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Poems by John D
Robinson
Jo Jo
Jo Jo was lost
and would
never
be found,
Jo Jo had no
path to follow
from her first
breath
to her last,
but
Jo Jo
could sing
and dance and
I
watched on
as she
survived the
abuse,
assaults,
neglect,
racism,
watched on
like a
lighthouse
until the
light was
extinguished,
Jo Jo
still dances
in me
and you,
Jo Jo
dances
enchantingly
forever
on any street,
in every
doorway,
in any
world,
open your eyes
and see,
Jo Jo
is
dancing.
Love
Poem
An eagle hovering
effortlessly,
a tree dancing
elegantly,
letting go her
leaves in
a storm,
that is love
water cascading
easy,
endlessly
through the
mountains
fingers,
the murmuring
reflections
in a babys
eyes,
that is love,
the touching
of
hands and
hearts,
the entwining
of
universal dreams
and the
silhouettes of
union,
that is love,
that is love
as lovers ascend
the
ghosts of
smiles
and bathe in
total
surrender
of the self
in the shadows
of
such
brightness,
that is love
as a morning
slides
through your
windows,
as birdsongs
are
beautifully
scraped
against the
sky,
as the breeze
strokes
the rocks,
as the brush
paints itself,
that is love,
where rivers
meet
and flower
into
oceans,
when breath is
drawn from
another
and voices
become
a voice,
that is love,
that is love.
Poem For
Percy 1791 1822
Fuck man,
200 years ago
he was
promoting
that a temple
of worship
was not
needed to
save mankind
and dismissed
the idea that
god exists,
he advocated
free-love and
encouraged his
wives to have
extramarital
affairs as he
did,
he was a
vegetarian and
animal rights
activist,
he loved and
breathed the
natural world,
he applauded
political
freedoms
and condemned
any form of
oppression,
he once blew
up
a tree with
gunpowder,
he was
expelled
from Oxford
university for
not admitting
or denying he
was the author
of a radical
pamphlet,
he declared
the
spiritual
legislative
sacredness of
poets,
he dug deep
for just
29 years,
200 years
later
we know this
cat
was gone
for sure.
Getting There
Some How
The breeze rests a
short
while, cloud
hidden
and I drink my
wine:
the heartbeat
quickens
and the world
suddenly
changes
and I drink my
wine:
war rages at
our
fingertips, the
outrage
has no measure,
but
the world looks on
at
the fucking
horror,
but many minds
are
thinking of
money,
investments,
financial
interests
and cold
callous
deals and
opportunities
and I drink my
wine
staring at the
clock
that hasnt
moved
for some time
now.
Hell Belongs To
All
She screamed in my
face
Fuck you and
your
fucking
services!
Okay I
whispered:
NO! I
fucking MEAN IT!
Fuck you! well, I
mean
the fucking
bullshit, you
make us go
through!
I didnt have
an answer, I
detested the
process, it
was a piece of
shit:
Look, I
agree, its
bullshit and
Im a part
of it as you are
too
I said:
That means
nothing
to me she
said:
I nodded:
Okay I
said But if
you dont
get to this
appointment
theyre
really hammer
you this time
around
Well, fuck
it! she said
walking away
with
some friends,
living,
laughing at the
absurdity
of it all:
yeah,
fuck it, I thought
and I
walked away from
the
office: back home,
I
smoked a joint and
got
high whilst
listening to
Art Pepper
and thought,
fuck it,
Im
calling
it in.
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