It is time for me to hit the sack
So tired now, my body is whacked
Booze hasn’t helped as I had row
With the woman in my life
The sober silly cow
Not very good is it 
.
Erm … No …
I shall have to redeem my poem writing reputation so here goes.
I gots up this morning feeling oh so groggy
Didn’t need to go to the toilet - which was very oddy
Not sure why but my pjs had shrunk during the rough and tumble
And a pillow case had disappeared - oh my belly rumbled
What a night…
Think my rep has sunk even lower now . Must be cos I not fully awake yet. Yes that is it 
.
So glad I went to bed early last night.
My Mum likes your poem 
she’s 91 and suffers from dementia
Well what can I say. Some of us have it and I have too much of it. It is a burden I have had to carry all my life 
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GREENDOOR MY GREENDOOR
I long for the moment I am called back to GREENDOOR
THe planet I was born on, where I’ll be restored
EArth has been interesting, I’ll give you that
BUt to my beloved GREENDOOR, I’m going back
Where is this planet that I have pinned my hopes?
I haven’t the words enough to start to describe
Gold & silver abound and jewellry made into ropes
GUarded by angels come from the chosen tribes
NO stres no wo/rries, all is good in this land
¬I lived t here for centuries, it’s xr real as the blemishes
on the back of my hand
I want to return there, I hope that I can
Very thought provoking Robert. A master of the art.
Can I come with you RJ - it sounds loverly …
I hope we shall meet one day - to find out
Whats behind the Greendoor …
Yes RJ certainly has the knack
Some who absorb have the crack
But times change
Thoughts derange
So think refrain
Restrain
Retrain
Sustain
Increase your domain
Jack & Jill revisited
Jack & Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Very soon Jill lost the will
To do what her granny told her
Jack was very subdued
But didn’t want to be rude
Jill was so strong
So Jack he did wrong
She led him a dance
Picking up by mighty chance
Some lovely white lambs wool
He sure was a damn fool.
For there was lots off fluff
“Jack you’re not getting enough”
He wandered ahead, which would
Have been fine.
Were he not on railway line
The train driver was heard
To say “How absurd”
There’s a lesson here
When a steam train comes near
Don’t lose your head cos of a bit fluff.
Nice one RJ, gone are the days when the opposite sex were affectionately referred to as “A nice bit of fluff”, we used it often when we were teenagers boys, they’d probably take you to court for saying it to them now.
Very good Rob. Sweetness offset by raw sex with a damn good punch line finish .
While others are slacking
I have not been lacking.
Here are poems so new
I freely give them to you
Now I’m feeling stronger
MY rhymes may be longer
Back in days of yore we did our bit
Lands and goods, we stole all of it
Now our greed has come home to roost
Too late now to declare a truce
Queen Vic plundered for her Empire
Ransacked the nations of their entire
Storehouses of natural resources
And gave it the toffs who rode fine horses.
I live two lives it seems to me
One is him and t’other is me
One is clever with some good friends
The other’s lifestyle all depends
On what life events come his way
A crisis looms up every day
So which is the one that’s really me
If I’m truthful there’s really three
Of us crowding this muddled psyche
Though acting alone is quite unlikely
Each day we set out all together
In sun and rain, every kind of weather
When on line I greet my fellow fourth
I wouldn’t be without him, of course
He writes in verse and writes in prose
What he means, gosh, no one knows
But mostly he writes from his heart
That is where a travail must start
So I take my hat off to all my friends
From the four of us.
© Robert Junior 2013
Excellent work RJ!, when you know a little bit about the authors all this poem thing starts to make more sense, then when you read between the lines more tantalizing clues emerge, truly interesting.
Reminds me of the ‘Mystery’ of the three divine persons in the one God, the Father, Son, and holy Ghost. The bishop of Dublin was confirming some inner city kids and had to ask each of them a question on catechism, one boy had a slight speech impediment and when the bishop asked him to explain the divine trinity the nervous boy began to speak. “I’m sorry Son I can’t understand you, what did you say?” said the bishop. The boy spoke again. “Sorry I don’t understand” said the bishop, getting annoyed. “Your not supposed to understand, it’s a bleedin mystery” blurted out the boy.
Deep calls to deep JEM.
I used to say that I had hidden shallows,
Though now I’m not so sure.
The trinity is like three golden arrows
together now and ever more
Yon lad was wise beyond his years
compared to the learned Bishop
Who’d not understood his sacred calling
Or the common mans sorrow & tears.
Christ said “Before Abraham was I am”
THat’s a mystery to grapple with
It’s all part of a master plan
And not some vague & wistful wish.
Sorry rambling again. Jem, your post is a remarkable display of insight.
I think you finally converted me to this poem lark RJ, it was a tough slog but we all have to fall sometime, I shall pay more attention in future.
I hope you and yours had a nice day yesterday and give my regards to the good nurse, we have two nurses and a doc in the family (says he as he haws on his nails and brushes them against his chest) and they are never allowed talk shop when they come out with me, Dr. D is in Wales and the last time he was over with me we had a rare old time, a more down to earth chap you couldn’t meet.
I believe if a good Dr. dies the highest tribute he can be paid is to have a new disease named after him, don’t think I’d fancy that somehow…Jemitis, no way danno!
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Da long time gone past
Life was not to him a blast
Badass hoodies ran the turf
Yea man it couldna get worse
Da hoodies living on da front line
Giving it loads them don’t whine
Dese geezas were well tasty
Larging it eatin meat and taties
Olivas muvvers popped her clogs
Left him to the hoodie dogs
Even his farva legged y’know
So he had no place to go
Dere he was dumped in workhouse
Cos da knows no uvver place,
Poor nippa ennit
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