Lovely Love

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 16. Feb, 2010 | No Comments

Love is a scary, scary thing
and yet is worth the praise that all songs sing.
Love holds all cards close to the heart -
It sees in every end a new start.

A sloppy rhyme and a lack of rhythm,
love does not mind because beauty
love will always find.

Poetry in the dark

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 10. Feb, 2010 | No Comments

You used to know me so well,
my spots and stripes,
the darkness in which I dwell.

But as time passed and we changed,
as the pictures on the wall,
it was all rearranged.

Now we lie here in bed.
like two strangers
that have already met.

From the Machine; God

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 26. Jan, 2010 | No Comments

Expected perfection out of me
But they just couldn’t see that
I couldn’t hold the world in place
And thus I fell into eternal disgrace.

They undressed me with their eyes,
Saw my flaws and built the lies.
I shouted for them to let me go,
Sever the chord, cut all the ties.
They only stared me dead in the face
And told me to know my place.

Twogether

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 13. Jan, 2010 | No Comments

Born without a clue
of who is who,
I’ve learned it’s easy to know
it is you.

Life is an adventure
one needs not brave alone.
But you better be careful
With who you bring home.

I’ll help ’cause
it is easy to show,
Who is right and who
has to go.

It is all in how you greet,
and how you stand
in the rain.

If you can say goodbye
And you don’t wanna say hello
Than they gotta go.
They gotta go.

If a goodbye cannot be cast
And ‘hello’ has so long ago been said
That you don’t remember ever being apart,
She’s got you by the heart.

Allitergator

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 31. Dec, 2009 | No Comments

Love is in a cornerstore
being a cornerstone
a little too late a little too monotone.

Love is in the air
all cheap and debonair,
kinda quick, kinda unfair.

Love is not any of this,
Not yours, not his.
It is a bit crass, it is
a stumbled upon kiss.

Love is a little too much alliteration
giving in to too much of a little temptation.
Even if too little a little too late, too late
Too little too late – a day off the date.