I’ll Be Waiting

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Written by Vera Robinson
11-1-16
4:20 PM

My Season To Fly

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I often ponder if the leaves on the ground are blown from the mountains

Where my body now rest in its hollow shell

My spirit is silent, while my soul is waiting to die fly

Higher than the eagles above the clouds in a storm

…Flying…

Now soaring oh how alluring is this flight

I can still hear the crackling from the birds walking on the dry leaves, and the

Squirrels running about and gathering the last abundance of their food

…Quieter now…

I’ve just passed the moon. I feel the love embracing me

You see, I’ll be there

…Very soon…

2:30 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Me And The Doves

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Your everlasting light guides me through the

Path…

Of a long life of fears, the heat radiates in the

Night…

Warms me throughout the frigid dampness

During…

The bleakness of darkness. I bend my head to hear the

Whispers…

Of your words on this quiet night. They are unintelligible

To..

Me, nevertheless your eyes tell me, not to

Worry…

I feel a heightened sense of awareness

An…

Out of body experience. As I silently walk

Behind…

My spiritual angel. I hear the whirring sound

From…

The wings of the doves. It’s been a good

Life…

I’ve lived, loved, been hurt, and found

The…

Supreme being of my soul

Ahhh…

I hear the doves. I know I am

Finally…

Going home, and so will the

Doves…

I can rest in peace

3:49 AM

Vera Robinson © 2o14

 

 

Our Portrait In The Clouds

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Shimmer skirt

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I don’t understand how this can be. Allow me to explain just what I see. A portrait of us floats in the clouds. It’s truly here, even when I turn around.

A mirage is on land, I’ve crossed over the sand. During my journey my body tanned. I hear you calling out to me. I will answer your loving plea.

I lost you to the sea my love

But I am coming to be with

Thee.

5:15 PM

Vera Robinson © 2014

Across The Bridge

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Fate has called me to walk across

An endless raggedy bridge in the

Sky…

There is no concept of time on Earth

When…

An angel is waiting your

Arrival…

4:25 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

Evil Comradery

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The hose is spraying at full blast

The loud squashing drowning the screams

Of someone’s loved ones begging for help

With perpetrators hearts colder than

The chilly water, they stand banned

Together, with the deadly hose in hand

Voices become weak as bodies sink

Havoc in the street is eradicated

7:55 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

The Innocent

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Why is it that the

Pure in heart are lost

So young

To violence

From a gun

Or

A silent killer

In the night?

8:35 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

A Poem From Mom

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What will you do, when I am gone?

I’ll tell you now, while I’m still around

Pick yourself up, and move along

Sing the tunes to my favorite songs

A happy song, of joy and life withstood

A low-keyed song during the rain

Shed no tears of sorrow

Don’t let your heart be burdened

Run along, stay on your feet

Weep not for me, my little darlings

Look above to the silver lining

There, there you see

That I am smiling

I had a conversation with my friend Dana last night, which inspired me to write this poem.

I hoped you enjoyed it. Thank you Dana!

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