This thread should be band
It is sacrilege, Poetry “On Demand”
would sex on demand be better?
UNFINISHED
I see straight away
Diet rules don’t apply to me
Only to others
My poor deluded chappy
Eating makes him very happy
Comforting to a fault
Otherwise he’s
a sensible sort
Hope is on the horizon
A new diet is what he’s on
Pounds are falling off his person
Stopping the cravings
From worsening
I know I watch too much tv
Unseen, influencing me
I should be glowing, full of ideas
But I’m not even near.
(C) RJ
THIS IS ME
This is me, what can you see?
A modest chap, wears summer hats.
Good grief, I am overweight!
Something in others I look in the mirror and I see
The same old ghost following me
It can be brooding and malevolent
Other times something my mind invents
Sometimes welcome, as when my dad
Comes back to relive the life he had
An appearance granted once for me
When I was nearly fifty
Here’s the face you deserve at forty
We have all been good and oh so naughty
What goes round comes round again
What the hell, are you gonna do then
The end time is coming
No point in running
Will you end up in heaven or hell
No one has returned, so we cannot tell.
(c) RJ
Young Robert I have said and will say again - I AM A BIG FAN
Thank you for your contributions.
Socks in box !
Socks in a box!
Last Christmas, this Christmas,
and every Christmas;
Socks in a box!
Jane had knickers,
black lace and frilly.
I suppose they imagine
I’m too old for silly.
But socks in box ?
Not even bright coloured
or patterned or jazzy.
Do they really assume
that I wouldn’t like snazzy?
Socks in box!
How boring is that?
There’s more interest and style
in what they bought for the cat!
Even Janice had perfume,
musky and somewhat erotic;
but sock in a box?
Not my idea of exotic.
Well this year, I tell you,
they’re all in for a shock.
For in each gift wrapped parcel
will be … just one sock!
One sock for Anna.
One sock for John.
One sock for each of them
until, at last, they’re all gone!
Socks in a box! Bah!
©2017
Tabby that was lovely. 
If you peek on my Today I bought thread, you will see that I bought you some stockings.
How lovely - thank you, Sweetie.
That was funny, Silver Tabby. 
Got to confess I have given socks to people as well, but mine were fluffy bed socks.
It doesn’t feel like Christmas
It’s windy, dark & damp,
It doesn’t feel like Christmas,
Perhaps I’ll light the lamp.
It doesn’t feel like Christmas
Though the trees are stark & bare,
It doesn’t feel like Christmas
As there’s no snow anywhere.
It doesn’t feel like Christmas
It soon will go away,
It doesn’t feel like Christmas
But it’s only for one day.
Very good Tiff and so true of today’s weather
Thanks Mags.
And it’s still raining.
That was certainly very true Tiff, I am in the next county, and it was quite Stormy yesterday. I see black clouds gathering today.
Still raining here, Sweetie Pie.
All this stuff about RAIN reminds me of Somerset Maughams short story of that name & the vicar and the much maligned lady of the night SADIE THOMPSON/
Anyone read it eh?
I always felt that she was used badly y those who should have done better./
Sorry young Robert, I have not read it.
I know this little gem mind.
THE RAIN is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894).
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rail, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
Cargoes
by John Masefield
Lovely young Robert.
I must search out a similar one that had me stumped for a while.
Words we no longer use, I just love them and love researching the origins.
You are a great encourager… The world needs encouragers as much as it need good listeners .
One of my absolute favourites. Had to recite it - from memory - for my elocution exam when at school. Glad to say I passed with flying colours.