Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Dusk dipped down into darkness scarred, clouds banked on moonless night,
day dripped away, its greyness marred by no mock mirage bright.
Time slipped upon faint wishing star that blinks, then disappeared,
tipped out of touch, so far, too far, trip never re-appeared.
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Past promise starred in white on black
now, coward, bows to stark attack,
as Miss amiss, remiss of bliss
no gift transmits, no parting kiss,
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Hope reads rune, deeds renew
true vision reaching through
mist myths, tunes time and place
outside imposed curfew,
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One can, who strangers scan, too few admire,
as most play ghosts deprived of phantom choir,
tripping, tripping up, upon life’s board,
stillborn refuting intimate desire.
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If home is where the heart is, you and I
new-found may found a haven, there to be
united ever till eternity
engathers all as dust, why must all die?
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Near soldiers stacking cartridges, where once swordsmith tempered blade,
where embattled ancient ensign, all emblazoned, might have played,
pale pink and purple pennant flopped and fluttered, half afraid.
Artillery, light infantry, - no cavalry now neighed,
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One thousand years great Ash rose up
from slender trunk to tickle moon
while Asgard's Gods would wood festoon.
I versify. Life's afternoon
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Rust busted radiators leak,
paint peals, mould sodden streak,
sharp mice, beneath bleak floorboards, squeak,
cussed end result must reek.
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I do not know why
nor how or where, what or when,
wonder who am I?
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Bold brain on hold, Brown boards black train,
swift beetles by, badges, burly, brash,
bare time to ticket and retain
branch line to Balderdash.
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