Best Roberts Poems

Within reason
lies a house full of ordinary
a chest of bland memories. 
 
                              You end up...

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Why oh Why

A Collaboration between Seren Roberts, Tim Smith and Arthur Vaso

Poem inspired by Seren Roberts

Each poem written from a different view
The Murderer
The Murdered
The Mannequins who witnesses the crime


Why of Why
Lovers Die
Mannequins Cry


Sat, with his head in his hands
Remembering how love had once been,
Now, because...

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I love to feel the water
As it cascades over my face,
I love to feel you touch me
Through my satin and lace

I'm needing to be engulfed
In the waters falling fast
I'm needing your embrace
Our time will forever last.

I love the tingling feeling
As it sprays across my spine
Setting...

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Girl, I love to watch you dance 
You move like heaven's breeze 
There's not a boy in this room 
Not looking.. Oh their pleased 
Your velvet voice, like an angel 
Your red lips are hot as the sun 
Your sweet body is perfection 
There's more.....

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'Tis true Francine... those lovers two...
On that Road to Kiloree...
Were to find a path quite new...
As love they found under oaken tree...
Yet theirs was naught but journey bright...
As your sentiment didst see...

Thus 'tis so must now I go...
Amidst those thoughts of yours...
To find my way...

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Collaboration between
Seren Roberts and Mandy Tams:
 
The Wet Patch
 
Why sit with a frown is there a need?
Yes she whispered in my ear, I think I peed.
 
My knickers are wet, I dare not move at all
If I stand up, down they will surely fall
 
Your knickers are wet,...

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You are a mighty King with great power
That's somewhere between God and man
Oh King, you could have any woman here
Yet you dream of one girl in another land

In your vision, a bright coloured castle
There is a beautiful maiden within
Surrounded by walls of gold and stone
And...

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Perhaps Justice Roberts is a just judge

    But agin' the folks he must hold a grudge

        Bushie is scratchin' his pate

            "What a mess...

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SONNET – SENTIMENTAL PAIN 

A story of love’s pain, too hard to bear, 
for a sensitive, brittle, teenage heart. 
Promise of never ending love to share 
destined for happiness, never to part. 

Sentimental love‘s tender emotion 
left wanting in it’s beautified glory 
to flourish through...

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Kay Roberts got me blushing,
She's got my blood rushing,
So I'll tell you what it is
That's really going on!
I don't know when it started,
When we crossed each others path,
It wasn't long ago
I thought I had her pegged!
So I sent her a soup mail,
And this is what...

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These are poems for my friend and fellow poet Kevin Roberts...

Nightfall
by Michael R. Burch

for Kevin Nicholas Roberts

Only the long dolor of dusk delights me now,
   as I await death.
The rain has ruined the unborn corn,
      and the wasting...

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Shadow of Delight


Whisper of a fleeting kiss
awe of gentle breeze 
Dimpled smile, suggesting
fragrant shadow of delight 
Images of what could be, keeps
moonlit hope aglow.. 
Floating prayers
catch the air of her appeal 
Waiting for that special moment
as she fades into the night.

Penned by Seren Roberts and...

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Up north on the west coast of North America
lies the Canadian province of British Columbia.
There lives a lady with poetic prowess.
With her words, she is quite a prolific poetess.
There is one thing that appears to be her hobby.
In her house, this lady has an aviary.
This...

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Always Righteous for Seren Roberts Contest

What if always righteous brothers had been;
On them, God always let the sun shine in
All their singing and approach to each song
Musical minds sounds calmly came along.

Sun shines on righteous as well as religious
Who may be mild and meek or...

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Safe Harbor
by Michael R. Burch

for Kevin N. Roberts

The sea at night seems
an alembic of dreams—
the moans of the gulls,
the foghorns’ bawlings.

A century late
to be melancholy,
I watch the last shrimp boat as it steams
to safe harbor again.

In the twilight she gleams
with a festive light,
done with her...

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