Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Marginale au piedestal. Elle se perd.
Une âme recherche repos,
Rêve, mais s’y ourne le dos.
Icomprise, entre la mer, le desert,
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Buzzword b[l]eached pompos-city
unhinges poetic experience's
foundations.
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Doremi factor solve: large, titan task!
Doppelgänger phantom? Mirage? Mask?

Docte reminder first: fair reader see
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While, without, his men were crying
'Shorter hours and better pay'
perspicacious statesman, sighing,
wondered how he could obey.
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Stock-market today
may trend either way,
will inflation stay
or from us fly away?
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'Wolfe's mad as a hatter! ' said French to their King,
'He should bite my commanders' the latter replied,
'For when victory smiles one says: 'Where is thy sting? '
to Death as its sickle appears by bedside.'
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Here today, tomorrow torn,
uprooted tree, branch twig.
Silently watch worn
stops forever, lost hair - wig
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You want it here and now? Why wait on fate
to raise a finger? Act before too late.
Time's bird is on the wing in headlong flight,
leaves from life's book tears at swift heartbeat rate.
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