Youth

I’m wishing that I wished no more.
Been praying for bloody fights.
When out-pour's lack some...

Pretty pictures placed proudly.
Moments, memories
Inclosed in immortality.
Family,...

E-M-P-T-I-N-E-S-S
That spells "Me"
How can I be incorrect
There's been a lock on my...

1951 a small mill town in Lancashire

I was only a young man of 18
back then. In the fifties...

The Fiddle ‘Ith Bag
Is the first pub I remember as a lad
A family trip on a Sunday afternoon...

I can't make panic sound beautiful. I can't take you down the rabbit hole of my worries and make it a...

Do you know...
Do you know how many nights they stayed up crying?
or how many days they...

When the perfume cloud clears,
and the influx of people
slows to a stream,
and the...

Who are you, sir, who haunts me so; do I know you at all?
Your face is so familiar, friend, I simply...

A Slice Of Winter.
By
L.M.Robbins
The roofs are dusted in winter's dandruff.
...

This subject of love gets watered down so much
That we forget that love has so much to do with us...

My Junior and Senior years in high school, I had a favorite show;
It took place in beautiful Tahiti...

She grounds me to the earth like roots in soil
The constant love and faithfulness all time
...

Inspired by Dean Kuch’s frightening poem “I Am A Horror Writer”

When I was a lad of only six, I...

Photograph of The Maypole Dance, Fairview High School, circa 1960's
.
An event dating back...