Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Master man who’d master be,
And forage for eternity
Sowing here to garner later?
Take pleasures now, for hot potater
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Heavyweight tanker
knew the drill yet drank her fill
Katrina thank her
from spill to spill, settled, still,
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Is bottle half full
when white print on black background
mocks vain critics' pull?
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Multi-coloured leaf
shadowing corn-crop bounty
springs harsh frost flake grief
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Suspended between
choice, voice, advance and retreat,
chance slips from the scene.
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Today, tomorrow,
circumstantial suspension
between joy, sorrow.
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Flat earth theories
strange jarred with seasons' change range
question of degrees
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Sizzling hiss stashed log
heaps ashes on flash crackles
beneath smoky fog
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True heart saw fun whole
Achilles without the heel
two parts for one goal
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From sent present's tomb
crescent dreams coalescent
spring towards full bloom
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