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Lend Me Your Ear©

Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson


So often you’ve lent me a shoulder

I’ve leaned on you pretty hard lately

You’ve lent me your ear

The stories I’ve told are enough to send us worlds apart

Through thick and thin you’ve remained

There are no words I have to offer that could show my appreciation

Your dedication, friendship and love is more than I’ve ever deserved or expected

Now I come once more hoping you’ll lend me your ear

There’s nothing more soothing than my head upon your shoulder


Self Judgment©

Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson


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


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


What Am I? Who Am I©

Copyright 2014

Felina Silver Robinson


The reflection in the mirror doesn’t answer the question “What Am I? Who Am I?

My mother turned away each time I raised the subject of where I came from

What is there to be proud of?

Why do I feel shame?

Being native is something to be proud of

There is no shame in who and what you are

I need answers

I want answers

I deserve answers

I just want to know who and what I am

Outside of this shell I call my own

The one that tells you about who I am

And where I came from

But you can’t know of me

Before I know of me

I’m determined to find the answers

Before life’s end


What Am I? Who Am I


Dreams of Winter Are Almost Near©

Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson


Sweet smells of Cider tickle my nose amid the field of greens

The leaves are quickly falling from all the trees

Some barren some still with leaves to spare

Birds building nests to prepare for the colder weather

Everyone frantically clearing their yards to make way for the impending snow

Cool crisp blue winter skies are on the horizon

At day’s end topped off with a golden glow of the sunset

The moon and the star’s light up the night sky to lead all weary travelers a rye

There’s no time left in this here wary night It’s now time to lay down our weary heads

Sleep well to the morning’s light may the dreams for tomorrow hold you ever near

Dreams of Winter are almost near a time to hold close the ones you hold dear

Hence all becomes crystal clear as holidays near

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



Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson


This morning when I woke up

The sky was bright and cheery

As the moments passed

I heard the winds talking

Gathering up their strength

The sun ran for cover

The sky turned a mystical gray

There was a stillness in the air

Suddenly there was a chill to the air

Things outdoors started to toss about

The rain poured down forcefully

Trees ripped from the ground flying about like lost umbrellas

Landing on houses and cars

Houses are obliterated in seconds

People run for shelter unknowing of their fate

Screams of voices without faces

I close my eyes tightly and cover my ears

My hearts pounding

My bodies shaking

I’m counting the seconds that might be my last

As I start to pray

The warmth of the sun starts to heat upon my face

There’s no longer the sound of the beating wind

Things no longer fly about the sky

I’m sad to say things no longer look the same

Once I bravely open my eyes

Some houses made it

Houses no longer have an address

Houses that are now just a shell

Trees lay flung about like scattered bricks

An oil tanker sits in the river like a soggy pillow

So much lost

Not much will ever be the same

Another clean-up starts

Send your prayers for miracles

and helping hands

Maybe together

We can all begin again

Bye hungry Tornado

Sorry you felt the need to come our way