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I have been Krabbe for all of my life, as has my father before me, and his before him. My wife has only been Krabbe for the thirty years we have been married.

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Through the Dim Glass

Some days I suffer from the illusion that I understand much.

 

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Silent Tears From The Corner

by Rob Krabbe 1998 The rose, soft and sweet, it’s silk pedals crest, the wings of my flight from the nest, dark and fallow. The flight, disguised as freedom. the end of my dreams, the sands fall to sand though the light seems far from coming. The sand, brooding, smothers the tailings of life, the [...]

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Apr 16th, 2012 Old Poetry, Poetry

The Pirate’s Lament

from The Fading Silence, by Rob Krabbe, a novel to be released late 2012 © 2012 Rob Krabbe, NoonAtNight Publications   close yet far, tis coming when, the horizons climb up whilst night’s darkness falls and hells fury stabs through, again.   the roiling sea, so wild and true, close yet far, and death’s green, not blue, [...]

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There is Still Time

© 2012 Rob Krabbe There is still time. I look into her face, my eyes drill deep. I’m burning, and blurry; tired and weary, and it’s an endless road. Oh yes though, I travel the path, blinking away the sand and fire to go where I have to go. One by one, by one, the [...]

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Jan 18th, 2012 Poetry

The Watchman of the Night

© 1977 Rob Krabbe High above the surface, hung in vacant skies. Lost in deafening silence, the deepest cries, “It’s so cold here.” Deep in the circle, white is white and bright, is night. Cast away into a world quiet and serine. Sweet beauty. I know, most will never know, this kind of peace. Complete [...]

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Jul 20th, 2011 Old Poetry, Poetry

The Clocks

I’ve eyed all the clocks. Manifest by my wandering soul, I’ve smashed them against rocks. Burned them in the fire fight. Banished them with locks. Cast them into the dead of night with the ghost of my touch. The haunting of my memories. The combinations, and imaginings and melding of reality . . . and [...]

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Jul 14th, 2011 Poetry

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