Best Robinson Poems
Where Love Grew
Beneath the maple tree
is where our love first started to grow
Green buds of unblossomed love,
basking in the golden dappled light
of spring’s awakening
A sweet kiss given,
sweet as maple ...
given beneath the swaying branches
Dancing to the wind music of spring,
as you lullabied me with sweet whisperings
Under the unshaded maple tree
is where our love first began to seed,
and take root into the heart of me
Beneath the maple tree
is where your love started to grow inside of me
Your love lifted me above the branches so high
It took me beyond the expansion
of the bright blue sky
Lasting longer than time
marked in tree rings to be seen
For in the seed of growth came strength of bond
that flourished on soft emerald grass,
under the shaded maple tree
Through rain and sun,
all storms to pass
Our sweet whisperings of love do last
Within my heart, within my soul,
I am as tall as the maple tree with you
We are still dancing to the wind music
each spring anew
Beneath the maple tree
where our love grew
Heidi Sands collaboration with Freddie Robinson Jr.
3/10/17
bending my mind around his words, makes me feel like a contortionist
For Bobby May’s contest “Who Flips Your Trolley?”
Whispers of talent are carried on New England breezes
Dickinson, Hawthorne, and the Irvings’ son Washington
Though I sense a special connection to all of these
None inspired more than Edwin Arlington Robinson
Three Pulitzer Prizes were displayed on his mantle place
His childhood in Maine he described as “stark and unhappy”
Though he went to Harvard, academics he’d not embrace
Arlington’s style was unique and his cadence snappy
“Miniver Cheevy,” displaced soul, longed for Medieval years
To Miniver I could relate, felt I was born too late
Wishing I’d ridden West with America’s pioneers
But at least my dreams alcohol will never desecrate
For his depressed brother Herman, “Richard Cory” he wrote
A handsome man who appeared to enjoy the perfect life
But the turmoil in his heart, his exterior did not denote
Richard shot himself in the head to put an end to strife
Edwin, your character studies touched something deep inside
Struggles you described of common men gripped me, made me cry
People whose dreams and accomplishments did not coincide
I, too, watch life’s play from backstage, feeling like a standby
Though I seek to display wit, tragedies pour from my pen
And much like my muse, my life seems filled with loneliness
As poets we reach out to touch lives of men and women
Hoping to find comfort as troubled feelings we express
* Written for Jared's "Ode" contest
Edwin Arlington Robinson (December 22, 1869 – April 6, 1935) was an American poet
born in Maine who won three Pulitzer Prizes for his work. His brother Dr. Dean
Robinson died of a drug overdose, perhaps inspiring Robinson to write of the
alcoholic dreamer “Miniver Cheevy.”. It has been speculated that his poem "Richard
Cory" was penned for his other brother, Herman. E.A. Robinson’s poems have a dark
pessimism stemming from dreams gone awry. The style and themes of many of my
poems seem to emulate Robinson, who often wrote in rhyming quatrains. “Richard
Cory” can be found at http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/richard-cory/.
To read “Miniver Cheevy,” go to
http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/robinson/12640.
Yes….YOU…you thimble headed moron;
why do you think your realities SO unique?
What gives you a claim on rightness?
Rightness, righteousness, right, “OH MY!”
OZ was a much more clear-cut place to live.
At least the wizard there displayed
his over blown head.
Let the curtains fall open
revealing his
bulbous backside;
exposed the blithering well intentioned?
idiot behind the screen.
“Grow UP! There is no right, no wrong…
It’s situational, experiential, cultural….
GET a grip!
Before one of your right wing Cronies
Goes POSTAL.”
If I had to choose Robin Hood, Robinson Crusoe or Peter Pan?
Hmm……
What a quandary.
What a plight.
I truly do not think I can.
I will never grow up, so I have the Peter Pan part down, furiously.
I have always yearned for my own island, and a giant tree house, curiously.
Wouldn’t I love to steal from the rich who have already stolen from the poor?
This choice cannot be done. I need a part of all of them, forever more.
Is he really political.? I mean he runs no party of that ilk.'
Yet I see 'the descriptive given' woven in like silk.)
Is he being held as a terrorist.? Or charged? He pleads
Guilty of journalisam.? Yet has he been pushed into that
Yard.? Guilty he is saying ' yet should that be the case.?
