Jonathan ROBIN Poems
Disappointing View - After Shel Silverstein A Point Of View
Put in's power lasts an hour,
Sad damned man's did too,
when the spell in spelling's broken -
Shah 'I ran' would rue.
Slivered stein up somewhere frowning
down on me and you
Burning Bush_els cropped and drowning
what a motley crew!
How I once loved King Be Hen Ra!
when PEN pal I'd view,
choking on NEP pall I token
sigh emit... You too?
Point of View
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
Christmas dinner's dark and blue
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey's point of view.
Sunday dinner isn't ...
Spinning criss cross patterns as they post across the harbour,
spray kissing, barely miss each other, business to the fore,
the junks and ferries seem such toys when seen from seventh floor
or stateroom on the seventeenth, but does it matter any more?
Does it matter, for the room is insulated from outside,
from heat and from humidity, from differences too wide
in wealth and wisdom where the West unwelcome is as bride,
though brides are taken for a time, who doweries provide.