Tag Archives: Poetry

Single Awareness Day (February 14th)

Standard

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

Impaired Mind (Cinquain)

Standard

Impaired Mind (Cinquain)

Locked in
With distant past
Of haunting memories
Like black and white silent movies
Un-synced.
© Carol Robson

Women’s Space in Spoken Word.

Standard

Women’s Space in Spoken Word. Carol Robson with the Strings from ‘Up North Session Orchestra’ vocalist Robyn Haddon recorded and produced by Rory Pilgrim, performed as part of The Open Sky performance. Recorded at the Yellow Arch Studio Sheffield.
Copyright Carol Robson and Rory Pilgrim

Celebration of Age

Standard

 

Celebration of Age 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 performance and short film ‘The Open Sky’
Copyright Carol Robson and Rory Pilgrim 2015

All Alone by Carol Robson

Standard

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

Insomniac Mind by Carol Robson

Standard

Insomniac Mind

 

Pens leak the words

scrawls or rants

line after line

of new thoughts

or juxtaposed words

in scrappy books

or post-it notes

decorating a duvet

like a poetic quilt

to be sorted later

by a clearer mind.

Hours or days

poetic verbiage juggling

parking of words

in the right place

to be read

to be spoken

down through time

by you, by others

who empathise

where the words arose

from the restless sea

of the poets

Insomniac Mind.

© Carol Robson

Salford

Standard

I was so pleased to be asked to write a poem for this Pamphlet to raise funds for a local for charity;

Salford Poetry

Adopted Salfordian

I wandered lonely,

not as a cloud

a free spirit

with words of poetical diction

political, just about real life

real people, real lives

spoken word of fact

sometimes fiction.

I wandered lonely,

meandering,

like the Irwell

feeling refreshed

as I drifted into Salford

On a lonely night

I found inspiration

my spirits lifted

musicians, the finest wordsmiths

my mind full of oration

off the cuff, then scripted.

I wandered lonely,

yet on arriving

among Kings and Crescent

performers, audiences, new friends

taken into the bosom

of friendships,

feeling safe in this

‘Spirit of Salford’

I wandered,

never alone

adopted Salfordian

who loves the honesty,

the humour

tells it how it is attitude

in a place

that gave us the likes of,

Clarke, Cooke, Finney,

Sumner, Read, Delaney.

just a few

of talent, of inspiration

for inclusion, in any miscellany.

Salford!

gave me friendships

 words of inspiration

here in my testimony

Salford!

 You, have my affection..

©Carol Robson