Lost Voice Of A Lark

Political- Poem

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Fri, 07 Mar 2025 03:52:00 +0000

In the land of red hats and loud cheers,They cast their votes, fueled by fears. Promises made, but not always kept, In the end, it's their own dreams that wept.

Tax cuts for the rich, the wealthy thrive,
While the working class struggles to survive.
Policies that strip the safety net bare,
Leaving many in despair, gasping for air.

They rallied for change, a brighter day,
But found themselves led astray.
For in the quest to make things great,
They overlooked their own true fate.

Now it's time for them to see the light,
Now it’s time to stand together, and unite.
To fight against the Liar.
Since this situation has become Dire.

None of them respect the laws.
They came For All,
not just one.
Make those phone calls
Before we all fall.
For no one has won.

Hello Creep (Poem)

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Sat, 18 Jan 2025 04:42:00 +0000

Darkness just won't let me be.
Around the corner, I do see
Creeping up on me like an old friend.
I thought last year was the end,
Yet here we go again.

The repeat of depression,
Nightmares are now in session.
Do you have any more confessions?
The weight of sorrow, with no concessions.
In the shadows, I am bound by silent screams,
Just like the horror movie scenes.
No one around,

A battle fought within my mind.
Peace and solace, are too hard to find.
Yet through the darkness, I will strive
To find the light to stay alive.

Pushing through the sorrow and pain,
Reminding them of my roots and name.
This too shall pass,
Just like broken glass,

Reflecting the evil smile,
So vile.
The demon didn't make a peep,
Only took one giant leap
Into my mind with whispers deep,
In the silence, secrets keep.

Chaotic Year

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Thu, 16 Jan 2025 23:02:00 +0000

In the whirlwind of days,

time's frantic race,

Moments blur, a chaotic embrace.

From dawn's first light to midnight's deep,

A year of turmoil, promises to keep.

Storms of change, relentless and wild,

Dreams once clear, now beguiled.

Through the tempest, we navigate,

Seeking calm amidst the fate.

Laughter mingles with tears unshed,

Paths once taken, now misled.

Yet in the chaos, strength we find,

Resilience blooms, heart and mind.

Each challenge faced, a lesson learned,

In the fire, our spirits burned.

From ashes rise, anew we stand,

A testament to life's grand plan.

Two Poems

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Sat, 02 Sep 2023 05:16:00 +0000

Falling Through The Cracks
I speak my words with power and grace
But the pen is mightier than my voice
Yet those who need to hear them most
Are deafened by their own noise
I wipe the tears that stain my face
Insurance has betrayed me
They deny me what I need to live
A diabetic by my genes
They say it's not essential
Or life-preserving
How can they be so cruel?
Insulin to regulate my blood
A meter to keep track
Without them I'm in danger
Of falling through the cracks

Agony
I speak my words, but no one hears
The pen is mightier, they say
But words are wasted on deaf ears
That only know how to betray
I cry alone, with tears that burn
Insurance has denied me care
They say I don’t need what I earn
They say my life is not their affair
I need insulin to survive
I need to check my glucose level
But they don’t care if I’m alive
They only care about their bevel
I doubt their logic and their morals
I doubt their humanity
I doubt my life and all its sorrows
As I sit here in agony

Taking Notes

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Thu, 31 Aug 2023 03:43:00 +0000

I sit here with a foggy mind
When I used to learn, my brain was confined
My thoughts were always racing
But now I’m only tracing

The daily routine is no longer the same
A pencil dangles over the paper frame
I write down what I think
Or else my ideas will sink
I seek some treatment for my pain

Nothing seems better
Nothing feels right
But I’m still ready to fight
For justice and for light

Everyone says they’re in the same boat
But they don’t know how hard it is to stay afloat
I wear hoodies like a coat
And take notes while I hope.

