Single Awareness Day
February fourteenth is Valentines Day
another chance to fill the coffers.
A card, flowers, presents to give
commercialism filling their pockets.
One day just to say, I love you
pushed at you since the New Year.
Magazines, newspapers, television too
just to say on that one day.
I love you
Emphasis on couples,
sharing their love.
Why do they need a special day?
everyday should be special.
If you love someone so much
How does it feel to be single?
grown tired of all this hype.
Many different reasons, for being single
cherish your life, cherish your friends.
February fourteenth is,
Single Awareness Day
© Carol Robson
I’m so lonely, all alone.
I sit here most days crying,
Yet again, all alone.
Trying to cope.
Never realised how hard this would be.
Existing here, now,
friends say it will get better.
I cannot see this –
I do not want this.
I really don’t want it to get better.
My heart beats with a never-ending ache;
My soul in torment, ripped by pain.
My love, my soul mate, my best friend
Taken from me far too soon,
Leaving me like this, all alone.
I will not be so for much longer:
I will join you my love;
Together again, forever my love
As it was always meant to be.
Then here, this place, this time
Will be empty, all alone.
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.
My 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
Debris is about a woman who is homeless, on the streets through drug and alcohol addiction.
Performed at St Helens Central Library June 26th when I was the support act for JB Barrington
Video courtesy of John Richards
Debris Copyright Carol Robson 2015
Things will never change
If you don’t get your arse in gear
Apathy is your life’s trait
Thinking Yes! I’m alright mate.
Continuous fucking moaning
Belching from your mouth
This country’s going to the dogs
That is your usual spout.
Do something, get off your arse and vote.
Yet! you’re the public house transmission
Or living room politician
Always giving it large
To anyone who’ll listen
You’re in your face utter barrage
Fucking hell, don’t become a Farrage
Do something, get off your arse and vote
Don’t be the non-voter
Become the opinion poll floater
Public house transmission
Living room politician
Stop your fucking moaning
Just do your frigging voting
©Carol Robson 2015
Speak your loud words
Break your chains
Shout your loud words
Break life’s chains
Scream louder your words
That fucking glass ceiling.
Carol Robson 2015.