite disdain’s doubts signed
by compromises that unwind
before ink dries on double-bind.

Unsurpassed both present, past,
reviewed to help anticipate
events and causes few forecast,
attempting to alleviate
life’s swings and roundabouts, voids vast,
unhesitatingly berates
cant, crippling censorship, aghast
stood firm ‘gainst those who’d confiscate
the fruit of labours fools outclassed.

Deceptive calm. His tenets tried
to comprehend and to translate,
communicate, so none fight shy
of fighting prejudice and hate.
Yet truth is twisted or denied
by those who would prevaricate
to profit take, rake on the side
unjustified tithe, title, bait.

Discriminating wrong from right
he’d sought to questions answers which
sourced open ways enlightened, might
seed needs’ fulfillment keyed to stitch
alternatives that help highlight
unfair advantages the rich
would fain retain though strain and blight
the homeless who would their tents pitch.

If his ideals intense, unbowed,
notions deep, seemed seldom shared,
each proved important, though aloud
opinions harsh were rarely aired.
Ignorant idols unkowtowed,
he’d wander on and wonder much
why most dream themes seem disallowed,
or come at cost too few dare touch.

Sure sense of purpose would not bend,
opposed pride ride, sore rotten core,
positions frozen would defend
high principles from bolted door.
Assistance to the poor would lend,
emancipation to restore
rights which appeared deprived of friend
by outlaw oligarchy’s war.

Rejecting pinions, hot-air steam,
against life's gales hale see free stride,
beyond cross-purposes, hope's stream
all bridges crossed, cost set aside.
Emancipate he'd soar supreme,
provide solutions cut and dried,
is it surprising that strong gleam
remained unshared...?

25 December 1997 revised 1 July 2007,4 December 2008 and 21 October 2009
see previous versions below and robi3_0857_robi3_0000 XXX_EJX

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Lonely, He’d Wander

Lonely, he’d wander through cowed crowd,
awaiting comprehension's rays,
with warmth, complicity endowed -
beamed circlet lighthouse dream replays.

Unused to being understood,
his insight into others bored,
the trees he sees, ignores not wood
nor would - for blinkers he abhorred.

Rejecting pinions, hot-air steam,
against life's gales hale see free stride,
beyond cross-purposes, hope's stream
all bridges crossed, but few abide
beside him, worthy, as if team
teemed more in mind, for most, ghost blind,
prefer free-ride to truth they deem
a double-bind he'd leave behind.

Hope's scope endangered, disavowed,
rebuilding disappointed schemes,
he’d thread paths strange, by most unploughed -
oft scorned by, scorning, dark extremes.

Absent present, head in cloud
world windy winds while surface calm
veils strong emotions, soul uncowed,
yet ever seeking soothing balm.

Deceptive calm. His tenets try
to understand and to translate,
so all unite, so none fight shy
of fighting prejudice and hate.

Discriminating wrong from right
he’d sought to questions answers which
heed open ways enlightened, might
seed needs’ fulfillment keyed and rich.

If his ideals intense, unbowed,
notions deep, seem seldom shared,
each is important, though aloud
opinions harsh are rarely aired.

A sense of purpose has withstood
positions frozen - chosen door
opens on mission, inner good
opposing pride and rotten core.

Ignorant idols unkowtowed,
he wanders on and wonders much
why most dream themes seem disallowed,
come at a price too few dare touch.

Against the 'current', with the stream
of light and life he'd soar serene,
is it surprising that strong gleam
stayed long unshared...?


25 December 1997 revised 1 July 2007 and 4 December 2008
see previous versions below robi3_0857_robi3_0000 XXX_EJX
and Against the Current robi3_0859_robi3_0000 XXX_JXX

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Lonely She Wanders

Against the wind, fads disavowed,
with insight deep, she weaves dream theme -
unbeaten paths by most unploughed -
refusing pinions, empty steam.

Unused to being understood,
her insight into others bores,
the trees she sees, ignores not wood
nor would - for blinkers she abhors.

Absent present, head in cloud
world windy winds while surface calm
veils strong emotions, soul uncowed,
yet ever seeking soothing balm.

Deceptive calm. Her tenets try
to understand and to translate,
so all unite, so none fight shy
of fighting prejudice and hate.

Lonely, she wanders through the crowd,
expecting understanding's rays,
with warmth, complicity endowed...
dream’s lighthouse beam forever plays.

Essential is it to unite
to pressing questions answers which
may open roads to knowledge, might
prepare fulfillment shared and rich.

If her ideals intense, unbowed,
notions deep, seem seldom shared,
each is important, though aloud
opinions harsh are rarely aired.

A sense of purpose has withstood
positions static, - chosen doors
open on mission, inner good
opposing pride and rotten cores.

Ignoring idols unkowtowed
she wanders on and wonders much
why most dream themes are disallowed,
come at a price too few dare touch.

Against the 'current', with the stream
of light and life she'd soar serene,
is it surprising that the gleam
remains unshared...?

25 December 1997 revised 1 July 2007 see below for previous version

Lonely, he wanders

Absent minded, head in cloud
world round him billows. Surface calm
veils strong emotions, soul uncowed,
yet ever seeking soothing balm.

Lonely, he wanders through the crowd,
expecting understanding's rays,
with warmth, complicity endowed, ...
dreams lighthouse beam forever plays.

If his ideals intense, unbowed,
notions deep, seem seldom shared,
each is important, though aloud
opinions harsh are rarely aired.

Refusing pinions, empty steam,
he wanders on and wonders much,
most motives absent for the dream
comes at a price too few dare to touch.


25 December 1997
Poem Lonely One Wanders © Jonathan Robin
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AGAINST THE CURRENT

Essential is it to unite
to pressing questions answers which
may open roads to knowledge, might
prepare fulfillment shared and rich.

Unused to being understood,
his insight into others bores,
the trees he sees, ignores not wood
nor would - for blinkers he abhors.

A sense of purpose has withstood
positions frozen, - chosen doors
open on mission, inner good
opposing pride and rotten cores.

Against stale 'current', with hale stream
of light and life he'd soar serene,
is it surprising that such gleam
untouched remains, unshared.


25 December 1997
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Poem Against the Current © Jonathan Robin
See Lonely One Wanders
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