Poetry

Valentines day Delivered with vigour, the letter that falls upon the floor, the letter that falls onto the mat, delivered with vigour, vigour that rattles the letterbox and that scares the cat, the letter delivered with vigour, the letter that falls on valentines day and has kisses upon the outside and lipstick marks, but when I open it it is just trying to sell me something, something of not much interest to me, and something far away from love, and now unfortunately I am rather cynical about love, for love is nowhere to be seen but everywhere, and it is in the magazines and in the newspapers, and on the television, but I have no love of anyone to share, and I have no company of someone I love, but at least I have the cat, the cat who loves me and who I love back, happy...

Into my life You snuck into my life like an acrobat. You stole my heart, you stole my heart in thirty seconds flat. You were rough and tough, you were like a diamond and you cut me to pieces and I had no wish for that. You snuck into my life like an acrobat, you tried to bend me and shape me this way and that, but I had no wish to be shaped and bent as you desired, for your attempt to keep me under your thumb did not fill me with desire, and your devilry did not set fire to me, and your devilry did not fill me with the flames of passion and did not take me higher, but instead you burnt yourself out and you became frustrated and agitated, and you ranted and raged at me far too many times, and I lost any feelings that I had for you, and you lost me, but I wasn't sad to lose y...

Headache in Hawaii Headache in Hawaii, alka-Seltzer in a glass, hawaii, plumeria, hawaiian hibiscus, the bird of paradise, flowers outside my window as a Hawaiʻi ʻAmakihi flies past, headache, alka-Seltzer in a glass, Hawaii, sunshine, boozy nights and days on the boats catching fish with friends, and as we sit there with great smiles on our faces and lots of laughs and as content as can be, we make the most of the days and the nights and enjoy ourselves at work and play, writing and creating art. Headache, alka-Seltzer in a glass, thoughts of the outdoors, thoughts of the smile upon her face, the hawaiian lady that I love and adore, her name, her name is Kailani and my thoughts are filled with her and I keep coming back for more, and I think of my arm around her as w...

Erasure Erasure, erasure of love, eradication of dedication in frustration, and destruction of the creations of imaginations, and destruction of thoughts and fascinations, and quiet contemplations, and the quiet storms and the bombacity that rages through the mind with such tenacity that leaves such devastation, such devastation and creation, and beautiful ideas that never come to fruition, and who may never be fully formed, and what a condition, what a condition that brings such pleasure from the final workings of the imagination, and that satiates the mind with the beaufy of its form and shape, form and shape that come from the waves of thoughts that result in the final hard earned works of art of the imagination.

Amongst the flowers Amongst the flowers, amongst the flowers in the grass, under the bluest of skies, under the sun as the breeze does pass, I have my memories, I have my memories of you and I remember you, I remember you dancing here with me in our youth, amongst the flowers in the grass, I remember you and I picture your face and your smile, and I remember the sparkle in your eyes, and the visions of you they flicker through my mind for quite a while, and as I remember you, I remember you holding my hands and dancing with me, I remember you, I remember you and me so happy and so care free, I remember you and me in the happiest of our memories, and what great memories, what great memories Lucy, what great memories of you in your beautiful red dress, what great memories...

Adored You were adored, you were adored, but not anymore, you were adored, adored but I grew bored, for you never reciprocated, in the same way that I did, and I felt for you alot more than you felt for me, and I felt half of what I should after a while when you looked at me, and I felt as if, well, I did not know for sure, because being with you was like treading on eggshells, well, probably worse, more like treading on glass, and swallowing it at the same time, and it was savagery, true savagery, for your savage words they frequently savaged me, and damaged me, and you were adored, but no, not anymore, not anymore, for I am better off in peace, and yes, I am still in pieces, and picking them up off of the floor, and how painful it is, for it was true love onc...

A home A home without love is an empty thing, a home without love is an empty thing and not much good at all, and what is the point of staring at four walls, staring at four walls at all, for materialism may fill your day but it is pretty vacuous mostly, and I for one prefer love over things, for it is better for the heart and less stressful, and much more meaningful after all, for home without love is an empty thing, a home without love is an empty thing and not much good at all. #poetry #writing #poetrybybenrobinson