Long Robinson Poems

My first grade field trip begin Joseph Medill school of journalism Chicago my first grade class sang African American spiritual hymns performing at the Schubert theater the museum of science and industry the museum of...

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Some may say grand dragon others grand wizard either or it began in 60s everything was a bit chaotic the death of John f Kennedy Bobby Kennedy pope John XXlll my birth and Martin Luther...

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I killed my friend,
I never wanted,
Do not see me cruel,
I did it for love.
We both ran naked
Under this influential shower.
No one uncoupled his lips
Against this faint madness,
We were indebted,
Either had to earn the prize.


It was...

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Busy month my family very sunny here in Lakeland during covid July 1st  2020 filled with plans for the 4th of July and celebrating my husband and I wedding anniversary my granddaughter loved baking...

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I grow increasingly challenged
to discern where my innocent thoughts
hopes and fears
challenges and victories begin
where others more wisely end.

I feel wrong to publish thoughts
under just my name
built on shoulders,
plodding feet,
sleight of hands
and great transitional feats
reminding me...

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Crazy Horse Monument

Up there! On the Black Hills Mountain, 1
A work in progress sculptured in granite,
Of a stern faced warrior, strong and determined, 2
Unadorned in a war bonnet, with his hair flowing in the wind,
And...

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What if you were born in the 1800's?
                           ...

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I’m sure you don’t remember me
Yet forever branded upon my memory is your evil spree
I was far from your only victim
You and your pack bullying ever so gruesome 

You first noticed me in the 7th...

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To Kill a Mockingbird is both a young girl’s coming-of-age story and a more nebulous production about the reasons and consequences of bigotry and discrimination, examining how good and evil can coexist within a particular...

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"Murdering Pluto" 

On Pluto, 
they deal with trauma
in the best possible way,
they murder it slowly 
in poetic hell 
day after day.

the dark Seraphim
have their way. 
their ways are stellar.
some say they hover
in the stratosphere,
but that's...

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a heave and a shove, into the ocean she goes
where she stops no one knows,
floats and floats till it may sink
you may spot it with  red ribbon bows.

message in a bottle set off to...

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That mourning. 



The incident that took place in our lodge still held everyone in awe. The lodge had been unusually calm and gloomy for three days since the incident happened and everyone had been alone...

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1.    John Desmond Patrick Keegan
2.    Alfred, Lord Tennyson 
3.    Sally Aline Mae Beller
4.    Charles Edward A. Berry
5.    Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce...

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I OPENED A DOOR
AND FOUND MYSELF
IN FRIENDLY SURROUNDINGS.
QUITE DIFFERENT FROM
OTHER ADVENTURES.

I WASN'T SO INVISIBLE OR
OR SHALL WE SAY UNSEEN.
I WAS NOT THE OBSERVER
THIS TIME AROUND OR WAS I.

IN FACT THIS ADVENTURE
WAS PECULIAR IN A WAY.
I...

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Two decades of music were known as the golden age.
It was all the rage, the era from the 50s through the 70s
Motown, Rock and Roll, and Blues that touched my heart.
Listening to them always start...

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Cybersurfing netizen flounders...
analogous to a fish out of water

Ever since being a little gull hubble buoy,
I bobbed (while donning square pants)
like spongy flotsam and jetsam at sea.

Now as one decrepit
humble lumpenproletariat neopoet,
I experienced existence
with pronounced...

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AntiPoem 4
“Santo and Johnny”

(Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading)

Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass
Just oozing out their mellow electric dream sound as the
Santa Monica Pier exudes...

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Can’t Touch This the beats of my screaming heart;
A Gift from Heaven you are, darling allow me;
Beautiful Sadness applies when you’re not in my arms;
Alas, your beautiful spirit, your soul those charms;
Embedded in me Looking...

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I have known:
   of wise detectives catching crooks
   of "Thought Police" revising books
   a shipwrecked family named Robinson
   of lion, witch, and wardrobe magic
   Heathcliff's...

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If this is freedom take me to Robinson Island

When shall we again sing the redemption songs?
The strings of freedom are long forgotten in my nation
Injustice is their system and we pledge to resistance
The freedom our...

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Back then, I’d never heard of Robinson Jeffers. My friend told us he was a famous poet and Tor House was where he lived with his family for much of his life. Definitely a stop...

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"Let them burn! Let them all burn!" A radical woman lost her job because of the backlash she received from very angry Canadian Christians. Thus far about eleven churches have been burned down because they...

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This Poem is from the point of view of a loving wife living with alzheimers. A passionate and pure soul, lost in unfamiliar surroundings during the loneliest time of her life.

A Stranger in Love
 
My...

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Wrapped into a cocoon of impenetrable meaning and faith he followed the light

Doom and gloom had once shadowed his library of dreams and contentment

Scattered in his loony resemblance of a rational mind words rearranged reason

Analyses...

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GONE with the JACKASS
SOMETHING JACKASS this WAY COMES
Of MICE AND JACKASSES
The GRAPES of JACKASS
MOBY JACKASS
JACKASS in the RYE
I KNOW WHY the JACKASS SINGS
The GREAT JACKASS
JACKASS of the FLYS
MEIN JACKASS
BRAVE NEW JACKASS
PORTRAIT of the ARTIST as...

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