Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Heaven sent:
busy bee
hunting honey
buzzes by.
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Now profit seems a dirty word,
or so some fine folk say!
but as I feel that is absurd,
at stocks and shares I play.
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REGENERATION

Unchained, the hunter’s urge to roam
filters through chained chromosome.
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AWAITING ROOM

Waiting Room am I to all drawn through
my space, trace day or two, weeks, more, few know
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Three hundred ten from acorn cup my trunk, once slender, up and up
advanced to tickle sun and moon. I versify. Life's afternoon
slips into eventide to sup beside the golden buttercup,
among the joyous saplings strewn, no longer hidden, bounty, boon.
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Pride ride stall's stored before corpse falls tongue-tied.
Cruel Fate rules, baits fools, schools, thrusts dreams aside
presumptuousness proves shortcomings, schemes
to turn Time's tables undone from inside.
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WALLS ARE THREATS, enhance insecurity,
Anathema to inner songs truth sings,
Locks internal, defensive drawbridge swing,
Linked blinkers leading to obscurity.
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C ongratulations! Timeless trophy Gold
O r Silver, Bronze, straw drawn from empty hat.
Nothing less bling could be awarded that
G ains credibility once dunce tale'e told,
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Upstairs, downstairs, in Lady's Mary's room
see lurk smirk Turk, loom horseless carriage groom,
Ship sinks, Earl thinks future prospects grim
Will inks land's links threatened, sails a 'trim,
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Lateral thinking
overspills mind's boundaries
streamlining, winking.
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