BAD DREAM
I had a dream quite
horrible in it’s content
Forces good and evil
were fighting over me
In the hazy twilight
I shrank at the intent
Of pure evil so real
That it was plain to see
Feigning no interest
In controlling my thoughts
Dark appeared light
Posing no threat, but he lied
For days & nights this contest
Is waged hard and taut
Delight turns to fright
The future to decide
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BLUE
Oh why so very sad and blue
Lost, forlorn and anxious too
When joy has gone and life is rough
Hope alone is not enough
Don’t ask for signs or dreams or visions
They can’t be seen and won’t be given.
In your present place, trailing along
Something’s missing, something’s wrong
…
…
So many thoughts go thru your head - I wonder …
Do you sleep - when you go to bed …
Well done RJ - interesting reading …
THankYou, AS a matter of interest I have not slept for 3 days.
POet & don’t know it lol
You are me lad
And you aint half bad - you’re very, very good !!
Goodnight RJ Time to sign off …
Saw so much that bovered me
now it don’t, so I am free
but now it seems that some’ats missin
maybe it’s time to take up phishing
A very thought provoking poem Robert …
If you really want a totally honest opinion Robert, these poems seem to me to come from someone who is severely depressed, and I’m not going to sugar-coat it.
These poems come from the very darkest recesses of your mind. They’re extremely prolific and I do believe you’re reaching out for something.
Sorry if nobody likes my analysis of these poems, but quite frankly they leave me cold. For example:
As I approach my final destiny
I count out the days still left to me
I’ve made decisions, good and bad.
For shame, the only life I had
Robert, can you bring us a poem that will make us smile, laugh or feel content? Maybe something about Archie to lighten your obvious poetic qualities.
Maybe I can read more deeply into these verses, but poets only write what they can actually feel themselves.
At least my poems made folk laugh. 
Hi Mollie, thank you for your comments, you have made some points which I accept.
Poetry can be a very private thing. For that reason I have removed the last one(s) posted.
However, don’t presume to pass judgement on my mental state.
I am fine.
I will try to write some more “happy” stuff, in due course.
Here is a deep thought for you, God knows why, just in a sudbued mood I suppose, but why do we do anything? Why do we write poems, why do we play the guitar, why to we do anything that requires feed back in effect? Why? Is our mental wellbeing hinged on other’s appraisal? Do we then consider outselves as more or less nothing if no-one talks about us in any way whatsoever? Dunno. Just trying to put a finger on it.
What? but thanks.
Just rambling. Keep knocking em out 
. My moods are as unpredictable as the weather. Sombre skies tonight.
Don’t worry, Mollie will sort you out, as yet, she does not know, I am Reginald Molehusband.
[B][I]“Don’t worry, Mollie will sort you out,”
posted by SPitfire[/I][/B]
THanks now I am worried.
Nice coat, molehusband
OOPS, you were meaning MKJ, right?
Yep, but us blokes In general, should not fear the Reaper.
