Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Without the blessing of the Gods
with Death you wed.
Yet suicide remains at odds
with those who fear to greet the sods,
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WHO had not erred,
its warnings stand,
world governments well knew
sick trick preferred -
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To tie me to this tiresome task no reasons real remain,
save sloth, indignity, and, worse, profit from fortune's fame.

Four years, for five percent or more, of French employers' fee
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Man has reached a point in time
where he must choose before that choice
is forced upon him. Few rejoice
because the spectral pantomime
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A phone that seldom rings, or never,
Sounds like a life-line coiled, unused,
A link to light that stands accused,
Left hanging in the never-never.
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After buttered bread spreading
white wedding lies scarlet bedding,
hearts seen heading
towards tear shedding,
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Unique and common, in between
night's sighs, dawn's longings, scarce serene;
we float here, there, through dreams' insight.
whose strings dissolve with waking light.
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Elgin exit permit from Turks obtained
Left pictures plundered from the Parthernon
Gift to England from Greece over-run
Illicit theft, Acropolis bereft, maintained
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Achilles had a little heel,
its skin was white as snow;
and everywhere Achilles went
its twin was sure to go.
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The Past departed with the last forced mourners, whose facial expressions, with their tremolo of tics, tell-tale suppressions, told of fear. Tension in tightened corners of mouth and eyes. terror, surprise, trembling, cries, each would disguise anguish masked, questions unanswered here, unwelcome intimations of mortality.

The Past departed, partly of its own accord, parts, shut out, ignored, roles played out as few could yet afford to flout morality. Time's uncertainties by Time itself underscored. Departure leaving absence of feeling, absence of feeling hermetically sealing from mind and face all trace of childhood innocence.
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