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Accessibility Sonnet
Although
acessibility at times appears an empty dream
Creative
strategies may lead towards acceptance of this right
Confirming
care for special need, for firm and long term oversight,
Efforts
sustained and thinking free to guarantee a meta scheme.
Strengths
and weeaknesses should be offered mutual esteem,
Suspicions
more suspicions breed, pollute the stream of life which bright
Is
meant to shine, from bias freed, no creed or colour, to indict
Brains
or disability - for things are seldom all they seem.
In
age of ubiquity true opportunity may gleam,
Lifting
barriers to excede the expectations which tonight
In
sight or hearing often seed fear, frustration bottled tight.
To
handicap the right "to be" is recognized within man's team.
Yet
- if respecting privacy - tomorrow's sensor networks may
Stimulate diversity, to hope and scope
add interplay.
Copyright ICDRI Jonathan Robin
10 March 2006
Bridge of Sighs cut
down to Size
From handicap to
handicap a bridge of sighs extends,
which isolates comunities too seldom
hand in hand,
as strengths and weaknesses compete - as
one can understand -
where it seems time to mark on maps an
interface which ends
the fears and petty jealousies, the
lobby which defends
each righteous cause yet scarce explores
a strategy well planned
to recognition gain, obtain free future
for each land.
The pace at which technologies converge
today depends
too often on priorities where cents not
sense command -
though digital divides increase, some
challenges are spanned,
but others raise their ugly heads when
bias fear befriends.
So lend an ear with second sight
not third hand platitudes.
Send message clear, true progress
steer, through changing attitudes.
Copyright ICDRI Jonathan Robin
14 March 2006
In the
Village
In the village life repeats
summer heats to summer heats,
season after season greets
echoes drummed, - past, present beats.
In the village dust defeats
western concepts - coarse conceits.
Attempts to quantify Time’s feats
are vain, ‘tis plain that Time time cheats.
In the village Life recalls
life departed in babe’s bawls,
late or early Fate’s footfalls
dog the soul that, sudden, stalls.
In the village cockrel calls
to score day’s dawning, frights night’s shawls,
village sorcerer enthralls
repeating spells, casts lions’ mauls.
The village welcomes far and wide
the harvest, beer and wants supplied,
though all too often trapped inside
hunger sees those needs denied.
In the village time and tide
dewless baked are, thirst sun-dried.
Life and death there coincide,
enact tradition’s groom and bride.
In the village day and night
interleave page dark and light,
slip through space till, out of sight,
race is lost to win insight.
(c) Jonathan Robin 19
November 1995
Inner Liberty
The spent cartridge
of inspiration hangs in mid air, arrested as if Time and Space conspired to
offset that energy which aspires to fire the ages, to shatter the need for
conceptual anchors. Awaiting the meeting which would mutate mate to mating,
Pivot and Pillow word challenge the anchors of Ti(m)e and P(l)ace, the
immortality of the soul, seek to block the spirit’s mating/meeting with itself.
A straight line, desperate to (t)race with light itself, as if its existence
depended upon its s[p]eed, soars, curving, arching through the marching universe
attempting to reach, underscore, and underline itself. Light affects all
levels of cosmic consciousness until the circle reforms an image of universal
harmony.
Emotions long to (l)ink the pages of the Present, intertwining Past and Future,
and, in letters large as life, decipher themselves, decode the genius or
GENE-I-US so near, and yet so far. The door of insight and enlightenment is ever
ajar, though it often seems too narrow to all who ephemerally flicker through
their three score years and ten.
Up and over the lead layers of primary consciousness, 'wait' changed state as
weight dissolved, and lead away from the temptation of falling back on the
memory's backwash flashback switchbacking and side tracking up and down upon a
semi colon black background, - back to and from basics. ... a-muse-sing
contradiction in terms, as the bridge between Cause and Effect suddenly spanned
the echo relay race of Eternity's comings and goings, ebbings and flowings,
knowing and unknowing as the cycle speeded up and over the lead layers of
primary unconsciousness ...
The sleeper seeks to wake, - awakening unlooked for in this continuum. The
chronological shed the logical and fed from Chronos' legendary meal, taking from
the Gods from which he himself once partook while spinning among the blue and
green rings around Saturn's void. Kernel, unrooted from the inner recesses of
the mind - that dark fertile area where creativity restlessly and relentlessly
anticipates release, - bursts into activity. Innovation is considered cancerous
by those who their inner selves refute, or fear to know.
