Jonathan ROBIN Poems

REFRESH...MEANT


Lemon's cousin whose refreshing taste
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Though Time turns tides, storms ride to peace
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Upon the cusp of choice and chance,
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As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
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Thesis

The sixth age shifts to 'slipper'd pantaloon,
'shrunk shank and childish trebles in pipe'line,
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I was warlord
of ten thousand
which multiplied by two
upon my word
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AS I ENJOY THE JOY OF KNOWING YOU
Nestor endured two hundred years despair
Awaiting joy, anticipating you.
Tristan Isolde took within his care
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'Live, live with me, and thou shalt see
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Heaven and Earth meet
over dew formality
drawn at cloud bank's feat.
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Can knowledge any sense in life retain?
All trace in space must some day disappear.
Life's calculations fail, ambitions vain.
Colours, now magic, soon no longer here
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