Jonathan ROBIN Poems

A turn of phrase, sublime or simple,
can beautify an ugly pimple
or turn a frown into a dimple.
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Truth: an anachronistic
Reflection, quickly passes.
It seems Man needs new glasses.
Proof: - just the optimistic
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Gather stashed chips up while you may,
Time’s chimes tick tocsin flying
luck that still sees the light today
Chance soon turns, boon denying.
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Quick! Take your profits while you may
on shares today high flying,
rare heights beware, lest, oh despair!
tomorrow sees scared sighing.
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May [s]he fill heart with laughter, light,
Advance, words weaving soft delight,
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When the button was pressed and the mushroom cloud
finally drifted away
like an ozone layer stripped from the stratosphere
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I bring, with true heart bursting just for you,
Sweet friend these branches, flowers, fruit and leaves,
And hope when white hand humble gift receives,
Beauty’s eyes will bless, not break in two.
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I admire all the aims of Free Verse,
‘tis explicit in all that I do
in shaping the stress to converse
with a rhyme-scheme restricted to two.
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Is hand that guide's life ride tide certified
as chance advance dance, choice for free voice or
some pre-determined causal fate-date law
scarce space to face, trace pace, before breath died.
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