Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Frodo Baggins' mystery is called the hidden ring
For he's a master magician of whom all hobbits sing
He's the bafflement of Saruman, of Sauron dark despair,
For when nine riders reach the scene our Frodo hid from stare.
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It moulted mid damp mossy ways
beside the river Tees,
sly serpent very few would praise,
where fewer still should tease.
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Mary had a lily lamb
that eyed pied billy goat
ignored the precepts of her dam,
till she got baa ma's goat,
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Said Tsipras: 'There's no need to bicker,
you won't get your cash any quicker,
IMF's sacred cow
is dead letter by now,
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Time's stream slides by, tears - joy, sad cry, -
are dreams? real-I-tease?
We wonder why we're here: reply
remains illusive puzzle piece.
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She waits on dance floor's brink to think
Of future fair ahead,
Holds hands with wonder's link to ink
Hope's scope, heart looks ahead.
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Life's curtains are a veil through which few see,
as many haste taste-waste eternity,
mixed up, ignore life fixes finite score
to/through infinite opportunity.
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Come, Live without Me Masterman

Master man who’d master be,
And forage for eternity
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Hiatus hibernation: hope uncloses
fresh cycle, offers confidence one knows is
unshuttering for healing broken heart,
from chrysalis apart true joy discloses.
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I will arise and go now, to set my spirit free
and a small space seek out, of light and movement made:
nine lives are seldom granted Man, Time flies, who’d spendthrift be
knows that the bill’s soon paid.
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