Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Longevity
Posted on 17th Sep 2021
Longevity It's not luck of the draw! If you exercise more, cut the drink down a bit and the cigarettes quit. Eat more veg and less meat, spend some time on your feet, make several treks, give up the sex, and don't bathe on the beach, then a hundred you'll reach. ...But I want some fun, ninety nine, that's me done!
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Holding Hands
Posted on 14th Sep 2021
Holding Hands My granny and granddad held hands, I saw them at Bolton-le-Sands. Like an amorous mister and miss, He bent down and gave her a kiss. They looked absolutely in love, Then he gave her a bit of a shove. And she tumbled, without any fuss, Straight under the Lancaster bus, Which granny had never heard coming, For granddad was too busy humming, The tune of a little refrain, It was Vera Lynn's, 'We'll meet again.'
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The Hospice
Posted on 13th Sep 2021
The Hospice "Where is your neighbour?" "Passed away, in the night." "Bloody hell, that is awful!" "Why, I'm alright." "I got his sausage, pinched from his plate." "Sweet Jesus, dad, he was your mate!" "It was no use to him, so why shouldn't I?" Defiant, the look left me wondering why does it boil down to this? We steal from the dead, wait till they're gone so that we can be fed. Then it occurred, that really he cared, his bedside bravado, meant he was scared. The following morning, my father had passed. Who'd got his sausage, I reflected, downcast.
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Not my turn
Posted on 7th Sep 2021
Not my turn A hearse went passed me today, Luckily, I wasn't in it, Though, as I have one on the way, I did stop and check, for a minute.
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Unstoppable
Posted on 4th Sep 2021
Unstoppable I hate this clock, the way that it mocks, my life in it's mimicking way. I'll make it sit up, I won't wind it up, then see what the thing has to say!
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Shit!
Posted on 3rd Sep 2021
Shit We worship it, hawk it, collect it, talk it. Live in it, hear it, put up with it, smear it. Drop in it, eat it, wade through it, repeat it. Watch it, smoke it, stir it, provoke it. Beetles undone, surrounded by dung.
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Slow down!
Posted on 30th Aug 2021
Slow down! If you're in a rush to be buried, live a life that is hurried and worried!
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Passing Time
Posted on 29th Aug 2021
Passing Time One sounds, like a runaway train, determined, the end to attain. One, as auricular should, all solid and brasses and wood. A third keeps apace with my heart, regular, until we depart. And the last one, makes no noise at all, A reminder, that all of us fall.
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Keeping the faith
Posted on 28th Aug 2021
Keeping faith Because you go to church, you think that God won't search out your sins, transgressions, believe that your confessions will save your soul from Hell. Not me though. Ah well! I can be a grumpy sod, but I'll take my chance with God. Though I sometimes err a bit, I am not a hypocrite. Try my best to do what's right, even when life turns out shite!
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That old question
Posted on 11th Aug 2021
That old question
The meaning of life, my friend
May elude us, for good, in the end,
But, I'm convinced, one hundred percent sure,
That it's certainly not about war,
Or fighting, or killing, or guns
Or religion, or rewriting wrongs.
It's all about love, peace and caring,
Helping each other and sharing,
It's not about getting, it's giving,
Embracing our loved ones, that's living.
