Archive for the ‘Poems’ Category

PROGRESSING FORWARD By - Robin Taylor-Corbridge © 2007

Wednesday, December 26th, 2007

 

I’m hoping 2008 will be totally greatI start school soon,

I can hardly waitI am taking 24 credits this coming term

Sheesh that will surely make me a bookworm!

I’m taking science and math that I need

One can feel overwhelmed indeed

My hope is that I sail through

Getting high grades is what I strive to do.

Wish me luck on this journey as it is about to crest

Of course my future plans will never arrest

On to university is my next stopI plan to make it over the top!

Next it will be my MCAT test

For it will show what I know best

Then medical colleges will I apply

On my merits I will surely rely.

I expect to do quite well with my medical studies

I will of course have my sons for study buddies!

We’re going that last mile together

Through many storms we’ll inevitably weather.

One day when we reach our intended goals

We’ll realize our new societal roles

Practicing medicine will be such enjoyment

It will make me proud that’s my employment.

SMALL SEA By - Robin Taylor-Corbridge © 2007

Monday, November 19th, 2007

Salt water fish are exciting for me,

Like recreating a small part of the sea.

Through the glass the tank does come alive.

Arranging it pretty is the goal I do strive.

Adding snails and shrimp as a clean up crew,

helps make it less work for you to do.

Pretty colored fish swimming about,

when you feed how fast they come out!

Corals seem so stuck in their place,

how nice they look upon the rock’ s face.

The gentle balance between the creatures

is one of the hobby’s best features!

HOW DID WE GET HERE by Robin Taylor-Corbridge © 2007

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

 

What a crazy world we do live in.

There’s so much to say where to begin?

When you think you are safe in your life

You can suddenly fall upon turmoil and strife.

People are trying to better themselves,

So they can do more than stock shelves.

They go to school to gain an education

Or perhaps they are there to learn a vocation.

They most likely feel safe to go to school

For some people life on campus is even cool.

Then all of a sudden our foundation is rocked

By some lunatic who’s wielding a gun that’s cocked.

He unloads rounds of ammunition all over the place

Hitting people in their legs, stomachs and face.

Many people senselessly die

As the entire campus goes awry.

We see traces of columbine tragedy here

Who would’ve expected this to rear.

So many lives have been shattered.

So many people have now been battered.

How will we as a society pick up and move on?

It will take all the newfound fears to be gone.

Somehow we have to heal and go on our path

This is tough to do in any aftermath.

The families and friends these victims left

Are without a doubt now bereft.

Can’t imagine what it’s like to be in their shoes

Hearing such unspeakable horrific news.

In the end all we can do is pray

Hoping that helps them get through their day.

Thoughts and prayers are sprinkled around

They bring with them a peaceful sound.

We pray for the day when calm does exist.

When stability and peace does subsist.

When we can get on with our lives not just in a normal fashion

But when we can go on forward with a lot of passion.

What will it take for this balance to restore?

To get life back to what it was once before.

We must rid the violence that has become the norm

And make peace and compassion take on new form.

Poems…

Friday, April 13th, 2007

I add poems all the time (added one today in fact) though it doesn’t show as more in quantity - this is because it is a page and is a continual running log - so it just shows as one page.I have kept (for now at least) my poem for Draven on top - newer ones get added just right below.

Poem - Course Work- by Robin Taylor-Corbridge © 2007

Sunday, March 25th, 2007

 

Roses can be quite thorny for sure

Violets are flowers that are very pretty

Thank goodness this class isn’t a bore

It’s full of people that are cunning and witty

I thought this web course might be a chore

But I feel like I am doing great for an old bitty

The end of the work I’ll go till there’s no more

When it’s done I might say, oh what a pity!

The course we studied did have such a lure

It took literature down to the nitty-gritty

I worked so much that my fingers are sore

However since I’m done I get to go pet my big kitty.