Biography of Robin Bennett
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 love of writing. Dead dream there! Oh well.
Robin Bennett's Works:
Sadly, none as of yet. A poem here or there, that's it after many years of writing. It's not an easy thing to get done so I try, try again!
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
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.
Standing together all tippy toed, In a grey goose soaked way, my- birthstone hued gown slit, all the way up to there.
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
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.
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.
I've always wondered what made some women poets stick their head in their ovens- Or dress in fur and gems and
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
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
The Skeleton Coast
Lost wandering without a guiding hand
stumbling in sand and bones, along the
skeleton coast; hundreds perished
trapped in cutting sands, or shards of glass.
I was sliced apart either way...
When the heat grilled my body,
my defeated spirit shook in loneliness
white hot rays confused my thoughts