Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Festivals have I seen whose joyous names:
Turned sour as time took toll: election day
fair promise fails faced with crass quoldibet
which life dictator's power play proclaims
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The bridge that spans thoughts linking Cause, Effect
distinguishes Man - homo styled Erect
whose trait outstanding's often pride elect -
as silent seeker striving to perfect
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Picayune petite, of pettiness quintessence,
like mannequins lives thin, skin skims ph[r]ased evanescence.
can't resonate love's tenderness, affection,
hacks life's playback stage, say lacks, rage [d]reads rejection.
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“I’m sure you're tired of trouble, strife, extending life so long;
Will you talk before you go to bed? ” said Spider to Dame Fly.
“There are existentialist strings to pull, it comes on pretty strong,
to go against the grain and see millenia fly by.'
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If fair stars glitter in my eyes from you they're sent 'tis no surprise.
Magic unfurled in stilly night, imagination wings free flight,
Advances past life's present plight, to share with you new world's delight.
Unusual lustre in my eyes from you reflects as bright sunrise
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She's built cold walls of fiction around her bleeding heart
to protect her from prediction that spring may bring fresh start,
imagined wrongs correcting, pain dissipating fast, -
much time she spent erecting tall walls which need not last.
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All spoken, all that's written, reorders letters, worded
from thought-chains, hopes love-smitten, links unexpected, herded,
to offer base from which one can explore what's seen, sensed, hidden,
what on the surface seem dream themes by intuitions bidden
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Distance once meant more
than trouble, time and travel
to an unknown shore.
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