Robin Bennett

Rookie (December 25th / New Orleans, La USA)

Robin Bennett Poems

1. Cancer 7/17/2012
2. Devil's Advocate (A Dark Sonnet } 7/24/2012
3. A Busted Myth 7/17/2012
4. I'M That Kind Of Girl 7/24/2012
5. Until We Fell 7/24/2012
6. A Poet's Truth 8/12/2012
7. You'Re So Vain 7/23/2012
8. Defying Gravity 7/17/2012
9. Why Did You Leave Me? 7/17/2012
10. A Paris State Of Mind 8/17/2012
11. Rudely Sedated 8/17/2012
12. I Succeed In Failure 8/10/2012
13. Losing Our Religion 7/18/2012
14. Arlington National Cemetary 7/18/2012
15. A Case Of The Mercedes Bends 7/19/2012
16. Dead Words 7/17/2012
17. Read To Me 8/10/2012
18. Messages To A Future Prison Lifer 8/3/2012
19. Always My Kryptonite 7/22/2012
20. In A Paris State Of Mind 8/17/2012
21. The Bottom Of The Glass 8/11/2012
22. Depending On Who You Ask 8/21/2012
23. The Snow Birds Have Come Calling 8/22/2012
24. It's Only Wednesday 8/15/2012
25. Superstition 10/28/2012
26. A Sexy Mistake 10/29/2012
27. I'M Melting 7/22/2012
28. Ancient History 7/19/2012
29. African Savanna 7/17/2012
30. Complicated And Misunderstood 7/17/2012
31. Daddy 7/18/2012
32. The Skeleton Coast 7/17/2012
33. Lemon Hearted 7/19/2012
34. Visiting Home 7/20/2012
35. Rock, Paper, Scissors 7/22/2012
36. A Painted Clown 7/19/2012
37. Salem Town 7/17/2012
38. Color My World { A Cinq Cinquain } 7/22/2012
39. My Sad Cinderella Story 7/24/2012
40. All The Fish In The Sea 7/22/2012
Best Poem of Robin Bennett

Cancer

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 ...

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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

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