by Robert Carson | Feb 14, 2017 | Poetry
Joe Anderson ma dear Joe. We walked the fields together. And manys a happy hour, Joe We slept with one another. Our love, was like a red rose That blossoms in the snow. Our love was like a sweet breeze- That o’ so gently blows. I love you as you are, Joe Your locks as...
by Robert Carson | Feb 14, 2017 | Poetry
Shaven headed onward you march The love of freedom in your hearts The saffron robes, your upturned bowls You have such beauty in your souls And, though, we offer you our love Your freedom will be won with blood.
by Robert Carson | Jan 12, 2017 | Poetry
The rocks placed on the tarmac road Where cars no longer ever go. The two little sisters on the hill Who languor there and ever will… Like gifts the Gods bestowed on earth-. The holly, the ponies, the singing birds. The pathways dappled with the leaves New-blown from...
by Robert Carson | Jan 9, 2017 | Poetry
Tiny-rose diamonds in the sky Engage the aspect of the eye. Entrammeled there amongst the trees Our every sense would seem to please. To bring contentment to that heart A troubled life might rend apart. At whose parting -a poet might say This was a sad and solemn day…...
by Robert Carson | Dec 4, 2016 | Poetry
High on the fells of boggy ground There, the flower of Cumberland’s found. By the name of bog star more commonly known Off the mountain of the gods your seeds were borne. On unforgiving windswept hills You hold sway over marsh and ghylls. When you glance down on that...
