Time Moves


crowded where you live

Time arrives,
Flying in through open windows,
Displaying scenes from life,
Fleeting, fleeing, freeing.

Years leave,
Walking out through closed doors,
Leaving experiences now gone,
Fleeting, fleeing, freeing.


© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

Creative…Or Not?

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I am drowning in words of disarray
Creatively sorting through my day
Yet so much happens through eyes a-double
Am I certain I’m creative…or just in trouble?


© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Sensing Dimensions


Running wild around twisting lanes
Shunting ships, sailing trains
Flying cars and driving planes
Hunting bips in ailing rains

Nightmare worlds that don’t exist
Spinning mind, imploding bits
Garish light, flat lands that list
Grabbing hands, twisting wrist

Grinning, wide eyed, painted face
Teeth stained and twisted out of place
Flying closer, faster pace
Lifting feet to run the race

All dimensions just begun
So it is we sense just one
Except when senses spill our brain
Vortex, wormhole, up the drain


© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

I Am Free

I am free to find my way
A different path
Another day

Each one so different
From the last
Like different lifetimes
Kaleidoscope pasts

Many lives lived in one
Experience gathered
Whole and strong

Have to wonder which is best
One long life
Within one nest

Or many changes
New lives found

Express myself
Through learning sound

Choices made each to his own
All the best ones
Time has shown

Moving forward, learning fast
Choices made
Consequences last

And sometimes lifetimes
Lived as one

Are simply lessons
Played, not done

Repeated situations
Oftimes show
Lack of insight, lack of growth

Keep repeating ’til their done
Lesson learnt
Time to move on


© Copyright December 2014 – Robin McShane
All rights reserved as per this blogs copyright statement

Experimental (Acrostic)


Another Acrostic style! I had fun with it – do hope you enjoy it too! 🙂

Extolling virtues few possess
Xanadu in the wilderness
Performing tricks we know not what
Experiencing life in just one spot
Revolving fast then faster still
Images unpeeling spill
Memories of lives well lived
Expressed with pressure through the sieve
Never giving sway nor pain
Taking all there is to gain
Alive and well from this day forth
Living life for all we’re worth

© Copyright October 2014 – Robin McShane
Rights reserved as per this blogs Copyright

The picture is mine too folks!

Disabled? Handicapped?


It’s difficult to be “handicapped” or “disabled” or so labelled.
It’s easy to give in and to feel that you’re unable.
The sticker on your car or the card that’s in your purse,
It only says you’re different – nothing more and nothing worse.

We’re still the same old person, on the inside, deep down deep,
We’ve still the same desires, wishes, memories to keep,
We may have changed our outside look, our appearance or our style,
But all that’s coming out is what was hidden all the while.

By all the “tragic” happenings we’ve lived through and expressed,
We can use these opportunities to find our happiness,
For we all decide our attitude, our success in what we do,
By the way we think about it as we carry feeling through.

So, no matter what your history and no matter what your path,
We all search for our own truth in a smile and in a laugh,
And we all know when we’ve found it, when we’ve let go what’s held so tight,
And find within our inner selves, the stillness and the light.

So, let your inside out in the way you only can,
Release the inner woman or the man,
Be still when life requires it, be louder when you need,
And express the joy of living in your thought and in your deed.

© Copyright Robin McShane – August 2001
Rights reserved asper this blog’s copyright

Writing Success

It’s amazing when you’re writing,
How people know it’s you,
Responding to the personal
Rather than things you thought you knew.

When I look back at all the stats
Technology now provides,
The most popular of all I’ve written
Are where my experience resides.

It seems that writing, as with life,
Has much more of an effect,
When we’re speaking from our hearts
Of the moments that we’ve met.

So, what have you learned on this day?
Can you share it with those who know?
For I have learnt to write from my life,
Seems the very best way to go!

Minstrel Paths – NaPoWriMo Day 10

Then wand’ring minstrels came to me,
Fleet of foot and fancy free,
Took my breath, my life, my way,
Stole my lady far that day.

Sang and danced and all made merry,
Drank the wine and drained the sherry,
Delved beneath my steadfast way,
Shook foundations, made pillars sway.

Long held beliefs toppled through their sieve,
Ways of living disrupt they did,
Held me down, yet let me go,
Wrapped me in their way, their show.

Freed me from my lifelong chains,
Took the binds and cut the reins,
Freedom burst upon my soul,
All light and love and Go! Go! Go!

So moving with them at their pace,
Accepting that there is no race,
Flowing with the streams of light,
Into moments shining bright.

Finding new paths opening up,
Meandering trails with buttercup,
All leading home with choices rife,
Returning us to the source of life.

Collecting all experience gathered,
Refining essence, purity balanced,
Light and love surrounding all,
Please release your perceptions tall.

Step into the new found day,
Different, each, their special way,
To take us home, our tales to tell,
In one big swirl our history gel.