Paranoid Party Poet intro and Hometown


This is one of my usual starts to a performance as the Paranoid Party Poet. Hometown was written 3 years ago after a visit on a May Saturday night.
©Carol Robson

©Carol Robson

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Carol Robson


Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Carol Robson

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No Labels by Carol Robson.


‘No Labels’ has been written for the ‘Harms of Hate’ event being held at Magna in Rotherham Sept 2018, where I will be performing several pieces of my work
Copyright: Carol Robson.

 

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©Carol Robson 2018

All Alone by Carol Robson


Just Saying How It Is

ALL ALONE

I’m so lonely, all alone.

I sit here most days crying,

Yet again, all alone.

Trying to cope.

Never realised how hard this would be.

Existing here, now,

friends say it will get better.

I cannot see this –

I do not want this.

I really don’t want it to get better.

My heart beats with a never-ending ache;

My soul in torment, ripped by pain.

My love, my soul mate, my best friend

Taken from me far too soon,

Leaving me like this, all alone.

I will not be so for much longer:

I will join you my love;

Together again, forever my love

As it was always meant to be.

Then here, this place, this time

Will be empty, all alone.

©Carol Robson

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DANCE OF GOOD AND EVIL


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