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Robert Watson Dec 2020
Sow my heart into your soil,
surging, sultry crimson oil
melts away your rocky toils,
seething passion starts to boil.

Magma devours fertile ground,
hissing, screeching, horrid sounds.
Land claimed without bound.
The ****** island drowns.
The temple is a sacred entity. Lust is dangerous.
Robert Watson Dec 2020
She cries for help
Grasping, clutching
Drowning in anxiety,
Dragging others down.

She demands friendship.
She commands respect.
Scream,
Cry,
Plead,
Repeat.

Sedate me now.
Sinking into numbness.
Canker,
Ulcer,
Tumor,
Death.
Robert Watson Dec 2020
Downward a brink strewn with craggy rubble,
I, confounded by impervious haze,
Despair the convoluted path and stumble.
Slick, sable stones reduce me to my knees.
The glorious Pilgrimage beckons me:
“Rise and seek out yonder city of gold,
descend ye from thy safe promontory
And subject thyself to dangers untold.”
On bended knee, head bowed, I pray and plead
For provision and eased yoke -and trudged on.
Abandon all hope, and many concede,
At the wicket gate, where I near anon.
    Tenant of celestial city now.
    With robust garden, I reflect my plow
First Attempt at a Sonnet. I'm not sure if the meter of poem is correct, but I tried my best.
Robert Watson Nov 2020
Just the other day
I noticed little things
Were going missing:
Thimble,
Spectacles,
Needle,
Fifty cent piece.

I found it particularly queer
How these objects disappeared.
I don't think I misplaced them
Perhaps my mind erased them.

[Later that week]

Today is my birthday.
Tilly, my granddaughter,
Presents me with a
Needlepoint magpie.

My heart finds incandescent joy.
Robert Watson Nov 2020
There once was a hoary miser,
Who believed himself the wiser.
He hoarded his money
And divorced his honey,
Sly Liza, buries rich fertilizer.
Robert Watson Oct 2020
Sinuous the smoke
Tainting serene summer sights
Flaming, scourging plight.
Blazing wildfires thousands of miles away. The smoke engulfs the flaming eye of heaven, Minnesota observer.
Robert Watson Mar 2020
lying there undecided
pick a side and be divided.
Satan’s surgeons, masked death
robbing baby of first breath.

Wake up!
Pathetic,
Apathetic,
Surrogate murderers.

The 1% cannot justify
the thousands of voiceless screaming cries.
Awake us from our lullabies.
History awaits your alibi.

Another convenience ****,
accepting societies numbing pill.
Will you concede to Evil’s will?
Or trade convenience for goodwill.
Voicing what I believe regardless of other's opinions. Hopefully, this will provoke you from lethargy. “We need not to be let alone.
"We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered?" -Ray Bradbury
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