J. Robert Trebor Poems

after four months on the trail
the last of his cows finally to market
knocking dust off his shirt and chaps
heading to town
...

her hair, dark red as a new rose
eyes, the color of turquenite
her figure sculpted to match Venus of Arles
movements as a sea breeze, welcoming, fluid
...

hidden deep in the Celestial Garden
originating from
the Crystal Moon,
centered to gather lost loves
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the tree
torn,
ragged
from disease
...

An old man, looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future in store,
...

I am a young seaman, sole witness,
all mates bloating, my ship
no longer floating, alone in this boat
I begin rowing.
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The Earth, the outermost region of the Crystal Universe; so far away it is the only area with its own Sun surrounded by planets of various sizes and locations from its warm rays, the only region where man exists limited by his ability to escape into other lands.

Seldom, Fairies and those escaping the Land of Spectre have used their magic to enter the Earth's Realm; adding to the superstition of humans
...

Within the Crystal Universe
lies the Crystal Library
where all data on the lives
of man are stored.
...

a line in the sand you do not cross
an enemy with strife for a heart,
or,
one who comes with nothing expecting everything
...

had I been indecisive
about going to war,
I could never be a hero
...