Robin Bennett

Rookie (December 25th / New Orleans, La USA)

Robin Bennett Poems

41. Tea With The Chesire Cat 7/19/2012
42. Made In America 7/19/2012
43. Hotel Despair 7/19/2012
44. Do These Come In Desperate? 7/19/2012
45. Soundtrack 7/19/2012
46. Afraid Of The Light 7/19/2012
47. When We Were Shadows 7/19/2012
48. No More Goody Two Shoes 7/20/2012
49. Pink Drinks 7/20/2012
50. No More Suffering 7/20/2012
51. I'M Not The One To Ask 7/20/2012
52. If Only 7/20/2012
53. My Drug Of Choice 7/20/2012
54. A Paradise Fix 7/20/2012
55. Judas 7/20/2012
56. Eclipsed By An Egg 7/20/2012
57. No Medal Of Honor For You 7/20/2012
58. Wash That Man Out 7/20/2012
59. She Never Left A Letter 7/20/2012
60. Just The Two Of Us 7/20/2012
61. Broken And Twisted 7/20/2012
62. Tales Of A Christmas Birthday 7/20/2012
63. Azalea 7/19/2012
64. The Long Lost Italian 7/19/2012
65. An Open Book 7/21/2012
66. The Hello Kitty Burglar 7/22/2012
67. Winter White Hiatus 7/22/2012
68. Drink Me In 7/22/2012
69. Stranded 7/22/2012
70. Never Again 7/22/2012
71. Piercing Ivory 7/22/2012
72. Look To The Night Skies 7/22/2012
73. White Hot Chocolate 7/22/2012
74. Woodland Dance 7/22/2012
75. It's Been Three Years 7/21/2012
76. In My Own Defense 7/22/2012
77. Painted Plastic 7/22/2012
78. Letters From Key West 7/22/2012
79. Tea For One 7/22/2012
80. Pushing Daisies 7/22/2012
Best Poem of Robin Bennett

Cancer

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
magazines in stages of disarray.
It smells like chemicals and fear,
and it looks deadly real.

Ugly pictures of a fisherman caught
in a raging nor' easter. Truly not a
well thought out metaphor, if I do
say so myself. The anti-cancer drugs
make the pale and weak thirsty,
not a water cooler in sight.

Daddy, how can you trust this
man with your life?
He's a supreme failure in ...

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Defying Gravity

Standing together all tippy toed,
In a grey goose soaked way, my-
birthstone hued gown slit,
all the way up to there.

I can touch buttermilk clouds,
and defy gravity in your arms.
Galaxy floating, we make music,
In the red light, of a Mars glow.

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