Glass Ceiling Speak your loud words Break your chains Nay! Shout your loud words Break life's chains Stop! Discrimination Hatred Cronyism Scream louder your words Smash! That glass ceiling. ©Carol Robson
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.
Speak your loud words
Break your chains
Shout your loud words
Break life’s chains
Scream louder your words
That fucking glass ceiling.
Carol Robson 2015.
(This is a revised version of a poem I wrote a few years back for an anti-valentine poetry slam)
My Valentine Bad Luck
just another Hallmark day,
commercial hype to pluck your pockets.
Chaucers fault, with his love birds,
verse after verse cards
finger down throat words.
I’ve loved and lost all year round
doesn’t make it anymore special
A lover can fuck it up, on any day,
it happens to us all, straight or gay.
Valentine gifts arrive in different ways
Yet! Do they really know you?
Sometimes so clueless,
with chocs or other delicacies.
I’m on a bloody diet,
or they set off, my fucking allergies.
Then the one, who always buys flowers,
every significant date, a dozen of the best
Time to tell them, you really hate the rose,
especially if they get on one knee,
about to propose.
Once I received the perfect Valentine gift,
Perfect gift, the most beautiful rabbit
Valentine bad luck, was to continue,
the rabbit died, went out like a light.
Suddenly realised, batteries included,
were really Shite.
If like me you’re on your own,
do spare a thought,
for those in love
For you still have choice and freewill.
Just grow old disgracefully,
before it all goes, downhill.
© Carol Robson 2015
Women’s Space in Spoken Word.
I’m here to challenge
for you to listen
hear my voice
hear my inner soul.
you need to see me
you need to hear me.
My voice is valuable
my space is valuable
this space is genderless
value the voice
value my words.
My right to occupy
my right to share
my voice is to be heard
my words are priceless
value the person
I’m an equal person
I’m an equal voice.
We gave you a voice
© Carol Robson 2013
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
A long day
of lesser function.
running on adrenalin.
Coffee and tablets
the diet of function
working in a cloud,
out of sorts
out of place.
Makes the effort
heavy weather day
wanes to brightness
soul and spirit
Copyright: Carol Robson 2014
PIP Implant Scandal, A Mess.
PIP implant scandal,
did affect me.
Both were ruptured,
silicon ran free.
My health, fractured,
suffering and pain
no one could explain.
went higher and higher,
then they made you feel,
like a pariah.
It became newsworthy
helping the cause.
PIP campaign women
earned my applause.
hearing many a story,
hoping they would help
not looking for glory.
Many women, still need advice and aid,
only a little, is coming their way.
Toxic implants as they degrade,
really must, be taken away.
This must never happen again
causing so much pain,
causing so much heartache,
from a company, that was a fake.
PIP implant scandal,
caused so much stress,
so never again,
should we suffer,
such a mess.
©Carol Robson 2014