Beautiful colors

playing together softly

I’m happy and shout


© Janice J. Robinson

March 25, 2015


“Welcome to the Woman’s Club”

Welcome to the Woman’s Club

(and oh, how I would have liked to have swung it)

and seminary silence

like the forest, oh so deep,

it makes one wonder

if it would do any good to weep.

But maybe perchance

after some sleep,

I’ll get my broom

and give it a good sweep.

Changing times

and swinging doors

people in

and people out

thoughts the same

it’s really lame

Jesus set us free

Oh, wait…

you’re a woman!


© Janice J. Robinson

February 19, 2015

A Psychedelic Lyrical Cruise in Time

Musing on a Saturday…a Saturday morn

Caught out of time, Listening sublime

Words that caused my heart to be torn

Crushed by ‘Time in a Bottle’ so just ‘Carry on My Wayward Son’

Knowing in the end that we are but ‘Dust in the Wind’

Like a ‘Free Bird’ you know it’s absurd

That ‘Every Breath You Take’

Sweeps around a ‘Horse with no Name’, Standing in the ‘November Rain’

Leading me to the ‘Stairway to Heaven’, Our very own ‘Bridge over Troubled Water’

Asking me ‘Have you ever seen the Rain’?

So ‘Dream On’ until we see that ‘Morning has Broken’

I can only ‘Wish you were Here’, and hope we remain, to keep ‘Living on a Prayer’

Knowing that ‘Nothing Else Matters’

As the storm clouds gather and we take knowledge

That ‘Every Rose has its Thorn’

But in the end, we will be ‘Knocking on Heaven’s Door’

Like once upon a time when ‘Vincent’ sang about a “Starry, Starry Night”

As we ‘Dream On’ flying through

A Psychedelic Lyrical Cruise in Time

A time when nothing else much mattered

except our youth and the songs we sang

In our cars that carried our friends along

it seemed back then that we were strong

But as time moved on we soon realized

that memories are just memories and

Everything dissolves like dust in the wind



Cited works:

 ‘Time in a Bottle’ by Jim Croce

‘Carry on My Wayward Son’ by Kansas

‘Dust in the Wind’ by Kansas

‘Free Bird’ by Lynard Skynard

‘Every Breath You Take’ by The Police

‘Horse with no Name’ by America

‘November Rain’ by Guns and Roses

‘Stairway to Heaven’ by Led Zeppelin

‘Bridge over Troubled Water’ by Simon & Garfunkel

‘Have you ever seen the Rain’ by CCR

‘Morning has Broken’ by Cat Stevens

‘Wish you were Here’ by Pink Floyd

‘Living on a Prayer’ by Bon Jovi

‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Metallica

‘Every Rose has its Thorn’ by Poison

‘Knocking on Heaven’s Door’ by Guns and Roses

‘Vincent’ by Don McLean

‘Dream On’ by Aerosmith

What a Snap


November must be near

It’s time to vote

you can tell, because they try

to buy your vote

though they say they don’t

by sending you a sweet little note

I’d heard tell by some you see

that they reduced the amount

of IDPA….wow, what a SNAP

but then they raised it back by

a whopping nine dollars for free

that will sure buy a lot at the grocery

but you see, they hope you remember

their name and their particular

political party

after all

the nine dollars was rather small

so instead of remembering blue or red

I think I’ll vote for the write-in instead

and maybe….just maybe….

it’ll be me

The Song in the night

Hours tick away in the silence of the night


I pray to Jesus for sleep to come

it evades me like an elusive wraith

I ask for the things that I haven’t dared to ask before

I lay them out like a neatly ordered mental game of solitaire

One…and then two…                                                                                                                             old time alarm clock

My prayers still are not answered as of yet

I sigh…I sing to the Lord

a chorus of hushed whispers

“…There’s a river of life, flowing out of me…”

two-thirty…and then three

I sneak a peek at one of the stacks

I fret…no answers yet?

I examine my life and look at a multitude of cracks

Surely, the Lord sees that just enduring the trials of life

it takes guts and a wheelbarrow of faith

This should put me in the Faithful Hall of Fame

“…makes the lame to walk, and the blind to see…”

three-thirty… and then four…

“…opens prison doors, sets the captives free”

sleep begins to nudge

My mind still echoing my song in the night

“Spring up oh well…gush, gush, gush, gush”

I dream and see my name written in Hebrews eleven

I sleepily gather the cards and put them away

The alarm blares out….Oh, my God…

it’s five after seven!



By Janice J. Robinson

©  April 22, 2014

Material in quotes, written by:  L. Casebolt and Betty Pulkingham

I’m Tired

A peaceful Boston HarborI’m tired

of hearing screams and cries

seeing people distraught

and running into fear

from fields of war like

Georgetown…New Town…

Kent State…Columbine…

Virginia Tech…and Boston

I’m tired

of seeing

teddy bears and bouquets

candlelight vigils

for those we’ve lost

tragedy striking

at such high cost

I’m tired

of seeing America

ripped into shreds

by people who dread

to keep the peace

our Second Amendment

rights being shot to hell

our minute-men

didn’t hesitate to

shoot to kill

the Revolutionary war

set us free

what indeed are we waiting for

I’m tired

“The Wild Life”

Living wild

living free

roaming over

your range

Ahh…so free

prey in sight

cunning delight

survival of the


the panther breathes

fresh kill

life instilled

sleep beckons

atop the mountain

cool breeze lightens

so dreams the panther

freedom frightens

dreams lost

as the clock ticks

safety beckons

as the lock


panther caged