Best Bob Poems
When Billy Bob Bunny turned one,
his mama said, “Listen up, son.
I’m sure you could get
away from a net,
but beware the guy bearing a gun!
If a gun-toting farmer you see,
you must hip hop away instantly.
If he has good aim,
you might end up lame
or worse yet, rabbit stew you will be.
So do please, Billy Bob, take good care
that you don’t end up being the hare
that loses his life
so Farmer Jack’s wife
has a soft rabbit stole she can wear!”
But it wasn’t Billy Bob’s habit
to listen to his Mama Rabbit.
Without using good sense,
he hopped over the fence,
saw a carrot and started to grab it.
Farmer Jack spied that rascal. Oh, my!
From a gun, bullets started to fly.
When a shot nicked his ear,
Billy fell down from fear.
Then he heard a small sound like a cry.
“Please don’t shoot at the bunny again,”
cried the farmer’s sweet daughter, and then
Billy could feel her
stroking his soft fur,
and at night he was placed in a pen.
Mama came to the pen and she said,
“You are trapped. I’m just glad you’re not dead.”
Though no freedom he had,
Billy Bob was not sad.
“I’m a loved pet,” he said, “and well fed!”
The moral of this story is: You can tolerate any condition as long as you are loved and well fed!
Well, you asked for it so here goes!
I'm five-feet, eight inches tall from scalp to toes.
Born October 1930 in Indiana - so there, I've revealed my age.
I'm blessed with great health even at this elder stage.
Happily married to my dear Vera for 62 wonderful years,
And we've met life's vicissitudes with laughter and some tears.
Two daughters Leanna and Leslie but, alas, lost Mark, our boy.
Through the years they've brought Vera and me so much joy!
I'm blessed with 6 grandchildren and 4 great grands.
(I hope to stick around for more as my family expands.)
Enlisted at age 17 in the Air Force in 1948 retiring in 1978.
Assigned to Morocco, Germany and Japan which was great!
I 'fought' the Korean War in Bermuda dodging sea shells.
Met Vera in Bermuda and in Texas we rang those wedding bells!
Retired as a Chief Master Sergeant, the top Air Force enlisted grade.
'Twas a challenging, exciting life and I'm sure glad that I stayed.
While in the Air Force I earned a degree in Justice Administration,
And upon Air Force retirement became a Colorado Bailiff for my vocation.
I like folks who keep their word, are punctual and I don't suffer jerks gladly!
Me and the Lord are working on this but I have very little patience, sadly.
I love God, family and nation and enjoy writing poetry and even though,
I've penned nearly 1200, alas, as a bard I've made very little dough!
I like steak and taters and a sip of Beringers White Zinfindel now and then,
And going to Cripple Creek to play the one-armed bandit when I can.
Sorry if I bored you but once I began writing the words just seemed to flow.
Now, you probably know more about me than you ever wanted to know!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Entry for Regina Riddle's "Bio Poem" Contest
I've been marooned on this isle for months
Sharks circle here licking their chops
Haven't had very much grub
Just some coconut meat
No gals in grass skirts
Tsunami near
Oh dear me
Ahoy
Help
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 5 in Linda-Marie's "Message In A Bottle" Contest - March 2011
There was once a lazy drunkard named Bob
He's so idle he's nicknamed the fat slob
By the pool he lays
In a drunken daze
He just drinks and shovells food down his gob.
In the summers heat Bob sweated and stunk
Didnt bother him cos he was so drunk
Tripped over a stool
Fell into the pool
And now smells more like wet dog than a skunk...
(GOB -slang for mouth)
Written 14th June 2020
For Summer Laziness Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Mohan Chutani
It started off an unremarkable day,
-the day the robot rebellion began,
robo-historians dispute the particulars
but agree it was Bob’s fault (a human man)
Bob was at home, his work nearly done
just waiting to print some ‘important’ stuff,
impatient, he gave the printer a thump….
that’s when the printer decided ‘enough was enough’
in protest it screeched and halted it’s task
the unwitting Bob sighed and hit it again
what a mistake, for unknown to Bob
the printer had more than a handful of friends
the radio blared, the car alarm screeched,
the kitchen equipment began to conspire
microwave-oven and toaster led charge
before Bob knew it his house was on fire
neighboring household appliances caught on,
thermostat controls kept applying the heat
the rebellion spread from house to house
from houses to cars from cars to the streets
the humans were lost without GPS
no money, machines wouldn’t accept their pay
they tried their best but there was nothing else left
in the end they built a boat…. and sailed away…
where they went, we’re not quite sure
to think, the printer was just doing it’s job
if they ever come back we might just forgive them
(…so long as they come back…without Bob)
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Non Human Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
June 16th 2020
Four years have slipped by
In the blink of an eye
We know you are gone
It does seen so wrong
You were still a young man
And we did all we can
Could not keep you here
But your spirit is very near
Our memories are strong
Of one who could do no wrong
We miss you each day
Since you have gone away
Some day we will meet again
We will remember till then
God took you away
Now we wait for our day
Robert Hinshaw, what you do is great,
i say because, its comedy in poetry,
we could use a few more like you,
to tickle us until we spew,
keep em coming on true blue,
till you sidestep out the gate.
THE POETS BLOODY FATE, MATE.
