Edwin Robinette Poems

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Last Of The Classy Ladies

She had an air about her
Bold and proper she was
Flawless in her fashion
Or anything she does

Doctor, Doctor

The doctor says we are going to die
Our cholesterol is much too high

There is mercury in the fish we fry

Give God A Call

Feeling blue, pained, sick or lost
Give God a call
It's free of cost


Obscure to where I am going
Blind to where I have been
Darkness over-rides my psyche
Leaving vision somewhat dim

Movin' To The Country

I'm gonna get myself out of this city
I'm gonna get myself out of this city
Gonna get myself out of this city
Cause livin' here is just a pity


Harrison, Vega, King and Robinson
Pavarotti, Charles, Feliciano or Lennon
Vivaldi, Enya, Byrd and McCartney
Mancini, Kitaro, Beethoven or Guthrie


Anxious for the odor of a salty sea
Yearning for the sound of flapping sails
I set my heading to drift among
The whitecaps and the whales

The Ancient Ones

Hooded mysterians of legend
Cauldrens of boiling mass
Concocting spells of good and evil
Among tall stones and trampled grass

World Of Tears

The essence of nothingness are the hatemongers
Works of indignity are spread heavily, repeatedly
Words of the sassy proctor, add sickly disgrace
In a world of tears, we must subsist

Dear Mr. Bilderberg

Dear Mr. Bilderberg,

Through the news media and other sources of information
I heard your plea and gave it much contemplation