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All Alone by Carol Robson

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Just Saying How It Is

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

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Womens Space in Spoken Word by Carol Robson (Audio)

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Womens Space in Spoken Word by Carol Robson

Poem: Womens Space in Spoken Word. Carol Robson with the Strings from ‘Up North Session Orchestra’ and vocalist Robyn Haddon recorded and produced by Rory Pilgrim, performed as part of The Open Sky performance.

Copyright Carol Robson 2015

Smash That Glass Ceiling.

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Speak your loud words
Break your chains
Nay!
Shout your loud words
Break life’s chains
Stop!
Discrimination
Cronyism
Scream louder your words
Smash!
That fucking glass ceiling.
Carol Robson 2015.

My Valentine Bad Luck by Carol Robson.

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(This is a revised version of a poem I wrote a few years back for an anti-valentine poetry slam)

My Valentine Bad Luck

Valentine’s day,
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
Valentine’s day
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,
I thought.
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 by Carol Robson.

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Women’s Space in Spoken Word.

I’m here to challenge
for you to listen
hear my voice
hear my inner soul.

Shouting
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 me
value the person
I’m an equal person
I’m an equal voice.
We gave you a voice
respect ours.

© Carol Robson 2013

Clinical Humour by Carol Robson (Audio)

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Clinical Humour (Audio)

[This poem is factual, I had my PIP Implants removed on May 24th 2012 under a local anaesthetic. I explained my humour to the surgeon, as I’m a Lesbian]
©Carol Robson 2014