Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Depression
Posted on 30th Jun 2021
Depression
When death
is a looked forward to
release from pain,
then mortality
becomes
almost humane.
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Black Dogs
Posted on 11th Apr 2021
Dauphy: I’m a bit upset this morning.
Hobbo: Why, what’s up?
Dauphy: That Winston Churchill bloke who you like so much.
Hobbo: What about him?
Dauphy: He used to get depressed.
Hobbo: So he did, yes.
Dauphy: Well, I’ve found out that he called his depression ‘The Black Dog’. That’s not very nice is it?
Hobbo: He didn’t mean anything by it. He loved dogs. It was just a metaphor?
Dauphy: He met a what?
Hobbo: It was his way of externalising it. Making it less scary.
Dauphy: Do you do the same when you get depressed.
Hobbo: I do, yes, but you are the black dog who lifts my mood and gets me out of that depression. Listen at this poem.
Black Dogs This black dog inside my head, Makes me sad, depressed. My black dog, who's just been fed, Is my best pal. I'm blessed
Dauphy: Aw, that’s nice.
Hobbo: Feeling better now?…
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Anguish
Posted on 7th Dec 2020
Anguish Imagine your first thought in a morning every morning before your eyes are even open is shit I'm alive again. Now try and move on from there. It's exhausting.
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Effort
Posted on 15th Nov 2020
Effort don't want to kill myself but sometimes wonder if life's worth this effort.
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Choices
Posted on 10th Nov 2020
Choices happiness, depression simply states of mind but what a difference.
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Black Dog
Posted on 26th Oct 2020
The Black Dog You are the sunshine of my life You are, you really are Why does it keep raining then My little superstar?
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Depression
Posted on 12th Oct 2020
Depression I love my sons I love my wife I love my dog I love my life. Why is it then If I'm so blessed That once again I'm damn depressed. Get out of my mind...I hate you.
