The Hangman

The hangman’s axed,
see, he’s roped in,
your turn comes next, -
remember him!

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Transience I

Breath trickles free, Time trace hands slide.
Death sickles me, rut race sands tide.

poem by Jonathan Robin (1 December 1976)
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Whither?

Where are Winter's logs,
which were to comfort Spring soul -
all gone to the dogs …

poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Thrush - 0064 - Initial Version

Desolate destruction, spot fire bombs fall,
A timid thrush now worms beside one wall.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Clepsydral Mirror

Half empty, half full,
life's perceptions drip through time,
blow hot, cold, push, pull

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Wheel Turns

What IS, was, what WAS,
will be, wheel turns while Time cheats
all who would cheat time.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Life from In Quest to Inquest

Arrival alive 'in quest' strive
to drive over rival hive to inquest rive

(13 November 2011)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Evanescent Sonnet

Our
world,
whirled
bower.
Flower
hurled,
twirled
hour,
sends
men
strife,
ends
then
life.

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If Men could Read - Initial Version

If men could read in fee_male thoughts
then states would triple child supports,

(9 May 2000)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Crushed Thrush Hushed - Current Version

Cluster bombs' free fall
breed desolate destruction:
timid thrush, one wall.

(11 April 2010)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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