Robin Bennett

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

Robin Bennett Poems

121. Trying To Make Sense 8/11/2012
122. Remember, I Knew You Then 8/11/2012
123. Nuclear Winter 8/3/2012
124. Sooner Rather Than Later 8/14/2012
125. Judgement Day 8/15/2012
126. Common And Fragile 8/16/2012
127. Bitterly Cold 8/16/2012
128. Shades Of Rum 8/16/2012
129. Pinky Swear 8/17/2012
130. Craving Autumn 8/17/2012
131. A Final Tattoo 8/17/2012
132. Doctor's Orders 8/17/2012
133. Good News, Bad News 8/17/2012
134. The Snow Birds Have Come Calling 8/22/2012
135. Srangely Together 8/24/2012
136. The Moon Said To Listen 8/24/2012
137. It's Only Wednesday 8/15/2012
138. I Remember Now 8/19/2012
139. Cut Out Hearts 7/18/2012
140. Classified 10/31/2012
141. A Spoonful Of Sugar 10/28/2012
142. Baby Doll 7/23/2012
143. A Day At The Park 7/24/2012
144. Lackluster 7/24/2012
145. The Shades Of May 7/24/2012
146. Still Your Hostage 7/24/2012
147. Prisoner Of War 7/23/2012
148. Where The Poppies Meet 7/22/2012
149. Follow The Road 7/23/2012
150. Maiden Voyage 7/23/2012
151. One Hundred Years And A Day 7/22/2012
152. Black Sheep 7/22/2012
153. Bite Of An Apple 7/21/2012
154. Cheerleader Pink 7/19/2012
155. Florida Sands 7/21/2012
156. No Longer The Queen Bee 7/18/2012
157. Goodbye, Kansas 7/17/2012
158. Ducks In A Row 7/18/2012
159. Part Tragedy, Part Comedy 7/22/2012
160. Consider This 7/23/2012

Comments about Robin Bennett

  • Subrat Pradhan Love-immortal Subrat Pradhan Love-immortal (7/30/2012 5:22:00 AM)

    Hi! Robin, hope u to be well. U probably forgot me. Try reading some of my new poems and comment. Thank u

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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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