Says Lionel Richie
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
Sky-High, Looking Down on You©
Felina Silver Robinson
Copyright 2014
I soar overhead
Looking down on all that you do
I see some scurry on their way to work
Others are off to school
I see old man Parker sitting on his porch stoop
All the pigeons gather with their beaks out
Waiting for their morning bread
Mr. Lee opens up his market
Placing fruits and vegetables outside his door
Officer Bill walks his morning beat
And Lucy’s out for her morning jog
All these things I miss
Now that I soar in the sky-high above you
I feel displaced here in limbo
Hoping for something different from what I now have
More like I was use too so long ago
If only it was yesterday
And all could be done again
Maybe, just maybe
I’d be back there with you again
Until then I stay sky-high, looking down on you
My Poem of the Day
(10/24/14)
Fading Into the Darkness©
I slip slowly into the darkness
I watch the last glimmer of light fade along with me
Voices faintly heard and just about gone
Memories evaporated that are lost on me now
My size no longer matters
I no longer feel bad about my weight
No one to cackle at my clothes
I no longer care when I’m indisposed
Because no one sees but me
And those like me
Couldn’t be bothered
I miss the life I once had
But now I have choice with no demands
I’m now as peace for
The darkness shed me a new light
Copyright 2014
Fading Into the Darkness©
Felina Silver Robinson
This poem is one in a collection
in tribute to my niece Maryann Hamilton
R.I.P. Maryann
10/24/1983-10/23/2014
My Poem of the Day
(10/22/14)
Slowly Dying©
You left me crying while you lay slowly dying
Stumped by a system bent on tradition
To turning a blind eye on those who need them the most
You sat in a cell
Living through hell
Day in and day out
Battered and bullied
By those who always have something to prove
Don’t ask me why I’ve relied
on
A system that’s always plotting
To be certain that you wont walk out talking
About the cracks in halls of justice
Once you fight their actions
That caused you
To no longer want
To be here among the land of the living
Instead you left me here crying while you lay there slowing dying
While I stand here fighting and relying on “we the people”
To bring you justice
Copyright 2014
Slowly Dying©
Felina Silver Robinson
This poem is a tribute to my niece Maryann Hamilton
My Poem of the Day
(09/22/14)
A Mother Lost©
A mother loves her child
Through thick and thin
Inside and Out
The question is
Does she love herself the same
Mother and child
Two peas in a pod
Filled with laughter
Filled with hope
Lending a hand wherever it’s needed
Giving smiles a mile long with hugs that comfort
A mothers job is never done
A mothers job is never easy
Sometimes the toll it takes goes unseen
Sometimes the wounds just won’t heal
Sometimes there’s no more running and no more hiding
Sometimes those who vowed to protect her just can’t do what it takes to save her
So feeling she no longer has a choice
She thinks it best to leave this place
The Place she’s called home
With those she’s dedicated her life to
But she chooses to leave without them
Including her child
The one she adores
The one she vowed to protect at any cost
Maybe, just maybe
She felt this what was best
So now she’s gone
Seated high above with the angels
Looking down on her child
Hoping to be forgiven
For what she felt was right
Believing things would be better
A mother will always do anything
To protect those she loves
This mother was lost
But now she’s found
High in the sky
Just glance up above and you may see her
She’s the one with the bubbly laugh
And the smile that doesn’t quit
Copyright 2014
A Mother Lost©
Felina Silver Robinson
This poem is dedicated to a friend of mine who passed away recently.
She leaves behind her loving son and new husband. May she find her peace in the sky above.
Domestic Violence
When Someone You Know Needs Help!©
Copyright 2014
By Felina Silver Robinson
I know you’ve seen it
But were too embarrassed
To do anything
To say anything
Sometimes you were paralyzed with fear from what you saw
You had nightmares riddled with guilt
Wondering if anything became of what you saw
But told no one about
Your next encounter
Is in your very own building
You’re unlocking your apartment door
And
You spot a child in the corridor with his father
Being punched in the face
Then kicked in the buttox
He couldn’t have been more than 9 years old
You know there is nothing that warrants that type of abuse
Domestic Violence has all sorts of ages
All sorts faces
The reasons
Excuses are endlessly mounted
By
Alcoholics
Those suffering from
Mental Illness
Head Injuries
And
Anger Management
Sometimes though
It’s due to just plain ignorance
When we don’t teach
There’s nothing to learn
When we don’t correct bad behavior
It just continues
When we allow the behavior
We nourish it
When we let the behavior go unpunished
More innocent people end up maimed or dying
Then we are left with the aftermath
Families in therapy for what could be the rest of their lives
Don’t stand there watching
When Someone You Know Needs Help!
You never know when fate is aimed your way
Guilt and innocence
You pick a side
This poem is one of many written in the hopes of raising awareness about domestic violence. This is a serious problem that has plagued us all for decades even centuries. I believe its been inbred in many and they are not even aware of what they are doing nor are the aware of the consequences to themselves or their victims. Changes can only be made once the problem is acknowledged and both the victim and the abuser become willing to take action only then can progress be made. Are you ready to lend a hand or a shoulder to those in need? Take Action and defeat the beast known as Domestic Violence.
My Poem of the Day
(09/15/14)
Second Chances©
I saw my life flash before my eyes
I saw glimpses of my past and pieces of my future
I heard your voice calling me
Begging for my return
Telling me to hold on
Reminding me of all that I had to live for
I reached for you
But something or someone wasn’t finished with me
There was more I was meant to see
I saw anguish
I saw pain
I saw promise
I saw joy
I sat upon the scale
Trying to balance out my life
There was no going back until I could get it all to work
I saw blood, sweat and tears
I saw my face in the mirror putting in the time and effort
Now I get it
Now I’ve earned the chance
Not just the chance
But a second chance
At life, at love and at feeling
The light that now fills the room
Is me
I’m glowing
Because I’m back
Thanks to you
For wanting me
For needing me
And for giving me a reason to live
I’m grateful and I’m ready
To get back on the horse and begin again
To start anew
Just me and you
I’m so glad for second chances
Copyright 2014
Second Chances©
Felina Silver Robinson
My Poem of the Day
(08/29/14)
Your Hand
Feelings of regret
Wishing I had listened
That I had heard your cries
That I was there to hold your hand
In sickness and in health
Through thick and thin
I should have been there
But I let work get in the way
I couldn’t put my foot down
I didn’t demand the time off
And I slowly let you slip away
And now that you’re gone
I sit here alone in the darkness
No more work
Worse than that
No more you
Now left not knowing
Where to turn
What to do
My apologies fall on deaf ears
The only opinion that matters is yours
And you can no longer hear me
Life will never be the same
I feel I may go insane
If only I could find a way
To turn back the clock
And
Just hold your hand
Copyright 2014
Your Hand©
Felina Silver Robinson