Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Far past, false future, seem the same
Representing in life's game
Indifference, too hard to tame,
External trappings frame by frame
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All spoken, all that's written, reorders letters, worded
from thought-chains, hopes love-smitten, links unexpected, herded,
to offer base from which one can explore what's seen, sensed, hidden,
what on the surface seem dream themes by intuitions bidden
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There once was a salesman who swore
he could ope, without keys, any door,
the police called one day
to take him away,
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For centuries man from the sun
Sought guiding light, but cycles turn,
Where light is now one day will none
Remain to kindle hope or burn.
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Prism hews verdant hues to seed
Itself grass green, sate ancient need
To photosynthesize
Earth sea and skies,
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Delved underneath old church, see simple crypt
Exists which fosters deep poetic drive,
Carved through rock tunnel, length: long putter’s drive.
Rebounding echoes mirror manuscript
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'By what I’ve writ still may world's will be lit! '
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Body language loud
translates inner silences
unique within crowd.
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Curiosity:
without which no cat could see
true way clear to be.
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Entendant le glas tonner mon départ,
L’on dira parmi les vers je soupis,
Image en poussière ensevelie,
Sois gaie toujours, ne pleure espoirs épars.
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