Category: Poet

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

DANCE OF GOOD AND EVIL

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DANCE OF GOOD AND EVIL

Uncommon sense breaks the frailness;
a mind disorganised, yet still not broken.
Good, light thoughts; evil, dark thoughts,
like bed-fellows – side by side.

A constant battle of wills:
good and evil challenging
like a passionate circling dance –
Tarantellas courting each other.

Your behaviours challenged by desires;
your free will attracts the evil,
your morality fights to transcend this,
your virtues fight for spiritual purity.

In time you fight your final battle,
the final dance of light and dark,
the brightness of your soul
rejecting the deep darkness of your mind.

You’re now here in a good place –
at least, until you’re asked for another dance.

Carol Robson

Insomniac Mind by Carol Robson

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Insomniac Mind

 

Pens leak the words

scrawls or rants

line after line

of new thoughts

or juxtaposed words

in scrappy books

or post-it notes

decorating a duvet

like a poetic quilt

to be sorted later

by a clearer mind.

Hours or days

poetic verbiage juggling

parking of words

in the right place

to be read

to be spoken

down through time

by you, by others

who empathise

where the words arose

from the restless sea

of the poets

Insomniac Mind.

© Carol Robson

Salford

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I was so pleased to be asked to write a poem for this Pamphlet to raise funds for a local for charity;

Salford Poetry

Adopted Salfordian

I wandered lonely,

not as a cloud

a free spirit

with words of poetical diction

political, just about real life

real people, real lives

spoken word of fact

sometimes fiction.

I wandered lonely,

meandering,

like the Irwell

feeling refreshed

as I drifted into Salford

On a lonely night

I found inspiration

my spirits lifted

musicians, the finest wordsmiths

my mind full of oration

off the cuff, then scripted.

I wandered lonely,

yet on arriving

among Kings and Crescent

performers, audiences, new friends

taken into the bosom

of friendships,

feeling safe in this

‘Spirit of Salford’

I wandered,

never alone

adopted Salfordian

who loves the honesty,

the humour

tells it how it is attitude

in a place

that gave us the likes of,

Clarke, Cooke, Finney,

Sumner, Read, Delaney.

just a few

of talent, of inspiration

for inclusion, in any miscellany.

Salford!

gave me friendships

 words of inspiration

here in my testimony

Salford!

 You, have my affection..

©Carol Robson

 

 

 

 

 

NaPoWriMo2016 Day 7 (Tritina) Rhiannon.

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NaPoWriMo2016 Day 7 (Tritina)

Rhiannon
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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