Anthology Prepared Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Anthology Prepared

Rating: 4.3


One wish was wit with wisdom well to wed
within wise epigram, but found instead
some thought slight wit was there and that was slight,
witless appeared to others, lacked insight.

He kept in sight their criticism there,
keeping close verse, parodies hors pair,
saw some, insipid, sank, rose-water, trite, -
so then began to fly another kite.

He pruned, re-tuned, communed, was often led
to leech forgotten orphans Time had bled,
until flow showed, sewed in fair framwork tight
sense, harmony combined in fancy's flight.

For the first time he's spurred to offer fare, -
incisive works beyond crass critics' care,
will cast no anxious glance to who'd indict
with bark or bite collection seen tonight.

Dust swept by one who sought to look ahead,
through Internet a reputation spread, -
but fame's beached bark, no lighthouse in the night,
vain transient spark before eternal blight.

May this anthology transcend Time, slayer -
to challenge finite ends is poet's praye -
stimulating future folk to write
insightful humour, treasured pleasure bright.

17 July 1990 revised 10 October 2005 10 August 2006 and 11 December 2021 Initial Title The Triumph of Hope possibly 30 July not 17 July 1990

for previous versions see below

ANTHOLOGY PREPARED

His wish was wit with wisdom well to wed
within an epigram, - he found instead
some thought slight wit was there and that was slight,
he witless seemed to others, lacked insight.

He kept in sight their criticism there,
and kept from sight verse, parodies hors pair,
for some insipid seemed, rose-water, trite, -
but then began to fly another kite.

He pruned, he tuned, communed, was often led
to pulp the offspring fond that Time had bled,
until the flow could sew in framwork tight
both harmony and sense, in fancy's flight.

For the first time he's spurred to offer fare, -
incisive works beyond the critics' care,
will cast no anxious glance to who'd indict
with bark or bite the verses seen tonight.

Dust swept by one who sought to look ahead,
through Internet a reputation spread, -
but what is fame, a lighthouse in the night,
a passing beam before eternal night...

May this collection transcend Time the slayer,
to challenge finite ends is poet's prayer.
May this selection stimulate, invite
reflection, humour, pleasure bright.

17 July 1990 revised 10 October 2005 and 10 August 2006

Initial Title The Triumph of Hope possibly 30 July not 17 July 1990

For Initial version see below

THE TRIUMPH OF HOPE

My wish was wit with wisdom well to wed
Within an Epigram, - I found instead,
Some thought slight wit was there and that was slightm
And witless I appeared to lack insight.

I kept in sight their criticism rare
And angered some by parodies hors pair;
Yet all insipid seemed, rose-watered, trite,
So I began again to worry, bite.

With this the sales soon rose and lept ahead,
And all around my reputation spread, -
But what is fame? a lighthouse in the night?
A sweeping beem before eternal blight.

So once again I4m tempted now to spare
The parodied - for pillory's unfairm
And casts a passing glance where out of sight
The guilty should remainm both brave and knight.

17 or 30 July 1990

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