Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
This is your life
Posted on 20th Feb 2021
This is your life
Life
may provide
the pen
and the paper
But
you
are the one
who writes
the story.
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The Shopping Trolley
Posted on 19th Feb 2021
The Shopping Trolley Squeaky wheeled, the shopping cart Ferries goodies round the mart. In its ever changing hold Lie lost secrets, never told. Errant husbands in a hurry Farmer types who smell of slurry Secret Santas for the office Squabbling kids who fight for toffees. Fussy sorts, the feely-touchers Veggies who avoid the butchers Grimy toddlers, babes in nappies O.A.P's and cheeky chappies. Lover boys with cheapskate flowers Lonely folk who pass the hours Chatting with the clientele Shopping till that final bell. Thieves with no intent to pay Drunken louts who start affrays Married couples, taking huff Pin striped suits, and working scruffs. Diets won and diets lost Thrifty ones, who count the cost Of each item as they pick it Mentally arithmetic it. Coupon warriors, voucher wavers Flashy spendthrifts, super savers. You've seen the lot, know all our tricks So, can't you get that damn wheel fixed! O.A.P Old age pensioner in UK, senior citizen.
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Tempus fugit
Posted on 18th Feb 2021
Tempus fugit
That breath
you have taken
you will never
breathe again.
The harsh words
you have spoken
can never
be unsaid.
That memory
you are making,
the teardrop
in your eye
and tomorrow
claims the lot,
every thing
a fleeting lie.
Be not afraid
though, little one.
Time flies like this
for everyone.
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Just do it!
Posted on 16th Feb 2021
Just do it
You
are as unique
as a flake of snow
though
equally ethereal.
Live now
fully, quickly
before
that melt-water.
Not tomorrow
it may not
arrive.
Today
do it
make
that metaphorical
skydive.
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Transient as a train timetable
Posted on 10th Feb 2021
Transient as a train timetable Babies have potential Though don't yet know their fate And adults are but children Beyond their best by date. We look into the future Yet dwell upon the past But life is here, right now And it's not meant to last.
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You and me, me and you
Posted on 6th Feb 2021
You and me, me and you You measure success by your power The money you earn by the hour Your place at the top of the chart The people who nod when you fart. Now, I, am content with my lot Whereas you (Sir!), quite clearly are not I always sleep soundly in bed But you chase the dreams in your head. For me, life's a joy and a pleasure My family and friends are my treasure You are constantly searching for more Never pausing to think, what life's for. I consider what use I can be To others, with you it's all me For you, a huge house is essential Though I think it inconsequential. Love that we share and we give Are the tenets by which we should live You think that fame is a must You forget that we all turn to dust. When you die, are there people who'll grieve Or, will they count the money you leave Have you spent your time wisely on earth It's the value that counts, not the worth.
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C’est la vie!
Posted on 3rd Feb 2021
C'est la vie Life is a cornucopia of contrast a cruel joke of juxtapositions. C'est la vie. The unimaginable wealth of royal racehorse owners and The life sapping poverty of the homeless gambling addict. C'est la vie. The limitless optimism of human ideals and the actual reality of everyday life. C'est la vie. The glorious beauty of planet earth and our ugly determination to destroy it. C'est la vie. The corrosive corruption of absolute power and the frustrating impotence of the powerless. C'est la vie. Our futile attempts at cheating death and the inexorable tramp of time. C'est la vie. The carefully crafted images of the poet's pen and the thoughtless hatred vomited on social media. C'est la vie! C'est la vie: That's life.
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The apple of his eye
Posted on 3rd Feb 2021
The apple of his eye Adam, says Eve Do you fancy an apple And then if you're lucky Maybe a grapple. An apple, says Adam Scratching his chin What will God say Won't we commit sin? Eve shows her wares To the shy Romeo Cortland, Pink Lady Jazz, Cameo. Gala and Braeburn Fuji, Jonagold Cosmic and Empire Envy, Gingergold. Golden Delicious Granny Smith Red Delicious Honey Crisp. Newton Pippin McIntosh Cox's Pippin Ruby Frost. Tempting lady And a looker Adam wisely Chose a cooker.
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This is not a rehearsal
Posted on 2nd Feb 2021
This is not a rehearsal The grazing cow, the harvest mouse Fear not, the blood red slaughterhouse. When first a dog looks on your face She looks for love, not creed or race. The giant crab or basking skate They worry not about their fate. Foresight, it's the curse of man To know that there's no master plan. This fear of life, to us unique Curtails our dreams and makes us weak. Ephemeral as our beans on toast Shed those shackles, lay that ghost.
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Another day
Posted on 23rd Jan 2021
Another day storm clouds gathering nature's harbingers of doom birds holding their breath. sun, escapes it's horizon we smile, live another day.
