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

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Defying Gravity

Standing together all tippy toed,
In a grey goose soaked way, my-
birthstone hued gown slit,
all the way up to there.

I can touch buttermilk clouds,
and defy gravity in your arms.
Galaxy floating, we make music,
In the red light, of a Mars glow.

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