Jonathan ROBIN Poems

One wonders what wonders tomorrow
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My Rani say we two should play, share life on lily pad,
with well webbed nails, fly dinner pails, nought fails to make us glad.
While night and day I'll Rana play hip hop with tadpoles young,
air debonnaire while you croak fair, stick insects with slick tongue,
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The end of the road appears so near.
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As weeds which struggle spite capricious light,
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T he year 2000 spotlit point
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Toxin countdown ticks up, triggers bomb of silence.
Mortality explodes. Dumpty none can restore.
Life's spell soon shatters, well aware of deadlines. Law
of life seems pipe dream, strife by, through, for self, self-violence
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Think! Colour reels night’s shrouds from morning sky.
Metamorphosis opens chrysalid
to imagOnation’s vibration hid
by darkness which itself at last must die.
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To Act or Not Our Dream... or Drama?
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Seek not in sect soul’s quest for quick relief
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As some surf sculptured flotsam flung
from shore to stormy sea,
as jetsam leaf on life’s tree hung
from fate’s branch hinge, torn free.
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