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. It May Not Be Love 8/11/2007
21. Sated 8/11/2007
22. Telephone 8/11/2007
23. Topography 8/20/2007
24. Two Friends In Crisis 8/26/2007
25. Before The Lines 9/13/2007
26. Almost Was 9/22/2007
27. Original Sin 9/23/2007
28. This Thing 10/8/2007
29. A Spectacle 12/7/2007
30. Camping Near A Waterfall 12/7/2007
31. December, Mid-Day 12/17/2007
32. No! 12/29/2007
33. Slightly Used 12/29/2007
34. Reunion 12/29/2007
35. Year's End 1/1/2008
36. Untitled Iv 1/24/2008
37. Yes, I'M A Niggling Little Thief 1/24/2008
38. Romeo And Juliet (Condensed) 1/26/2008
39. Time Poorly Spent 2/2/2008
40. To Alba - In Gratitude 5/9/2008

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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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Family Christmas

The Christmas when my marriage died and nothing came out right
I’d flown into Nebraska, but Althea missed that flight.
My parents had her gifts around the Christmas tree alight,
But since she was St. Louis bound, it was a silent night.

The year my little brother’s schizoid fantasies did bite
The family photo ended with the threat of a knife fight.
But he had grabbed a butter knife so no blood spilled, no fright,
So handcuffs and the looney bin, it was a silent night.

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