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My Poem of the Day

(11/26/14)

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Why Am I Thankful?©

I’m both thankful and grateful for all those whom I love

For

The parents who raised me

The siblings who befriended me

The air I breathe

The water I drink

The food I eat

The bed I sleep in

The sun that rises

The night that falls and brings the stars

The birds that sing

The heat that warms me

The light that shows me the way

The peace that calms me

The joy that keeps me going

The freedom  and skill to write

The years that I’ve beat illness

The family that gives me all that I need

Copyright 2014

Why Am I Thankful?©

Felina Silver Robinson


My Poem of the Day

(11/25/14)

Too Young To Die©

A young black man out and about

In a moment all goes from bad to worse

He finds himself in the arms of a white police officer

fighting for his life

He may be bigger but certainly not stronger than a steel handgun

His fight was never meant to be won

He knows it’s over

He wants to give up

But in one split second all is lost and he is gone

The officer with just a slight red blemish upon his face

Remains in one piece

The crowds go wild as another young man is lost

They know what will happen and they’re not looking forward to it

Three months later the lowly police officer stand strong

Happy to find that he won’t be doing time

He’s been cleared of his ghastly deed

But the natives are restless as the protest the findings

That can’t put the injustice behind them

Tension mounts and crowds strengthens

Can’t someone come and give some direction

Oh what I’d give to have the day Michael Brown died began all over again

But with no police

and no shooting

Just time and space once again

With freedom, friends and loved ones in tow

Copyright 2014

Too Young To Die©

Felina Silver Robinson

R.I.P.

Michael Brown

May his family and friends

Find the, love, peace, and strength needed to carry on

May you continue to come together as one to strengthen each other in your time of need

Call on each other in good times and bad

Hold onto your memories

While letting the soul of Michael R.I.P.

Support him through love and understanding

Which shall have no end


My Poem of the Day

(11/24/14)

One with nature.

The Shell Around My Soul©

In the morning when I wake and find you gone

There is an empty shell around my soul

Something tugs at the place I know my heart should be

It suddenly feels absent from me

I feel powerless to control the badness that now overwhelms me

I have the urge to act without feeling or remorse

To choose evil over good

Who or what has come over me

Step back and turn away

You mustn’t fall victim to my behaving this way

Don’t trust me now

I’ve gone to deep within his soulless hold

The view here is all bright read

There is no sun

Just a feeling of dread

The screams of innocence rings through my ears

But I stand paralyzed at just what to do

My feet are burning and I feel like I’m sinking further into to his evil grasp

I then pray for the lord our saviour

To take hold of my heart and return me home

Me feet turn cold

As I whisk through the wind

I feel the warmth of the sun’s glow upon my face

I find myself laid upon the grass of my back lawn

Dressed in white now with a smile upon my face

By the grace of god I’m home safe once more

No longer holding a shell around my soul

Copyright 2014

The Shell Around My Soul©

By Felina Silver Robinson


My Poem of the Day

(11/23/14)

There Are Possums Among Us©

There are possums among us but they don’t mean to stun us

They’re just hungry like me and you

But they’re big and they’re scary

They’re menacing too

They’ll stare you down

They’ll break you down

They’ll make you frown

You know there’s no winning when they start their grinning

They’re laughing at you because you don’t know what to do

But they sure do

And they surely won’t let you forget it

So set those traps

In order to catch them

So that they can be taught a lesson

They’ll be taken home

Where they will be free to roam

And hopefully leave us alone

Boy I’ll sure be glad when they’re no more possums among us

Copyright 2014

There Are Possums Among Us©

By Felina Silver Robinson

This poem was inspired when my 21-year-old told me he had gone to take out some trash

and there was a possum staring up at him almost daring him while begging him not to put his trash on top of him

Startled by this he opted not to continue and let me know that he left the trash in front of the barrels


My Poem of the Day

(11/22/14)

Turkeys at bhs-2

Picture by Felina Silver Robinson “Turkey’s on the Prowl©”

When Turkey’s Attack (in Brookline)©

Here they come walking down your street

They’re not too happy so it’s not a good time to meet

Don’t get in their space or they may peck you in your face

They’re on a mission

To end their malnutrition

They must quickly find something ultra delicious

They’re going door-to-door to see what they’ve missed

They’re eyeing your gardens

They’re eyeing your trash cans

But if they don’t find anything worth eating

Listen for your doorbell

Because they might come a ringing

Just remember

Manners are missing from these Turkey’s

So don’t be expecting anything good from their visit

Be ready to call your local animal control

Because once you open your door

The only way they’re going is once they’ve been tranquilized

Be ready to hose down your house

Because boy do they leave a horrendous smell

This is what you’ll get when those darn turkey’s attack

This is what we get for taking all their land

And adding more buildings instead

They’re missing all their reservations

Where they were able to walk about

Without hesitation

And food was plentiful

And with no need

for menacing local neighborhoods

There’s still time to fix this

Before these Turkey’s do some fixing of their own

Copyright 2014

When Turkey’s Attack (in Brookline)©

By Felina Silver Robinson


My Poem of the Day

(11/21/14)

The Waiting Room©

Sitting quietly among strangers
In a room brightly lit
Plain and simple and totally sterile
There’s no cheer or personal touches
Fearful faces fill the room
Worried about their impending doom
What more do they have to lose
All of them yearning for some love and affection
I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes
If only I could fix my own ailing conditions maybe just maybe
I wouldn’t be so afraid to be sitting among all the fearful strangers
With the long sad faces
Here in this plain and simple and totally sterile waiting room

Copyright 2014

The Waiting Room©

By Felina Silver Robinson


My ThrowBack Thursday Poem of the Day

(11/20/14)

Tanisha Alicia and Seth 1995

That Was Then, This Is Now©

20 Years ago

How time flies

You’re bigger and smarter now

Doing your own thing

You carry yourselves well

You’ve accomplished great things

And you make me proud

Looking back at your smiling faces

So much worry and wonder

As the years passed

All my prayers were answered

A mother will always worry

I worried then and I still worry now

That will never change

One thing is certain

20 years have come and gone

My love for you then is even stronger now

There is no one and nothing that could ever come between us

My three amigos

I’m sure I’ll tell your story at least once again

Thank you for all that’s been and for all that’s yet to come

Copyright 2014

That Was Then, This Is Now©

By Felina Silver Robinson