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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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    Poems by Prescott A. Robbins

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    My wife and I were walking along a well worn path, huge old trees lining both sides of a slow moving stream on the edge of a cool dark eve. She asked "what did you say?"
    I didn't say anything. But I did hear a hash lonely deep cry behind us up stream. We looked at each other and smiled knowing we've heard voices before.....

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    • Posted on 08/17/24

    in Earth Poems

    The eclipse of a sinking heart
    Shackles the mourning sky
    Sifted through tired trees
    Strangled in red moonlight

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  • STANDS TO REASON

    My brother-in-law had a stroke several years back. He was in the hospital and rehab for months. His legs did not respond to normal motor skills nor voice command. His left arm was not responding either. I wanted to help out be with him in this trial however i lived in Ca. and he was in Oh. So I wrote letters of encouragement. His type of relearning is long and pain-full and mentally devastating. Years working with therapist got him back on his feet. To celebrate he went to S. Carolina beach.

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    • Posted on 08/08/24

    in Anger Poems

    Having a brother of the same heart.
    Sitting on a shoreline I was crossed
    So many miles apart.
    I'd not be jealous nor envious anymore

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  • I See You As Children Play

    • Published: August 6, 2024

    in War Poems

    It's not just a name on some news flash
    Or a call from a voice never wanted
    It's your smile, your face
    Holding tightly your embrace

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  • A Change For Self--Is Selfless

    • Published: July 31, 2024
    A Change For Self--Is Selfless

    in Son Poems

    You're older now but just twenty-five
    A young man with a boy still inside
    I've helped you grow
    And I'm humbled by what I see

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    A very special poem - you make it clear that family matters above all. Very best wishes, Ann.

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  • Brothers

    • Published: July 22, 2024

    in Fear Poems

    My brother, my friend, flesh of eternal flesh.
    I hold you tightly in my mind.
    Our need of life is without words.
    We say little to one another but are so alike.

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  • 3 months ago

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!!!

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