Enjoyed your poems very much.
Thank you Jean.
I can’t write at random, I Need inspiration to start me off,
I don’t spend days on each one, I generally write them in one flurry of one fingered typing. Grammar may need attention later.
Punctuation? I don’t use it much.
A nice slice of cake
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[FONT=“Book Antiqua”]I had a nice surprise today
A friend made me a cake
It wasn’t just any old one
It was one dear Doreen baked
Doreen’s cakes are such a treat
They cheer me when im blue
And though these days we seldom meet
I often think of you.
Your home is such a loving place
And all made welcome there
Love is written across your face
You are someone who cares
Yet life is not a breeze for you
Life’s woes you’re had your share
With care comes pain and suffering too
And life can seem unfair.[/CENTER][/FONT]
© Robert Junior 2013
RED, ORANGE, YELLOW, GREEN,
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
INDIGO
A mood forlorn
Has something gone
I stand amazed
Landscape razed
VIOLET
Violet, my mother’s middle name
Add the letter “n” and she became
Violent every now and then
Let fly, calm down, then rage again
She really was a caring mother
I can’t compare, I had no other
She tried to do the best she could
In quiet moments I understood
[CENTER]I shot an arrow into the air
A dangerous thing to do
Even so I boldly dared
New venture s to pursue
I am a man of modest ways
And means you could say too
But what a scene I stood amazed
At the lofty arrow heads view
[FONT=“Arial Narrow”]Hey you down there
Yes I am talking just to you
Life is to affirm and share
With friends and family too
The air up here is rare and clear
No crouching shadows for us to fear
No petty feuds, or false offence
Just love and joy and commonsense
Way up here is supreme release
from things which take away our peace
I w[FONT=“Comic Sans MS”][/FONT]ish you all could see what I’ve seen
How shall I describe where can I begin[/FONT]
There is no time there
No minutes hours
No bells no chimes
Carpets of flowers
No want no waste
No hunger or thirst
No ears, no haste
No voice to converse
No spiteful tongue
To spread unrest
All hate is gone
When East meets west
Alas and alack
The arrow fell back
With it came reality
For now its back to best and worst
that’s what it now seems to be
For now, life is a mystery
Our lives are just a passing thing
And we have our part to play
Be glad run and dance and sing
Life for living full each day[/CENTER]
Robert I like ‘violet’ very much… reminded me of my dad, every meaning there, true of him and I, understood too…
I’m inspired to put some of mine in Leisure Activities now …
Eccles, having read your poetry , verse and worse ,I confirm you are indeed inspired.
More hidden talent folks…
I agree with you Robert, we have some very talented people on the forum 
[SIZE=“3”][FONT=“Garamond”][B][I][CENTER]CLOUDS
Last night the clouds spoke to me
You might well ask how can that be?
I saw them in a different light
As the day turned slowly into night.
Last night the clouds spoke to me
High in the air moving effortlessly
What unseen power holds them there
I gaze in wonder up in the air
Last night the clouds they spoke to me
High in the sky and floating free
Grazing idly like a flock of sheep
Unseen shepherd has watch to keep
The clouds spoke of wonder and scale
Of human efforts that fade and pale
When compared to creations might
“Where were you when I created light”
The clouds went on the truth to display
The sun comes up new every day
No amount of fretting by your self
Can ever bring you peace and health
I hope the clouds will speak tomorrow
Explain to me the worlds joy and sorrow
Why it keeps on turning then
Repeats itself, again & again[/CENTER][/I][/B][/FONT][/SIZE]
[CENTER][CENTER][B][FONT=“Comic Sans MS”][RIGHT]Life is stupid.
Life is stupid, obviously
This is not how it’s supposed to be
One day follows another day
Just as stupid but in a different way
Same old problems trip us up
Today I’ve just had quite enough
Nothing to look forward to any more
Stupid, stupid, and then some stupid more
Life is not something we asked for
But I’ve got to endure many many more
Years of this absurd existence
My own brand of continued persistence
I’ve seen the light now at long long last
My best years are now so long past
How much more of this stupid life is there
Stupid thing to say but I don’t care[/RIGHT][/FONT][/B]
[FONT=“Franklin Gothic Medium”]I wrote this a while back when I was in a deep depression, I’m fine now, honestly [/FONT][/CENTER]
© Robert Junior 2013[/CENTER]
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
© Robert Junior 2012
Love the ‘clouds’ poem Robert, 'cos I love clouds so much, Hubbs an me - we’re ‘two clouds’ - dont ya know…
Aww, M51 is so sad, glad to hear you’re past that Robert 
Love M52 - that reminded me of my Dad: he used to come out with stuff like that about his childhood, it used to really make me laugh (and he’d be deadpan when he said it. I used to say ‘don’t tell me, you used to live in a cardboard box’ and he’d say ‘no, we used to dream about living in a cardboard box’). You’ve prompted some happy memories with your poems Robert, many thanks
[B][CENTER][FONT=“Book Antiqua”]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.[/FONT][/CENTER][/B]© [SIZE=“2”]Robert Junior 2012[/SIZE]
I’m enjoying your poems Robert, I feel I know you a lot more now
[B][FONT=“Comic Sans MS”][CENTER]Minding my own business
I was in the café queue
When an ugly women harangued me
“None of those cakes for you”
My flab had never been more ghasted
And I said to her husband near
“You have my deepest sympathy
If you’re married to this woman here”
Though I gained the upper hand
It was a fairly shallow victory
She retired to a corner to plot
All the while giving scary looks to me.
I lunged at the feast laid before me
Piles of biscuits, rum baba’s & cakes
But I rather overdid it you see
That lot in one go was a mistake[/CENTER][/FONT][/B]
© Robert Junior 2012
Love - ‘Magic Wand’ - really very good…
Joan of Arc…
In Normandy I saw a column
Of ragged figures oh so solemn
Led by a woman, flags a waving
Striving onwards, past lives forsaking
They were from another age
Now expressing primal rage
Onward, onward seeking justice
All the whi[FONT=“Georgia”][/FONT]le their leader trusted
She had visions from her maker
But no idea where He would take her
Driven by a divine calling
All around her peers were falling
It’s too much to ask a person
Very soon events would worsen…
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© Robert Junior 2013
Love those poems Robert (you really are very gifted with words). First smile today as well! You mentioning rum baba’s - they were my mum’s favourite cake, I’d forgotten all about those.