Robert Paul Allen
Robert Paul Allen is the father of four and has a home in the woods in Orland, Maine. He works in the medical field and has seen the gamut of human trials and tribulations which inspires much of his poetry.
About Robert Paul Allen
Robert Paul Allen has been writing poetry for the past 5 years. He has worked as a cardiologist and then a medical director for many years. After he retired he needed to do more than travel and he decided to allow his right brain a chance and started to write poetry. Because of his background and where he lives, his experiences in medicine and his personal experiences raising a family play prominently in his work. As of this year he will have published over a dozen poems and is considering a chapbook as a next step. He enjoys writing, especially when it is worthwhile for others to read and think about. His best poetry stems from the emotions and vicissitudes of his life experience, when he is fully invested in what he is writing.
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The Generator's — poem unrhymed
Robert Paul Allen is the father of four and has a home in the woods in Orland, Maine. He works in the medical field and has seen the gamut of human trials and tribulations which inspires much of his poetry.
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Bridge Across the Narrows — poem unrhymed
"...he braked to a stop on the new bridge..."
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World's Worst Pool Player — poem unrhymed
"...Who else could completely miss the white cue ball with his stick..."
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Last Visit — poem unrhymed
"...today, he wills himself to visit..."
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She chances upon him — poem unrhymed
"...She corners him by the ice cream freezer..."
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My Namesake — poem unrhymed
"... hope, that despite all our misdeeds, all is not lost..."
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Ask Not — poem unrhymed
"The news the Soviets had launched Sputnik..."
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Backing Up — poem unrhymed
"...He watched a U-tube video which instructed him..."
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Entitled — poem unrhymed
"...It’s rumored in time, available women will surface here..."
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Looking Up to Sarah — poem unrhymed
"...In college she found a taller world..."
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Ex-Daughter in Law — poem unrhymed
"...I miss our chats after your workday..."
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You know you are getting old — poem unrhymed
"...you start calling your grandkids by their parents' first names..."
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Old Friends — poem unrhymed
"...like missing pieces of a puzzle..."
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Ex-In-Laws — poem unrhymed
"...the same people with whom you laughed, hugged, ate dinners, and yes loved are still there..."
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"...the evergreens glittering in white splendor..."
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The Cabbie — poem
"...He raced ahead and saw a man struggling..."
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Lake Smoke — poem
"...Trees on the far shore were invisible..."
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The Bionic Man — poem unrhymed
"...his heart had gotten lazy..."
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Counting Down — poem unrhymed
"...Her mind rehearsed words..."