Words of Darkness and Light (reader review) posted on Facebook.
Published by Thynks Publications
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
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
Fixation With Genitalia
Fixation With Genitalia is a poem I wrote for my Fringe show Finding Me(Take Me As I Am) this is a recording from a show I did in March 2014 in Huddersfield for Tea and Tarts WI.
Copyright: Carol Robson 2014
I wrote this during my melancholy period which if I remember right was one August Saturday night after a few drinks around midnight.
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
and 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 2012
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