Robert J Meyer

Rookie - 0 Points (1957 / Columbus, NE)

Robert J Meyer Poems

41. Sleepless 7/10/2008
42. And Now 7/12/2008
43. Sated 8/11/2007
44. Telephone 8/11/2007
45. Topography 8/20/2007
46. Two Friends In Crisis 8/26/2007
47. Before The Lines 9/13/2007
48. Almost Was 9/22/2007
49. Original Sin 9/23/2007
50. This Thing 10/8/2007
51. Telephone Call 12/30/2010
52. Moving Day 4/13/2007
53. Even When You Lose, You Win 4/26/2007
54. Jocylyn 3/19/2011
55. Fugedaboudit 8/11/2007
56. Before, During And After 8/15/2007
57. Sunrise In Chicago River West 8/25/2007
58. Fuzzing Out 9/2/2007
59. Family Christmas 3/11/2007
60. Spring 3/12/2007
61. The Ultimate Incurable Disease 3/11/2007
62. Linked Haiku 8/11/2007
63. She 8/11/2007
64. On Reading Graham Greene's 'The Quiet American' 5/5/2007
65. Beach Party 4/1/2007
66. Reading Neruda To My Lover 8/11/2007
67. Vanishing Point 10/10/2007
68. Pinay 12/25/2009
69. Cynthia 8/11/2007
70. Woman Of Poems 4/18/2007

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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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