The Lark

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Mon, 21 Aug 2023 23:35:00 +0000

Little Song Bird
Soaring against the wind
With courage and persistence
Does he sing a tune of sorrow
Or a melody of bliss
What is his message
Can he still sing

Has he wandered off his path
Has he been forsaken
Where is his flock
Isolated in this world

But he flies on freely
And he sings on
Whether it's a warning
Or a cheerful chirp

He will endure
Larks have always flourished
No drama
No stress

Wouldn't it be a blessing
If we could learn from him
Take a page from his book
Let's be like the Lark

©️2023 M. Robbins

Drown In Poverty

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Mon, 21 Aug 2023 23:29:00 +0000

Life is a storm that rages on
So goes the common phrase
But I feel life’s a bitter pill
The rich always take the glaze

When will dawn break for the poor
Who struggle to survive
The boat is small, the sea is rough
Get another job they chide

Three jobs he has and still we drown
In bills and debts galore
The media feeds me with their lies
To flee is my only wish

Recession looms as prices soar
Depression lurks behind
A lesson learned too late for us
We should have questioned more

Is this the vision of our founders
Who fled from unjust taxes
Now we are under blunt axes
The rich have turned their backs

Tyranny reigns over the poor
Can anyone hear our plea
We frown in pain and misery
We drown in poverty

©️2023 M. Robbins

Halloween

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Fri, 18 Aug 2023 19:33:00 +0000

The night is dark and full of fright
The moon is pale and cold
The pumpkins grin with a wicked light
The ghosts and ghouls are bold

They roam the streets and knock on doors
They ask for tricks or treats
They scare the kids and make them roar
They laugh at their defeats

But do not fear, it's all in fun
They mean no harm or ill
They only want to have some fun
And give you all a thrill

So join them in their spooky spree
And dress up as you like
And celebrate this night with glee
And have a happy Halloween night!

©️2023 M. Robbins

Waiting For Their Confession

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Fri, 18 Aug 2023 19:26:00 +0000

Here I sit, contemplating
Depression fills my brain
PTSD plays its game
Mental illness dominates

I tried to help people clear their name
But rumours ensued and destroyed
The enemy was a media advertiser
A person who abused their power

A person paid to lie every day
But everyone was mesmerized
Everyone believed her lies
Never to realize
How wrong she was

Now I think about my demise
I'm tired of the spies
I'm tired of proving my innocence
I'm tired of playing self-defence

I'm tired of the pain
I'm tired of the horrid memories
I'm not the person she claims I am
I never did the things she said

She projected her crimes onto me
But everyone is blind and can't see
All because she's a paid media goon
Who made me the loon

She spewed venom like a snake
She said: You're not an artist
You're not a poet or writer
You're not anything
I'll take the piss out of you

She admitted that she was lying
In a UK slang
But everyone ignored that part
Now I have a dying heart

She tore me apart
She tarnished me
She ruined my chances to succeed
All because of her dirty deed

I told the truth with the information given
But even that organization's CEO was a liar
They all threw me under the bus
Reputation ruined and friends lost

They put me on the cross
Made me the martyr
For their twisted games
While taking others down in flames
Continuously blaming me
While I watched their lies unfold

My life uprooted times three
I tried to ignore it
I tried to defend myself with the truth
I showed the proof
But it didn't matter to the masses

Ten years and still no peace
Because she has family that are police
Nepotism was her saviour
Even though she has bad behaviour

She should be in jail
For malicious communication
For online cyberstalking
While her cronies did offline stalking
For gross violation of privacy
For sharing private addresses

Her crimes list is miles long
But she's spared
She's protected by media legal
She's protected by nepotism

All I can do is watch my life fade away
All I can do is let the reaper take me away
Let his scythe end my life
My hours wasted
My trust betrayed

Never will I help another soul
Never will I trust humanity
Never will I live again with happiness
This is my death note before my illness takes me
All because of dirty lies
My Character is Murdered

Think of this as thirteen reasons why
Bullied, stalked, harassed
Mentally, verbally, and emotionally drained
Nothing can be regained

