Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The Collage
Posted on 21st Jan 2022
The Collage Monochrome memories cocooned in the gloom of yesterday's shoebox. Undusted heirloom. Scissors and sellotape replace solitaire; glueing and giggles of a carer who cares. Lives in a gilded frame for friends to enjoy; souls liberated. Teardrops of joy.
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Bungalow Joe
Posted on 7th Jan 2022
Bungalow Joe They call him Bungalow Joe Because he has nothing upstairs But people around do not know And often are caught unawares By the guy who they classify zero On account of his leisurely mind, Who, nevertheless is a hero Because he's both thoughtful and kind.
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Payback
Posted on 15th Nov 2021
Payback Brief thoughts cast lifelong shadows. Small words leave the deepest scars, as harmonious birdsong on sunlit meadows, kind deeds calm the brouhaha.
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Treating people properly
Posted on 24th Apr 2021
Dauphy: Did you see that old guy on the telly last night.
Hobbo: No, I missed that.
Dauphy: A hundred and three he was. How much is that in dog years?
Hobbo: About fifteen I suppose.
Dauphy: Wow. Anyway he didn’t look it, and he was saying how much kinder people have been since he reached a hundred.
Hobbo: That’s because most folks respect old people.
Dauphy: But why can’t they be kind all the time, like dogs.
Hobbo: Now that Dauphy, is a very good question…
Treating People Properly
The chap was over a hundred
Found that people were kind all the time.
It should've been sooner he wondered,
Now that, is a nice paradigm.
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