Robert J Meyer

Rookie - 0 Points (1957 / Columbus, NE)

Robert J Meyer Poems

1. Ashes 3/18/2007
2. The Widow 3/19/2007
3. Bug Hunting 3/19/2007
4. Misunderstanding 3/21/2007
5. Audacious 3/25/2007
6. Medicine 3/26/2007
7. The Argument 3/29/2007
8. Spring Break 3/31/2007
9. Untitled 3/31/2007
10. What Is Love 3/31/2007
11. Friendship 4/1/2007
12. Time Travel 4/4/2007
13. Insomnolence 4/4/2007
14. Untitled Iii 4/5/2007
15. Inhuman 4/5/2007
16. Painting 4/6/2007
17. A True Act Of Contrition 4/11/2007
18. Simple Pleasures 4/26/2007
19. Summer 6/20/2007
20. Transitions 7/11/2007
21. It May Not Be Love 8/11/2007
22. Her Eyes 8/11/2007
23. Cynthia Ii 8/11/2007
24. To Be Young Again 8/11/2007
25. Picnic 8/11/2007
26. Haze 8/11/2007
27. A Spectacle 12/7/2007
28. Camping Near A Waterfall 12/7/2007
29. December, Mid-Day 12/17/2007
30. No! 12/29/2007
31. Slightly Used 12/29/2007
32. Reunion 12/29/2007
33. Year's End 1/1/2008
34. Untitled Iv 1/24/2008
35. Yes, I'M A Niggling Little Thief 1/24/2008
36. Romeo And Juliet (Condensed) 1/26/2008
37. Time Poorly Spent 2/2/2008
38. To Alba - In Gratitude 5/9/2008
39. The Artist 7/4/2008
40. Coming Home 7/6/2008

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Woman Of Poems

She is - mysterious
A calf, a thigh, a curve of the belly
The silken skin revealing
The chestnut hair concealing

Who is the lady?
She weaves through my dreams
Offering a tender foot for my caress
Or a dance that promises so much more
An invitation to dine on her passion
Or leaving her essence on my white dress shirt
Her wardrobe in another reverie

Her words knit fantasy to fantasy
But her mouth, her face, remains elusive
No lips to kiss
No eyes to reflect my devotion back to me
No cheek to lavish with kisses

She circles and reveals ...

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Ashes

The smoke rises from my cigarette
Sitting in the ashtray
Surrounded by the detritus of earlier musings,
I shuffle through scraps of paper
Scribbled with ghosts of thoughts,
Ashes of earlier efforts to find just the right word,
Hoping an ember still smolders
That can be blown into flame
To illuminate my current mood.

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