Jonathan ROBIN Poems

If Space and Time through ages weigh
thing that have been or might
bear decay, Sun's seeming might
will flare then fade one day.
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I think I think I'm really me,
I'm me, who looks through God each day
when venturing to fight life's fray.
I'm free I think to think I'm free.
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Come dance, advance, no strings attached,
except of harp or violin,
authenticity unmatched
shall shed lies, ties that bred chagrin.
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For the future
we shall see.
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Define faithfulness:
Hope's triumph over Experience,
fear of loneliness
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Jingle verse enjoy. In reversed jest
our game is hid - no orchestra in song, -
no signature, as no fit, link, strung strong
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Yes, the clock ticks downhill all the way,
until the very end.
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Freedoms four he saw, that here, - from fear -
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Open the pages, though the story’s end
Lies shrouded in a future closed to me,
In step with Time, to whose will all must bend,
Voyage which spirals to eternity.
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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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