I sit here in the sorrow
They continue to burrow
Deeply infesting me with depression
Waiting for their confession

©️2023 M. Robbins

Neuropathy

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Thu, 17 Aug 2023 21:40:00 +0000

A Rare Neuropathy

I feel a tingling in my toes

And daggers in my feet

A numbness in my fingers

And electrocution in my body

A pain that's hard to beat

I wonder what is happening

Why my nerves are in distress

I search for an explanation

But I only find more stress

I learn that I have a rare neuropathy

A condition that affects the nervous system

It can be caused by many things

Yet mine was caused by negligence

I try to find a treatment

But there is no cure

I have to manage my symptoms

And hope they don't get worse

Yet I go through hell every winter

With hoodies piled on

Still the pain persists

Yet push on I do

I cope with medication

And some alternative therapies

I exercise and eat well

And avoid the triggers that I see

The only thing helpful is weed

I live with a rare neuropathy

But I don't let it define me

I have more to offer than my pain

I have dreams and goals and family

I have a dream to be an Author

Of many genres and imagery

Yet clearly it’s a struggle

Just to get one blank page done

I hope for a better future

Where neuropathy can be healed

Where science can find a solution

And relief can be revealed.

©️2023 M. Robbins

Eye Pain

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Sun, 13 Aug 2023 00:02:00 +0000

Here I sit and wait

As I stare at fate

Malicious grin upon her face

Then disappears without a trace

Two small needles for the eyes

Anxiety continues to rise

Tons of numbing drop

I just want all this to stop

One more month to go

As my tears just flow

And my depression does grow

As I watch a flying crow

Will this be the day

Will I go blind

Let me have a rewind

I won’t pray

Prayers solved nothing

Once again out of breath and huffing

Anxiety strikes

Jab me with those spikes

Now it starts to rain

Eye injections

For corrections

Leaving only Eye Pain

©️2023 M. Robbins

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Books and A Rant

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Mon, 31 Jul 2023 02:16:00 +0000

I'm currently in the process of writing a few children's books. I will be self-publishing on Amazon "Kindle". Although, I'm not really sure how everything will work out. I've never published anything before, except in the public domain. Currently, I am working on a learning shapes book for toddlers and up. I'm using Corel Paintshop Pro and AI programs for the images. I already have one book available for pre-order, for the "Kindle/E-reader". It will be available on August 8, 2023. I will link it here when it's available. I'm hesitant about this book, I really don't know if it will be approved for "Paperback" or if anyone will actually like it.

Truthfully I made the book for my little one, to help him learn to count to 10, years ago and I'm just now deciding to publish it. Because my family encouraged me to do so. It's a fun way to learn. Through reading and the cute character images, I've made. He seems to enjoy the book and the characters in the book. Yet, you know, that is my kid. He's just happy being around his parents, and doing whatever is fun. Lol

Rant: I'm starting with children's books, before I get into the heavy-duty publishing, of my Sci-Fi/Fantasy series. Seeing as everything, is literally offensive to people, nowadays. Literally, just look what's happening to a children's classic book Arthur the Aardvark: Birthday Party. A simple spin-the-bottle spot on the page and cartoon apparently, offended Bruce Friedman, with an explanation of it as "Damaging Souls". Seriously?

Francine the Monkey in Marc Browns Arthur's, Birthday Party. Gave Arthur a gift. Francines Spin The Bottle. She spun it at the Birthday party for Arthur and Muffy. When Francine showed Arthur how to play, the Spin the Bottle game, it landed on Arthur's pet dog, and the dog licked Francines' face. Please explain how this damaged souls? I've played Spin the Bottle, in First and Second grade, yet, you know what? It never involved "Kissing". It involved "Hugs", or a question every time it would land on you. Like What's your favorite Color, Character, or even Animal. It landed on a pet dog, and the dog licked Francine, ergo, it didn't really teach the kid to "kiss", anyone. It just showed an over-excited puppy licking a person he liked. That's IT. It showed compassion towards an Animal and an animal's compassion towards a person or in this case, a Monkey named Francine. This makes me think, Mr. Friedman doesn't want to teach children how to be nice to animals either. That's what I'm getting from all of this.

