Robert J Meyer
Robert J Meyer Poems
|46.||Two Friends In Crisis||8/26/2007|
|47.||Before The Lines||9/13/2007|
|52.||Even When You Lose, You Win||4/26/2007|
|55.||Before, During And After||8/15/2007|
|56.||Sunrise In Chicago River West||8/25/2007|
|61.||The Ultimate Incurable Disease||3/11/2007|
|64.||On Reading Graham Greene's 'The Quiet American'||5/5/2007|
|66.||Reading Neruda To My Lover||8/11/2007|
|70.||Woman Of Poems||4/18/2007|
Comments about Robert J Meyer
Like a vibrant blush in the far distance,
A touch, just visible, like a spark,
An intuition more than a preference
Simmers deep within, or an urge to embark
On a journey to a place idealized in dreams,
A vanishing point that's more than it seems.
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.