Poetry

She’s concerned About the way we show Our concern No right answers Only navigation Through experiences New to all of us Randy Roberts April 1, 2025

Reading various experts And realizing the political class Are not interested in the science I feel anger and sadness at The lives destroyed So some can play As if this is normal When it obviously is not Randy Roberts March 9, 2025

As you walked to the park With our son And his beloved Your happiness Radiated like a supernova I suspect the work crew Down the street We’re hit with a wave Of tenderness as you Passed close by Wondering to themselves What is happening As the wave of Your joy swept through Them thinking it’s just About the holiday tomorrow Unaware of the force of Your goodness Making the world a...

Is it too early to start The conversation about How we recover after These wildfires And the wildfire in DC That has gutted federal Capabilities and set a clear Precedence that we are on our own Randy Roberts March 14, 2025

I reach for her hand She responds to the gesture A connection made Randy Roberts 2025-08-05

There is a concept of Embracing the dissatisfaction That is present in life Of letting go of the desire For life to be different that it Actually is Every time I actually Accomplish this task I come into contact with a Different point of view that Does not negate the hardness, Disappointment, stress, sadness but By the simple act of embracing reality I am aware of the other parts of reality...

Strolling in the park She stops and says I need to catch my breath Me too But for very different reasons She is struggling physically And I am once again Caught off guard at her State of being We stand still a moment She grabs my hand and Tugs me forward Some sense of normalcy Restored Her body is challenging Her mind so sharp Her heart so kind She walks this earth with...

Engulfed in familial experiences Joy and loss Love and concern Life has much to offer Randy Roberts 2025-08-31

Someone commented on my poetry Saying it was odd, lacking structure, Without rhyme So for them: There was a young man from Nantucket Who was grinding up chum in a bucket When it was ground He flung it around Yelling fuck it, you fuckity fuck twit! Randy Roberts 2025-08-04

We hold each other Floating in a sea of Uncertainty No steady place Is available Our mutual care Supports us Randy Roberts 2025-08-26