What this is really about, is being compassionate, and inclusive. Apparently, these people don't want their children to be nice, or have any friends at all! I'm sorry to say, not really sorry, however, friendship is an important part of childhood development. Teaching kids to be kind, caring, and compassionate towards others. (Just like the bible does, and I'm not religious, and I know this is what the bible actually taught) Is apparently, wrong, for these types of people. I really don't get it, I honestly do not.

Other writers, from my group are extremely hesitant to write and publish anything, now, because of all the cancelations and petitions or bills trying to ban books. I really want to know what the heck is wrong with being "Inclusive", "compassionate", kind, and caring towards others. Why wouldn't we want to teach our children these things?

My Animal Characters talk, will mine be canceled too, for talking animals, as Charlottes Web was? Very Nerve-wracking, I'm telling you.

I'm just going to say it; If you don't like a book, and others do. Just DON'T BUY THE BOOK. Stop ruining literature for everyone else. That includes movies and TV shows. Just leave it alone. Flip the channel, or just don't see that movie. Plain and Simple.

Movies, TV shows, and literature are all forms of ART, an expression of oneself. These people are literally, trying to silence others, from the FREEDOM TO EXPRESS oneself. No one is doing that to them, No one canceled Kid Rock for shooting Budlight cans. Because he has Freedom to express himself and show his "disappointment". Granted in a stupid and hostile way, yet, still he had the freedom to do so. Although, I will never be buying his music or listening to any of it again. That's just me, yet I'm not trying to cancel or ban him. Now am I? Nope, I'm simply not buying and turning it off.

Do I think there are certain things, children shouldn't watch or read? Yes, and that's why there are age-limit guidelines for each show/movie/book. How much more censoring needs to be done? You are the parent, if you don't want your kid watching or reading something, it's YOUR JOB to monitor that, not the Government. This is why parental controls are available for electronics, apps, etc. Use those instead of pitching a holy terror fit and ruining it for everyone else. FFS, Y'all are acting like you don't know how to Parent! Then act like you do, and try TO PARENT other people's children. THAT'S NOT YOUR JOB. Your JOB is to PARENT YOUR OWN KID. Seriously, keep your a-holeness to yourself! I rather raise a child who is COMPASSIONATE, KIND, CARING, EMPATHETIC. Who TREATS EVERYONE EQUALLY and accordingly, based on attitude and actions, not color or orientation. (MLK/JFK).

Yet once you cross the line of writing or acting inclusively, you're canceled or banned. It makes so much sense, doesn't it? SMH.

Let's raise bigots and full-fledged A-holes, making the world more of a dystopia than a utopia. A Utopia, Where everyone is nice, caring, and kind. Empathetic and compassionate even. Equal and equity even.

Let's just keep the Dystopia, stop the niceties, and let's all be A-holes for the rest of the time, we have left! Flipping cheeses on a graham cracker. Enough of the hatred and bigotry. Seriously, just enough.

Literally, throwing my hands up at all of this BS. End Rant.

Karma

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Sat, 27 May 2023 18:36:00 +0000

Keep talking shit
I’m not going to listen
Watch the sun glisten
As I sleep one More time
As the bell did chime
Death and soon to forget
Just know I didn’t quit
Lies you spewed
Lives ruined
You are the cause of the Fued
You are filled with guilt
On the lies you built
No longer Present
Moon of crescent
Gone back to soil
As the world does toil
You will always Regret
And That’s KARMA

©️ 2023 Mary Robbins

Nightmares

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Sat, 27 May 2023 18:31:00 +0000

