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Royalty Cafe Ibiza

robin — Tue, 15 May 2012 16:27:49 +0000

I remember you here At the Royalty Café, Relaxed in your crumpled, Bespoke, suit As glazed you’d stare, At a universe, invisible To my eye…

The waiters see it… Your spirit is here Drinking slightly watered whiskey, Unseen on the chair next to me; While I silently ponder Your resonance on this Earth,

Those notes you plucked Of my life time, As has this Island Strung us both; Heart in hand Forever In ethereal [...]

Mortality

robin — Fri, 04 May 2012 09:25:24 +0000

Death stalking in my shadow. Hello old comrade! My pimpled skin, Cold with your touch, Once more makes merry Conversation, with your allies. Friend or foe? I wonder; grow warmer, You depart, Another footprint on the heart.

Inspiration

robin — Tue, 01 May 2012 08:10:44 +0000

What to write and how to write it, Am I too old or shall I fight it? The seditious pull of buff and buffer, The two-wheel trick on how to suffer, Shifting a balance, this way and that, Looking for glamour, in a beat up cap. A short story or three, a multitude of songs Poems that pour, just an idea for [...]

Easter 2012

robin — Tue, 10 Apr 2012 13:42:33 +0000

Ecology for Economy Dispense with Das Kapital For what we’re about to receive, When the ozone bursts a valve! Oh blest are the meek Who shall inherit this Earth, Seas of vast pollutants, Gaseous, moribund, air. Killing off the planet, With every stock we share. Relativity for absolutes! Humanity ‘aint square We, all, a tiny circle, Of the immeasurable, elsewhere.

Requiem

robin — Fri, 23 Mar 2012 22:01:05 +0000

Light pale face of day Yet moon shadows still stalk, As Ghosts, walking silver beams in memory. Hang silent now, you being of a moment. To listen, ‘tis just respect to hear, The voice of walls, Or soft patter of foot/handprints, Printed long before the print of their times, Touched your own. Be still now; ‘tis just respect to perceive, How one molecule of existence, Can [...]

Alston – Cumbria

robin — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 10:54:44 +0000

A silence Not outside But inside Stillness

Like a stone Over which Water falls

I remain Beneath the river Furnishing my depths Before silently

I dissipate And thrown outside Become mercurial, Like a moon…

White Rose

robin — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 15:51:24 +0000

I love The little white rose Outside My window… She has withstood The elemental forces With all her petals Intact… And I have watched, Deeply impressed, By her immutable nobility In the face Of all winter’s worst Warnings… This little white rose In continual bloom… I love you little white rose For being A true friend…