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My Poem of the Day

Self Judgment© – My Poem of the Day (12/08/14)


The mirror that hangs highly upon my wall

Shows me not as you see me

But as I see myself

The beauty you know

Seems to hide from me

Every sin I know of others

I feel hiding beneath my skin

I’m frightened to peek through the glass

Fearing the vision I may see

I know it won’t truly be me

But do I take the risk to see what others have created

Must I be forced to hold their sins in view

So now I judge myself asking what kind of person am I

That I see and hold onto to the sins of others

And wonder what my peers must think of me

There’s no stronger judgment than the judgement I give myself

So sinners take your penance and come take your sins from me

So that I can look in my mirror and see what you see

And see me only as myself

Copyright 2014

Self Judgment© – My Poem of the Day (12/08/14)

Felina Silver Robinson

My ThrowBack Thursday Poem of the Day


K.C. & The Sunshine Band

Dancing The Night Away©

35 Years ago

In my mothers living room

Me, my brother and my sisters

Were dancing barefoot

On my mothers baby blue, hairy, plush rug

On this one rainy Saturday afternoon we decided to “dance the night away”

We played one record after another

Until we came upon K.C. & The Sunshine Band’s

(Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty

Suddenly, we heard someone running down the hall

Imagine all of our surprise

When that someone turned out to be our

One and only mother

And you’ll never believe what she started to do

She decided to (shake, shake, shake), shake her booty

We couldn’t believe what we were seeing

But suddenly

We were all doing it

That was some of the best three minutes and 3 seconds we ever had

We still remember it just like it was yesterday

Thanks for the memories K.C. & The Sunshine Band

Copyright 2014

Dancing The Night Away©

By Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day

Music To My Ears©


As I wake each morn I have a hunger for the sound of a song

It doesn’t matter the tune

As long as I hear it ring against my ear

Music is my cup of water

Music is my bowl of rice

Music makes my heart beat

The sounds I hear bring rhythm to my soul

Music helps me make it through the day

There’s not much more that I can say

I work each moment with a tune against my ear

When a lay my head to rest

Music still rings the best tunes I know

against my temple as lay my head to rest

You can surely bet that there won’t be any more or any less

Of what I love the best

Ringing against my ear as I lay at rest

Each sound I hear is Music To My Ears

Copyright 2014

Music To My Ears©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day


 I fear the day that I wake up and you’re gone

There’s no sign that you ever existed

There’s no hope that we will ever be together again

Our entire past is wiped clean like a scene in a sci-fi movie

It leaves me wondering if I’ve lost my mind

People are sure to think I’ve gone mad

I find myself rocking and rambling on and on

About what I thought we once had and all we had done together

But all I see

Are faces of doubt and inquiry

I fear I should say no more because they’ll likely put me away

I can only pray that one day

We’ll be together again

In a different time

In a different place

Where everyone else won’t remember my face

Til then the fear will run deep inside me

Until again we meet

Copyright 2014

The Fear Deep Inside©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day


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The Things I Hold Near And Dear©

The baby held firmly against my chest

The gentle warm kiss from my husbands lips as he walks out the door

The words I love you from my kids each and every day

Knowing that mom and dad are still just a block and a half away

And my sisters though miles away are reachable by phone at a moments say

The morning sunrise

The moonlit sky

The face of my daughters handsome dog

The meows of my adoring cats

The many shoulders of adoring friends

And ample time to make all that is wrong right again

These are the things that I hold near and dear

Copyright 2014

The Things I Hold Near And Dear©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day



The Way You Look At Me©

The cold, hard, judgemental glare

You look me up, down and all over

Then turn up your nose and go onto say

Don’t you dare look at me that way

I stand shocked with my mouth hanging open

And I say you can’t possibly be talking to me that way

I stand here powerless say what truly comes to mind

Your repulsive behavior leaves me paralyzed with disappointed

And fearful of your purse ignorance

I by nature am a happy soul

Loving and accepting of all

You I find accept only those like yourself

Which I’m afraid is a mistake

So I offer you now a free word of advice

That you turn down your nose

And turn on your heart

I’m sure you’ll find

That you can play the part

Of a caring, warm and gentle soul

Leaving behind the hard shell of your past

Copyright 2014

The Way You Look At Me©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day



(Here we see three young females with elongated skulls, sitting on the laps of their parents who both have elongated skulls themselves.)

A Seat Upon My Lap©

When you crawled upon my lap last night

And snuggled nice and tight

I think you must have suffered a fright earlier that night

For some time has passed

Since you last

Sat upon my lap late a night

Now I find myself worrying about what keeps you awake when everyone else lays fast asleep

I wonder if your eyes will again be able to close without fright following behind you

I send you back to your big dark room

And offer a light to keep you company

You show your strength with and add a no

And off to sleep you go once more

Now I sit and rest my head tilting back in the chair in the corner of your darkened room

With the only light from the moonlit sky

Without a care in the world

You were down for the night

And now I know there’s no longer a need to worry

You won’t need to return

To the seat upon my lap

Until next you’re afraid of what goes bump in the night

Copyright 2014

A Seat Upon My Lap©

Felina Silver Robinson