Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Thin red deadline dividing debt
from freedom's thread fails, hammer falls,
hope lies, shattered, heart upset.
Assets scattered, what recalls
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He grasps red flag with crookèd hands,
ring’d by a freer world disbands,
the sickly sickle’s final lands.
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Big fish in small pond
swallow identities, leave
bare beyond despond
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Departing with last train past week expires
On Friday night, commuters find release
Using well trained minds unused to peace
By pie[r]cing crossword clues, games each admires.
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Oh no! we never mention her, whose name’s a major crime,
my lips are sealed and privy shields, short memory has Time!
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Before and afterwards reflect
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Some read, some rest, while others play,
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He stands as high in his own estimate
as Everest, yet never rests to show
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He peeks
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Seventy seasons sliced by harvest scythe,
sent spent from feast’s fields to untimely grave,
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