Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Fear
Posted on 22nd Aug 2021
Fear The old lady who constantly frets, surrounded by Muslims, feels them a threat. Is she racist, or is she frightened? The teenage boy who steals a blade, his cocky stare a masquerade. Is he a thug, or is he scared? The parents who sigh with dismay at signs that their boy may be gay. Are they homophobic, or are they frightened? The abused child who's been defiled, for love becomes a paedophile. Is he a sex offender, or is he scared? The lonely spinster in her flat, talking only to her tabby cat. Is she a witch, or is she frightened? The manager who never doubts, does not explain and always shouts. Is she arrogant, or is she scared? The kid who picks upon the weak, the way they talk or look, or speak. Is she a bully, or is she frightened? Ignorance feeds our fear, I fear, and makes us grow a thick veneer. Are we ignorant, or are we scared?
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Sweet Dreams
Posted on 7th May 2021
Sweet Dreams Good night, night-night, Mind those bed bugs don't bite. Little darling, sleep tight. Creeps down, turns off light. Bed bugs that bite! Eyes wide in fright, Imagines a sprite, Huge teeth, yellow-white. In the gloomy twilight, His fear at it's height, Scared stiff, sits upright, And screams out, forthright. His mother, contrite, Explains that bedbugs don't bite And the calmed little mite, Gets a teddy. Delight!
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Fear
Posted on 12th Apr 2021
Fear
Spiders, snakes, irrational fear,
Can hold us back, and be severe.
Fear of public speaking, talking
To a crowd, or fear of walking
Open spaces, confined spaces.
Fear of people, fear of faces.
Fear of losing someone dear,
Scared of what our loved ones hear.
Scared to venture, scared to try,
Scared of water, scared to fly.
Deep, dark places, dizzy heights,
Anything can give us frights.
Ridicule, fear of rejection,
Anything, upon reflection.
Fear is human, that's no lie,
Can cripple us, can make us cry.
We need to conquer it, aim high,
Pocket fear, reach for the sky.
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A Story
Posted on 1st Dec 2020
Me and Dauphy like writing Haiku. Their brevity doesn’t allow for any pretentiousness. Each word has to be carefully thought about and balanced with its neighbours.
Consequently, when we heard about the concept of six word stories, we were intrigued. I know we all lead busy lives, but surely we’d misunderstood. Six paragraphs, or sixty words maybe, but no, six words it was.
Well, that got my little poet’s noggin working overtime. Dauphy was so interested that he even gave up valuable sleeping time to give me a hand. Genius that he is, he realised that if I gave the piece a title, I could cheat a bit and use seven words! So here it is, our first attempt (drumroll) at a six word story.
Hobbo
Fear Crack. He paused, startled. She fled.
