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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

 

 

 

 

 

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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

A Love Nurtured In Blood by Carol Robson.

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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

Words of Darkness and Light (Poetry Collection)

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Words of Darkness and Light

Revised 2nd edition of my first poetry collection 48 poems Words of Darkness and Light

published Thynks Publications Limited to buy http://t.co/ASp6r7g9df

Thoughts of Yorkshire by Carol Robson

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Thoughts of Yorkshire by Carol Robson

After watching the 2nd stage of Tour De France going through Yorkshire and the amazing views I decided to put this together with my poem which I wrote a few years ago about my home county.

Copyright Carol Robson 2014

Words of Darkness and Light now available on Amazon

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My first collection of poems now available on Amazon