Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Rain, rain, rain
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When we consider all our freedoms lost
with HA! BE U.S.! Corpus of bush law,
black death to hide the whitewash when p’lice score
’gainst innocence ‘wrong place, wrong time’ star-crossed,
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Marlowe’s swain bestows caresses
And promises on shepherdesses.
Clasps of amber, young lambs’ fleeces,
gay gloss of gold, once told, impresses.
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My verse cannot completely trace
a fair reflection who's soft light
underscores such endless grace.
Dream words, found wanting, seek insight.
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Wishing wonders wander-Swannee signs
As author artist always aired a-musing
Never nasty. Nature nourishing
Dreams dainty, diction dense, distinct, designs
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Life's cycle spins
as out and ins
around each other turn
so treat with Time
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[c] Jonathan Robin

Sang to M.C. Sonnet Cycle after William Shakespeare: Sonnets Sonnets LXXXI - C
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Happy he who like Ulysses

Happy he who like Ulysses has returned
successful from his travels, or like he
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Break, break, break,
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HARMONIE DU SOIR

Mark now the days have come where bloom on stem addressed
A-tremble spreads scent balm upon soft evening air
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