Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Rain and shine remain
main course imagination
holding no hops vain
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"Wor[l]d weaver we would know what may transpire
when Chronos fear's unravelled on our earth.
Will waitress Time serve course with dainties, lyre
rewiring taste-buds with sweet morsels? tire,
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Strange coincidence and happy that despite the daily grind
Ubiquitous which often does appal,
Sudden came that smile so golden to enthral!
An initial sign and signal, touching tendrils in the mind
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Who seemed to smile
A little while
Showed promise now proved vain,
Time's heartless trial
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No needle's eye for camel's head
accepts belongings from earth bed,
nor threads decode vain codicil
to concretize departed will.
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Sunshine shivers, dream beams trembling,
rays no longer play dissembling
game as aim, attention drawn
elsewhere, prepares destruction's dawn.
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Ectopia Lentis for the poet seems
less rare than nurse's elbow, malady
affecting insight, nervous links to dreams
felled flat when facing life's fatuity,
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Let's soar beyond ground limits, spread sure spore
of present joys till Death discards all we
could - would attain unchained. Life's mystery,
what lingers when Time fingers? No encore
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Name's flame fame: empty echo on Time's breeze
sent sixty springs, rings eighty if it please,
before misfortune, accident, disease,
ushers in rushed final hush, prompt fees,
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One stores verse story’s glory in the mind,
retinal rainbow stimulating each
synaptic link both in and out of reach,
display whose ray may play before, behind.
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