Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Burning branch hisses
sighs on its ashes,
as candle kisses
goodnight to misses
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Four linger for prose
fifth, singer, creatively
now shows how rhyme flows
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Strange how climate change
now flakes floes' snows, warm air flows,
rice for ice hex change
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Time turns round timed turn:
only in measures meant may
we through time return
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I think I’ll call home, leave a trace,
I think my cell phone’s down,
imagine being in a race
when struck in Boston town.
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In the village life repeats
summer heats to summer heats,
season after season greets
echoes drummed, past, present beats.
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Restoring some
Equilibrium? This
Vengeance dumb
Each abyss is causal hit and miss
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In a round about
way most avoid life's challenge
hope peters out.
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Skin weathered, worn, gums bled, teeth torn
from roots, where whistle once dared Time
send warning: shorn ambition scorn,
end of tether waits quicklime
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