Best Bobby Poems

This one is totally fictional.

Don't cry little guy just 'cause you're moving away
Your daddy's got a brand new job out in Santa Fe
He's trying to...

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Once I'm gone 
I'll only be remembered a small while
I'm a tiny tick on a large dial
The words I breathe will stretch about a mile
Even...

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the Soup bowl,
Not a poet was writing, not even the musing mole.
All their pens were hung by...

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Barefoot we spend our time in spring,
Just giggling kids - how sweet the dream
When we, in love are blossoming.
We splash inside a cool fresh stream.
Our...

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it was the sixties
we were young
we were going to change the world
spin it like a basketball on our finger
take the three point shot 
win the...

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There lives a grand lady near the sea
In Ormand where she delights to be.
She is a Poetess, words she shares
In lovely poems, her heart she...

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If a cat
caught my tongue
it must have been after that
frog
in my throat
that was after those 
butterflies 
in my stomach

Was it vertigo
or did the earth move

I...

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I have so many friends on soup,
it’s hard to pick just one
To narrow down to just a few,
it just cannot be done

Heidi always brings a...

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A BLESSED CHRISTMAS FOR ALL WITH POETRY SOUP

Dear Caren, Andrea, Cay Cay, Carolyn and Jan
Rico, Arturo, Paul and Chris, all of you are the same...

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I’m Not Your Puppet

Don’t you ever forget
that I’m not your puppet! 
I’m not a toy on a string that you can manipulate,
so you can walk...

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I remember as a young boy, going out to play, I would sometimes see old Mr. Kimball, sitting on the steps of his porch, often...

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Looking out at the old oak  tree in my front yard today, I see myself as she is, stripped of all my former beauty...

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Hey there Mister Bobby May,
I am sure I speak for all
When I say, 
That you are a steadfast poet
On Soup, your poems are of note,
Your...

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I have a friend I’ve never met.
She lives real far away and yet,
For her I have a great affection;
There’s an absolute connection.

If I passed her...

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She’s always been a friendly sort
With kindness that I truly adore
With her pen, she never falls short
Always sincere and giving more

I love her verses, filled...

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