Brought up in Kent, England. Studied English at Cambridge University. Didn't take full advantage of that privilege in my working life. Now live in Oviedo, Spain. Married with three grown-up children. more »
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Robert Melliard Poems
Each Day's A Diamond
Each day's a diamond when you lose someone you love. You realize just how near death is.
This Economic Crisis
My son has given up his job: he survived for almost a year but finished up stressed-out.
As a child I had a 'coloured' nanny (actually I'm coloured too - I'm pink) . Perhaps that's why I've always loved dark ladies:
Once I came home late from work. The first thing I saw was our dog.
Poetry And Song
Songs get millions of hits on the net. Poems get thousands at most. Would-be bards, take music lessons soon!
Back To Normal
Occasionally, I find I can relax, even without alcohol; forget six years of mental pain; feel more or less alive again.
This Time, My Love
This time, my love, I want us to be slow and kiss each other all around, from side to side, head to toe.
In Spain they offer little 'tapas', free, in bustling bars, to savour with your beer or wine.
'What's love? ' she asks, and I reply: 'This strong, pure admiration that I feel for you inside.'
Ask citizens all over the world to invite people of a different race (and/or religion) to their homes on Sundays -
Road Rage 3
As I waited at a junction, another driver nipped in front. Unwisely, I had left a gap between my van and the lights.
The Big Push
I decided to put all my poems on Facebook and Twitter. The result was startling.
A Walk Without My Dog
When I take a walk without my dog I miss his eagerness and bounce. I miss the way he sniffs around and pees on every tree and wall.
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Each Day's A Diamond
Each day's a diamond
when you lose someone you love.
You realize just how near death is.
We walk along a narrow ridge,
steep cliffs on either side.
And as we go,
our relatives and friends may fall,
forced off by accidents or illness,
as we ourselves may be, at any time.
So I repeat
each day's a gem: I'm learning to appreciate
its colour, light and shape.