Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Ghost of Cleopatra ‘neath the Nile
A thousand years had haunted twice before
In hearing of fresh fame sh[ad]e knew for sure
Life witness bears to one whose peerless smile
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Wishy Washy I
train brain, strain grey cells' refrain,
ever seeking 'why'?
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In seduction I lack
not one whit in the sack,
make strategic attack -
maiden's tongue tied and, thwack!
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The clouds, which mask mount Fuji from below,
Above appear a blanket of Spring snow.

Arriving by air
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Two shivers rivered shocks down spine
as he takes stock mid rocks and pine
whose needle presence seeds a sigh,
as time spun by, as time spun by
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To verse, or role reverse, that's in the question,
when writer's block may cause some indigestion,
[with contests tougher then the going's rougher]
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
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Ocean surf dull roars
to lee of lowly cottage
where wild seagull soars.
Love, lacking cold and hotage
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Background important
messages transmits, beyond sight
to readers distant.
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Alas! What hope remains? The Welfare State,
Wrought through the years of blood, sweat, toil and tears,
Of suffering and strife, to some appears
Refuted by f[r]ee enterprise whose weight
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Eternity in sand grain signed
spans time in rhyme that, here, needs bind
through more than ten score lines assigned
to blossom fair [h]our prose aligned.
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