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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