Robin Bennett Poems

How I remember the waiting room,
at my Daddy's oncologist's office-
If being eaten alive by cancer isn't enough-
The waiting room is full of old boring, dated
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It takes a certain type of person
to write poetry. Over achieving,
brave people dare not put pen
to paper and expose themselves.
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I'm the kind of girl that
buys her bath bubbles
from France
gets her lingerie
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An earthly man cloaked in devil's red,
Advocate for misery soaked lives.
Bringing only evil plans with him to bed,
Enjoying when love's heart wilts and dies.
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When I remember you
I think of us drunk-
sipping from pineapples
and paper umbrellas
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I wondered why your
decoder ring and
magnifying glass
were missing.
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Baby, hold me tight and-
away from the grips of sheer insanity,
I don't do love at first sight,
Something I consider a myth,
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Standing together all tippy toed,
In a grey goose soaked way, my-
birthstone hued gown slit,
all the way up to there.
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Mom why did you run from me,
Escaping to Heaven,
no less; I found you cold,
frozen, and so very dead.
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It was the Paris feeling of it all
assaulting my senses
as I slumbered and dreamed
on imagined European time
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