The universal soul awaits inspiration to send the sap soaring, outpouring at all
levels. Tendrils tentatively touch, tenderly tease to deracinate, sensate and
sate the tortured synapses of the spirit. Explosion of consciousness calls all -
especially itself - into question.
Warp and weft, bereft of references, dance a double helix under the sum of
understanding, st(r)anding both apart from and a part of the hole that leads the
whole into and out from itself.
Truth’s essential essence reflects prismatically and chromatically upon all
aspects of awareness, the soul works on the Will to redefine the Way as harmony
and chaos complete each other as cosmic and karmic interplay evolve revolving
around each other ....
The sleeper wakes, works on the Will, finds, refines, and redefines the Way,
which, in its turn, underlines his inability to grasp its paradoxical
convergent...seas - to seize the day.
(c) Jonathan Robin
8 May
1989, 28 September 1997, 18 April 2005
Intelligent Design
I, dot, did score on
ocean floor
you too were dot, no
more,
we'd LOOP the LOOP in primaeval soup
and POOL gene POOL core corps.
We'd POLO here and POLO for
none then knew one could droop,
we'd twin and grin to win encore
no sin there was, no law !
I'd bow, you'd stoop, with helluva whoop -
no care and no dis....pair,
above, below, we'd group, regroup
all with no 'mal[e] de mer'.
Amino here, ah me ! know there
was troop on troop on troop, -
we'd pair, repair, again prepare
see sea combine with air.
We'd twirl, we'd whirl, like a hoola-hoop
around, around some more,
in tune to moon as cock-a-hoop
we'd twin, to spin restore.
Off shore we'd spore, to sink or soar,
linked chain remained Time's dupe
neath starry dome in mono chrome,
no after, no before !
We'd skirl, we'd swirl, up, down would curl,
ages of practised ease,
we'd furl, unfurl, in endless whorl -
world with no word disease,
when I was girl and you my pearl, -
no men, to bend, no knees, -
no need but feed we all agreed
to speed on pretty please !
Though question begs, we had no legs,
nor sought to understand, -
we were the dregs from which all pegs
its story book to hand.
We by degrees, through fire and freeze
rose from a twisting band
to all one sees through seven seas
in water, air, and land.
LAYER would RELAY by
night and day
Y REAL anticipate,
in reel we'd feel we'd feel - this way
all did participate.
An ONION here ON I ON sphere
ionosphere above
no chronosome, no chronos - home
was there - with all in love.
We'd dance to chance
as all advance
tomorrow WAS today,
electrons free charged you and me
with mission key to play
from cause/effect to Man erect -
elected some would say -
but Man's a phase, an empty phrase
on evolution's way.
My coil with toil from sea to soil
rose from primaeval beach,
the tide we'd ride - some turned to oil -
to show there's reach in each
to change arrange - styles passing strange -
despite new Kansas preach.
The basic code stays à la mode
the generations teach ...
One could flow on but some upon
Networks' attention span
feel overdone more words than one
when ego dares to scan.
Feel for 'such stuff' four lines enough -
where they applause would pay -
So we’ll fold our tents' and to all intents
swift, silently steal away ...
(c) Jonathan Robin
13 April 2005
Phantom Fipple
Daybreak. A lake. Warmth wakes the world. Blue sky.
Green
edges bustle with a breezy sniffle
which
sets the brake-line singing in reply.
Screen
sedges rustle, as if phantom fipple
had
muted both their moans and reedy cry,
transmuting tune-true tones to whispery sigh.
Some
jesting dragonflies skim down, so shy,
quiescent waters sudden part, dance, ripple: -
ingesting fragile golden frame and eye.
The
freckled fish break surface, dart, prance, riffle.
In silence snow-white swans slide slowly by,
their
pinioned wings belie the will to fly.
So, too, in life the strong devour the weak,
while most in silence pass, too scared to speak.
(c) Jonathan Robin
12 March 1977
Special
Needs
Special
Needs breed creativity
Permitting
change extending human scope,
Encourage
opportunities to cope,
Compensating
inner doubts to free
Ideas
and feelings, as the Present's plea
Answered
is, providing all with hope.
