Jonathan ROBIN Poems

I think that I shall never fail
to see with glee a froggy tale
more lovely than a poem which
most must with difficulty stitch.
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Oft have I seen within some bookstore door
a comic book, with illustrations neat,
unburdened by the hands of tiny feet
chaperoned by smothering mothers sure
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Yellowstone caldera sudden shivers
Earthquakes follow, swallow soil that quivers,
Lifting expectations once again
Life hangs by hair 'spite prayer as joy and pain,
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Sakura pixels
perpetuate seasonal
pink of perfection
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Subprime takes prime time working overtime,
as credit cards to debit dards turn, climb
precedes a fall unlooked for, pendulum swings weigh
past tipping point, primeval slime
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ELEVEN


Eleven, eleven, eleven years old,
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I wandered lonely wound in shroud
that floats beneath earth's vales and hills,
when all at once I saw a crowd
of [g]hosts departed Lethe fills;
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Virus, virus striking fast,
will you get your man at last?
brush his pomp and pride away,
no tomorrow for today?
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Slumped in a chair the worse for wear, there ne’er find hands to tease
Or tousle through these saddened few grey hairs to sorrow ease.
Lost I await to learn my fate yet yearn for Court’s reprieve -
I sink in pain then think in vain, despondently deep grieve,
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I've never cowed to purple prose
know now I'll never write it,
for anyhow true writer knows
hand stretched finds critics bite it.
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