Nightmares and screams
Nothing is as it seems
Something wicked this way come
People, get ready to run
Spinal chills
Cold does linger
Screw the cheap thrills
Staying stagnant kills
Keep pointing the finger
Pray those dreams don’t come true
Away from here and the shrew.
Darkness gathers
Everything curse
Everything shatters
No longer safe on earth

Living Death

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Thu, 06 Oct 2022 19:06:00 +0000

Each Breath Is Like The Last
My life seems to be slipping fast
Anxiety Quickens The Inhale
I feel like I have and will continue to fail

Struck With Neuropathy
Electric Daggers Under My Skin
I don’t want your fake sympathy
I’ve already been tossed in the bin

Health Taken In My Own Hands
Manage My Own Pain, as it stands
One puff or Two
Medical Marijuana Relief This is True

Even Still Pain Will Return
Again I yearn
For final Relief
Take it, life thief

I will Confess
As I hold my breath
My life is a mess
I’m living Death

My Rights

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Fri, 29 Jul 2022 17:23:00 +0000

Today I awake without autonomy

Yet they keep the sodomy

Today I awake with restrictions

Yet they follow teachings with contradictions

Today I awake less free

Today we see

We will rise

Don’t act surprise

We will March

And lead the charge

We will fight

Do hold on tight

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn

The Valkyrie has blown the horn

War is on the horizon

There’s no ruling with Religion

Since all it does is poison

My Body My Choice

My Mouth My Voice

My Mind My Word and Words hold power

They will fall from their tower

Society has too many plights

Just so they can dim the lights

Leaving people without sights

Here we are to clarify

Justice is what we verify

All while fighting for my rights

We Don't Need War

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Mon, 28 Feb 2022 20:45:00 +0000

Swinging The Double Edge Sword
Cutting The Cord
Thousands Fall
Hear The Call

We Need A Hero
We Need A Miracle
Just Like a Spiro
And Not Theoretical

Everything Torn Asunder
While Bombs Fall Bringing the Thunder
People Flee
They want to be Free

Questions Aren’t Answer
Building Like Cancer
Everything Continues To Fester
Evil Is The Contester

Invading instead of Diplomacy
Whatever happen to Democracy
Everything turned into a Fallacy
With A Mafia Policy

Barricade The Door
Stay Low To The Floor
Stay True To The Core
We Don’t Need War

Break The Wall

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Mon, 10 Jan 2022 00:25:00 +0000

Break The Wall

The New Year Filled With Sadness
Depression has taken my gladness
I’m dead inside
With nothing to hide
Everything lacks Joy
Feeling like my body is made of alloy

Emotions are useless
A blank canvas and museless
This year I have no care
Untrue Rumors are All I hear
They have no Fear
No Guilt do they bare

They made me cold
My Heart is now steal
Truth Be Told
With one movie reel
You’ll see how I really feel
No one will get another deal

Welcome to my hell
No wings and fell
PTSD casts the spell
Thought of Revenge as I dwell

All they do is stall
They kept making me fall
Memories heavy to haul
Using it as a wrecking ball
As I break the WALL

Chaos into bliss

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Mon, 15 Nov 2021 06:19:00 +0000

I’m just one voice

That made one choice

Speak my mind

Where my words will bind

Give it time

That light will shine

The ignorant will be educated

While the logical will be celebrated

More People will be open minded

No longer will they be blinded

No longer thinking their superior

Everyone is equal and not inferior

Speaking truth is Praised

And children are correctly raised

Where strays have homes

And nobody roams

With the meaningful kiss

Chaos into bliss

No More

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Tue, 24 Aug 2021 10:13:00 +0000

Enough is enough

The mind is weak

From the lack of sleep

This you cannot tweak

As everyone will weep Because I wasn't tough

There is no settling the score

There is no more war

Yet there is the door

Walk away before you hit the floor

Words cannot help you

People see the lies

Nothing you say is true

You’re nothing more than flies

Your routine is a bore

Defending myself is no longer a chore

Attention you get no more

Lies

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Thu, 15 Jul 2021 01:53:00 +0000