Life's
lottery incentives gives. We grope,
Now
well, now worse, in our diversity,
Ever
onwards, seeking ways to see
Ever
outwards, - search with telescope
Deep
hidden truths which, slippery like soap,
Sleep
hid within each one in pregnancy.
Copyright ICDRI Jonathan Robin 25 March 2001
The
Seasons
SPRING SUMMER
Life is at ease
Young lovers long
Land under plough;
To hold their dear;
Whispering trees,
Dewdrops among,
Answering cow.
Bold, without fear.
Blossom,
the bees,
Life full of song,
Buds on the bough;
Cloudless and clear;
Soft-scented breeze,
Days fair and long,
Spring warms life now.
Summer sends cheer.
AUTUMN WINTER
Each leaf decays,
Harvested sheaves
Each
life must bow;
And honeyed hives;
Our salad days
Trees stripped of leaves,
Are
ending now. Jack Frost has knives.
Fruit heavy lays
Time, Prince of thieves,
Bending the bough,
-
Onward he drives,
Autumn dismays,
While Winter grieves
Sun drifting down.
Over our lives.
(c) Jonathan Robin 26
March 1975
This
Lonely Self
The
search for sense amidst life’s solitude
Has
schools of thought turned inside out for years.
Is
happiness goal sought, or flight from years.
Sensed
as threats dire, intense, which irk, intrude ?
Life
jokes at Man’s expense, who feel pursued
Or
haunted by time bought where the arrears
None
else can pay, ‘tis taught, when Death appears.
Experience
must always be renewed.
Links
into future tense we seem when viewed,
Yet
each is caught up by Time’s whirling shears.
Soon
all returns to naught. Night swiftly smears
Experiments
ephemeral yet crude.
Let
he who’d trace indelible here ink
For
just a moment on life’s sonnet think !
(c) Jonathan Robin
Jonathan Robin 12 August 1990
TIME
Acrostic Palindrome
TIME, TIDE, DRAW NO IRONY TRAP - WORDED ART WAS EVER, EVEN NOW, REVEL LIVED.
LAUD LIT MUSE, SUNG IS ODE, RARE PART, SIR. WE DO COIL OF MEGA TIME-SPAN SPOOL,
EDIT SAGA, LIVE ON,
EYE
NO
EVIL, A GAS TIDE LOOPS, NAPS EMIT A GEM FOLIO CODE, WRIST RAP, ERA REDO, SIGN,
USE SUM TIL DUAL DEVIL LEVER WON. NEVER EVE SAW TRADED ROW. PARTY, NOR I, ONWARD
EDIT, EMIT.
Time
spins headlong, helter-skelter, alpha omega its hum,
Innate energy refocussed, - hocus-pocus drawing
blind, -
Merging, surging, fresh emerging each dimension
is assigned
Extra frequencies as harmonies seek equilibrium.
Thrust
of course is force attraction once contraction’s overcome -
If
upset the great equation’s recreated, recombined,
Musters flux, reflux ethereal, in many ways
declined -
Echo-systems spectra spectral, strata senses
tuned as one.
Time together birds of feather nests, two
tendering four more
In addition for perdition they’re included in
Life’s count,
Marking more for Death to tally, soon all rally
scaffold mount, –
Ever higher populations soar, regenerating core.
Tortoise Time of able fable, snide greed, pride,
speed, overcome -
Is it justice ? Is it balance ? Those ahead
soon d[r]ead behind,
Making room through swift disposals for
proposals less confined,
Express need for further testing, - jesting,
questing, inquest dumb.
Time, both tempter and preemptor, auctions
choices bubble-gum
Into emptiness exploding, voices vacuum
Lethe-lined,
Mirage are Man’s sojourn dreams it seems, all
who thereon have dined
Entertain tall expectations rich which stumble,
tumble numb.
Time
mutates when necessary, very speedily translates
Into viral spiral gyral splicing, tip top icing
cake,
Monkey to man was plan began some take as grave
mistake
Enterprising Time, downsizing, soon induces
second state
That leads into more selection until all that
came before
Isolate in microclimate dwindles into history,
Mocking once again of mice and men eternal
mystery -
‘Ergo cogito’ no guarantee can offer ‘sum’ in
store.
