Robert Siney Poems

Beyond the dead pan face,
Lies a heart that lacks pace,
A mind that longs to stimulate,
A smile that cannot compensate.
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Dear Marilyn,
This big world was too cruel for one so fragile,
It’s no surprise you broke down once in a while.
Your smile inspires but it still brings on tears,
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How do you feel?
Is all this real?
I hate to talk and that is how,
I’ll feel the same tomorrow as I do now,
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The pain of immobility and silence;
suffocating with their mystic mockery.
And the lingering fragrance of prophecy
exists only within hidden footsteps.
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A space usually full of colour and vitality now lies fallow.
It’s desolate here; the wind is fierce and the sand is hard.
A grim picture of grey awaits wanton wanderers.
No families dance here now,
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When a thought becomes a fact,
Will my world still be in tact?
When the sun has made its mark,
Can I rejoice now in this dark?
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How I long to go back to the time
Surrounded by love in the sunshine.
I want to feel their soft hand in mine
And sense the warmth in their every line.
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My eyes saw you achieve those goals of yours,
Winning the battles and winning the wars,
But another hurdle has brought us to the ground,
Another chink in our impenetrable armour was found.
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Tolerance is the light
with which I see.
Exposing folly and fact
as I sit naked.
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And so I begin my lonely ride
Slumped in the back seat, I’ll hide
Not a sound will I make
Not a breath will I take
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