Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Pregnant with celestial fire
Confined to prose in contest which
Refuses verse that draws higher words
Save norm form free, hitch bitch stitch narrow.
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Good: our choice, bloom open voice vibrating,
Attraction magnetic peeping
Through entries in safe-keeping.
Artful Ariane, anticipating,
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Stop, look, and listen, imprint glistens, see
words wire taut, well caught, of themselves require
standards unset, spontaneous, to be:
though goal unsought, far from the crowd's mud mire.
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From dark to light, one cry, homespun.
Cot, tot, fine whine, youth vies at last
To rise, to shine, strength tries so fast
To test itself far, nigh, to run
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Should in the chronicles of wasted time
A line be writ to underline this jest,
No explanations for this pantomime
Deserve a space within your treasure chest.
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Triumphant cries, thighs quivering, maid Sets
Instincts free, sheds walls, lips wed lips. Ace,
M. thus finds lust must undermine mind’s Lace
Enchantment’s state of grace thus soon Abets
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Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck,
Said he, 'It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck! '
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Late autumn's hazy mists and heavy rain
replenish water tables and prepare
through winter's hibernation drab and bare,
for spring, rebirth, fertility, flush plain
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Trip's rune tune drips, pain grips gain's grain, sands slip
indifferent to applause or tribulation:
as centuries dissolve, full meaning's chime
to tocsin turns from tintinnabulation.
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If, reader, brave, your stave taps this grave verse
unable to wave back Death's sable veil,
my phantom name don't pantomime, rehearse,
resign to Time that which beneath blade flail
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