Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Virus, virus striking fast,
will you get your man at last?
brush his pomp and pride away,
no tomorrow for today?
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I've never cowed to purple prose
know now I'll never write it,
for anyhow true writer knows
hand stretched finds critics bite it.
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O wither away, ye copyright dear
from unfair niche in Plunderland!

Stockholders promised wondrous glows
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You tell me you’ve taken a lover,
the Serpent, to suckle at breast,
what took you so long to discover
its worth, that you seemed to detest?
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Fire and brimstone lay all bare: birth, mirth, dearth earth berth soon prepare.
Great, low, brash dash, ash grate's despair, pride rider, beggar, rich, austere.
Play folds after brief fame flare, tide turns, life burns, urn earns; no prayer
staves off brave, weakling wear and tear, which singes all beyond repair.
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One wore hoar age as well as most who count from tear to tear,
as stage succeeded stage geared down, while rage at age’s sting
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High hopes are mocked by Time as, day by day,
efforts are hamstrung, - phantom puppet show
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Shivering leaves and starry sky,
my love has left while here I sigh
with broken heart, and wave good-bye!
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Slumped in a chair the worse for wear, there ne’er find hands to tease
Or tousle through these saddened few grey hairs to sorrow ease.
Lost I await to learn my fate yet yearn for Court’s reprieve -
I sink in pain then think in vain, despondently deep grieve,
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BEYOND YE BOND which terrifies
UNITE! UNTIE! PROD, DROP disguise,
DRAW joy WARD off REEF, FREE dark skies.
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