Jonathan ROBIN Poems

One generation sacrificed, or more,
Now is high time to toll the tocsin knell
Enjoining all to come to terms with hell,
Great expectations dashed. Solutions for
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Full employment, life's enjoyment, social change serene, sustained,
has been game's aim since forever, cycles passed and fame's flames waned.
Spy inherent contradictions in between ways gleaned means stretched,
double binds' recycled ball-game till dread reaper soul has fetched.
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She has heard a whisper say
time's climb shall_lottery homage pay.
The mist has left the mountain grey,
for climate change communiqué
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Mundane disdain, un-self-sustaining stain upon humanity,
most opt out, flout choice voice, rejoice only to gain self-vanity
pass over nature, poles apart from fresh start seem profanity,
whose dreams drown, frown within unthinking kitchen sink inanity.
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Magician's melodies magnificent,
Answers aureate anticipating,
Underscore union undeviating.
Destiny determines dream descent
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The doors of perception of heaven and hell
should always stay slightly ajar,
we need not nine lives to distill truth whose bell
can clearly be heard from afar.
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Seen through love's eyes she never shall grow old,
As sweet she blossoms, mete she'll ever be,
Now fair among the fair, - their beauty, cold, -
Defers to her eternal quality.
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Goodwill will challenge closed minds through
sense linked to intuitions' glue.
Unlocked cocoon creates a change
both familiar, very strange,
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Each season shows love's reason in our life,
from birth to berth, from cradle to the grave,
we spring from travail to this vale of strife,
will forms, braves storms, till lost beneath time's wave.
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From sad lamenting tune, night never-ending
to dawn of gladness far from cobweb mist,
life springs, renewing seasons, sunlight sending
as summer's promise shines, once sorely missed.
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