Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
A tad excited
Posted on 6th Jan 2022
A tad excited My youngest son in Australia Unseen for over three years Is over here in Lancashire. What can I say; I am more excited than An excited, excitable thing On Excitement day. So, Up Yours Covid!
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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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Bittersweet
Posted on 18th Dec 2021
Bittersweet I miss you so much, everywhere I turn are constant reminders; The sweet scented rose; how prickly you could be. The hourglass vase; how fragile you were. The delicate flowers; the attention you needed. The changeable weather; your capricious moods. The twinkling stars; your ability to lie. And the dog's soulful eyes; the shit that you sold me. But I still miss you.
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Seasons of life
Posted on 8th Dec 2021
Seasons of life
Spring
It’s fashion, it’s passion,
it’s sporting, it’s courting,
it’s all about falling in love.
It’s sowing, it’s growing
and yearning and learning
what it means to walk loved hand in glove.
It’s exploring, deploring,
it’s hoping and coping,
it’s having some muscles to flex.
It’s exciting, inviting,
it’s all new and all you,
the very invention of sex.
Summer
It’s working, some shirking,
ambition, fruition,
a bit, to be honest, yes guv.
It’s slippage, it’s marriage,
it’s squadrons of children,
it’s learning the meaning of love.
It’s romantic and frantic,
energetic and hectic,
the busiest time of our life.
It’s stations, vacations,
promotion, devotion
and knowing you’ve found the right wife.
Autumn
It’s grown kids and grandkids,
retirements and virements,
a warm, fluffy socks kind of love.
It’s possessions, impressions,
it’s cynical, clinical,
the need for a bit of a shove.
It’s grilling, it’s chilling,
it’s box sets and twin sets,
a chance for the world to slow down.
It is cocoa and go-slow,
it’s white hair, -where? -right there,
a stroll down the quiet side of town.
Winter
It’s aching and shaking,
it’s fresh ills and more pills,
above all a chance for reflection.
It’s objective perspective,
it’s welcome and wisdom,
a counting of blessings collection.
It is Lord Above love,
it is last minute faith,
thanks given for each shallow breath.
It’s tearful and cheerful,
it’s goodbyes and don’t cries,
Then finally, my friend, it is death.
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Getting there
Posted on 4th Dec 2021
Getting there We live our lives fast-forwarding to get to the best bits and when the highlights are behind us, that's when we realise that there is NO rewind button. If we still have time the best we can do is hit the pause button and take a breath.
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Passing Places
Posted on 1st Dec 2021
Passing places Our whole lives are spent revisiting people, places and opportunities we have already seen but didn't appreciate when we were younger versions of ourselves.
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The science teacher
Posted on 7th Nov 2021
The science teacher Though angle, she reasoned, Gave birth to the seasons, The distance is vital as well, A tad more remote, We would need thicker coats, Much closer, we'd all burn in Hell.
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Skittles
Posted on 5th Nov 2021
Skittles Skittles and beer, Sunshine and cheer, For most people struggling through, Life's hard work and muck With a bit of good luck And mebez a chuckle or two.
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Threes
Posted on 1st Nov 2021
Threes The telly died first, Champions League, Liverpool v Athletico. A dark shadow spread over the pitch, obsolescence built in, an electrical cancer, aggresive and terminal. Quickly sorted though, online bargain, free delivery too. Then the boiler, mid-shower, no power. That, a smidgeon more difficult. Phone line suggested going online, Mr W.W.Web was not available. Finally made contact with a human being, or a recording of one, to be accurate. Appointment made, any time between 6am and 11pm! Brilliant, job done. Unable to sleep. Worry of engineer's visit. Check watch, 1.45am again, the same as last time I shook it. Watch is broken. Should have got that second hand Rolex I couldn't afford. Ah well. That's three. At least it's not me. Not this time anyway.
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