Praise In Play Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Praise In Play

Rating: 5.0


Though here we play as much as praise
on meaning's true intent, -
her friend to spend all nights and days
in palace or in tent.

Against all bets he lately met
a siren sweet as wise
beyond her years as any yet,
an angel in disguise.

Each cheek with morn's first flush competes, -
wild rose runs second best, -
her charm sweet modesty completes
unequalled all the rest.

Intelligence is not a word
to bandy much about,
however here 'twould be absurd
for both inside and out

her gentle air with inner light
outshines the brightest star, -
by day and night to guide fond knight,
for her all travel far.

The walls that others see dissolve
as phase - though passing long -
leave space, let latent hopes evolve
and shed protections strong.

Her talents leave the Muses meek,
broad mind's lined treasure chest -
here art, there music, magnifique -
and multilingual blest.

As vintage wine her poetry,
our lady of the dance
excels as all men must agree
in England, U.S., France.

She means much more poetry
more of a gift than chance,
more than an opportunity -
incentive to advance.

Words insufficient are to speak
her praise, we have confessed,
though Jason golden fleece would seek
with her content I'd rest.

Though many glimmer, soon from sight
they slip forgotten, far,
she's no ephemeral delight
spans alpha – omega!

Wings more of butterfly than bird
she gravity may flout
of all she shines unique, preferred,
without the slightest doubt.

So all in one remains for me
more of a gift than chance,
more than an opportunity -
incentive to advance.

Words insufficient are to speak
her praise, I have confessed,
though Jason once the fleece did seek
with her I'd happy rest.

In plenty, in adversity,
one dream, one theme repeat,
at home in country, city, we
together rest replete

So merit writ wit won't forget,
and lovers all advise
to this adhere, come shine, come wet,
ambitions realize.

Though here we praise as much as play,
invention's never spent,
it springs in unpolluted spray
from someone heaven sent.

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