Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Dreams teem, spring from synaptic leap
before day's hustle bustle finds
employment for productive minds
far more contented when asleep.
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From shore-less sea of time through that of rhyme
upon whose waves non-self should dedicate
itself, ignore scored centuries and climb
towards ascension, there to celebrate.
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Above dry desert, noiseless ruddy rise
expands sharp breathless air. Sun - cloudless skies -
grills granular gold sands, stings red-rimmed eyes.
Tanned turbanned touareg tribes traverse to seek supplies,
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Four lettered word spells hesitate:
afraid great hopes earn ashen grate.
bright star turned char, flight's broken chain
with sunshine's reign's replaced by rain.
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Hoar headstones guard old bones, in time each must
see even weeping willow swept away.
Climatic cycles transform marsh to dust
compromising lakeside tree's brief stay.
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Both open glade and unconstricted mind
in time must bow to crumbling disarray.
What weathers for a moment's left behind
by all-encroaching weeds that day by day
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From mortality's cage
anti-conformist rage,
freed from sadness. Page
turns, night brings day.
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Grey Havens: mystery of history,
elves, fairies, trolls and dragons relegated
to legend, myth, bequeathing his story
to few who vital choice negociated.
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Frame these lines! All future generations,
Regretting that they knew not thy fair form,
Acknowledge rule divine, false queens forsworn,
Nature surpassed by thy divine vibrations.
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Who blindly dates oft poorly mates when mind
succumbs to madness, boredom, challenge vain,
among profanum vulgus seeks again?
Better far to wait, hope unresigned,
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