Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 211 Points (22 September / London)

Bell's Palsy V - Perpetual Paradox - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Tomorrow and tomorrow once appeared
to set [h]our petty pace till end of time,
where openly men close door showing climb
must fall precede, all seed from cropped corn sheared.
To slime returns those who, too highly geared,
presume on life's lease until palsy's rhyme -
Bell rung, wrung peace, piecemeal cut off in prime.
Paradox perpetual, decks cleared,
stage silent, godless or god-fearing jeered,
or curtain cheered at end of pantomime,
no castle under lime, soaked sods turn grime
to mock man's half-cock pride ride disappeared.
No longer cocky, finite jokes, choked, fade,
Cock crows, then silence, banter's banner frayed.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

(4 December 2007 revised 8 August 2008)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013


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