Biography of Robert Melliard
Brought up in Kent, England. Studied English at Cambridge University. Didn't take full advantage of that privilege in my working life. Now live in Oviedo, Spain. Married with three grown-up children.
Robert Melliard's Works:
Each Day's A Diamond (SMH BOOKS,2006)
Robert Melliard Poems
This Economic Crisis
My son has given up his job: he survived for almost a year but finished up stressed-out.
Each Day's A Diamond
Each day's a diamond when you lose someone you love. You realize just how near death is.
As a child I had a 'coloured' nanny (actually I'm coloured too - I'm pink) . Perhaps that's why I've always loved dark ladies:
Once I came home late from work. The first thing I saw was our dog.
Poetry And Song
Songs get millions of hits on the net. Poems get thousands at most. Would-be bards, take music lessons soon!
Back To Normal
Occasionally, I find I can relax, even without alcohol; forget six years of mental pain; feel more or less alive again.
This Time, My Love
This time, my love, I want us to be slow and kiss each other all around, from side to side, head to toe.
Reviewed In Green (Only Comprehensible F...
I'd like to know what an earth it means when it says 'reviewed' in green on my old computer screen after the title of certain themes.
The Big Push
I decided to put all my poems on Facebook and Twitter. The result was startling.
'What's love? ' she asks, and I reply: 'This strong, pure admiration that I feel for you inside.'
Ask citizens all over the world to invite people of a different race (and/or religion) to their homes on Sundays -
Road Rage 3
As I waited at a junction, another driver nipped in front. Unwisely, I had left a gap between my van and the lights.
In Spain they offer little 'tapas', free, in bustling bars, to savour with your beer or wine.
Heaven In Tuscany
Remember when we sat on that verandah,
outside our rented, rustic Tuscan home;
among those hills, with cypress trees and vines,
just taking in the view and sipping wine?
I said that sitting there, with wine like that
and looks like yours, was my idea of heaven.
But I confess, on looking back,
it wasn't true: