Biography of Robert Green
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.
There she stood in shoes of Red Dressed in Black! Broad brimmed hat! Respect for the departed
Trees And Dreams
Wooden soldiers Tall and strong Guarding woodlands In rows so long.
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
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,
Poets And Fools
Dreams are for fools and poets Let the dreamer dream And the poet write And let us mere mortals pine.
¥ Red Rosé! Frozen! Roses by the dozen Cold start Petals encrusted holding ones heart.
A Test. You start digging in Preparing for the attack you know is imminent
I was your distraction Maybe you were mine With satisfaction I found you divine
The breath of your sweet voice
Brought me to my knees
Your words caressed my ears
As easy as you please
You took me back from hell
for a short time only
You had me in a spell
now cast back and lonely