Jonathan ROBIN Poems

So sweet, so smooth, silk soft her voice’s tone
the Damn’d rejoice, their souls no choice but moan,
must hearken to her, [strumming in her chamber],
muse melting melodies through lutes of amber.
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Poor verse
most adverse,
wealth disburse,
debt immerse,
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Youth fed fantasy
transforming life's mystery
to transparency.
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I who reply before one hundred years
have seen Time's flow accelerate life's song,
respond in kind to message which appears
as symbols on a screen, its sense still strong.
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Away from old pond
leaps olympic longjump frog
squelching sounds beyond.
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A canner exceedingly canny
One morning remarked to his granny,
'A canner can can
Anything that he can,
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In rhyme reclimbing childhood tree we try
to paint trunk soaring through dark clouds to sky
as tot from cot in garden grot advanced
upon strong branch in innocence. Dream chanced
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One white winter week.
Paris turns the other cheek,
afraid to speak.
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Come live with me, my partner be,
and we will every contract make
that tricky opportunity
presents in life of bid and [s]take.
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Fair Apricot shares love a lot,
blooms zooming up to sky,
I watched from cot in garden grot
its spring sprigs spring so spry.
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