Jonathan ROBIN Poems

All changes at each station stop,
as some jump on, off others hop.
Rare who play fair from start til end,
stay constant, selfless cause defend.
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THINKING

Stars winking.
Water mirrors the moon on high,
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The worm squirmed as he swore
that all bindings were a bore
as he burrowed all the more
between the leaves;
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n.b. The first letter of each word of each line will spell the first sentence:
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MIGHT I A BEE BECOME...

Might I a bee become to trick
sweet nectar drops from sweeter lip
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MEN ARE UNWISE
‘What would ye, ladies? It was ever thus.
Men are unwise and curiously planned.’
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May melted August records. Premature,
unreasonable, unseasonable heat,
sear skies, flicked flies dried off the dusty street,
vaporizing streams once sweet and pure
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Today's intentions spin tomorrow's fact
as new inventions newer still attract,
though fresh dimensions frequently are wracked
by strong dissensions which themselves are backed
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ONCE MORE UNTO THE GULF, DEAR FRIENDS

“I ran! ” said the Shah, in a hurry,
but the opposite seems to be true: -
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MUSE SINGS ON RHYME


If by poetry we mean
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