Jonathan ROBIN Poems

MIGHT I A BEE BECOME...

Might I a bee become to trick
sweet nectar drops from sweeter lip
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MEN ARE UNWISE
‘What would ye, ladies? It was ever thus.
Men are unwise and curiously planned.’
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May melted August records. Premature,
unreasonable, unseasonable heat,
sear skies, flicked flies dried off the dusty street,
vaporizing streams once sweet and pure
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Today's intentions spin tomorrow's fact
as new inventions newer still attract,
though fresh dimensions frequently are wracked
by strong dissensions which themselves are backed
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ONCE MORE UNTO THE GULF, DEAR FRIENDS

“I ran! ” said the Shah, in a hurry,
but the opposite seems to be true: -
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MUSE SINGS ON RHYME


If by poetry we mean
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OUTSIDE IMPOSED RESTRAINED


Hope rune reads, feeds into the tune of time and place
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REACH IS NOT RISK


Tendrils touch/test truth, too seldom taste
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Even in sleep she seeks his finger
as if, nursing its tumescence within the palm of her hand,
she could extend the intimacy of intimacy...
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How doth the Bee Improve His Salary?

How doth the busy little bee
prepare for flower power,
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