Glass Ceiling Speak your loud words Break your chains Nay! Shout your loud words Break life's chains Stop! Discrimination Hatred Cronyism Scream louder your words Smash! That glass ceiling. ©Carol Robson
Category: Poet
Grandchild (Cinquain)
Grandchild (Cinquain) Eyes wide melting hearts, smile hugs, cuddles, sloppy kiss a different grandparent love Perfect. ©Carol Robson
Incubus.
Incubus 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
Void (Haiku)
VOID (Haiku) Friends and memories disappear in quick silence, forever a void. ©Carol Robson
Yorkshire Pudding (Cinquain)
Yorkshire Pudding (Cinquain)
Just plain
yet loved for your
dishful deliciousness
rising in versatility
puffed-up.
©Carol Robson
Silky Weaver (Poem)
Silky Weaver (Poem) (Arachne and Minvera, Greek Mythology)) Weaver of tales resplendently regaled self-indulgent from humbleness, interlacing her stories, gathering her fame in silkiness of living threads. Disguised challenge old woman confronts respect the goddess, silky weaver in defiance unbending that her substance of threads of weaves are the finest to behold. Battles of weavers spinning their tales, tapestries in arrogance silky weaver ridiculing scorning the Gods in weaves of their debauchery. In ire silky weaver encounters wrathful goddess, striking silky weaver in anger. Atonement head hanging shame by the weaved noose, then in pity resurrection of silky weaver to poisonous silky spinning Arachnid. ©Carol Robson
I Love You Marvin.
For fans of Douglas Adams
I Love You Marvin
Time for me time
no longer giving to your time
I’m drained of energy
sort yourselves out
find somebody else to ask
there is always another mug
willing to listen
wishing you, would shut the fuck up.
My brain has gone to mush
years and years of listening
blah blah blah blah
same old stories repeated
get a fucking grip
you are the genius
the genius that can sort it
get a life, move on.
OMG I’ve turned into my hero
my morose, paranoid hero
you make me laugh, and cry
like you; ‘I didn’t ask to be made’
but at least I do have friends
your only friend was the rat
he died in the cavity of your left ankle
I love your eternal brilliance
I love you for just being you
my Marvin the Paranoid Android
© Carol Robson
Blind (Haiku)
Blind (Haiku)
Blank creative mind
no new words floating around
a poet screams; Blind!
© Carol Robson
November (Haiku)
November (Haiku)
Full of flowing change
falls from autumn to winter
coloured brown and red.
©Carol Robson #Haiku
No More (Haiku)
No More. (Haiku)
Generations died
human life mutilated
no more wars, just peace.
©Carol Robson #Remembrance