J. Robert Trebor

J. Robert Trebor Poems

after four months on the trail
the last of his cows finally to market
knocking dust off his shirt and chaps
heading to town

the tree
from disease

her hair, dark red as a new rose
eyes, the color of turquenite
her figure sculpted to match Venus of Arles
movements as a sea breeze, welcoming, fluid

An old man, looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future in store,

I am a young seaman, sole witness,
all mates bloating, my ship
no longer floating, alone in this boat
I begin rowing.

The Earth, the outermost region of the Crystal Universe; so far away it is the only area with its own Sun surrounded by planets of various sizes and locations from its warm rays, the only region where man exists limited by his ability to escape into other lands.

Seldom, Fairies and those escaping the Land of Spectre have used their magic to enter the Earth's Realm; adding to the superstition of humans

Within the Crystal Universe
lies the Crystal Library
where all data on the lives
of man are stored.

hidden deep in the Celestial Garden
originating from
the Crystal Moon,
centered to gather lost loves

J. Robert Trebor Biography

I also write under the name 'Mac McGovern.' J. Robert Trebor and Mac McGovern are the same person.)

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after four months on the trail
the last of his cows finally to market
knocking dust off his shirt and chaps
heading to town
his only thought whiskey

strolling down the street
the saloon in sight
he sees two men settling a fight
suddenly pushed back
his brain cannot register
blood appears
then spreads through his shirt

two men in the street
drew pistols on each
shots echo the day
down is the cowboy
thinking of whiskey
as he instinctively wets his lips
then dies

two men in the street
palm their weapons
put aside their anger
grateful no one was hurt
into the saloon
whiskey their treat

raising their glasses
they drink
while a dead
cowboy lies in the street

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J. Robert Trebor Quotes

What greater honor, when a person moves forward, they leave behind in each of us the best of what they were.

Inner Beauty It is not outward appearance whereby love does survive; it is inner beauty takes love for the long ride.

Poetry The Tool That Teaches Poetry is not a written or spoken form to be feared, rather, should be the educational tool that teaches reading, writing, and the arts as no other single genre is capable.

Excuses are used to blame and hate for the advancement of bigotry, prejudice, ignorance, and discrimination regardless of intent...any excuse is nothing more than a reason to fail.

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