Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Come, Live without Me Masterman

Master man who’d master be,
And forage for eternity
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Hiatus hibernation: hope uncloses
fresh cycle, offers confidence one knows is
unshuttering for healing broken heart,
from chrysalis apart true joy discloses.
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I will arise and go now, to set my spirit free
and a small space seek out, of light and movement made:
nine lives are seldom granted Man, Time flies, who’d spendthrift be
knows that the bill’s soon paid.
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The frog comes
on little toed feet.
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Surface calm enfolds
the hidden tiger
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Sleeplessness swallows slumber,
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Coppers killed me when we met,
jumping on the tube I sat in;
Magistrate, who loves to get
treats into your list, put that in!
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Depression. Not darkness of living,
but absolute absence of motivation
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In this world and of this world,
we wonder whence we came and where to
morrow we will soon be whirled
through three score years and ten. Prepare! Two
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Poets finger frequencies chromatic
which few imagine, fuse into our days,
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