Jonathan ROBIN Poems

When the votes were counted, conform with their little crosses,
with the ballot-boxes lying empty
like empty promises splashed over a Westminster canvas,
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He spins cooked wheel with crookèd hands,
close[d]) to true sum in sunny lands,
ring’d by a green baize world, he stands.
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Most answers naught important show, though I
answers seek beyond doors padlocked tight, -
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Incorporating verse in gilded frame
Does not, as such, suffice, - vice to conform.
Each should follow conscience, - smile, rile, charm, scorn,
Open communication’s blinds. The aim: -
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Yellowstone caldera sudden shivers
Earthquakes follow, swallow soil that quivers,
Lifting expectations once again
Life hangs by hair 'spite prayer as joy and pain,
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I think that I shall never fail
to see with glee a froggy tale
more lovely than a poem which
most must with difficulty stitch.
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Oft have I seen within some bookstore door
a comic book, with illustrations neat,
unburdened by the hands of tiny feet
chaperoned by smothering mothers sure
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Sakura pixels
perpetuate seasonal
pink of perfection
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Subprime takes prime time working overtime,
as credit cards to debit dards turn, climb
precedes a fall unlooked for, pendulum swings weigh
past tipping point, primeval slime
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ELEVEN


Eleven, eleven, eleven years old,
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