Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The cycle
Posted on 22nd Oct 2021
The cycle A cathedral of colour, palette of yellow, brown, golden, red, mellifluous, mellow. Impatiently shaking her clothes from their frame, keen to renew, recommence, start again. As each chirpy season accedes to a fresh, she herself swells, yet fades with each breath. In a blink, it's the bole must make way for another, sedately decay, giving back to earth mother.
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It’s here!
Posted on 20th Sep 2021
It's here! Squirrels, squirreling, leaves are leaving, glades are fading, shades are shading. Mist is misting, rain is raining, all is all-in, Fall is falling.
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Jailbreak Season
Posted on 22nd Dec 2020
Jailbreak Season Fall guy, springs Winter. Summer leaves.
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Seasonal Change
Posted on 1st Nov 2020
Seasonal Change stunning mother nature fresh frock every day have you met my wife?
This is the first Haiku I ever wrote. It was in response to a challenge to write one about the seasons.
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Seasons
Posted on 30th Oct 2020
Seasons Golden browns Subtle reds Autumn winds Nature sheds. Piles of leaves Lie in heaps Naked trees Squirrel sleeps. Newborn buds Peeping through Promise Spring Start anew.
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Seasonal Change
Posted on 20th Sep 2020
A ‘senryu’ competition entry about seasonal change today…
And if, like me, you thought, “What the heck is senryu?” check out our new senryu page.
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Seasonal change stunning mother nature fresh frock every day have you met my wife?
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