Category Archives: Personal

Just Be You by Carol Robson.

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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

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Lifetime Achievement Award

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On Saturday April 15th I was honoured to win the Lifetime Achievement Award at the South Yorkshire LGBT+ Awards evening held at the Library Theatre Sheffield.

Many thanks to those who nominated and voted for me.

Also thank you to my friends at Friends of Edward Carpenter for their support.

Single Awareness Day (February 14th)

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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

 

Promotion, advertising

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

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.

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

Loneliness and Isolation by Carol Robson.

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Loneliness and Isolation

You gazed through your window
watching the world passing by
sadly this was not your world
as you gazed from your void.

Your years so full of family and friends
now seemed such a distant memory
a memory that became far less vivid
only framed memories were your companions.

You didn’t want to bother your family
they didn’t seem to listen, always so busy
just a phone call would have brightened your day
taken you out, have a treat, just a visit, please.

A few hours a week your visitors appeared
a cleaner and a person with your meals
quickly gone with barely a word or smile
again long hours devoid of any other presence.

Hours, days and weeks seemed to merge into one
broken by those fleeting visitors into your prison
a prison with a view to a world that was no longer yours
a life on your own, should never have been endured.

Now family and friends are here for you
talking of bygone days, relived memories
your loneliness and isolation is now over
sadly, it took your passing to bring them here.
© Carol Robson 2012

Apathetic Voter by Carol Robson

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Apathetic Voter

Apathetic Voter

Apathetic Voter

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

Bad Dreams by Carol Robson.

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This poem is from my revised/edited 2nd edition poetry collection Words of Darkness and Light.

BAD DREAMS

Childhood, special time,
Joyous and carefree –
Free as a butterfly
Spreading your wings.

Spring and summer delights:
You run, dance and skip
Through the fields; flowers too –
Sitting by the stream, carefree.

You find a special friend –
They are kind –
You meet by the stream
Again! Again! Still carefree.

Carefree no longer:
You do not run, dance and skip
Through the fields and flowers.
Stream is a bad place.

Not a special friend!
You didn’t want this.
Frightened! You never go out –
Frightened to tell.

Crying, bad dreams, so real –
You withdraw.
Where have you gone?
Silence consumes.

Bad dreams follow you.
In time you are here –
Not the same, no longer carefree.
Evil! Took something away.

Fields, flowers, stream of yesteryear
Pushed into deep dark place:
Bad dreams, bad memories
Still manage to emerge.

You never told.
You think you coped
So why do you still
Have bad dreams?

Copyright: Carol Robson 2014