Incubi by Carol Robson.

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Incubi

Life of constant bad thoughts
crawling around my mind
waiting to accommodate
my loss of control
why I fear my sleep time
that is never inhabited
with good dreams
only a constant
nightmare reality.

Struggling to stay awake
always losing the battle
despite the pills.
I try to grip reality.
Failure,
drifting away
into deep slumber
of mystical shrouds
swirling in the creeping
envelopment of darkness.

The demon surfaces
revisiting my body.
Dark red eyes piercing,
cauterising mind control
as he takes my soul
on his nightly inhabitation,
of pleasure, that I only know
in this orgiastic world
controlled by the Incubi.

© Carol Robson 2014

Born This Way by Carol Robson

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Born This Way.

The homophobes rally
governments and religions
cultures and societies
the elite
the ignoramus
and of course
the misanthropes.

Attacked by the homophobes
condemned by the abusers
priming the vulnerable
or do not accept
their own sexuality
yet continue
to live and pray
in their religious
patriarchal society
while wearing frocks
and a leader
with a penchant
for red shoes
who orders
don’t do as I do
but as I say
and they tell me
because I’m gay
that I’m destined
for eternal damnation.

Government’s corrupted
living with corruption
self-serving beliefs
lining their pockets
screwing the vulnerable.
I’m gay
and they reckon
I’m the one
who is “Bent”

Understanding
Acceptance
we are real
we won’t go away
we don’t corrupt
we are not a lifestyle
we were born this way.

© Carol Robson 2014

 

Words of Darkness and Light (reader review)

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Words of Darkness and Light (reader review) posted on Facebook.

book review

Published by Thynks Publications

Me by Carol Robson

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ME

I’ve such self-belief that it – scares me
I refuse to let my past – define me
In the here and now – poet me
I’ve proved I can do it – performer me.

Some people cannot get past – history me
Clouds their vision to see – true me
Ignored and never accepted – dislike me
Or in truth, the realisation – discriminate me.

True friends – love me
Loved my performances – support me
Female poet and performer – gladdens me
My authentic and fulfilling life – just me
Feeling alive – REAL ME.

©Carol Robson 2014

Lest We Forget by Carol Robson.

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Lest We Forget

This weary darkness of days,
as they trudge their weary limbs
from room to room, in decay.
Devoid of natural light,
loneliness and isolation
coldness of older peoples plight,
lest we forget, their degradation.

Carol Robson 2014.

A Love Nurtured In Blood by Carol Robson.

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Poem from the revised/edited 2nd edition of Words of Darkness and Light published by Thynks Publications.

A Love Nurtured in Blood (Sapphic)

And now my life is flashing by,
Four hundred years upon this earth.
My ancient love, the reason why
You gave to me immortality.

Made me your bride in ancient times,
Spent together, living on.
We sucked blood, we bit new flesh.
We drained life force and felt refreshed.

Creatures nightly moved in shadows,
Centuries of blood-fueled lust;
All societies, all fair game.
Folklore and legends we became.

I’ve seen wars and cruel destruction.
I’ve seen horrors – genocide.
I’ve seen torture, men and women.
I’ve seen little children slain.

My love’s now gone and I grow weary,
My body weak with skin now scarred,
Flashes of sunlight drive me to twilight,
Retreating to my shadowy home.

No longer I yearn for fresh, warm blood.
I’ve been here for far too long.
Alone without you, longing for you.
Peace invites me as I come home.

©Carol Robson 2014

Troubled With A Gun by Carol Robson.

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Troubled With a Gun

They have a gun
shall they have fun?
Pop-pop, pop-pop
here comes the strop.

Disillusioned,
disturbed teen,
time to be mean
an outsider driven by pain
going down the drain.

Spat on, put down,
shunned.
Parents – peers
will be gunned.
Notice me!
my hatred fuelled campaign.

Who takes blame?
Inflamed communities.
Media and Films,
the reason
an untimely hunting season.

Look within,
clues are there,
out of childhood,
without care
lack of love
no affection
no one listened.
Questions asked,
the day,
bullets glistened.

Clock runs its course
cops arrive,
now in force
bearing witness,
blood stained hellhole.
Their final act,
ends life,
another troubled soul
gone,
no answers.

© Carol Robson 2014