robinson michael Poems

Confined are our homes
nothing there is,
except our prescence
far from love and care
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A man of any world
bears a label in his heart
''A hault is not my part''
a say on his label so bright
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have you ever reached the heights
which claim freedom from flaws,
conveying fullness of clues?
yet the heights give a man no credits
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The one so dear to me
the one who has part of me
whose smile is like a noon sun
sticky image like mud
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A tablet given to them
is a tablet of valeum
five years from these moments
deep into their beds
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