robert-allen-stevenson
I was born in Perthshire Scotland. I joined the Merchant Navy at 16 and served mainly in the South Pacific. I qualified as a chef (C&G;) and after several years I joined the Territorial Army as a infantryman rising to the rank of SSM, during this time I left catering and joined the Police Force. / During my time with the TA, I was attached to various Regiments and posted to a number of countries around the world. / The experiences I have witnessed in my life have been varied, both good and bad. The poems I write reflect the experiences I have encountered through my life and the feelings felt, not only by me but hopefully by those who do not wish to put them in print. / I also observe human activity in daily life, the mundane and so forth, and look to write on those subjects.
The young man he had wandered many a mile and more
Cross foreign lands and countless seas, to reach a distant shore
Driven by the hope's he held implanted as they'd been
Deep within the wickerwork of life's eternal dream
Though warm of flesh the heart was cold, no love had 'ere he known
And look he must for one sweet maid to melt his heart of stone
To feel upon his fevered brow the softness of her touch
The closeness of her being near, his cry for love too much
And to an isle he came at last, a jewel upon the sea
And landed on its glittered sands of sparkling diamante
He wandered through a forest, each leaf of emerald shone
And waterfalls of crystal gleam, reflections of he alone
And then, a vision seen, a pearl so bright and full of fire
That took the shape of maidenhood, and filled his heart's desire
Of golden hair and amber lips that parted with a smile
And beckoned come you hither and lie with me a while
He knelt before the maiden and to her heart be sworn
To worship at her alter, and kneel before her throne
She looked upon her suitor, her smile had all but gone
For 'ere his young heart melted, the maiden turned to stone
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
Blank look on a sea of faces
Trying hard to ignore the world
and don't look into their eyes
for you invade their minds
and look with hatred upon you
the transgressor of their thoughts
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
The dead the dying, the disenchanted
all around they look and stare
Those that sent them into battle
close their eyes and no longer care
The dead the dying, the disenchanted
once had hope but now have none
They wait for those who would relieve them
their battle fought, their war now done
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC