Phil Roberts
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TO MY LONG DEAD MOTHERA Poem by Phil RobertsHow dark and long the nightGrowing up in the careOf you, my motherUnstable and violentWith fists as fast as your hair-trigger temperI was very young w.. |
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HEAVY WEATHER ON THE FAMILY ESTATEA Poem by Phil RobertsShiny bricks and skeins of yellow grassBarely perceptible coloursHung with liquid hazeDog s**t and thunderHeavy close and thickMiasmaClings to sweatRu.. |
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SMALL PHILOSOPHERSA Poem by Phil RobertsThese days it seemsI remember my early childhoodBetter than the contents of my last mealDementia creeps.......Right now,I'm remembering one early even.. |
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HEADBANGERA Poem by Phil RobertsWhen I was very youngCertainly pre-school ageI had a little tricycle which I lovedOne dayI decided that I could ride it down stepsI was wrong"Whaaaaaa.. |
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ON SILENT NIGHTSA Poem by Phil RobertsOn cloudless moonlit nightsWhen the world is silver and darkest blueAnd silence seems to reign supremeIf you stretch your hearing inwardsYou will hear.. |
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DAMAGEA Poem by Phil RobertsThose days are still aroundRight there in the eyesSmall pieces of scriptureSpiritual desperationDown all those long years goneGleamingNeedingSeethingS.. |
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FADED BLUEA Poem by Phil Robertsloosely inspired by the song "Slightly Faded" by David Campbell |
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GYPSY HERITAGEA Poem by Phil RobertsWe come as we pleaseAnd we leave on the breezeAway........DistanceAs an image of warm blue airThe hooch man denies seditious writhingsComing in proud .. |
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MAN WITH A PLANA Poem by Phil RobertsHe bursts in through the doorMost would have opened it firstBut they're all the sameThese radical fundamentalistsStanding alone and angryLike blistere.. |
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STATE OF GRACEA Poem by Phil RobertsAll of the shining mad onesWith their heresies of realityAnd other visions and other voicesAre not diminishedBy the multitude of choicesThat is their .. |
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