Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Societal challenge: momentum gathers pace.
Another thirty years? our span of grace
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I am actively ever inactive,
and the week after next may take care
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Alarm call signal beeps, wakes life to hope.
While vague, untidy heap stirs, seeking soap.
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You give your verse a prosy st[r]ain,
with stress complete the air,
but vain attempts too often strain
and stress is in the air.
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You ask again, I'm feeling even worse,
again the morning mail has brought more bills,
their influence on mind I find perverse
while work falls kind of outside all my skills.
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The world, when wide, demanded empires vast.
Economies of scale appeared to be
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For generations, since prehistory,
Life rising symbolised the soul’s redemption.
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Periwinkle-blue pyjamas topped with sparsely plastered pate,
added unexpected inset to stark dark neglected state
of drab hospital sub-basement where the x-ray plate portrays
in black and white the highlights that lie hidden from our gaze.
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Turning from pelf,
I leave to find fresh lodgings,
Discovery of self.
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PEDANT

Waste high in patent bindings which to dust
soon homage pay, dry humbug pedants sneeze,
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