by Robert Jenkins | Jan 10, 2008 | Poetry
Why so sad, boy? It’s only death And surely no surprise. All folks must shed their earthly skins Before their souls can rise. No need to feel sorry, my lad, Either for yourself or for me, Things are proceeding as they must; It all was meant to be. None of us knows how...
by Robert Jenkins | Dec 31, 2007 | Poetry
Not a Commemoration. An unwelcome prodding of barely suppressed memory. Horrors come again to haunt the night hours. Faces of friends and enemies in spectral conflict. And always, that echoing mental indignity, The heart thumping panic, The wet bedclothes And the...
by Robert Jenkins | Oct 10, 2007 | Poetry
The raindrops strike my windowpane And rivulets run down, Whilst I lay on my sick bed, In pyjamas and a dressing gown. I think the lives of my old muckers Were rather like the rain, Active, brief and passionate – Free of all my pain. They were fashioned on...
by Robert Jenkins | Sep 20, 2007 | Poetry
From North and East, from South and West, I’ve made my way back home, And many were the sights I saw When I was want to roam, But there’s one sight I’ll not forget So long as thoughts remain, It’s a hogsback called “The Wrekin”...
by Robert Jenkins | Sep 4, 2007 | Poetry
“Oh, rhubarb!” cried the surly man As back he stood to glare. Once more, the thing was not quite right “That piece should not go there.” A hatred filled his weary heart. He felt his temples tighten. He snarled his worst, most fearsome curse And thought the thing to...
