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
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
Drawn into the flames of our hell-
The dirty moths just stare;
Disgust oozes, from gaping wounds
Where prying eyes once settled.
I'm burnt out on this whole mess-
Oxygen free lungs, pumped full of ash;
You were happy to keep fanning the flames,
Even the smoke alarms were mute with fright.