Time destroys its own foundations reconstructs
by rule of thumb, -
Intuition tunes to pattern ducts intelligence
designed.
Mankind must press forwards quickly or its
mainspring may unwind,
Ever onward, tripping, hasty, vicious forward
spiral-scrum.
Time, true master of new master, swift may slave
of slave become,
In a twinkling of an eyelid, with an inkling of
the mind, -
Most by wayside fall, and falling fail to rise,
we seldom find
Each with grief reach silver lining welcome,
wheel spins go and come.
Time, prestidigitator, spurns prestige, turns
cycle score
Into room for rust when boom goes bust, to tomb
entrusts the great –
Meek may seek to rise through wise disguise but
dies that spin their fate
Enter on examination predetermination’s maw.
Through the needle wheedle riddle evolution in
its drawer
Issues ready, choosy, steady, to new factors
integrate,
Measures leisure pleasure treasured as a wide
tide open gate -
Exit species flooded by fresh blooded budded to
explore
Timely opportunities to tease priorities to draw
Instant conclusions from confusions which did
decimate
Multitudes through feuds or manners rude to war
or conjugate, -
Efforts vain again are sanctionned by Time’s
roar none can ignore.
Time,
an excellent musician, is tradition’s drummer, drum,
Is clay pot and playful potter, Future’s watch
and spring to wind,
Mocking mortals’ puny portals, while the motives
of mankind
Echo ego phase or fashion, - love, hate,
passion, - blink sink - done.
Time has season, Time has reason keys, on much
remaining mum,
In on Cause~Effect directions caught in matrix
intertwined,
Minds not evanescent effervescent reassurance
blind -
Each vibration rings strange changing strings
recalculating sum.
Though if sum itself is dumb then all
conclusions drawn are rum
Interjections on Time’s sections, out of kilter,
misaligned,
Much in golden braid internal, waits eternal,
underlined
Ever by infernal pace we race to trace out space
to plumb.
Time, the predator and dater, turns the bread of
life to crumb,
Ices in a trice Life’s waters, hopes as halters
redefined;
Magician fly, man hard may try, - high pyramids
remind
Each our power, pomp pain hour stomp, vain
flowers fast succumb.
Time, no evil knows, coeval is with all, withal
is none,
Irons endings through beginnings as each innings
is inclined
Mutating – no postdating - wicketwards in
double bind, -
Essence waxes, wanes, through axis, planes, yet
what explains its run ?
Tempus
fugit – Time is flying – soon we’re lying in the dust,
Is it dying ? Is it buying time ? – another
turn to try ?
Many look to book for second look, replacing
painful cry,
Even though high odds against them lie when wake
they take on trust.
These swift stanzas hold no moral, no bonanzas
bold, no plum
Inspiring plan licks Time’s trick wick untiring,
predesigned , -
Mirage tidal suicidal, bridle, bridal counter
signed ? –
Egg and chicken plots see thicken as we quicken
final strum ...
(c) Jonathan Robin 10
December 1990 and
30 April 2005
Ubiquity
Tomorrow's world may integrate
not 'end-to-end' but 'all to all'.
Friend to friend links, too, may fall
a prey to ways precipitate
as change may well accelerate
future change as some install
sensor networks which could call
the shots for those whose slower gait
these challenges can't integrate,
who hesitate as freedom's fall
is arbitraged by over all
complacently accepting state
imposed 'top-down' by vested vision
relayed by web-log intravision.
(c) Jonathan Robin
3 March 2006
Ubiquity II
Ubiquity some praise, who feel
fulfilled as parts of life's machine
with nothing personal to conceal
encourge sharing. None between
the world wide web will wild cards deal,
upset the applecart, and green
call red, red green. Networks reveal
all deviance which might demean
the 'common good', the common weal.
"If I ?" or "Why ?", 'what 'might have been'
is not to ask - an even keel
of all for all must intervene
to check iconoclastic spiel.
Ubiquity may bring to heel
the rebel with his 'motives mean',
RFID surveillance keen
controlling roles to sentence seal
where implant or some foreign gene
is introduced to circumevene
the random element and 'real'
convert to format washed and clean
where risk is channelled, where no eel
can slip between the channels, free, unseen ...
(c) Jonathan Robin 11 March 2006
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