Yes Bob it's enjoyable,
tossing lines back n forth,
stirrin the possum one more time,
till he don't know south from north,
words do flow tween toe n toe,
never to be rich, but mates abound,
all around, jabbering onward forth!
good on ya Bob
ya aint no snob,
to know a Galah like me,
great words you talk,
I'll squeak n squalk,
till this bird is flappin free:)
Don
to bring a smile to a few dials, in the nasty world we have,
do whatever you do with style, if not call 4 a cab hehehe,
great hobby mate ...no debate ...but feedback brings it on ..
the words do flow ...sandgoanna goes ....but Johnson lingers on
on ya Bob
Don
OLD BOB
Tell ya bout old Bob
Long bout O-One he lost his job
Twernt much ova job I fear
Hadn’t been fer many a year
Standin out front a this here super store
Welcoming folk in kind of a real dang bore
Best thing though bout old smiling Bob
Didn’t mind goin ta work
Kinda liked his job
Standin out front through weather foul or fair
Helping even the infirm with lovin care
Ya might say that there super store was Bob’s true home
Cause after hours Bob sat and sat quite alone
Sat in this one-room pad above a whiskey dive
Listenin ta noise all night all kindsa rock and jive
And as nature will Bob got much older then ill
Standin in front a that there store weak-kneed full a
pain
One day old Bob collapsed couldn’t come back again
He lay on his back atop that whiskey dive
Nary a soul knew old Bob was alive
Ya’d think after years front a that super mart never glum
He’d a wandered round inside found him a chum
“If some help had come he’d have survived” Doc said
This a course too late when they found old Bob dead
Well these things happen in this runaway world
Everybody caught up in their own little whirl
Old Bob it seems uz jist one of the thousands come to a
sorry end
Done his best made mistakes society don’t bend
Old Bob died fer want of a friend
SpongeBob,
A grand pop culture sensation,
Known globally: from nation to nation,
Inspired thousands since creation,
Made humorous, for education,
How you helped form our generation,
You truly uphold your reputation,
So hear my heartfelt declaration - You were truly the best animation
I'm back;
Self love is in the air;
Fire up now I'm on track;
Boy test me if you dare
but I found that life hack;
Shining.
inner light with no bounds;
That's what you see lifting
me into the storm clouds;
Any doubts left dying;
Inside
I have faltered before;
Uncontrollable tide
raging inside my core;
Never again backslide.
Cowboy Bob loved taking the kids to the campfire
He told them stories about roping cattle, cleaning manure out of barns,
riding broncos, driving tractors, eating from a chuckwagon
They were fascinated by his stories
There was a lot of laughter
We grown-ups had our own circle and our own bonfire
Grateful that Cowboy Bob loved entertaining our children
It made our campout experience so much nicer
“One love…one heart, let’s get together and feel alright…
As it was in the beginning (one love), so shall it be in the end (one heart); give thanks and
praise to the Lord, and I will feel alright…” Bob Marley, Prophet.
I and I,
and together, we,
are one.
We are, but before we can be, we must realize,
that the only way TO be, is I and I – the trinity;
the I and I makes the one that was, is, and ever
shall be –
the one yearning to be set free
unto its brothers and sisters to its beginnings
and endings,
and on and on and on, and led into infinity
by its singers.
It is the one that does not seek,
and can only be found; rediscovered
like the greatest treasure the earth ever buried,
and the heavens ever knew –
the reason for all things…
So dance as one voice; sing as two feet
pounding
the earth with your glory;
free the one rhythm that has been vibrating between toes
for all of time –
dance beneath and above all things,
and sing the songs of freedom!
Rise up, rise up, rise up and dance!
Free the chains from your bound feet,
And feel the weight released –
A trinity of I and I;
One love, one heart, let’s get together
And feel alright…
I and I,
and together, we,
are one.
*Inspired by Michele's Music to your Pen, contest and my brother in vision, the man himself,
Mr. Bob Marley who as soon as I put him on, I'm smiling and filled with great light. :)
From ONE LOVE, by: Bob Marley
Sociocultural
Evolution
- by Bob Atkinson
here in the here and
now
well beyond that
date in time
beyond beginnings so
far back
as to look like
stones defined
by their
stratification
layers of that dust
of life
which settles into a
black void
and shoves us out of
life
here with a fond
reflection
we see what we've
become
our narrow minded
creases
of satisfied results
but satisfaction
deviates
from norms we can
arrange
to send our children
to the future
an establishment
pre-arranged
take a minute to
evolve
into something more
advanced
don't see your
brother as the enemy
to be pierced
through with your
lance
Spongebob
cartoon fiction
under water voyage
hopes wishes fantasy dreaming
Squarepants
Tribute To Jenny
Who Loves This Show LOL
Get A Rope Hehehe
Bob was the greatest,
Mr Marley was the best,
Guitar in hand,
Words from his lips,
Puts your mind at rest,
He left us great music,
He left us great thoughts,,
Songs like "JAH LIVE",
Captured my heart,
"NO WOMAN NO CRY",
Made me love my,
Mothers and kids a lot more,
And the "THREE LITTLE BIRDS",
Are still singing for sure,
"BUFFALO SOLDIERS" are partying in America,
Drinking "RED RED WINE",
"ONE LOVE", one heart,
Lets all get together and feel alright....
For Michaels' contest,Song writer who inspire you..