Phil Roberts
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DOING THE DYING THINGA Poem by Phil RobertsCoughing like a cold startWheezing like a bagSpitting through the back doorHave another fagDoing the dying thingFilling up an ash-trayFeeding a fat fa.. |
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EXCUSESA Poem by Phil RobertsSlender and tenuous reasonsRun through the droplets of motiveWhich impel us in our actionsDirect us toour self-fulfilling fatesOur cleverly devised mi.. |
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THE DOUBTFUL RESTLESSA Poem by Phil RobertsBorn to Mother MaliceIn a merciless time and placeWhere thought so oftenGave way to fightWhat chance of trust here?And so there is no anchorFor a rest.. |
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WHEN I GO TO SLEEPA Poem by Phil RobertsWhen I go to sleep at nightI leave the TV set onWith electric shadowsFlickering around the wallsNot because I fear the darkWhich is a friend of mineBu.. |
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HE SAID.....SHE SAIDA Poem by Phil RobertsHe said, "I'm homesick."She said, "You are home."He said, "I know and I'm sick of it."She said, "You need a hobby.Why don't you collect something?"He .. |
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LOVE NEEDSA Poem by Phil RobertsShe cries tears of mother's ruin"Look at me!It's been so hardAll of my lifeAnd I've had to fightFor my own patch of lightStill, no-one ever looks at m.. |
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WAITINGA Poem by Phil RobertsWe made a vow, you and IIn the sight of no-oneOther than our soulsWhere the truth dwellsAnd awaits usMiles apart within these islesWith hearts keeping.. |
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HEARTBEATS AND STONESA Poem by Phil RobertsIn the old part of townThere are still cobbled streetsAnd at one timeThese streets were surroundedBy living working millsMarking the towns heartbeatTw.. |
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WORLD WEARYA Poem by Phil RobertsI am so tiredAnd it's the kind of tirednessThat no amount of sleep or restCan ever cure or easeWorld weary is what I amAll my lifeFor as long as I can.. |
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HOLD ON TO MEA Poem by Phil RobertsWhen your footsteps falter and slipHold on to meIf your eyes fill with tearsAnd the future seems blurred and distantI'll be there to take your handYou.. |
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