Or is he just tumbling in a fervid word mill-race.? Is any
Body thinking.? Or is it sheer brute force.? How can reason
Be introduced? Measured analysis, rebuttal and thereto
Unto fair discourse.'
I am what everyone is afraid of
What did I do? I am only a black
There is only a little bit of us
We stick together like a pack
I was the man who was accused
Just to amuse
“Come here boy”
Treat us like toys
Use us, then abuse us, a life's circle
We end up dead
And look who cares
It’s not you
Anyone care, out there?
Form:
Supposedly we are all created equal
But some are more equal than other
How can that be and my question is why
Aren't we all supposed to be brothers
It's totally baffled me all my life
Became aware of it in nineteen forty-six
All the attention was on Jackie Robinson
The baseball world was transfixed
The colour barrier was down forever
As out from the dark we emerged
I'll never forget that season of awakening
When finally discrimination was purged
My hero, the super hero of my youth
Lived and died with his success
Till my very last breath I'll remember Jackie
With this giant of a man I was obsessed
© Jack Ellison 2013
April 15th was Jackie Robinson Day
My boyhood hero who led the way
Allowing those since
To follow his prints
This spirited man, a pioneer he did play
Pedro, the traitor of Jesus Christ
This man, if he could be called a man
Killed 12 followers of Christ
Like a crazed Wolfman
Pedro firstly meet with Christ in a forest
Christ asked him if he had mercy of other people
Pedro answered: Yes.
Christ presented him 12 followers of him
Pedro was excited. He never had any followers
Jesus said: they were my followers, now they will be yours
Apollos, Evodius, Archippus, Sosthenes, Barnabas, Onesiphorus, Andrew, Moses, Judas, Philip, Simon and Nathanael.
Began to follow Pedro
Pedro reportedly yelled to Christ "Oh father, thanks"
Jesus then seen Pedro as a reliable friend
He would everyday visit him at bars
And once helped Jesus to transform water into wine
But one day
Thing slipped
On March 30 Pedro called Jesus, to talk with him
After a little conversation, Jesus began to suspect of Pedro
And terminated the conversation with "You aren't the prophet; i want my sons back"
Pedro got infuriated.
On April 3, Pedro called his followers to a forest
Having called the followers, Pedro said that a miracle would happen
He said to them to look at the sky, because the sun would do a such thing
But while they were looking at the sky, he got a dagger
And fastly stabbed 12 of his followers, all of whom died.
He then called Jesus, yelling "Now came here father to see the disaster i made"
Jesus was terrified by the murders: "How could you?"
But he did not panicked; he put his hands into Pedro's head
Saying "Father forgive them, for they do not know what they do"
After saying the phrase seven times, he said Pedro "Go ahead."
Pedro did go out and was not heard anymore.
Jesus said to his followers that he had an follower named Pedro,
Who was a traitor to him
His followers were shocked to hear the story.
Pedro is still remembered, to this day, as a mass murderer, and traitor
His whereabouts are unknown.
Written by Brazilian bishop Robinson Cavalcanti in 1996 to American bishop Douglas Cameron.
Jackie Robinson
Broke the color barrier
Number 42 first ever retired
Lead the way for so many black athletes
Honor this great man today
Growing up in Montreal, there were many great stars
Loud cheers for the Royals were heard from the local bars
The greatest of them all
Jackie Robinson stood tall
Jackie's memory remains always in our hearts
This guy's been a baseball fanatic since I was ten
Jackie Robinson was my hero, first man of colour back then
History in the making
He was shaking' and baking'
Most teams weren't accepting but my Montreal Royals were... amen!
The incomparable Jackie Robinson
who wore "42" rose to prominence and...
broke the Major League Baseball color barrier
In 1947, and had a 10-year All-Star career
Date written: 02/09/2021
Number 42 Retire
Brooklyn Dodgers Number 42
Hang up your jersey, honey
No one can follow you after Jackie Robinson
Major League Baseball was uplifted into the outer sphere
When Jackie Robinson was brave enough
And brazen enough to try….
Major League Baseball had been closed to people of color
Jackie’s prowess, professionalism and success changed
The way people in the USA thought about all sports.
Thank goodness.
He paved the way for
black football players and basketball players too
I wonder if he ever knew?