All Alone by Carol Robson


Just Saying How It Is

ALL ALONE

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.

©Carol Robson

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Just Be You by Carol Robson.


Just Be You

You’ve endured a life of!

Told it will be this way

told it will be that way

told, told, told told,

from the earliest time.

Roles decided.

Learn this, learn that

the right way

it has to be

their way.

Be different,

free thinking,

challenge them,

use constructive argument

be prepared

to be labelled,

different,

a rebel.

We are not

all the same

challenge them

your life,

your choice,

your human rights,

being broken

challenge them

your life,

your choice

stop them,

shaping you

just be you.

Told you cannot,

ask why not

challenge

be different

make mistakes

they’re your mistakes

learn from them

stand out

make a difference

your choice

your life

shape yourself

true to yourself

just be you

not what others,

want you to be.

You don’t need,

role models.

©Carol Robson

Smash That Glass Ceiling.


Speak your loud words
Break your chains
Nay!
Shout your loud words
Break life’s chains
Stop!
Discrimination
Cronyism
Scream louder your words
Smash!
That fucking glass ceiling.
Carol Robson 2015.

A Love Nurtured In Blood by Carol Robson.


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

Acceptance by Carol Robson


Acceptance

Accepted for being you
but were you really?
Really didn’t get to know
the real beautiful you
their loss, not yours.

You accepted who you are
as did true friends
not just for entertainment value
or being politically correct.

This is my personal view
being different doesn’t suck
actually it bloody rocks
and I don’t give a fuck.

© Carol Robson 2012

Love Transcends.


(Poem about Iphis and Ianthe from the story in Ovid’s  Metamorphoses Book 9)

 

Love Transcends.

(Iphis and Ianthe)

 

A raging fire burned

loves flames kindled

elicited by your beauty

innocence in despair

knowing this love

betrothed in ignorance

by a loving father

unaware of deceit

by a loving mother

accepting the truth

of the prophecy of Isis.

 

The Gods frowning

a Sapphic love

not yet countenanced

there should not be

girl with girl.

My desires

my beautiful Ianthe

that you be man

or even I

to consummate

to bring purity

for our love desires.

 

True love triumphs

above all foolishness

love is much more

than decreeing

the genders

of who has

madness to love

or to lie with

their desired bride.

 

Decreed by Isis

our troth fulfilled

I’m now man

rendered by Goddess

for satisfaction

of the Gods

and families.

Yet! my beautiful Ianthe

our love transcends

Gods, Goddess and Gender.

 

©Carol Robson 2013

 

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I could have never imagined

or even dreamed,

that this life

would turn out so!

Happiness and joy

can be measured

in wealth and riches,

of love and friendship

from family and friends.

 

Those who started

my amazing journey

with me,

many who joined it

along the way, sharing,

making my life richer

that led to fulfillment,

of a deeper happiness

in a time and place

that is my Nirvana.

 

Those who,

journeyed with me,

stayed with me,

supported me,

loved me

for being me,

I love you.

Namaste.

©Carol Robson 2013