Hit me with some Poetry ( Archived) (208)

I May Not Be
by Bobby7

I may not be the smartest man that ever walked this Earth.
But, I examine all the facts, to determine what they're worth.

I may not the kind of man that would stand out in the crowd,
But, I'll always stand behind my friends, and, of that, I'm very proud.

I may not be the kind of man to pass each and every test,
But I am the kind of man who will always give his best.

I may not the kind of man you'd want for company,
I'm a rough around the edges, and that's the way I'll always be.

So, if you stop to chat with me; and if I seem uncouth.
Just fire away your questions, and you'll always hear the truth.

I may not be the kind of man you'd like to call your friend,
But, I'm there each time I'm called upon, and I'll be there 'til the end

And if you think I'm not the man that you think I should be,
Well, when I look into a mirror, a nice man's looking back at me.

I may not be a lot of things that you would have me be...
Diversity's the "Spice of Life"...

That's why You're You...and I am me.

©Bobby7/2006

Writers’ Block
By Bobby7


I can hear my heart strings hummin',
I sense better times a comin’,
I've found a way to crack my mental block!
I gassed up both of my gennys,
Went out and bought a bunch of ‘Bennies’...
‘Cause it could be, I'll be writing 'round the clock!

When I get stuck, or worse, if I evoke the writer's curse,
And the screen on my computer just stays blank
Then I can sit, hour on hour, doin’ all within my power,
To find those damned words hidin' in my tank.

So, I'll pass this on to you, and no matter what do,
Try it out, and if you don’t. then; Don’t you knock it !
'Stead of sittin’ here all night, I simply shock my self to write..
I stick my finger in the handiest wall socket.

Though I anticipate some smirks, I can assure you that it works
For, I've tried it six or seven times before.
I can feel my essence growin', and the words just start a flowin'
When I finally pick myself up off the floor.

Poetry Express
by Bobby7

While Sharon visits Ronnie. I can live it up in style.
And concentrate on poetry, that hasn't happened for a while.
The computer room's quite messy, strewn papers all around.
As I conjure up the magic words, buried here, on hallowed ground.

I've no wood to build a fire, and the room has grown quite cold.
And what's that, on my sandwich? My God...It looks like mould.
The cats are scratching at the door. When's the last time they've been fed?
If Sharon sees her starving beasts, then, I might as well be dead.

A poet's world's a jumble of frustration, sweat, and pain.
As they coax the blessed/cursed pen, and, sometime. all in vain.
And just when they've abandoned hope, and sunk into despair.
The magic words, come floating in, like that!...As if on air.

I can sit, and write and find no rhyme, and then, try and try again.
But to get it right, I need a ride on the 'Struggling Poet's Train'.
If I tried explaining this...to people who don't write.
I'd be wasting time, and maybe rhyme, though, I could prattle half the night.

The "Poet's Train"'s a state of mind attained by very few.
It rushes in to "Poet's Square", with words and rhyme anew.
Its whistle's not a mournful sound, no, not to those who wait.
To pick and plunder poetry, that it carries in its freight.

And so, as I await the 'Train', and the words I hope to find
I sit here like an imbecile, a vacuum for a mind.
But wait, what’s that I hear, the 'Train' is pulling in.
And yes! It brought me what I need, so I can write again.

At last I have the words I sought, and I really must confess
I wept for joy to find them there, on the Poetry Express.
And now I must clean up this house, and put my pen away.

My poem is done,

The 'Train' is gone.

And, the wife comes home today..

©Bobby7/2006

The Winds Of Time
by Bobby7

The winds of time caress my brow, my vision dims a bit, somehow.
I am a different person now, perchance, a bit more sage.
As I reflect upon the past, to seek answers to the questions asked
That I can write upon this page.

I hardly saw the passing years, with all their joys and bitter tears.
They somehow seemed to pass me by; and, now, I vent my rage.
At memories which I have lost, and at the truly awful cost.
Of living in my cage.

Because I’m in my twilight years: I really must confront my fears
I must prepare to face my doom; but not within this lonely room.
I know that I must find a friend, who’ll be there to the very end.
But, how am I to gauge?

The birds sing sweetly, as before, the oceans still caress the shore.
And I am locked, ‘til my last day, in this battle that I wage.
I will fight ‘til my last breath, ‘though I can’t ever conquer death
This could be my last page.

Yet, I have broken all the bars, and gaze in wonder at the stars.
And rejoice in all the miracles, and the loves, that once were mine.
At times, of course my heart was sad, my life’s embraced the good and bad.

Now, I accept the winds of time..

©Bobby7

Timeless
by bobby7


This is not the first time that you are mine,
And I’ve been yours before.
Our lives have always been entwined,
Now, and in the days of yore.

Perhaps I was your shining knight.
And you; my maiden fair.
And I slew dragons with my sword.
Then, brought you flowers for your hair.

Perhaps I was an astronaut,
And you my travel mate,
As we patrolled the universe,
Taking chances; tempting fate.

Perhaps you were a sultry queen,
And I a lowly serf.
Yet, you allowed me in your bed,
And showed me heaven, here on earth.

Perhaps when once again we meet,
As we shall, you and I,
We'll form a shooting star and blaze,
A fiery trail across the sky.

And we leave our earthly shells,
To drift through time and space again.
We'll be together, you and I,
As husband, wife, and friend.

No matter what the future holds,
We'll face it as a pair,
For we've loved each other timelessly...
And all our futures..…We Will Share...

©Bobby7/2006

You, Girl
by Bobby7

My God! Time flies! I'm getting old,
But I've seen miracles unfold!
A baby's birth, an oyster's pearl,
White clouds that look like sails unfurled,
Hot lava a volcano hurled...

And Then There's You, Girl...

I thought love was in my past.
Seldom do I see love last,
And people move around too fast,
But now I know my fate is cast...

For Now There's You, Girl...

I've never met a girl so sweet.
I lay my heart down at your feet.
You've made my life feel so complete
That I can't contemplate retreat...

No, Not From You, Girl.

You make me dizzy with each kiss.
Will my heart beat or will it miss?
I've never really known such bliss,
Or known such peace and joy as this...

'Til I Met You, Girl...

I never thought that life's a race,
So I'll plod along at my own pace.
And dream about your lovely face.
You make my world a special place...

...With Everything You Do, Girl...

©Bobby7/2006

Modred's Curse
by RainbowSlider

I am a open book of magic most sour.
I am the tome of shadows you scour.
You scan me for spells this dark hour.
You read my faulted pages by the fire.

But who can comprehend you, Modred?
Would Merlin know the pages you've read?
Could a candle's flame enter your head?
Why is the Necronomecron by your bed?

You spurn me but my darkness you read.
For your familiar you'd surely intercede.
I have watched your cat for you bleed.
You hold your wand like a broken reed.

Does your eyes sparkle as you interpret?
Or do you think and just then forget?
Are we all just to you like a toy or pet?
Don't you now have a least one regret?

Read on as for me you will surely learn.
With care I know you will soon return.
I will watch you as your eyes will burn.
Know this, "One day it will be my turn."