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Under Standing
JR Jonathan ROBIN (22 September / London)

Under Standing

Time waves goodbye to standards narrow when,
triste tryst stood up, adversity defeats,
finds icy veils of no avail, mind zen; -
clocks are locked out, at best a stand-off meet.
One poet pulls the stops to stand upon
no ceremony blending penned soul's sense.
Time, in suspense, can only flow along
rhyme’s wit unwrit by standing on the fence.
This sonnet calls no understanding wrong,
no Spenser needs for Poesy's Defence,
reading between bright lines, night’s shadows gone,
hope shed dark cloak, awoke to joy intense.
Outstanding talent spreads dreams' rainbow seeds
which bloom beyond dumb tomb as goal succeeds.

Ambitions mercantile fall by the way
as day by day solutions fresh are found
to heal man's vast scarred opencast display
of greed, perceiving needs which torture ground.
While global warming warnings are rehearsed
the tide is turning, fresher currents flow
preparing for tsunami role-reversed
as innovation offers space to sow
hope's harvest free from ills that trouble now,
emancipation long, long overdue,
empowerment, expansion far from Dow,
which from return to nature take their cue.
Though present woes attention grab, plague years
may lead to serendipity sans tears...



28 December 2006 revised 8 June 2009
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UNDER STANDING

Jack Frost delays when Time stands on one pen,
Triste tryst stood up as warm verse cloak defeats,
Minds icy veil find no avail here, when
clocks are locked out, at best a stand-off meet.
One poet pulls the stops to stand upon
no ceremony blending soul and sense.
Time, in suspense, can only flow along
rhyme’s wit unwrit by standing on the fence.
This sonnet calls no understanding wrong,
no Spenser needs for Poesy's Defence,
Read, robin writes reply before night’s gone
to rest, with praise for colours so intense.
Outstanding latent talent seems whose seed
will come to bloom beyond dumb tomb, succeed …

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