Robert Melliard

Rookie - 10 Points (20 - 5 - 1953 / Georgetown)

Robert Melliard Poems

121. If Only We Could Both Retire Young! 6/11/2014
122. Worry 7/6/2014
123. To My Grandchild (From Afar) 7/7/2014
124. Success? 7/8/2014
125. As I Write 7/14/2014
126. Catch 7/27/2014
127. The Fight 7/28/2014
128. Helpless 7/28/2014
129. Switch Off 8/8/2014
130. Death May Be Easier Now 8/11/2014
131. Asturian Fishing Ports 5/6/2014
132. Heaven In Tuscany 11/20/2008
133. My Spanish Wife 12/21/2008
134. Integration 12/24/2008
135. Compendium 12/14/2008
136. Asturian Raised Granaries 5/4/2014
137. Home Improvements 6/11/2014
138. Not Really Poetry 6/10/2014
139. The Thrill Is Gone 7/11/2014
140. Trampled On 6/8/2014
141. Waiting For My Grandchild 7/6/2014
142. Domestic Bliss Or Blitz? 12/13/2008
143. Jewellery 12/12/2008
144. Love? 12/19/2008
145. Peace 12/29/2008
146. Tapas 12/31/2008
147. Road Rage 3 12/30/2008
148. Climbing 9/14/2011
149. The Big Push 6/14/2014
150. Reviewed In Green (Only Comprehensible For Poemhunter Poets) 6/7/2014
151. Poetry And Song 8/25/2011
152. Big Mistake 12/29/2008
153. Colours 12/20/2008
154. This Time, My Love 6/12/2014
155. Back To Normal 6/11/2014
156. Each Day's A Diamond 12/11/2008
157. This Economic Crisis 12/27/2008

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This Economic Crisis

My son has given up his job:
he survived for almost a year
but finished up stressed-out.

He worked fourteen hours a day
for 1,500 euros a month.
He is a land surveyor;
he studied for five years
to get his degree.
That was his first job
and he is disillusioned.

One night they kept him in the office till 5 a.m.
then he had to go to work again at 8 a.m.
and measure accurately all day.

If he made a mistake
the company would lose money
and he would be responsible.

Another night they had him measuring by lamplight:
the job had ...

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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:

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