Stay Safe (Haiku)
Almost knocked over
walking the right arrow way
I think I’ll stay home.
©Carol Robson #Haiku
Tag: personal
Radio Interview with Trevor Wainwright
My radio interview with Trevor Wainwright at 5Towns Radio on 10/02/19 about my poetry etc. Starts at 30.40 minutes
Celebration Of Age From The Open Sky Performance.
Celebration of Age from The Open Sky Performance
Recorded in 2015-16
written and performed by Carol Robson with vocalists Robyn Haddon and Mali Lines Harvey, vocals written, recorded and produced by Rory Pilgrim, performed as part of Rory Pilgrims short film ‘The Open Sky’
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
All Alone by Carol Robson
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
Just Be You by Carol Robson.
Just Be You
You’ve endured a life of!
Told it will be this way
told it will be that way
told, told, told told,
from the earliest time.
Roles decided.
Learn this, learn that
the right way
it has to be
their way.
Be different,
free thinking,
challenge them,
use constructive argument
be prepared
to be labelled,
different,
a rebel.
We are not
all the same
challenge them
your life,
your choice,
your human rights,
being broken
challenge them
your life,
your choice
stop them,
shaping you
just be you.
Told you cannot,
ask why not
challenge
be different
make mistakes
they’re your mistakes
learn from them
stand out
make a difference
your choice
your life
shape yourself
true to yourself
just be you
not what others,
want you to be.
You don’t need,
role models.
©Carol Robson
Lifetime Achievement Award
On Saturday April 15th I was honoured to win the Lifetime Achievement Award at the South Yorkshire LGBT+ Awards evening held at the Library Theatre Sheffield.
Many thanks to those who nominated and voted for me.
Also thank you to my friends at Friends of Edward Carpenter for their support.
Single Awareness Day (February 14th)
Single Awareness Day
February fourteenth is Valentines Day
another chance to fill the coffers.
A card, flowers, presents to give
commercialism filling their pockets.
One day just to say, I love you
Promotion, advertising
pushed at you since the New Year.
Magazines, newspapers, television too
just to say on that one day.
I love you
Emphasis on couples,
sharing their love.
Why do they need a special day?
everyday should be special.
If you love someone so much
How does it feel to be single?
grown tired of all this hype.
Many different reasons, for being single
cherish your life, cherish your friends.
February fourteenth is,
Single Awareness Day
© Carol Robson
Me by Carol Robson.
ME
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
Loneliness and Isolation by Carol Robson.
Loneliness and Isolation
You gazed through your window
watching the world passing by
sadly this was not your world
as you gazed from your void.
Your years so full of family and friends
now seemed such a distant memory
a memory that became far less vivid
only framed memories were your companions.
You didn’t want to bother your family
they didn’t seem to listen, always so busy
just a phone call would have brightened your day
taken you out, have a treat, just a visit, please.
A few hours a week your visitors appeared
a cleaner and a person with your meals
quickly gone with barely a word or smile
again long hours devoid of any other presence.
Hours, days and weeks seemed to merge into one
broken by those fleeting visitors into your prison
a prison with a view to a world that was no longer yours
a life on your own, should never have been endured.
Now family and friends are here for you
talking of bygone days, relived memories
your loneliness and isolation is now over
sadly, it took your passing to bring them here.
© Carol Robson 2012
