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- About Me and My Book:
- I write as inspired. I've just finished the first book of a series children's books, that deal with the power of beliefs. I also write poetry, lyrics, and short stories. You can check out some of my writing below and more of my poetry and music on MySpace. Thanks for stopping by.
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Here are some pieces from a collection titled: Portrait of a Loser?
STINKFOOT DAY
Brush my teeth for what?
There ain't no ass to kiss and no attenhut!
On Stinkfoot Day
I'll be dealing with my unsavory self
As I examine life's health
Disregarding the jam between my toes
As I bask in doing nothing
I don't feel as my flow
Eating my 4:30pm breakfast
Because three meals ain't on my mind
My hunger is for all the clarity I can find
On Stinkfoot Day
Deodorant's a no no, so TV's gotta go
Gonna smell reality in all its glory
The scent of now will let me know
'Cause I'll be unplugged, unbound
And if you're thinking of coming around
I hope you can deal with the funk
As I loose some junk
On Stinkfoot Day
Brush my teeth for what?
There ain't no ass to kiss and no attenhut
On Stinkfoot Day
©2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)
(Thanks Ron :-)
M
From the waters of the eternal fire she reaches
With a fluid light to touch the soul
Bringing a message of its homecoming to the mind
To make Being whole
© 2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr
Happy Because I Am
Never had a lot of money
But still I live
Recognition doesn’t matter
Still I give
And I’m happy to know sorrow
Happier to know joy
Happy because I’m able
To experience life’s colors and ploys
Because they all hold a purpose
For me being here
As a living embodiment of possibility
On this Earth sphere
Don’t have to go many places
Or engage many faces
Or own too much
And so what if my desires don’t have to have the Midas touch
Still I’m happy to know sorrow
Happier to know joy
Happy to to be the man I am
Yet, still a little boy
Happy because I am
An essential in life’s plan
So as I go on
I’m happy to be this man
©2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)
America’s New Top Models?
They’re getting younger, younger and younger
What is it that we’re letting grow asunder?
Riding the subway
Her eyes glazed with sorrow and fear
The expression on her youthful face asks
Why am I here?
Trying to be invisible
She casts her eyes
Everywhere but on another
She’s immersed in what being canonized
At the last stop
She tries to hold back her fears
Of having nowhere to go
Yet, they’re seen in her tears
They’re getting younger, younger and younger
What is it that we’re letting grow asunder?
The newly poor and homeless
What's being allowed that’s allowing this to manifest?
She enters the car
Her life in two carts
Dressed in don’t fuck with me wear
Her hair a work of pain’s art
The door glass her mirror
Is she’s America’s Next Top Model?
She adjusts her dusty finery
Then sprinkles herself with perfume from an imaginary bottle
Then struts down the aisle
Carefully choreographing her carts to accessorize
Her appeal to the panel
Watching through distant eyes
They’re getting younger, younger and younger
What is it that we’re letting grow asunder?
The newly poor and homeless
What's being allowed that’s allowing this to manifest?
Are these America’s new Top Models?
©2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)
Azz Like That
Flaunting that bounty like it should be the next President
Getting votes from passerbys for that movement
It’s got its own swagger
And an appeal that could turn a saint into a carpetbagger
Your strut leaves a trail of forget me nots
Your bounty puts a triple T on the end of hottt!
It puts the P in phat
Yeah baby, you got azz like that
©2008 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)
Brush my teeth for what?
There ain't no ass to kiss and no attenhut!
On Stinkfoot Day
I'll be dealing with my unsavory self
As I examine life's health
Disregarding the jam between my toes
As I bask in doing nothing
I don't feel as my flow
Eating my 4:30pm breakfast
Because three meals ain't on my mind
My hunger is for all the clarity I can find
On Stinkfoot Day
Deodorant's a no no, so TV's gotta go
Gonna smell reality in all its glory
The scent of now will let me know
'Cause I'll be unplugged, unbound
And if you're thinking of coming around
I hope you can deal with the funk
As I loose some junk
On Stinkfoot Day
Brush my teeth for what?
