Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Gather life's rosebuds, man and maid,
there seed, share, time's hand can't be stayed,
and gentle innocence soon's passed.
greed gain ambitions oft waylayed.
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Just deserted after make-up refuselled,
I, who would have snoozled, hereafter
lose laughter, appear a foozle cahoozled,
as daft as a woozle or even dafter.
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DIALOGUE
'Prior, I'm sure you'll agree,
though external beauty,
be but dermal, no higher,
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My little space no trace may leave behind,
My little base, - whose clock must soon unwind.
Why little haste? When discontented mind
reproves the race of shadow-shapes unsigned,
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Earth known today, grown from bomb blown big bang,
one micro second mass, the next thought space,
one moment blast, the next tracked trace apace
stretching tentacles through time to climb
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Shrew tamed, All's Well, though here is Much Ado!
Antony and Cleopatra met
No Rape, no Tragedy, since each stayed true,
Grave born, like Romeo and Juliet.
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'The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes, or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two, is gone.'
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Valentine, red roses sent,
Across time's screen flashed. Witness warm
Love's imprint, flush blush. Though no form
Explicit's drawn, yet, heaven lent,
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Night, day, words work will's wondrous way,
translating into light
threads at play that more threads lay
seed phrases feed fresh flight.
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Why should meek clique monopolize
attention when the other cheek
is tendered 'gainst some fit of pique
unfitting, seeing anger rise?
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