Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Question everything
Posted on 13th Sep 2021
Question everything My darling child. I wish for you to learn something. How, mummy? By listening to someone special. Who, mummy? Me, sweetheart, your mother. Okay mummy, when? This morning? Where, mummy? Right here, right now. And what are you going to teach me mummy? That you must learn to question everything. Everything, mummy, why? Because, if you want to change things in life, then you must learn to ask questions about everything and anything. It is very important. Mummy, can I have an ice cream now please? No. Why, mummy?
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What children need…
Posted on 15th Jul 2021
What children need... Snuggles and cuddles And jumping in puddles, Chocolate and cheesecake And noises that bees make, Laughter and lollies And jim-jams and jollies, Christmas and Santa And juvenile banter, Loving and laughter And dads acting dafter, Old pals, and new friends And mazes with dead ends, Starlight and moonshine And days in the sunshine, Christmas and parties And sweet apple tart is, When push comes to shove, Our children need love.
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My Child
Posted on 12th Jun 2021
My Child
My darling child,
as you journey through life,
I wish you love.
Not the destructive love
of wealth and material things,
but the constant love
of family and friends.
Not that selfish love
of my, me, self
but the fulfilling love
of helping others.
As you grow older,
I pray that you will learn to love
truth, honesty, justice, integrity,
health, happiness, freedom and equality.
I wish you
the passionate love
of a lover,
and the faithful love
of a soul mate,
but most of all
love of life.
My child, I love you
and I give you
my parental love,
unceasing and unconditional
until the day I die.
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Boy’s toys
Posted on 12th May 2021
Boy's toys There was a little boy And he had a favourite toy, Playing with it every day. He brummed it on the floor Excitedly before His mommy took the tortoise away.
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Transient as a train timetable
Posted on 10th Feb 2021
Transient as a train timetable Babies have potential Though don't yet know their fate And adults are but children Beyond their best by date. We look into the future Yet dwell upon the past But life is here, right now And it's not meant to last.
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The caring profession
Posted on 25th Jan 2021
The caring profession A woman with problems, Fallopian Saw a specialist doc, Ethiopian Eighteen kids later She sued this creator For spoiling her life style, Utopian.
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Generosity
Posted on 18th Nov 2020
Generosity generosity towards our children can be mistaken for wealth.
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Pride
Posted on 9th Nov 2020
Pride pride, the thing we feel when our children do something which we can not do.
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Children
Posted on 24th Oct 2020
Children Children talk of Monsters and Santa Adults engage in Cruel banter. Kids believe In the Easter bunny Grown ups worship The power of money. Children want Sweets, hugs and toys Adults seek Refuge from noise. Anything naughty An adult forbids What adults want mostly They want to be kids.
