Institutional Investment

Keep some ten percent in hand,
it is best to do.
Pick a share in every land,
or, if you can, two.

If all this you understand,
and can follow through,
everything will be just grand,
there’s naught you will rue!

14 January 1975 robi3_0034

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F[r]og - Parody Carl Sandburg - Fog

The frog comes
on little toed feet.

Glad on pad soaking
rafts, wafts nenuphar away from city zen smog
mist_story current flows from current woes
in bog, in pond beyond poetic reads
It sits croaking.

Silence? - you’re joking! -
until it croaks.

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Men State - Parody Diana MORGAN - Statement

Men State

Ladies who would break the rules
toy with boys they take as tools.

(c) Jonathan Robin - Parody written 1 December 1995

Statement

Gentlemen who are not fools
Take out girls who know the rules.

Diana MORGAN My Sex Right or Wrong: 1947

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Springboard

Light reflecting leaves
prepare fair sakura rain,
winter grieves, spring reigns

Springboard for first fruits
en route bathing root and branch
pink of perfection

By Nature's cycle
spinning top turns towards sun
Earth's birth, mirth, worth, dearth.

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Deistic maternal interplay

Hell, heaven, black, white, grey, night, day,
God, Devil, mom, pop: mind's role-play
each mirrors each, teach lives begin
again, thought karmic caught, naught's win.
Deistic maternal interplay?
Summum mum pops! Figment rei[g]ns in sin.

(24 March 2012)

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Commuting Can Be Fun

Commuting's fun
Once begun!
Morn, before sun, -
Milk, tea, bun.
Unto station run,
Train don’t shun.
If aught’s undone,
Needs be spun,
Greet everyone -
Count wages won.
As dreams day rerun,
Night falls dun.
Boss, commuting’s fun,
Endless FUN…

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Welcome

Will heartbeat heard within the womb
E cho through the years to come,
L ight shedding, shedding darkness, gloom,
C reating harmony whose sum
O bstructions all may overcome.
M uch joy is promised fills heart's room.
E ach dream granted gladness may become.

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World Word Canvas

Artists palette, paints, prepare
poets channel insight rare,
canvas filling, paper inking,
imagination's magic thinking
linking their respective streams
compared perspectives, shared agleam,
imagination catalyzed,
creativity uncompromised.

(16 June 2012)

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The Worm

Dawn: – I sperm
on grass, ground.
Stem to stern
bound I’m found.

Vile erme worm
underground,
silent squirm
‘neath firm mound.

Slimy derm
rings me round,
while I turn
earth, - no sound.

But I churn
while men fiddle, -
‘tis the kern
of my riddle...

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Born Free after Joy Adamson

Young Elsa was a lioness,
when tame she jumped for joy.
She caused considerable distress
once freed, she jumped at Joy.

For Adam's son was her mistress,
to man and wife a toy,
as in the bible all may guess,
the spare rib brought her joy!

(17 March 1975)

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