Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Fortune telling
Posted on 19th Mar 2022
Fortune telling My future must be very small to fit inside a crystal ball; our lives are over in a flash, a quick one-two and then, we're ash.
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Where did that go?
Posted on 12th Feb 2022
Where did that go? Life is so fugacious, We should be more sagacious And live a life, vivacious With appetite, voracious. Avoid all things vexatious, And characters pugnacious, Look for the efficacious And strive for all things spacious. No matter how tenacious, We're all from dust, crustaceous; Destined for beds, herbaceous Our ashes spread, good gracious!
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The Big Sleep
Posted on 23rd Dec 2021
The Big Sleep You can't buy your way out. Fame doesn't help. Luck will not escape it. You can not reason with it. Religion won't save you and kindness is treated with the same disregard as wickedness. When it's your turn, all you can do is surrender yourself to its secret.
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The List
Posted on 20th Dec 2021
The List The electric bill, the gas one too, apologies to auntie Sue. That washing up, the dirty car, a shopping list for local Spar. A boring book, my ragged lawn, replacement of my clothes, well worn. Unfinished work, the onerous task, no need to do, I've dropped the mask. I'm going to die soon, turn to mist and this lot's on my 'fuck it' list!
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Death by human
Posted on 31st Oct 2021
Death by human Singly it's a homicide, a murder, get you sent to purdah. On mass, massacre, butchery, ethnic cleansing, genocide, inflicted on oneself, then suicide. State sponsored, liquidation, assassination, legally backed, then execution. Indisputably, no gainsaying, whatever way you look at it, it's slaying.
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I would rather…
Posted on 25th Sep 2021
I would rather... I would rather forget about the virus, pretend that it doesn't exist. I would rather people were equal and treated each other with respect. I would rather we could survive without material things. I would rather love were the only thing that mattered, and I would rather, much rather that you were still alive. But none of this is possible, so, I will bubble along inside my bubble until finally, it bursts.
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R.I.P Joe
Posted on 23rd Sep 2021
R.I.P Joe Here, the remains of bungalow Joe, Cop signalled stop, Joe thought she meant, no, Which, when you are driving a forty-ton truck, On a freeway, in rush hour, is more than bad luck.
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Death of a bee
Posted on 22nd Sep 2021
Death of a bee The miniature tiger lay perfectly still, frosted wings motionless, quite clearly ill. We all have to die but I still had to try. I laid the poor creature on the old water feature, hoping that drinking would stop her from sinking, but this beautiful thing, the size of my thumb nail, breathed her last breath and sadly succumbed.
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The Hospice
Posted on 13th Sep 2021
The Hospice "Where is your neighbour?" "Passed away, in the night." "Bloody hell, that is awful!" "Why, I'm alright." "I got his sausage, pinched from his plate." "Sweet Jesus, dad, he was your mate!" "It was no use to him, so why shouldn't I?" Defiant, the look left me wondering why does it boil down to this? We steal from the dead, wait till they're gone so that we can be fed. Then it occurred, that really he cared, his bedside bravado, meant he was scared. The following morning, my father had passed. Who'd got his sausage, I reflected, downcast.
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Not my turn
Posted on 7th Sep 2021
Not my turn A hearse went passed me today, Luckily, I wasn't in it, Though, as I have one on the way, I did stop and check, for a minute.
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