Jonathan ROBIN Poems

If fair stars glitter in my eyes from you they're sent 'tis no surprise.
Magic unfurled in stilly night, imagination wings free flight,
Advances past life's present plight, to share with you new world's delight.
Unusual lustre in my eyes from you reflects as bright sunrise
...

Festivals have I seen whose joyous names:
Turned sour as time took toll: election day
fair promise fails faced with crass quoldibet
which life dictator's power play proclaims
...

Picayune petite, of pettiness quintessence,
like mannequins lives thin, skin skims ph[r]ased evanescence.
can't resonate love's tenderness, affection,
hacks life's playback stage, say lacks, rage [d]reads rejection.
...

“I’m sure you're tired of trouble, strife, extending life so long;
Will you talk before you go to bed? ” said Spider to Dame Fly.
“There are existentialist strings to pull, it comes on pretty strong,
to go against the grain and see millenia fly by.'
...

She's built cold walls of fiction around her bleeding heart
to protect her from prediction that spring may bring fresh start,
imagined wrongs correcting, pain dissipating fast, -
much time she spent erecting tall walls which need not last.
...

Waning is – what?
Profaning a lot:
Explaining how what
far more often than not
...

Day day follows, Time despoiling,
tea-breaks bravely boredom foiling.
Bubbles boiling in the kettle
test their mettle ‘gainst the metal.
...

Mantis and chameleon combined
In sorrow-smile strange siren spectrum sings.
Rainbow surface spins unfathomed rings,
Intense emotions stirs. Heart, unassigned,
...

As I was strolling down Fleet Street
I met three tweeters texting fleet,
then Time defeated one more day,
and when one sun set where were they?
...