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Midnights Voice (November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)
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My name is Thomas A Robinson (Midnights Voice) .I know
it's spelled wrong.I have been writing poetry since I
was thirteen.
I am a retired truck driver of 38 years (since 2008)
I have two years of secondary education of colledge.
I have been married 2 1/2 times.Presently I have been
single since 2000. more »
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Thomas A. Robinson is known as the midnight's voice, may be because midnight is the only time when one gets a chance to see his own self in real colors. He is one of those gifted individuals who claim to know poetry by an experience that occurs to them before they know it consciously. He has a ready Muse at his beck & call, and this can be said only for those poets who know poetry by intuition and not by parameters, theory and definition. In some people, poetry programme is installed congenitally, but some people meet poetry at some point of life when they set out in quest of all that they could not understand or at least tried their best to understand, then and only then they discover poetry by its character. Following are some of the verses by Mr. Robinson, which show that unlearned skills affect better than the works of conscious arts.
The sunsets are our parting gifts...
Only reflections, on the iris of eye...
Forty years of desert
Till the last man, woman, and child
of Egyptian connection had died
...was such a sacrifice...
Moses was the last to fall
on a mountain called no consequense...
Jeweled like glass
'n emerald,
ambered,
and rubied
The days of my life
fall autumned
sudden,
and fast.
And we are the huskless stalks
shivering in the wind
row upon row
thousands upon thousands
going nowhere
and nowhere to go....
I wish him all the best! ! !
Midnight voice's poems are sometimes like oracles.A prophet he is often. Poems flow from his pen like natural spring.Best Wishes for you.
Sweet voice of him may wake you. The voice that halo your heart with his words, once you take it before sleep, will listen to your mind like a lullaby every night, No way you will escape when the midnight voice whispers you his poetry...sleepless in dream, and live in a dream will be your time, that's how when your heart was taking over by his poem art. Expert in penning ink and ink that has voice, whispering art at midnight..you are very talented Midnight's voice_Soul
I have very read very few poems from Sir but I think they are deep and sometimes I find them it difficult. I think I'll have to spend more time with poets to be able to read able men like Sir. He is an extremely sincere person and I enjoy his poems comment and messages that he sends to me occasionally.
Jahan Zaib