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) Friends and memories disappear in quick silence, forever a void. ©Carol Robson
Yorkshire Pudding (Cinquain)
yet loved for your
rising in versatility
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
Blank creative mind
no new words floating around
a poet screams; Blind!
© Carol Robson
An Undying Love
Lonely days spent wondering what my future life held,
I was comfortable with most aspects of my life – yet my darling you left a void. Living alone this last year, alone, grieving for my long time love and partner – finding it hard to come to terms with heartbreak and loneliness, day to day feelings, so entrenched in these days and months since your sudden death.
Never ever giving any thought about moving on – how could I ever do this to my first and only true love, my true soul mate. I still feel your presence in every room – a soft light touch seems to brush my neck letting me know you are still with me.
These long days and months of heartache slowly passing by – a long time before I had the courage to remove the pillowcase that last caressed your head and your beautiful red hair – for, when I laid next to it you were still with me my darling – now it is laid away with your favourite clothes which still hold memories of our precious time together.
Friends rallied round during my darkest days – with love that only true friends give. As those dark days’ lessened, our true friends are still with me – friends seeing how my grief was consuming me – thinking it was time for me to move on – yet, really my love they did not understand my grief – my love had been torn from the sinew of my inner being.
Knowing you would want this – I will try to move forward my darling – slowly I will my love – minute by minute – hour by hour – day by day – thinking of you – knowing that you would want me to embrace all love – yet my darling I know that no one will ever replace you in my heart – my life will go on – never forgetting you my darling – my best friend – my only true love – my undying love for you – my soul mate.
© Carol Robson
For all those in love:
True love triumphs
above all foolishness
love is much more than decreeing
of who has madness to love
or to lie with their chosen partner.
Human love desires, affairs of the heart
as it races without defibrillation
lovers chests bursting extreme love
bodies, brains tingled in exaltation
knowing their own true love way
as the blood rush electrifies synapses
in loving hearts and minds
never to be broken
in their eternal journey of love.
Pandemic of a human kind
global rush of Covid 19
worldwide death never designed
yet causing the lockdown scene.
Older and vulnerable were mostly thought to be at risk
children, then any age were taken
underlying health problems, the healthy too
no discrimination, it could be you.
Panic buying soon became the norm
empty shelves, no toilet rolls no tins of food
shops emptied by the covid swarm
normal folk now in a frenzied mood,
Self isolation social distancing lockdown
key workers frontline staff NHS Docs and nurses
the ones allowed to move around
NHS staff in their PPE, nursing the dying
trying to save lives in trying times
BBC giving us daily updates of soaring numbers
all over the world not just at home
this is real news not fake
let’s stay safe do not roam,
When it’s over we can party like it’s 1999
down the pub to celebrate with family and friends, reunited with love ones
street parties whatever you want
rebook your holidays, start to live again without fear
me, I’ll just hug my daughters and grandchildren too
Govt tells older people with or without health problems to self-isolate. Sadly many of them have been doing it for years, it’s called Loneliness and Isolation.
Van Gogh Museum performance of the intergenerational words piece The Open Sky with Robyn Haddon and Rory Pilgrim October 2015.
The Open Sky is about words and what they mean for different people.
It’s about intergenerational words,
I bring words with me from childhood.
Family words that have stayed with me.
Sometimes these words have got blurred through the years.
There are words I want to term as family words.
There are also words I want to term as friendship words.
Sometimes the words in friendship can mean more to some people than family words because for some, their friends are also their family who they share their lives with.
There’s a four letter word, which is really important – just a four letter word – LOVE.