Work poem

When sat at a desk

And watching the clocks

Life doesn’t exist

Every. Thing.  Stops.

Mud fills your brain

Blood pools in your feet

The vitality drains

You’re just meat

Each minute an hour

The seconds slink by

Each moment an eon

Recurring like pi

Slave to the moment

The flickering screen

No doubt about it

It’s no dream

It’s death by boredom

This terrorist time

Each second a cut

A pain sublime.

Wedding Poem

Back to you... - by Dr. Rob Burton

Published: 22 Jun 2011 - in wedding poems

       

It's icy on the outside
The fields go flashing by
Dark skeletons of tree branch
Against the darkening sky.

White fields of icy sculpture
The grass an icing froth
Sheep huddled against the hayrick
The lakes a solid broth.

Ghostly shapes emerging
From the riming mist
Bushes sparkling brightly
Whitely blushing, frosty kissed.

Quilted horses blowing steam
Above the icy stream
Trains hot blasting
Through this winter dream.

England in the winter
A monochromatic view
From my speeding window
On the train right back to you
Back to your smile
The one that saved my life
Through snow and rain and ice
To the warm arms of my loving wife.

By Dr. Rob Burton
Plymouth

This poem was selected as a runner-up of a nationwide poetry competition run by Marriott Hotels in March 2011.