Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Hope: twisted image seen through mental mask,
Accepted self-delusion counterfeit,
Perhaps to help man’s conscience counter fate,
Perhaps to tint the rainboy. Many ask
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A poet is an artist who disposes
upon an un tau[gh]t canvas wor[l]ds which set
against each other suddenly forget
accepted meanings. Magic superposes
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Blue, brown and gold, bold, I'll unfold
a portrait drawn upon a train
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Two more days as haze on Time's horizon
divides my world from total change to come.
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Swift transition from due deference
With questions deftly fielded from the floor,
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Will Phoenix reincarnate rise, inspire
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First fast f[r]iend was PAIN
sharp, yet safe refuge from all
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I wake up with a smile,
laze in bed for a while,
as the eyes readjust to the light,
run the dreams through my head
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When dawn snuffs out sleep's candlelight
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Spring slipped away unquantified,
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