There ain't no ass to kiss and no attenhut
On Stinkfoot Day
©2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)
(Thanks Ron :-)
M
From the waters of the eternal fire she reaches
With a fluid light to touch the soul
Bringing a message of its homecoming to the mind
To make Being whole
© 2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr
Happy Because I Am
Never had a lot of money
But still I live
Recognition doesn’t matter
Still I give
And I’m happy to know sorrow
Happier to know joy
Happy because I’m able
To experience life’s colors and ploys
Because they all hold a purpose
For me being here
As a living embodiment of possibility
On this Earth sphere
Don’t have to go many places
Or engage many faces
Or own too much
And so what if my desires don’t have to have the Midas touch
Still I’m happy to know sorrow
Happier to know joy
Happy to to be the man I am
Yet, still a little boy
Happy because I am
An essential in life’s plan
So as I go on
I’m happy to be this man
©2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)
America’s New Top Models?
They’re getting younger, younger and younger
What is it that we’re letting grow asunder?
Riding the subway
Her eyes glazed with sorrow and fear
The expression on her youthful face asks
Why am I here?
Trying to be invisible
She casts her eyes
Everywhere but on another
She’s immersed in what being canonized
At the last stop
She tries to hold back her fears
Of having nowhere to go
Yet, they’re seen in her tears
They’re getting younger, younger and younger
What is it that we’re letting grow asunder?
The newly poor and homeless
What's being allowed that’s allowing this to manifest?
She enters the car
Her life in two carts
Dressed in don’t fuck with me wear
Her hair a work of pain’s art
The door glass her mirror
Is she’s America’s Next Top Model?
She adjusts her dusty finery
Then sprinkles herself with perfume from an imaginary bottle
Then struts down the aisle
Carefully choreographing her carts to accessorize
Her appeal to the panel
Watching through distant eyes
They’re getting younger, younger and younger
What is it that we’re letting grow asunder?
The newly poor and homeless
What's being allowed that’s allowing this to manifest?
Are these America’s new Top Models?
©2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)
Azz Like That
Flaunting that bounty like it should be the next President
Getting votes from passerbys for that movement
It’s got its own swagger
And an appeal that could turn a saint into a carpetbagger
Your strut leaves a trail of forget me nots
Your bounty puts a triple T on the end of hottt!
It puts the P in phat
Yeah baby, you got azz like that
©2008 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)
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good to hear from you again. Yeah, sure, I'll have a look at them.
a poet, artist friend
RH Peat
I'll get back to you later about your poem. I have an Art show this weekend and That's going to keep me busy. So next week sometime. If I forget remind me.
RH Peat
Yeah, It is easy to get blind sided for sure. DH. had it pegged to the dot. It's a great poem that makes your skin crawl about the ill treatment to others for whatever reason. It's a fantastic story narrative as well. For as we all know, many are caught in blind response before ever thinking about what might be behind the response at all. And I think we are all guilty of it at one time or another in our lives, maybe even as a child on a school ground.
Here is my personal story about this concept that relates to how DH's poem and how works: I used to work with the developmentally disabled for many years and one day I had a small group at a laundromat and an old man told me they all need to be euthanized. I realized right then; this person holds something only he could change. Nothing I might do would change him. But a statement my dad used always say just pop into my head; I think that's spirit at work. His saying: "Everyone has something to offer; you just have to be wise enough to see it." I calmly said that to this old man, later we all left; We came back to the laundromat a week later and he was there again. He came up to me and apologized about his remark the week before. I was astounded; he had changed something in himself, maybe out of guilt, maybe just out of thought. But he was changed; it was difficult for me to believe that he would eventually ever apologize at the time it happened.
It was a wise thing my father said to me as a child years earlier. I've always lived by those words as well, it has paid off more than once. It's a beautiful statement from someone who always wanted to go to college and just graduated High School.
a poet friend
RH Peat
Are you open to suggestions or critiques about your work? Let me know if you are. If not just forget I asked.
a poet artist friend
RH Peat
You know your poem AZZ is a great laugh. You obviously have a great sense of humor. I'd read it once before and got a chuckle and I read it again today and still got a laugh. I think it is a great spring time poem when a young man's fancy turns to love. There is a great poem called "Spring" by e. e. cummings that kind of address that issue of spring too. It is far more subtle in presentation, however.
a poet artist friend
RH Peat
Yeah, that's a good one. I love the ending where whatever leaves the body sends the whole estuary into flight. That the power of the hawk lives even after it is dead and it is liberated once again. Great poem, no way around it. Jeffers was the son of a minister and he was anti-war during world war II, and he was chastised by this country for his deep feelings for humanity.
His verses are long like Whitman's but the structures of his poems and metaphors are as solid as they come. Another of his poems which I really love is "Vulture." In my book that one ranks right up there with DH Lawrence's "Snake" You ought to give that one a read too. "Snake" will leave your skin crawling about mankind throughout history. Later, a poet artist friend, RH Peat
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