Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
A chat with my maker
Posted on 11th May 2021
A chat with my maker
I hate my nose, God,
It's way, way too big,
And my pale pink skin
Makes me look like a pig.
You need a large nose
To hold up your glasses.
Would you rather you had
A skin like molasses?
Black would be great,
I've no prejudice.
But four foot eight tall
Are you taking the piss?
I save my dark skin
For the people I like
And as for your size,
Well. how big's your bike?
I know that you're busy
With the millions you make,
One thing I detest,
Is the way my hands shake.
That's a small error,
Quality control,
No way it affects
The life in your soul.
Talking of which,
How long have I got,
Before popping my clogs
And starting to rot?
I can't be exact,
It's only a hunch,
All I would say is
Enjoy a good lunch.
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Reflections
Posted on 11th May 2021
Reflections Who's this old guy in the glass Mirroring me, bold as brass? Where did that young feller go, The one who could never say no? And the boy with a head full of dreams, A long distant memory it seems. Would I swap all, and do it again? No, not while my memories remain.
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One Way
Posted on 9th May 2021
One Way
Life's a one way street,
A dead end cul-de-sac,
And when the road's complete,
There is, no turning back.
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Her own little world
Posted on 3rd May 2021
Her own little world
Your fiction is flash, madam,
That clever twist, you had 'em,
And readers, I am gambling,
Enjoy your erudite rambling.
Most everybody knows
You are articulate in prose,
Your poetry is stunning,
Those metaphors, quite cunning.
Your novels are, well, novel
And I don't mean to grovel,
Because when you've finished writing,
That barbecue needs lighting.
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To err is human
Posted on 21st Apr 2021
To err is human
As a young man, I committed an act,
Trivial in nature, but monstrous in fact.
To cover it up, I told me a lie,
Which bothered me since, and will till I die.
A man of the church, would pray to his God,
And cancel that sin. If only I could.
So as I've grown old, I've started to trawl,
Through wrongs in my life, and that was not all.
The errors I've made, are varied and many,
A clock won't rewind, or cancel out any.
Can't live a life, on what-ifs and maybe,
An innocent man, there is only the baby.
We're human, we err, it's sad, but it's true,
Learn from mistakes, the best we can do.
Live for the future, as life is so vast,
Don't look behind you, the past, it has passed.
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Life is…
Posted on 14th Apr 2021
Life is... Life is a puzzle. A cryptic crossword that makes no sense. A jigsaw with missing pieces. A word game in a foreign language. A sudoku that doesn't add up. A Rubik Cube with seven sides. A word-search for meaning.
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Life
Posted on 26th Mar 2021
Life Transient as a wet tyre track on sunwarmed tarmac. Fleeting as the first snow of winter. Evanescent as electricity in a battery. Transitory as the twin towers. Ephemeral as early morning dew. Short lived as a shooting star. Cursory as a nod from a stranger. Invaluable as a Picasso painting. Dear as a diamond anniversary. Inestimable as insects on earth. Precious as your new born baby. We have only one and it melts in the sun.
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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.
