Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Forget-me-not seems wishing well
of wishful thinking, all eyes dim,
leaves fall, the seasons pass, red rim
sees eyes once bright before time fell
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What seems sundog high by spry cataract
deserves a deeper look. Another light
reveals imagination's flow intact
Speed current echoes time's trip, clouds take flight
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Each reaches out with voice for choice, one's meat
may seem another's poison for a while
for victory from jaws of sure defeat
pure render soul response fo bitter trial
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As cock crew flock knew Time prepared to turn
new leaf, grief's season comes and no return
is in the cards for, mortal, mighty man's
soon past, repast forgotten, ashes burn.
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What would you say if on this day
one waved wand washing walls away
refurbishing renascent dream
to smooth all cares as twinned hearts team.
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Strength in each and every part
needs no paltry poet's art
to picture peerless tensile worth
which rhymes through time in class apart
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May praise aloud from crazy crowd suffice
to raise the proud endowed with mazy vice?
Dance on! Advance, leave shirkers low their lice,
and, unforesworn, work for new dawn's fresh spice …
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Silk seconds string net spider-strong to weave
minute spun-sequence skeins which interlace
hours which in turn days turn to years that race
to knit an unknown fate. No need to grieve.
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Patterns form from harmony as verse
Attempts translation of emotions' span
To teach, to reach, to leach words' worlds, to fan
The essence of poetics and rehearse
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Though trance seems dumb behind din’s bawl
romance beams hum defined win call, -
know glance gleams come, unbind, spin ball -
so chance teams, plum aligned enthrall,
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