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
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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
Corfu Town It’s Cricket
Corfu Town It’s Cricket
Alfresco, beautiful esplanade
taverna in Corfu town.
Retsina and ouzo to drink
Greek salad – kalamata and feta.
Ball on willow echoes out
a cricket match on the esplanade green.
Shouts of out or well done
disturbing the lunch.
Such sounds of Englishness
abounding on foreign soil.
Just enjoying an idyllic Grecian day
then knocked for six.
© Carol Robson
Winter’s Tale (Haiku)
Winter’s Tale (Haiku)
The warm quilt captive
from solstice to equinox
my choice, Eat or Heat.
©Carol Robson. #Ageing
An Undying Love
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
November (Haiku)
November (Haiku)
Full of flowing change
falls from autumn to winter
coloured brown and red.
©Carol Robson #Haiku