Jonathan ROBIN Poems

De la fuite en avant, la ruée sur le NET,
On peut beaucoup apprendre en observant l’immense
Monde qui veut y prendre un billet pour la Chance;
Investissant toujours sans avoir le coeur net.
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If atoms spin round aeons' afterglow
pass preview, present, future, recombined,
to causal layers add effective flow
cue tune to harmonies, runes realigned,
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Formal verse depends in part
upon what flows before when mind
weaves new waft on old weft to bind
unique imprints. Hand and heart
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Portrait of fair mind is neither, nor!
neither mastered nor in pieces shred,
displayed to touring tourists, Turrell's bore,
whose dreams no themes of genius hint ahead.
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Between two stars pert robin found
far had it flown, yet no surprise
it felt to be so outward bound
miles high, where smile defied the skies.
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Can colour claim to read between the lines
And paint fey portrait of each secret smile?
Nuances noting, can it reconcile
Chance extrapolations, sundry signs
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Hope dreams chromatic showers
to dissipate mind's mist,
endowering scope, truth's powers
help understand much missed
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A week ago saw dark grave swallow
Beauty's soul, scarce twenty years.
Who could imagine heartbreak hollow
a week ago?
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Four horsemen of Apocalypse
Only reclaim short sojourn lent,
Underwriting sentence sent
Robbing not, for each eclipse
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Shifting shadows compromise insight.
Inner light sends signals clearing mind.
Beacon-beckon opens mind once blind
which may discover unconstrained delight,
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