Manipulation with your silver tongue
Thinking you've finally won
Only to find you awoken the wasps and got stung
The bell has been rung

Keep repeating alt-facts thinking this will make it true
You've lost all respect and now you're through
You've lost it all even your crew
You don't phase me get a clue

I sit here and present facts
While you put on acts
The rumors are your tacts
I see through the cracks

Word of the wise
I don't care if you despise
It's not a surprise
And you can keep your Spies
I'll just keep Debunking your lies

Agony

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Fri, 25 Jun 2021 23:01:00 +0000

Fighting The Depression
As if I were giving a Confession
My Brain isn't learning the Lesson
With a 24/7 Video Therapy Session

Everything is on Repeat
Eyes burning with this heat
I'm in Hells Delux Suite
In this round, I think I am beat

This month is not nice
Triggers in a row Twice
I'm not lucky with the dice
My mind has been sliced

Out on the limb
As the lights go dim
Fighting 24 without a win
Fighting to protect my kin

Sleepless nights
I know my rights
Yet constant mind fights
everything is out of my sights

This demon likes to antagonize
My soul and body is its prize
I'm alone and he doesn't realize
This visit though was a surprise

This is my limit
I want to pivot
And skip it

This is a tragedy
horror of calamity
Just living in Agony

Explosions

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Wed, 16 Jun 2021 03:10:00 +0000

I'm Trapped in my mind
As explosions become louder
And the media does streamline
He had chemicals and powder

Confined to the basement
As it sounds like a warzone
and the house is vibrating
my body in displacement
while fire is emanating

Terror lasted two hours
As my PTSD devours
Everyone is traumatized
Stay inside police advised

Hearting is pumping
Head is thumping
Anxiety takes my breath
Is this my death

I was here
While you were there
Saying it's not a big deal
Are you for real!

Wild Emotions
Loud Commotions
Blank Stare
Fear and confusions being aware
With horrible Explosions

Battlefield

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Wed, 09 Jun 2021 03:35:00 +0000

That saying of Love is a Battlefield
The person was wise beyond years
Love makes people face those fears
While making the heart yield

Sealing love with a kiss
As if life depended on it
The relationship can be hell or bliss
Staying connected with each other though takes wit

Words always fall short
thus we're left with an emotional fort
And sometimes even court
Where you just want to take a trip to the port

Love is a mess
Love is Complicated
Love comes with modesty and full of express
And excitement is elated

Yet sometimes family can dictate
Family can destroy intimacy
Making everything look like a conspiracy
Even making people debate

Is this love true
Or is this love through
Words can hurt and reveal
As Family can seal the unwanted deal

One may be broken
While the other is bound and choking
Action is the only truth spoken
While the heart keeps hoping

One may have fallen in love
Yet the other kept getting the big shove
One is torn asunder and not healed
The Other Still Fights on the Battlefield

Car From Hell

noreply@blogger.com (Mary Robbins - Poetry) — Sun, 06 Jun 2021 22:08:00 +0000

This car has an issue that can't be fixed
My feelings have been mixed
Transmission kicks and is very betwixt
It's in a position stuck and affixed

Transmission is Old and Going
Engine like on and showing
Signs of EVAP issue growing
Soon this car will need towing

Fix one problem and another comes
Bang the tires and the oil drums
Money spent and it was large sums
Crazy ahead there are no more funds

Ringing the bell
I know what the mechanic will tell
Don't need to create the bill or even spell
This is a Car from Hell

Lost Voice Of A Lark

Political- Poem

Hello Creep (Poem)

Chaotic Year

Two Poems

Taking Notes

The Lark

Drown In Poverty

Halloween

Waiting For Their Confession

Neuropathy

Eye Pain

Books and A Rant

Karma

Nightmares

Living Death

My Rights

We Don't Need War

Break The Wall

Chaos into bliss

No More

©2021 By M. Robbins

Lies

Agony

Explosions

Battlefield

Car From Hell