Robert Leary

Rookie - 38 Points (New London, Connecticut)

Robert Leary Poems

1. A Partner 12/1/2009
2. The Beetle 7/25/2010
3. Question 7/31/2010
4. Reflections In Carpinteria 8/23/2010
5. Return To You 9/6/2010
6. Autumn Comes 9/22/2010
7. Last Night 2/13/2011
8. Isaura 3/29/2011
9. Let Me Be The One 5/21/2011
10. Table 26 7/20/2011
11. The Can Man 1/1/2012
12. Salsa At The Fair 2/19/2012
13. The Dream 4/24/2012
14. Often 6/8/2012
15. Confrontation With My Face 7/1/2012
16. Bird's Leg Beneath The Dawn 9/18/2012
17. Simply Love 10/2/2012
18. These Barns 7/21/2014
19. I Loved You All 7/21/2014
20. To My Son 7/28/2014
21. You Were Life's Gift To Me 7/30/2018
22. Another Year 1/1/2010
23. Death Wait 1/11/2010
24. Ode To Artaud 9/25/2010
25. Return Blind 2/8/2010
26. Pooch 1/18/2011
27. Alone 1/21/2011
28. Love Lessons 1/4/2011
29. How Like A Bird 11/21/2010
30. The Road To Erato 11/30/2009
31. The Vase 4/1/2012
32. The Fly 11/30/2009
33. A Love So Deep....The Alligator And The Butterfly 12/2/2009
34. The Pundit And The Puppet 11/29/2009

Comments about Robert Leary

  • Michael Walker Michael Walker (4/21/2014 6:42:00 PM)

    He has the right background to be a poet, going to Harvard and meeting Robert Lowell, a major poet. All Leary needs to do now is write more and more.

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  • Michael Walker Michael Walker (4/21/2014 6:39:00 PM)

    Very original, thought-provoking poems. When I have time, I will read his other poems.

Best Poem of Robert Leary

The Pundit And The Puppet

The puppet has a vision
With many strings attached
A life for every season
Winter, Summer, Spring or Fall
Not liking one or all
He can ask the fingers for revision
If he wants to posture large or small
He can change for any reason

For personalities he might jest
Play the role of Rufus Rose
A modern version of Pinocchio
A rendering of Cyrano
Court the lovely courtesan
Princes Summer Fall Winter Spring
Turn the mirror on himself
Act out who he wish he was
Or with flick of finger
Play himself again

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The Road To Erato


Oh willow like a bird so fair
Your hair abloom ignites the air
Oh oak so solid stately strong
With only pathos for your song

And yet below the ground
Their fingers meet

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