Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Unemployment's cure:
to be sure shall soon be seen
in sine_cure lure.
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Fourteenth of July,
African famine, men die:
France, firework sky.
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Old cobbles span strand
amplified urban echo
above ancient stream
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Springs beneath street,
cobble stones echo old bones,
heedless of time, fleet.
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one door springs open,
sun kisses carpet, light sheet
o pens pristine page
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Mystery: moonshine
swiftly fades, shadow swathe
frees bitter thought line
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symbol sunshine soaks clear pane:
sheet fills page lightly.
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Each word's world spells cage,
with all its peoples temporary strayers:
their exits sure, with slight trust in re-entrances,
each pouts, reels out doubt life by fits and starts:
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All our worlds wars wage,
rewarding winners, sinners are rejected
as flotsam under notice, straws neglected
lost in a hurly-burly turbulence, at sea
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From anticipating,
anxiously awaiting
fate through dating
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