ECLIPSE
in Earth Poems
The eclipse of a sinking heart
Shackles the mourning sky
Sifted through tired trees
Strangled in red moonlight
Prescott A. Robbins
About Prescott A. Robbins
Prescott was young for his age, then he got older. His parents owned a house on Lake Erie in Ohio. He and his wife moved to California in 1977, (they have one son and one granddaughter). Prescott watched tv a lot in the winter which became his learning center. He never read required reading books, for school. But he doesn't miss what he didn't know. The 50's and 60's sit-coms were most of his education. FFP is the first poetry site he's signed up with which took 35 years to submit. Prescott is a self taught writer and reader which means he has an approval rating of one. (He smiles softly.) He remembers his mom reading all the time. He says she had a zillion books. Over many years he grew to love reading and then one day he just started writing poems and short stories. He often wonders if he hadn't been dyslexic would he have read and wrote at all? Prescott helped deliver a 44ft. sailboat from Kona Hawaii to the Marquesas Islands Drove through a hurricane (no hands lost) over 4,300
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STANDS TO REASON
in Anger Poems
Having a brother of the same heart.
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Sitting on a shoreline I was crossed
So many miles apart.
I'd not be jealous nor envious anymore -
I See You As Children Play
in War Poems
It's not just a name on some news flash
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Or a call from a voice never wanted
It's your smile, your face
Holding tightly your embrace -
A Change For Self--Is Selfless
A Change For Self--Is Selflessin Son Poems
You're older now but just twenty-five
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A young man with a boy still inside
I've helped you grow
And I'm humbled by what I seeFeatured Shared StoryA very special poem - you make it clear that family matters above all. Very best wishes, Ann.
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Brothers
in Fear Poems
My brother, my friend, flesh of eternal flesh.
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I hold you tightly in my mind.
Our need of life is without words.
We say little to one another but are so alike.
Poems by Prescott A. Robbins
Stories
Red skies in the morning sailors take warning: you filled in the blanks from many years past. Great description!!!
Hard to understand for those who have not spent time flipping off mother nature far from shore. I raced the Great Lakes from 1958 though 1977 out of Mentor Harbor Yacht Club aboard a Tartan 41. My friends that didn't go out on the water either didn't believe me or couldn't understand why I would sail non stop for 24 to 60 hours thirty miles off-shore with no chance of rescue should one of the crew need emergence help.
What I still miss the most about the mid-west/Erie is the thunder and lighting of a northwestern squall howling down on us like a run-a-way freight train, one hand for the boat-one hand for yourself.
Thanks for the memories
Mentally I didn't feel good today. Didn't want to read or write, was dead set against it. I talked myself in to one poem------It was the right one! Always amazing how words may create or devastate/// today I chose right!!!