Robin Bennett

Rookie (December 25th / New Orleans, La USA)

Robin Bennett Poems

1. Voodoo Doll 7/17/2012
2. Cheap Thrills 7/17/2012
3. Asia 7/17/2012
4. World War Iii 7/17/2012
5. Chasing Words 7/17/2012
6. Clovers 7/17/2012
7. The Skeleton Coast 7/17/2012
8. Dead Presidents 7/17/2012
9. Pink Sands 7/17/2012
10. Red Stillettos 7/17/2012
11. Earth Can Be Hell 7/17/2012
12. Forgotten Memories 7/17/2012
13. Twisted Sheets 7/17/2012
14. When Did This Happen? 7/17/2012
15. A Fine Year For Wine 7/17/2012
16. Then And Now 7/17/2012
17. I Loved Her First 7/17/2012
18. Seventy Two Hours Of Internment 7/17/2012
19. Hard Head, Marshmallow Heart 7/17/2012
20. Fight For Night 7/17/2012
21. Ripped Apart 7/17/2012
22. Stonehenge 7/18/2012
23. Songs Of The Witching Hour 7/18/2012
24. Spotted Leopards 7/18/2012
25. Crazy Astrology 7/18/2012
26. Our First Night 7/18/2012
27. Holiday At The Sea 7/18/2012
28. Allergic To Cats 7/18/2012
29. I Miss Daniel 7/18/2012
30. As Is 7/18/2012
31. Enough Dead Flowers 7/18/2012
32. Railroad Ties 7/18/2012
33. He's Resting And Doesn'T Give A Damn 7/18/2012
34. The Windy City 7/17/2012
35. I Bled Failure 7/17/2012
36. Gypsy Lady 7/18/2012
37. Reach For The Clouds 7/18/2012
38. Forgotten Trinket 7/18/2012
39. I Saw Armageddon 7/19/2012
40. Madison 7/18/2012
Best Poem of Robin Bennett

Cancer

How I remember the waiting room,
at my Daddy's oncologist's office-
If being eaten alive by cancer isn't enough-
The waiting room is full of old boring, dated
magazines in stages of disarray.
It smells like chemicals and fear,
and it looks deadly real.

Ugly pictures of a fisherman caught
in a raging nor' easter. Truly not a
well thought out metaphor, if I do
say so myself. The anti-cancer drugs
make the pale and weak thirsty,
not a water cooler in sight.

Daddy, how can you trust this
man with your life?
He's a supreme failure in ...

Read the full of Cancer

The Skeleton Coast

Lost wandering without a guiding hand
stumbling in sand and bones, along the
skeleton coast; hundreds perished
trapped in cutting sands, or shards of glass.
I was sliced apart either way...

When the heat grilled my body,
my defeated spirit shook in loneliness
white hot rays confused my thoughts

[Report Error]