Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Dansez près du rivage,
pourquoi se soucier
du vent, des flots, ou du bruitage?
Allez vite essuyer
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Crash victims are constrained to change of plan,
their karmic threads led to one time, one place,
who won nor great renown, nor state of grace,
no statement made, no grade, trapped also-ran.
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Inspiration's spent cartridge, having out of the blue shot its insight bolt from out of sight, hangs, bridge ridge ego echo [s]kidding between indifferent and indignant, appears in suspended animation, arrested as if Time and Space had conspired to offset kinetic energy oversight aspiring to fire the Ages.
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Par for the course forever - à qui le tour?

Forever's fleeting fame has been
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Feast your eyes on Nature's ceaseless change
Enchantment offered freely from the skies
And seas - who'd seize unwary souls who range
Seeking siren who soft song supplies
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Grandfather’s generation would have said:
“He is as dead! ”
his younger brother will a stranger wed,
one’s mind sees red.
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All seemed serene in woodland scene,
ant teams, sunbeams, spread out,
and yet, unseen, Fate forged break clean,
worked from within without
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Ghost of Christmas present, past or
future perfect spun or spurned,
shepherd, wolf in pastor's pasture,
mess is earned, world less concerned.
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Through green grows blue, new inner space,
extending fresh expanse lends grace
through raindrop prism, sent to [t]race
light through the mind’s eye, interlace
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