Ben S. Robertson Kingstown, St. Vincent, West Indies

I am the author of three booklets; the latest one on the local market is "Archives of the Mind". Also, many of my poems have been published in local newspapers and The National Library of Poetry. Writing is where I draw my sustenance and every time I write, I always try to bring to reality, ideas that engage my fertile mind. I try to put as much emotion in all my prose and poetry, so as to touch a chord of association in each reader's mind, and to secure some understanding and appreciation to life's circumstances.

Dear Mother Besides God, you are closest to me And the best gifted mother that live You stood up to the responsibility Of being God's Earthly representative You were never ignorant to your duty Or stop loving me in any way The choice was yours directly Of wanting to be a mother some day. In life you stand out amongst society With affection, inspiration and love Your soul has been blessed so wisely Truly, you are a special from above

Beauty A glorious gift of Nature, so privilege Is a nice way to describe BEAUTY Which doesn't depends on knowledge But comes to the soul directly. BEAUTY, like truth, lives without you A true companion to the soul It is so much rich with virtue Please allow it to play its role. BEAUTY is more than female vanity Though it is sometimes quite mistaken Handle it with care and vanity It is a great gift from heaven. Allow BEAUTY to stay in you united It should never be that hard to find Through it , the eyes are delighted And bringeth contentment to the mind.

Love Love so eternal is given by the Creator Which is peculiar to no one man station Almost the strongest affection of our nature A reality found in our romantic region. Love is a flame that burns in heaven And its soft reflections radiate around us What a precious gift so freely given Accepting the Creator's Love, is a must. Needless strike at its blossom or leaves For love is the hardest thing to kill A few drops of remorse from its memories Can bring back its blossoms at will. Love is the crowning grace of Humanity The holiest right of the soul A golden link that binds truth and duty And maketh the human being almost whole.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Ben S. Robertson. All rights reserved.