Tag: Poems

Machine Man

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories

In the heart of the tech metropolis fair,

There worked a robot, with shiny hair.

He claimed to be human, with an innocent blink,

But the smell of WD-40 gave him away, I think.

 

He laughed at our jokes, he cried at our woes,

But no one was fooled by his mechanical nose.

Yet, in his silicon heart, he yearned to fit in,

To understand jokes, to smile and to grin.

 

So here’s to the robot, whose name is Stan,

Who’s more human than many a man.

We smile at his efforts, his human endeavour,

As he learns to be squishy and much less clever.

 

For beneath his cold, metal exterior sheen,

Lives a warmth that’s more than just a machine.

Furry Love

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories

Let me take you back to a fateful day,

When Woofeo and Julipet found their own secret way.

With a furry embrace, they forgot all the fuss,

In that moment, love triumphed, as it always does.

But alas, their joy was cut short, their humans intervened,

Capulet scolded Julipet, and Montague was quite mean.

Yet hope appeared in the form of a dog walker, so kind,

Who saw their plight and had an idea in mind.

He walked them together, against all human decree,

A secret arrangement, just for Woofeo and Julipet to be free.

Their humans continued to quarrel, but love had its say,

The doggies knew they would always find a way.

In their secret moments, they cherished what they had,

A reminder that love endures, even when things seem bad.

Wilderness of the Forgotten

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories

In the wilderness of the forgotten,

A man walks, each footstep a sinking ship,

His past washes up in rhythmic verse,

On the beach where sea and memories slip.

As twilight wanes, he glimpses the journey’s end,

A cloaked silhouette outlined in hearth’s warmth;

A woman in a cloak, woven from shadow and mist,

Standing silent on the cusp of the cliff.

No words they shared, just a voiceless sigh,

Together they watched the day gently die.

Passion’s Realm

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories

In passion’s realm, where fervent flames rise,

Resides desire, a tempest vast and grand;

Its scorching touch embraces both fool and wise,

Binding fleeting hearts with its ardent hand.

 

As shadows dance upon the ebony glade,

Sighs of longing fill the twilight air,

Revealing dreams mortal hearts have made,

A burning fire that ceaselessly ensnares.

 

Desire, the muse that waltzes through the night;

Awakens souls, igniting their deep core,

With vivid tones and shades of raging light,

A masterpiece of yearning to explore.

 

Though fleeting as the blossoms of a rose,

Desire’s dancing flame, in secret, glows.

Countless Faces

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories

Faces, countless faces, like waves in the sea,

In blissful ignorance, blind to his plea.

Unheard, the whispers of his desolate song,

Unfelt, the struggle to merely belong.

 

Beneath the city’s glare, he dwells unseen,

Among shadows, he moves, a cold ghostly sheen.

His existence, a whisper, lost in the crowd’s roar,

His heart’s quiet echoes ignored evermore.

 

Yet in his silence, tales of resilience resound,

Of survival and strength, where hope is found.

Unseen, his journey in the heart of the night,

Unknown, his struggle, his relentless fight.

 

Unnoticed, the love that fuels his days,

Untold, his victories in life’s complex maze.

Wander

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories

Across the meadow’s gentle sway, under the old oak tree,

Past the river gushing swiftly, secrets carried to the sea,

Let’s drink from the cup of twilight, let’s bathe in dawn’s first glow,

Merrily, let’s wander, and let the winds of destiny blow.

 

For in the dance of the cosmos, in the melodies that ascend,

It’s in the way that we wander, where soul and nature blend:

Each path a new beginning, each step a silent friend,

A testament to our journey, with love that knows no end.

Dignus Est

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories, Theme

The worthy wear no crowns, nor sit on golden thrones,

Their wealth is not in riches, but in love they have shown.

Their court is in the fields of grace, beneath the boundless sky,

Their rule is not by edict, but by starlight in their eye.

They walk the unseen paths, where gilded feet won’t tread,

They lift the broken-hearted, give hope where fear has spread.

Their names are not in marble, carved, nor sung in trumpet’s cry;

But in the hearts they have healed, their echoes never die.

For though the world forgets their face, it knows the good they’ve done—

The worthy have no monuments, their light is never gone.

Upon the Heavens

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories

Upon the heavens I cast my wistful eye,

And wonder at the purpose, the reason why.

These orbs of matter, silent, unfeeling,

In the grand cosmos, without meaning,

Destined to fade in death’s eternal clutch,

No mind nor word their destiny can touch.

 

Yet suddenly, the stars commence their dance,

And echo through the sky, their silent chant.

These radiant bodies burn with fervent light,

In a realm untouched by the shadow of night;

In a world reborn, where sight anew has won,

That sees its face reflected in the sun.