For Poetry

The Last Judge by Robert Neest A strong and righteous man was living once Defeating all his foes on every time And everywhere he met them, fought and won, As many as they were, they always lost. The villains tried in many different ways Without succeeding to upset the man Until they paid a woman to find out The secret of the power that he had. She was a cunning and nice looking girl That after few attempts discovered how To make him lose his strength and let them take The honest man as their prisoner. They took him bound to their distant land And gathered all to celebrate the win While giving him the chance he didn’t miss To slay more than he ever did before.

  To Know by Robert Neest To know is our goal since we are born T o watch and listen, learn what we observe In our lives and everywhere around The facts, the truth and all there is about. When growing up we feel so many times That honesty and courage one should bear When following the goals along the path That’s chosen to pursue throughout the life. The good intentions and the learning meet In fortunate conditions, now and then, And lead to happy situations when Who wants to help knows how to do it, too. H owever, many times we see around That foolish people use the things they know To hurt those they are meeting and themselves Ignoring what the knowledge can achieve.

  Social Goals by Robert Neest Since they are born, the people live in groups, They’re doing things together, interact, And their families, the school or work, Make marks on their lives on every day. We see so many times they can adjust And change themselves so they could fit and live As part of something bigger and enjoy The social pleasures of the human bonds. There are some cases when the persons try To be themselves and live as they would think It would be most appropriate for them And build a world where they would have a place. The history we learn is showing that The world has always changed since ancient times Because of people that just didn’t want To go along accepting what there was.

  T he G uitar P layer by Robert Neest While sitting on a long and wooden chair A lonely girl is playing the guitar And wh en the left hand slowly moves along The right hand gently touches the mild strings. The room is empty and the lights are dimmed, The walls are dark and distant around her And hidden from the sight of any one But still surrounding her from every side. The woman has a white and lovely dress With wide black belt surrounding her small waist, A blue thin ribbon holding her red hair While looks aside with white and sorry face. A noise is heard and makes her raise her eyes, The door is open and the light fills in, She’s standing while her eyes have tears of joy And stretches out her arms when seeing him.

The Plan by Robert Neest A green and gorgeous land was filled with wealth And handsome men and women that enjoyed A plentiful supply for everything As all the stuff they wanted , they could get. The different goods that they disposed at will And varied services they could enjoy Were made and all provided by a horde Of overworked exhausted needy folks. As were displeased by seeing such poor things That stained the bright and splendid scene they built The leading persons made a plan that said They should restrain the trifling populace . And their efforts gave the planned results The little fellows getting few er, weak er , B ut having fewer labourers would lead To shortages of goods, disruptions, too.

A Dream by Robert Neest The son of young and working man and wife A two-year-old boy lived in a small flat, Inside a basement of a building was What they could pay from their modest wage. The parents left the place that they were born And went away from their home and friends, Were forced by lack of chances to build up A decent life for their family. Arrived in a new country they were firm In their will to strive for a new life And get for their son what they had not, To grow with hope of better days ahead. O ne night , a storm was hitting their town And massive floods were reaching their street, A brutal burst inside the place they were And died the m o ther, father and the son.

Why by Robert Neest There are some people living among us, Most of the time they’re rich with higher ranks And looking down on everybody as They think themselves superior to all. When seeing that they have all they would need And even more while others strive to live Is giving them a pleasure they enjoy And makes them feel accomplished their li ves . So many times they’ re doing harm around, To see folks suffer being their goal And live the main desire they possess To be the bigger, better, s tronger ones. The sweet and mighty moment’s passi ng fast, Th en feel an emptiness that grows inside While letting them without the knowledge why It is themselves the ones that suffer most.

The Waves of Life by Robert Neest A child is born, a new and different soul Who enters into changing waves of life That carry him from birth until his death Through sorrow, joy, despair and happiness. The childhood starts as blessing and great joy For caring parents that are nurturing Before emerging in the cruel world Where people always want what others have. As growing up, the goals are aiming high At fame and glory, being known around, And money, riches, to dispose at will, The happiness to own more than the rest. At last, the waves of life are reaching shore, To spread across when hitting the firm ground And then are going back into the sea Becoming parts of new tides that arise.  

The O ld M usician by Robert Neest A couple of dark clouds are moving fast Among few lighter covering the sight Surrounded by the summer deep blue sky Above the busy morning hours street. Next to the road an old man sitting down, With weary suit that ha s seen better days, Is following the people with his eyes While playing merry songs on violin. Around, there are few children watching him, With dirty clothes and messy hair they stand And listen closely to the tunes he plays While their eyes are fixed upon the man. Some other persons hastily passing by, Well dressed and looking busy they go on, Are throwing looks when getting near him Or raising their brows they look aside .

At the T heat r e   by Robert Neest   Below the shining ceiling spanned above  Inside the tiny loges spread around  A young girl with her mother sitting down  Is waiting the beginning of the play.  She’s wearing a new dress she bought last week  With fancy haircut that she likes so much  And rising from her seat with prying eyes  She wants to see it all, to hear it all.  Two ladies speaking loudly behind her,  A sitting couple holding their hands,  A group of standing men in front of her  Are making a low murmur to expand.  The chatting stops and all are sitting down,  The lights are dimming everywhere around  And leaning back in her soft cosy chair  The girl can now relax, the play is on. 

  The Journey  by Robert Neest  The plain and simple things are those we feel  In our lives on any common day  And keep us all together on the ground  Like sturdy stones resisting over time.  They are the same for poor and rich alike,  A hug, a smile, a warm and sunny day,  Reminding us that we are here and live,  As different as we are, in the same world.  Apart, there are some goals and wishes, too,  That make us grow and we are seeking them  With hopes to find a better, finer life  Fulfilling our journey on the earth.  But they are distant and the shapes are blurred,  Each person sees them in a different way  And trying to get closer and find out  What do we want, it takes us the whole life. 

Boat At Sea  by Robert Neest  Below a blue and shiny summer sky  The azure water of the sea is clear  And gentle wind is coming from the shore  Creating tiny ripples all around.  The brown and wooden boat is moving slow  And sliding forward through the silent sea  With slight moves of the paddles driving it  While sail is tied with massive sailing knot .  A young and robust man is holding oars  With yellow straw hat covering his head,  A white short sleeve shirt showing his strong arms  And dressed with white long trousers, sitting down.  Next to the man, a woman leaning back  Is wearing a blue dress with untied hair  And looking in the distance breathing deep  Is smiling when she feels the mellow breeze.