NaPoWriMo2016 Day 7 (Tritina) Rhiannon.

NaPoWriMo2016 Day 7 (Tritina)

My eyes flash wider as I see the beautiful Rhiannon
shuddering as my body tingles, for she is everywhere
her fans gathering just to hear the beautiful songbird.

They melt together as one entity at the feet of the songbird
hearts lifted and broken by the voice of Rhiannon
following like slaves as she moves everywhere.

Hypnotised to be with her everywhere
the bewitching voice of the songbird
as everyone just wants Rhiannon

taking Rhiannon the songbird into their hearts, everywhere.

©Carol Robson 2016
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NaPoWriMo2016 Day3. Attitude.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 3

I don’t fantasise
I don’t adore celebrities
Fans are adornments
Worn at arm’s length.

I can love your music
I can love your voice
I can love your acting
I can love your skill.

I don’t want to be you
I won’t write to you
I don’t want to marry you
I won’t be your stalker.

I have socially met you
You are socially nice
You can be socially rude
So just for the best
Change your fucking attitude.

©Carol Robson 2016
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NaPoWriMo2016 Day 2


(Word Lune 5-3-5….5 verses)

Dry days Wet days, sigh

Dark days sigh

Long days Short days, sigh.


Healthy days Illness days, sigh

Poverty days sigh

Bountiful days Starvation days, sigh.


Good days of life, smile

Beloved days, smile

Good days of family, smile.


Days with a partner, smile

Children days, smile

Days with your parents, smile.


Days of sighs and smiles

Days ever-changing

These days are just yours.


©Carol Robson 2016

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NaPoWriMo-2016-30-poems-in-30-days Day 1


Day 1



Hospital appointment,


Morning at home,

my waiting room

thinking ahead

mind in gloom and doom,

nil by mouth.

Positive vibes needed

It’s only a camera test

positive vibes needed

all outcomes will energise.

Emotions swirling,

lack of food,

sways the mood.

Over thinking

lack of drinking

dried up throat

final beverage seems remote.

Afternoon arrives

change the waiting room.

Anticipation heightens

It will soon be over


 yet my throat tightens.

©Carol Robson 2016

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