I’ve such self-belief that it – scares me
I refuse to let my past – define me
In the here and now – poet me
I’ve proved I can do it – performer me.
Some people cannot get past – history me
Clouds their vision to see – true me
Ignored and never accepted – dislike me
Or in truth, the realisation – discriminate me.
My true friends – love me
Loved my performances – support me
Female poet and performer – gladdens me
My authentic and fulfilling life – just me
Feeling alive – REAL ME.
©Carol Robson 2014
Openness is a fine virtue
that does leave you naked
to be raided by the bone pickers
scavenging for your faults
to bring substance to their sad lives
so they can troll their messages
of lies and innuendo’s.
Yet the trolls will never ascend
to the beauty of your soul
that shines from beneath
the layers of your humanity
that shows the very truth
of your beautiful pure nature.
© Carol Robson 2012
Accepted for being you
but were you really?
Really didn’t get to know
the real beautiful you
their loss, not yours.
You accepted who you are
as did true friends
not just for entertainment value
or being politically correct.
This is my personal view
being different doesn’t suck
actually it bloody rocks
and I don’t give a fuck.
© Carol Robson 2012
(this is a poem from my Gay Biblical Whispers Set: Sod’Em using Yorkshire dialect words, see picture for word meanings)
Sitha a reet rum lot these
nowt like being a bit blathered
having a good chunter
perhaps without gumption
can’t keep dawks off each other
having a fratch
or a good feight
seen by religious leaders
who are really
a reet maungy mardy lot
to be getting narked
with a group baht common sense
who appear to be fugglin
who they treat as Straif
or just the Trammel of society
who they would never Tig
or never Lig with.
Perhaps there was,
really nowt indecent
perhaps they called,
each other Conny
just having a reet good time
they weren’t really bad un’s
just showing love
eeh by gum I love everyone.
Now then my flowers
I’m certainly not flummoxed
when I say they should have
huggered up and shouted
at the Mardy bums
©Carol Robson 2013
First poem from my Gay Biblical Whispers set performed at Hidden Perspectives festival June 1st (Bringing the Bible Out of the Closet) which looked at the Homosexual and Homophobic narratives in the Bible.
Man should not lie with man
woman should not lie with woman
an abomination should end in death
they would take your very last breath.
Homosexuality seen as such a sin
putting to death, their patrilineal kin.
Hypocrisy abounds, thou shall not kill
a sin decreed by their Father’s will.
Gay and Trans people are condemned
procreation of life will be stemmed.
Yet the conception of the son of God
in all narratives just appears a little odd.
Mary’s immaculate conception without stain
a virgin birth, which told, we must not profane.
The vision of the Holy Spirit to take Mary was foretold
or is it simply, that the greatest fairy-tale ever was about to unfold.
©Carol Robson 2013
Starting my performance of Gay Biblical Whispers at the Hidden Perspectives Festival at The Workstation Sheffield June 1st (Bring the Bible out of the Closet) challengingbiblical/religious narratives on homosexuality/homophobia and gender.
More details in my Events page. https://chakracaz.wordpress.com/book-and-events/
Review of poetry performances at Hidden Perspectives Festival
( Sarah Thomasin, Carol Robson and Sally Jenkinson were truly captivating, their passion and dedication to the craft was evident within each performance. Skilfully they all caused ordinary words to take on extraordinary messages, speaking to the audience on such a personal level that many commented that the performances were ‘a transformative experience’.) http://hiddenperspectives.org/2013/06/16/recapping-the-festival-poetry/