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‘Trumpet Faces’ – An Original Poem By Red Robbin

Trumpet Faces

 

Having long lean necks and heads forth cocked
Springing straight up from grass so green
All staring ahead as if shell-shocked
How do they know which way to lean?

Crowned around with buttery petals
And in the midst a jutting bloom
Rich soil and fresh rain give them mettle
Bend and drink in their sweet perfume

Plants in sun hats on trumpet faces
Calling out to all of nature
Coinciding with baseball laces
Spring has arrived this is for sure!

Blossoms of cream, lemon and orange
Begin to flower in April
Atriums boast these within their fringe
Trumpet faces of daffodils

 

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 “What Is It? You Seem Stressed…” – Random Scene {Written By (Renee) The Writer At The Nexus}

 “What Is It? You Seem Stressed…”

 

The following is one of those random scenes I wrote just for creative release.  


“What is it? You seem stressed,” he says to me.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” But you’re not.

“No really, I’m a great person to talk to when you need to unload.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I just remembered I have to be somewhere.”

No you’re not a great person to talk to. You’re a blabbermouth. You’re one of those people who thinks other people will just listen to what you say and not watch what you do.

“Where you headed?”

“My therapist.” He won’t get that.

“Well hey, I’m headed downtown I can give you a lift.”

“That’s okay. I’d rather take the bus.” Now I’m just being rude.

“If you change your mind you know you can give me a call anytime.”

“Okay.” Yeah, I’m sure your wife would like that.

 


 

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‘Secrets Behind the Stone Wall’ A Poem by Red Robbin

Secrets Behind the Stone Wall

 

The Queen dazzled with red jewels at her throat
High atop the ancient castle standing tall
Looking down upon the fowl fettered moat
What secrets must hide behind that grand stone wall

Only the royal and the rich can have their way
Cakes, fine wine, and concubines on a whim
While woeful masses go hungry all day
Sunday, one day, the fat thank God in a hymn

Taxed heavily by those who hold all the power
The peasants unite to sustain each other
and gathered at the base of the tower
They bravely chose to serenade the Queen Mother

They sang the most splendiferous ballad
The Queen Mother rapt appeared within the hour
She led the chorus back to share ambrosia salad
For fun she was one never to cower

At nightfall, a royal assembly was called
The spry lady driven to reach a new decree
She exploited her wiles to keep partisans enthralled
So that the townspeople may forever be free.

 

Secrets Behind the Stone Wall – A Poem By Renee

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