Biography of Robert Green
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Robert Green Poems
As My Guitar Gently Weeps
Stood in the corner gathering dust Steel strings Pitted with rust Loose and untuned
Dancing With Tears In My Eyes
The truth hurt, nothing to atone There were no lies Moving alone Dancing with tears in my eyes
The poets words, Of the heart For a love, lost! On deaf ears
Don't Fear The Reaper
Don't fear the Reaper Another sleep only deeper Your toil is done No more midday sun.
Trees And Dreams
Wooden soldiers Tall and strong Guarding woodlands In rows so long.
There she stood in shoes of Red Dressed in Black! Broad brimmed hat! Respect for the departed
If I were a painter! I would paint a picture of you, If I were a songwriter! I would sing of my love for you,
Elusive as a butterfly In your voice I hear you sigh The beat of it's wings Your voice to me it sings
Poets And Fools
Dreams are for fools and poets Let the dreamer dream And the poet write And let us mere mortals pine.
Winter cold we are born One of strife To this we are sworn This, the cycle of life
Streams full and rushing Young boy splashing Wellies wet, dashing Water lapping,
Paintings By Fliss Iv Painted Words
You take My words Brushes in hand Blank canvas on stand The curve of a woman
D & G
Rain drops hiding my tears Holding inside deep, all of my fears Of doom and gloom I write Dark heavy clouds, no sunlight.
Hang The Lover (Death Of A Lover)
The rope is loose Swinging from the gallow Rounded in a noose Hard lump I swallow
What did you expect?
Money! Taxes! Through fingers like water.
Government! Politicians! Give no quarter.
Towns! Streets! In Decay,
we really have no say.
Shops! Business's! Close!
Dilapidated buildings, so morose.
Fat bankers, laughing and tight,
Saying 'sod you Jack, I'm alright! '