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Almost Perfect, Just for You©

copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson


Standing in the mirror

You shave every hair

You clip your side burns,

Trim you mustache

and Tame you eye brows

You splash on cologne

Put on a dress shirt

Your favorite dress pants

A pair of Sunday socks

and a pair of just shined shoes

With a smile just right

You approach me with roses in hand

As you guide me out the door and open the car door

politely seating me

fastening my seat belt

and we are on our way

a date for just the two of us

with no one in our way

Thanks for being almost perfect, just for me


Finally, A place to feel I belong©

Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson


The Start of Summer School

In a new place

With all different types of people

But more like me

Some could walk

Some had wheelchairs

Some had trouble speaking

Some had trouble paying attention

Some just wanted to leave

But we all found that there was

No more

being teased

No more

being poked

No more

being dared to do bad things

And no more

having our lunches stolen

It was scary seeing classmates that were different from me

But I know that

Everyone learns differently and has

different abilities

different strengths

different weaknesses

But in the end we all learn the same way

We have the same fears

We all want to be liked

And we’re all here to learn

Now my eyes are wide open


I find interest in more things


Have made new friends

No one makes me feel bad about who I am

No one makes me cry every day

I smile when I walk in the room


I smile when I leave the room

I’m the happiest that I can be

Thanks for setting me free


For letting me just be me

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When I Get Old©

Copyright 2013

By Felina Silver Robinson


When I get old

will you still know me

Will you still care

Will you still stop on the street to talk to me

Will you still offer me a ride home

Will you still care enough to spend some time

When I get old

Will you still hold me

Will you still love me

Will you still respect me

Will you still trust me

When I get old

will you care when I’m no longer there


The Land Above And The Land Below©

Copyright 2013

By Felina Silver Robinson


Death knocks at the door of the wicked

Death knocks at the door of the innocent

Spirits beckon for answers but no one responds

Can you hear me they call out

They’re lost in the swirls of deception

No one comes to lead them to destiny

Wait, an angel appears for the innocent

A creäture of sorts for the wicked

The good go up

And the wicked go down

Promises made

Promises broken

No one is certain what lies ahead now

Stories told

May not be the life you are now living

Stay honest

Stay true

Only good can come to you

Here or there

Sins still follows

Best beware

Someones still always watching

Both in the land above

and the land below


Sometimes When I Cry©

Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson


Sometimes when I cry

It’s because

I miss you

I miss where I’ve been

I miss the things I’ve had

I miss what I could have been, what I should have been

Sometimes when I cry

It’s because

I know you did me wrong

I know you could have done better

I know your mistakes

I know you didn’t want to make the time or take the time

Sometimes when I cry

It’s because

I wish I could start back at the beginning

With someone other than you

Maybe then

I wouldn’t be doing so much crying


Looking for the strength to ask you…©

Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson


Many days and many nights

I’ve found myself at your doorstep

To afraid to find the strength to knock upon your door

I’ve tried to call

I’ve dialed your number more than a 100 times

You pick up the phone

But when I hear your voice

All my strength suddenly leaves me

But I know if I want you

The way I know I need you

Then I have to find the strength just to ask you

If you can find it in your heart to get to know me

I can see us one day getting married

And making a happy family

I picture our house on a hill in the country

With neighbors 200 acres away on either side

A farm full of animals

With many fruits and vegetables to harvest

In a place that’s timeless

But it binds us

One unto the other

For the rest of our days

If only I could just find the right words to say

When I finally get the urge to knock on your door


To answer your sweet voice when you once again say

“Hello, is there anyone there”

When I get the urge to call you

I pray for the day

Each night when I lay my head upon my pillow

I know it’s not just another dream

I’m just Looking for the strength to ask you…

Tibetans worshipping idols, from China Illustrata , p. 72.



Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson


When I was young I didn’t have much

Not because we were poor

Because we weren’t

Not because no one cared

Because everyone did

It was because my parents wanted to teach me

That there are many more among us that truly have nothing

We have each other

We have our neighbors

We have our church

We have our memories

We have all that we need

When I was young

My idols could be found on TV

My idols were my neighbors

My idols were my friends

My idols were my family

Now many of them have passed

The shows have come and gone

My friends have moved away

And my family, those that remain

are mostly scattered about

So my idols are now my children and my husband and the family that remains

My idols are

The children of the world that will sculpt our future

Those who are hard at work

Those that are surviving

Those who are waiting to be noticed

Those who are waiting for help

Those who are fighting for their lives

Idols come in all shapes and sizes

Idols come


Idols go

But we must go on living

Little do you know

You too are someone’s Idol