Jonathan ROBIN Poems

By mangrove swamps I idle round,
my canopy's world wonder,
leafcutter ants beneath the ground
where three toed sloths would wander.
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Tomorrow will tomorrow follow till
the timer sudden cracks, and sands outspill.
A trickle representing Life and Will
soon ceases, leaving silence. All stays still.
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Times of trouble sponge solutions new,
Insight inks page which once seemed whitewash blank.
Grief is patient. Joy greets the dawn to thank
Hope for fresh sparks where all once seemed askew.
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Windmill's sails spill through
grey haze maze scene overview
to restore skies blue
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O ver peaks sun peeks, sloughs off whisp cloud,
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She Thought She Saw

She thought she saw quite equal pay
afforded equal work,
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Times of trouble sponge solutions new,
Intuition inks in what seemed blank.
Grief is patient. Joy greets the dawn to thank
Hope for fresh sparks where all appeared askew.
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L ight and laughter bona fide,
U nderstanding without pride,
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Plastic patterns swiftly flowing
gladly lend impressions glowing
sometimes faster, sometimes slowing,
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When I consider how my life's been spent
these whirling years in this dark world and wide,
with that one talent which my wits supplied
held in abeyance waiting for love s[c]ent
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