I'm born and raised in New Orleans, La. I have had a passion for poetry for as long as i can remember. I still have my first piece I penned, it was a narrative to my family, I was six at the time. I've been writing ever since. I'd love to finally see my name in print one day. Not attached to a
' wanted in connection' with behind it. Married with a son and a daughter. Neither shares my... more »
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Robin Bennett Poems
How I remember the waiting room, at my Daddy's oncologist's office- If being eaten alive by cancer isn't enough- The waiting room is full of old boring, dated
A Busted Myth
Baby, hold me tight and- away from the grips of sheer insanity, I don't do love at first sight, Something I consider a myth,
I'm That Kind Of Girl
I'm the kind of girl that buys her bath bubbles from France gets her lingerie
Devil's Advocate (A Dark Sonnet }
An earthly man cloaked in devil's red, Advocate for misery soaked lives. Bringing only evil plans with him to bed, Enjoying when love's heart wilts and dies.
You're So Vain
I wondered why your decoder ring and magnifying glass were missing.
Until We Fell
When I remember you I think of us drunk- sipping from pineapples and paper umbrellas
A Poet's Truth
It takes a certain type of person to write poetry. Over achieving, brave people dare not put pen to paper and expose themselves.
Standing together all tippy toed, In a grey goose soaked way, my- birthstone hued gown slit, all the way up to there.
Why Did You Leave Me?
Mom why did you run from me, Escaping to Heaven, no less; I found you cold, frozen, and so very dead.
A Paris State Of Mind
It was the Paris feeling of it all assaulting my senses as I slumbered and dreamed on imagined European time
Arlington National Cemetary
Generations of patriots of Americans- Have sacrificed their lives in the sake of freedom; For the country they love and beliefs held dear, Manicured laws mark the crisp white headstones.
A Case Of The Mercedes Bends
You never came home last night. I visited your favorite haunts.
I Succeed In Failure
I often wonder how many days- must I endure before eternity decides to erase me? Not one to lie, I have tried to
When I turn to blow out the sun facing west and staring at a tomorrow born in Asia. I've yet to find out what tonight
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How I remember the waiting room,
at my Daddy's oncologist's office-
If being eaten alive by cancer isn't enough-
The waiting room is full of old boring, dated
magazines in stages of disarray.
It smells like chemicals and fear,
and it looks deadly real.
Ugly pictures of a fisherman caught
in a raging nor' easter. Truly not a
well thought out metaphor, if I do
say so myself. The anti-cancer drugs
make the pale and weak thirsty,
not a water cooler in sight.
Daddy, how can you trust this
man with your life?
He's a supreme failure in ...