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walkingtrxgedy
fucked up and numb

Poems

jeffrey robin Jan 2016
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Oh we

Were walkin

thru

                   The
                  Summer Rain

••

Tiny mirrors

Raindrops fallin

1000 faces

Seeking their own dream


///

We

Walkin thru the summer rain


///////               ///////

Dream

Dream YE boy

Dream

Little girl

We

Are all together walkin

Thru the rain




She sees

She sings

She leads


Us unto
The

Heart of love


SUMMER RAIN


seed of our Tomorrow


Free

At peace

//




Eyes can see

Both heaven and hell


And create

Full humanity

//

We

We are always

Walkin

Walking these streets

Walkin together

Thru the summer rain




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jeffrey robin Sep 2010
walkin on water

walkin on air

LAND WILL DO

walkin down streets
the mouths of alleys
spittin up ex-soldiers
and children

i

arm in arm with
the *******
--
-

we are such "commodity"

comic book characters
in ridiculous stories
we accept as truth

walkin in quick sand

on oily gulf coast beaches

WHEN ONLY THE TRUTH
WILL DO
-
--

take the dirt from your mouths
the chains from your legs

the "lover" from your side

forget the
"lame excuse"

walk down streets
enter the alleyways

where the ex-soldiers
are dyin

children are starvin

prostitutes are cryin

and i

sittin there

writin poetry

--
-

walkin on water

walkin on air

LAND WILL DO
WILL DO

will certainly
do
SøułSurvivør Aug 2018
She rolls along the high wires
Tightrope walkin' moon
She graces life's big circus
She is gone too soon

Huge! A glowing fairie
So luminous! So bright!
She's suspended on the ropes
The performer of the night!

I watch her intently
As she's held aloft
Then she slips toward the hills...
... she is fallin' off!

But she bows down and curtseys!
A smile on her face
She's lost not her dancer's poise,
She maintains her grace.

Finally she exits
The horizon sets the stage
She is only a faint glow
The night has turned the page.

I'll remember her with fondness
As she danced to Claire de Lune...
In her sequined tutu

Tightrope walkin' moon.


SøułSurvivør
8/26/2018
I'm up in the wee hours... I saw the full moon suspended on a telephone wire, and couldn't help but think that she was rolling along a tightrope! She is an absolutely beautiful apparition! Thanks for reading my whimsical poem. I'm glad to be back writing here again. I will be readings again soon...