Robert’s Poems (split thread part 2)
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Oh for some sentences bold & graphic
That would be just wow fantastic
Pull no punches tell the truth
Get to the subjects very roots
Get on your high horse
Promulgate your views
Its your stance and of course
Your subject you choose.
Now now, play nicely…
That would be ‘nice’ …
I have to free my mind from the daily grind
From the pain I feel each day …
So I come to you - with a heart so true
Will you laugh with me today …
And - take these thoughts, away …
Follow that !
no no after you Robert J - please!
Age before beauty.
MB, you’ve been extraordinarily active on the boards of late, good for you bro.
thanks bros!
Anxiety
ANXIETY
What is this name less, faceless fear
That gnaws at me endlessly here
It fills my head with cares and woe
Where it comes from I don’t know
Ah bliss its gone again leaving no reason
For tormenting me this long season.
It will come back to cause me pain
No question, it always comes back again.
My stomach knots my legs arms quiver
An icy dart and my back begins to shiver
It’s useless to hide or try to run away
For it will wait to crush me another day.
Hark, it speaks and says it’s name
“My name is Anxiety & have come to claim
All that I can gather of the human race
Render them useless in every place
While their minds are filled with me
They are blinded, and cannot see
There is an answer to this deadly game
But don’t ask me to speak its name
While I exist with my brother Fear
The plans of men will disappear
I know your hearts, I know your plans
I wreck your days, Why, because I can.”
(C) Robert Junior 2012
Quite chilling those last few lines!
Yes, they are. I reposted this poem because of recent posts where reference has been made to self image, depression & other occasions where anxiety can be a major influence.
WE are not alone.
We’re certainly not Robert - it’s a strange feeling to personify anxiety and fear!
I thought “I’ve seen”
This poem before
Something Happened
In the Days Of Yore
The spectre sits
On times gone by
It knows you’ll fail
To relive you’ll try
But one thing has
The spectre crushed
Because tomorrow
The spectres sussed.
THanks Spittie, I like that a lot .
Some happy poems might be nice 
POOR
I was born on the Common just after the War
Stop me any time if you’ve heard this before.
We were so poor suffering many a hitch
we were SO poor that I was born in a ditch
It was full up with water and that’s the truth
No walls no doors no windows, no roof
The kids of today have no reason to cry
Our Sunday lunch was creamed soup of flies.
If the ditch got cold dad would suck a mint
And we’d gather round, warm our hands
WE only had to give him the hint
he was the best dad in all the land
When I got older we moved into a puddle
It was quite a considerable improvement
Oft times, we’d laugh and get in a muddle
especially when there was any movement
Unfinished, add your own verse.
© Robert Junior 2013
that really reminds me of my Dad - he would say things like that!
MAGIC WAND
My granddad could do anything
OF him I was quite fond
On my birthday he asked just what thing
I would like and I said a magic wand.
Oh no dear boy, you’re much too young
To have such a dangerous thing
So I had a book , not so much fun
But it set me wondering
Now 64 I can see he was wise
To turn me down for such a prize
What a dangerous thing indeed
To encourage envy, spite & greed
I learned quite early not to wish for me
Things that were not intended to be.
© Robert Junior 2013