A collection of Poems by Robbie Forrest
Titles Ex-trepidaters Wanderer Their There Theyâ€™re There Postscript Lips
Trepidation lingers on your left arm From trepide â€˜be agitated, trembleâ€™ Origin known but not expressed Suppressed by your perceived principled brachial body Be wary of this construed convoluted consciousness Carry you away it will, to a nation of one armed ex-trepidaters, Who wave frantic and fervent with their just and right hand.
The man goes up the lane The man comes back down the lane Let me tell you an example of Belgium.
They They There Their They Theyâ€™re The They There There They There They Their
stood being not not no might stood they being
there important so so were longer longer linger be there there stood important also
Subsequently, positively palpable you lay there Pondering pillow talk Perplexed, straight Aâ€™s Prepare pondering lips Perhaps retrospectively Perhaps trembling Or, systematically mapping meticulously the mathematical perfection that adorns your upper and lower pertinents Supposedly circumventing fulfilment Suffocating single pillow safety Substantially scrumpled Suture sultry preconditions Say postscript.
Robbie Forrest robbieforrest.co.uk email@example.com
A small selection of poems and photographs by Robbie Forrest