Biography of Steven Robinson
I am a senior IT consultant in London, England.
I am new to poetry in 2007 and have made a website to archive my works - http: //www.365daysofpoetry.com
Steven Robinson's Works:
Currently writing a Novel and have several published technical articles.
Steven Robinson Poems
The Parrot And The Carrot And The Goose
There once was a parrot name Jack, who thought himeself quite a lad, but one day he met a Goose who decided he was too loose. Jack tried to chat up the Goose, but the Goose had other games in mind and she stuck a carrot up jack's (well you get the picture) .
I Think It's Me
Is it a dream or reality, do we fade or stay in focus? We think we are real but who really knows the inside of us. You have substance; I can feel and hear you speak. I turn my back. Are you still there? Do you really exist?
If I Were An Animal
Were I a Dove I would look down from above Were I a Cat I would sleep on my mat If I Were a Pig I would sleep and eat like one If I Were a Dog I would leave a chocolate log
Where Do The Fairies Go?
I was eating a fairy cake the other morn, when I thought I wonder if it's true that for every baby born, a fairy god mother is sworn. Well now I have grown up, can I still speak to the fairies or am I just away with?
I Am Looking At You, Your Looking At Me
I'm looking at me, you're looking at him, she’s looking at you, I am looking at them, they are looking at us, and we are talking about the whole bunch of them. She's looking at me, you're looking at her, he's looking at you, I am judging them, they are judging us, we are not like them, and they are not like us.
The Warmth Of Snow
A snow flake is so complex, yet soft enough to enhance romance. No flake is like another, neither is a friend or a lover.
Bureaucratics And The Maniacs.
There once was a Bureaucratic who was always on the automatic, he would stamp and stamp the paper, he was not much fun. Along came a maniac and challenged the clerk while he was at it, and that was how the beating if the Bureaucratic was done.
The Kingdom Of Icicles And Frost.
My breath is like a dragon's, I snort and cough and bellow out a mouth of steam, winters fairy tale is alive in my breath as I walk amidst winters cold grasp. All about I see the domain of the crystal kingdom of icicles and frost, where are the boundaries of this land, nobody knows, the Sun is lost.
In The Moment
A tune plays in my mind, I slowly wake, and a habit gets me out of bed, I stagger, wiping sleep form my eyes, a new day if forming. My day depends on my feelings and the thoughts in my head, I look forward to the day I have created from observing my morning.
Moo Cow's And The Gi Gi's
I ponder who is more free, the Goat, the Pig or the Moo Cows and Gi-Gi's? I think a Pig is really in trouble as bacon and eggs go down with not much trouble. The goat is much safer, but due to the washing line caper is facing the barrel double. The Moo Cow is quite safe as long as the milk is rich, they'll never be a beef sandwich.
Sea Gull, She Gal, He Gal.
Sea Gull, she gal, he gal I watch the birds, flitting and flying they as they dance, tease and flirt. Lamppost and trees are their perch, they laugh at the motorists as they search and foray,
Dreaming Of You.
Time is fading and I am waiting, you are beautIful and I am wanting. The sun goes down and you are sleeping I am lying in your arms.
A Teaspoon Of You, Goes A Long Way.
The Bears Have Warm Ears
Shadows come and shadows go, they grow long on the side of the road, the cold bites at my ankles and grasps at me ears. Sometimes I wish were were hibernating deep in our caves, like warm cosy animals huddling like bears.
Dreaming Of You.
Time is fading and I am waiting,
you are beautIful and I am wanting.
The sun goes down and you are sleeping
I am lying in your arms.
Dreaming of you, singing to you,
thinking of you, walking beside you.
Silence is broken, your voice golden,