Poet Thomas A Robinson,
Known popularly as Midnights Voice.
Midnights Voice, a powerful voice heard
in silence of midnight through twinkling poems.
One of the most Loved and Respected Poet in PH.
I always respect you and your comments a lot.
As your many valuable comments for many of my poems
Changed my thoughts and my ways of writings.
I shall always remain thankful to you.
Thank you Sir, for supporting me in this journey of poems.
Your each poems are unique in its own ways.
That wins the hearts of many.
Interpreting and analysing poems and
Writing comments shows you
Have vast and indepth knowledge in any topics.
You have wonderful collection of poems
And each sparkle like the twinkling stars.
It is rightly said...
Poets are born not made.
Its the valuable gift you are born and blessed with.
May you keep on contributing sparkling feathers to the poetic world.
Keep writing! ! !
Wishing you all the Best!
I agree with Lyn Paul and the other honorable members who commented on Thomas A.Robinson and on his bouquet of poems.He is a nice person whom I respect very much.He supports us with his wonderful comments.My best wishes are for him.Thank you sir!
Thomas your comments on our words are true poetry just on there own, You have supported me along this poetry journey and I have the utmost respect for you. Commenting with sheer honesty. You would have to be one of the most admired and respected members. Many thanks
Thomas A. Robinson is known as the midnight's voice, may be because midnight is the only time when one gets a chance to see his own self in real colors. He is one of those gifted individuals who claim to know poetry by an experience that occurs to them before they know it consciously. He has a ready Muse at his beck & call, and this can be said only for those poets who know poetry by intuition and not by parameters, theory and definition. In some people, poetry programme is installed congenitally, but some people meet poetry at some point of life when they set out in quest of all that they could not understand or at least tried their best to understand, then and only then they discover poetry by its character. Following are some of the verses by Mr. Robinson, which show that unlearned skills affect better than the works of conscious arts.
The sunsets are our parting gifts...
Only reflections, on the iris of eye...
Forty years of desert
Till the last man, woman, and child
of Egyptian connection had died
...was such a sacrifice...
Moses was the last to fall
on a mountain called no consequense...
Jeweled like glass
The days of my life
And we are the huskless stalks
shivering in the wind
row upon row
thousands upon thousands
and nowhere to go....