By Robert Stanhope
While chasing my dreams I sometimes get lost, I sometimes get confused Between fiction and fairyland Some days I’m drowning, Some days I swim, And, last night I tripped on a cloud When I tried to fly I have real dreams Of creating these worlds That I can visit on vacation To take a break from a break Sometimes my dedication Is simple procrastination Or a fear of rejection When my words become publication In my dreams there’s no rejection Not even the giggling fairies Pass judgment on the guy That still doesn’t believe he can fly.
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When I walk
My steps are delicate On a nature I wish not disturb. When I stop I hear a song From a nature I wish to always hear. In the darkness I sit
my ankles getting bit by a pesky bug... that's quite smug. Even in the light I can't see him bite. You see 'em? No, I no see 'em. Awoken by the song of a loon,
and a mystery bird that needs a cough drop, music to our ears by nature's symphony performing to a couple with front row seats in a tent beneath towering pines surrounded by ten thousand lakes. I'm guilty of loving you,
Too deeply, Absorbing your pain When you cry, Crying myself, On the inside. When you laugh, My joy shines Like a Spring rain. It's been a while sine I've shared any first drafts with you all. My apologies, between a busy Spring with graphic design services and efforts to complete my first collection of poetry, and a chapbook, I've fallen behind on my website updates. Here's hoping that this new blog entry changes that as I move forward. Without further ado, here a few micro-poems that I've written over the past month. Resist by Robert Stanhope Resist hate. Reject hate. Accept hate, and, you too, Become hate. Give love. I Fall for Autumn by Robert Stanhope The shining colors of Autumn's leaves seduce me home. Word Therapy by Robert Stanhope I believe I've written through the pain, my pen no longer bleeds to the page. Falling In Love by Robert Stanhope You can't fall in love without taking a risk with two hearts. Emotional Deliveries by Robert Stanhope
Flowers were delicately placed into a slender vase, taking great care to preserve the emotions clinging to each soft petal. Music City, you sing to me,
serenade me with a melody, your streets alive with dreams. There's a brightness shining from your dingy honkeytonks, Tips overflowing a tin bucket. Heartbreak has it's own star, burned out in a styrofoam cup on a hot and steamy sidewalk. I'm a sucker for your ebb and flow, your waves of salty emotion, sending me home to reflect my life song. Mondays can seem like a treadmill workout,
a challenge to begin, lacking reward, left craving a bowl of chocolate ice cream. Excuse me for my absence,
my retreat to peace. I need a break, not from you, From the busy, the rat race. Excuse me, it’s time for me, my retreat to my soul. I need a break, not from life, From all of life, except me. Excuse me, I need to focus, my retreat to clarity. I need a time out, a breather, From the clutter, the decisions. Excuse me, I’m not leaving, my journey home begins. I hope I’ve had enough
to forget, to ignore, to pass out. Last call! Here’s my chance, to be certain, to finish one more drink. No more for you. Come on! You made last call. I’ll call you a cab. |
Robert Stanhope
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