Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Who stands on chance advance is swiftly lost,
gist takes in haste, to waste wakes, misdirection
where errors' terrors tremble counting cost;
yet yin yang spins win/win from circuit section.
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When stalactite meets stalagmite
falls, rising, to and from great height,
as stalag tight wight might dry in,
that's why kreig spieleologists die thin.
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Free flight despite dark devils of this world
needs no fixed wings, but inner flag unfurled
as emblem which no blame need stitch to show
in, out, high, low, both back and forward flow
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Shutters utterly unpinned, Spring pings flight.
Wings leave stutter gutter mutter ground unpinned,
found sound kiting, gliding upon current wind,
flowing freely towards the light,
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Think how initial trains of thought
may be derailed from one-track aim
by some coincidence and brought
to change[d] conclusions. Thus the same
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This New Year tolls the wake of problems past,
Hark hope's horizon's surfing into view.
Exit sorrows, tomorrows mild at last
Need no pollution know, nor poor who to
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Thicker than water, red as rose,
blood ties link both kith and kin,
drip through life from start to close,
carry oxygen within.
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For who'd fling off dance, dancer, bed and board,
in search of essence sure, pure search for search,
perchance perceives song, singer, vocal chord
as earthly trammel's church [s]he'd leave in lurch.
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No poet pure vents spent and private woe,
rants out of closet ego bruised, used pride,
as if none knew life's tide, too tested, tried,
sure's in for bumpy ride, uneven flow.
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Inspiration opportunities,
as fractal snowflakes, weave soft pattern wire
supporting framework through heart's harmonies
tuned to minds which bind, enthrall, spells sire.
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