Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Golden?
Golden? The silence of a life cut short tragically, too brief. The silence of a bereaved mum overwhelmed with grief. The silence of the couple lost in their own thoughts. The silent tear she sheds when he asks her for divorce. The silent look of horror before that bomb explodes. The silent sign she gives as she steps into the road. Those silent games they played that went beyond pretend. This silence is forever no beginning and no end.
Deep stuff 👍
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🙂 Dauphy was in a philosophical mood when I gave him his breakfast!
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I totally understand. This morning over breakfast my cat was discussing the ramifications of a totalitarian system in modern society.
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😂That is great news. I thought that I was the only one who was bonkers!🙂
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No, no. My cat is crazy too.
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😂😂😂
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a terrific poem, which its with force !!!
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Thank you John!
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This is a sad and serious one 😳
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I was feeling sad because WP is playing up. 😂😂
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My goodness – let’s hope it doesn’t have any more glitches 😅 great poem though!
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😂 Thank you. I like to go serious, occasionally!
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You changed! Like it.
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Thanks Pete. I’m just having problems editing it now, as you can probably see!
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Well done. Good to see you go serious now and again.
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Thank you !
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Tragic, different for you and D. Well written.
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Thank you my friend!
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Deep for you my friend – and I don’t mean any offence in that.
Your dark is as bleak as your light is hilarious – and I, for one, love both!
👍👍🖤🖤
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Thank you so much. I appreciate the feedback!
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You’re most welcome.
You keep doing you my friend 👍🖤
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