Best Hobbes Poems
Homer, Aristotle, Hobbes, Locke, Goethe, and Crane;
Chaucer, Shakespeare, Dickens, Tolstoy, Whitman, and Twain;
Whose imagination and toil helped to unfold
Stories, philosophies, and lessons to be told.
The inquisitive student absorbed in his books,
Contemplating and learning while everyone looks
At him with judgmental glances, as if to say,
“Strange seeing him indoors even on this fine day.”
But to him, the weather is of little concern
While he is satisfying his deep thirst to learn.
Taken in by tales of peasants, lovers, and knights,
And those waxing on people’s and government’s rights.
Just then, he feels a chilly draft, but no matter,
As he tugs at his worn jacket collar’s tatter.
Off in the distance, he hears children playing games,
But no match for his fables with fanciful names.
Lost in some fiction, he really can’t help himself,
He thirstily reads his way across his bookshelf.
Hungry – but his knowledge appetite can outlast,
He ignores stomach growls as the lunch hour has passed.
The reader pores on in utter fascination,
As if in a trance, but not caused by libation.
Searching, grasping, he is mentally enraptured,
With meanings bold to subtle all being captured.
In deep translation of the scenes, plots, and faces
Scribed in earlier times and in other places.
He can wait for frolic, frills and things of that kind.
For now, the scholar will sit and enrich his mind.
2/26/17
Bravery/Divinity/Savior/Martyr
Hobbes
Bravery, divinity, savior, martyr,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
Each tying together,
Bound by chains forged of iron.
Bravery is a trait not commonly found,
And often we find,
To the brave we are bound.
But this bondage comes with a price...
Those who walk the divine path are few,
Though high in presence.
They often demand dominance of their people.
A dominance so unsavoury and unfitting for the divine.
A man called saviour it is often found,
Is a slave to his people.
Sold to slavery for the good of all,
As he accends to his richeous standing.
Last but not least the martyr gives her life,
Layed down for the one she calls master.
Be it noble cause or religous zeal,
The master claims her life in the end.
Bondage, Dominance, Slavery and Mastery,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
For in the end even the greatest men and women,
Are sucum to the chains of BDSM.
The Tiger General
Hobbes
The Tiger general strode onto the field of battle,
Tail flowing eloquently as he walked.
And then he turned to his men and began to speak,
They fell instantly silent as he talked.
The general led his men with a strong presence and iron resolve,
They fell into line at a quick command.
When they marched he always took the head,
And lead his men across the fields of sand.
His men followed him with love, respect and admiration.
His feats were the stuff that make up great tales.
Each fur who followed him took every order to a tee.
And when it comes to plans he never fails.
The tiger knew this battle was different then the last,
He felt the tides turn on the winds of change.
He knew that something horrible was about to happen.
He didn't know about the scope or range.
It was in the thick of the combat that he found it out,
and his face changed to one of hidden pain.
But he never showed his men a shred of doubt,
And each passing feeling he would detain.
He started loosing men at an alarming rate,
And he drew his blade and rallied the boys.
But the enemy had an advantage so large,
It made the master steel look like toys.
The guns were blaring left and right as the tiger stood his ground,
Never surrender he yelled to his men.
And nobody saw that he had shed a few tears
For brothers he would never see again.
The general never backed down and stood his ground,
He screamed that he would fight ''til his last breath.
And he fought with burning desire and passion,
He brought many a Soldier to their death.
And when it came time the tiger knew a showdown would occur,
As the two leader met amidst the fight.
The wolf opposite him unsheathed his own katana,
A true battle that would be quite a sight.
Each great leader was gifted with amazing skill,
They fought each other with tremendous guile.
And the further they got the more the tiger thought,
Soon enough the wolf will show his true style.
The battle went back and forth in a clash of sparks,
And then the wolf took out the tigers feet.
The cheater finally showed his true stripes and colours,
And brought the tiger general to defeat.
The tiger general's men rallied on to win the battle,
And even through death he drove them forward.
His men will always remember him as a friend and a brother,
And a man who truly lived by the sword.
A Change Is A Com'n
Though this baby boomer,
(who didst roam man
upon this Earth
since the year
mcmLix) does not
coon sitter himself
a political activist his wear
re: some ness, particularly
with chronic setbacks
inaugurated by President
Donald Trump, an in volunteer
re: response, (asper just
the faintest hint
of a smile) veer
really played itself across
my countenance un bear
ably impossible to depress, repress,
and/or suppress, upon
gleaning America Online
cover headline indicating
Representative Beto O’Rourke,
a (Texas Democrat) care
fully, sir up tush hiss lee,
reportedly, and quietly
considering a 2020 grab
for White House
commander in Chief chair
met with Barack Obama dare
ring political polls
to hedge intimation,
though true motives unclear
that said progressive
former named person
(from Lone Star State)
might be seriously sincere
conjoining what promises
to be a dynamically
hearty, lucky, and plucky
solution to uptear,
the present woebegone crisis
of dreadlock, gridlock, and
padlock stasis, the political
ship of state (Leviathan
countenanced by Thomas Hobbes
circa 1651) pitching
United States government
upon reprehensible threshold
inching the Doomsday Clock
closer than ever to thermonuclear
global mortal kombat triggering
unset of unstoppable subnuclear
barrage in record time (mere
minutes transforming the
world wide web into
many a schmear
compromising most all life
into a bajillion bits
of pulverized powder,
guaranteeing the demise,
sans *****sapiens,
and thus no
Santa Claus to steer
the motley crue
of feisty reindeer,
this above mentioned dissolution,
would sadly, unfortunately,
wretchedly remove *****
as well the straight
sexually oriented persons matter,
would become reconstituted
into surprise show stopping premiere
of some alternate lifeform,
no doubt signalled
with at least one outlier
or maybe even a noncareer mutineer!
Inside this cave, my refuge, nave
I bend and stretch and breath,
to find myself among the ruins
of ancient places, faces, and history.
Although I strive to change the tide
of my own motivations,
something akin to a Zephyr wind
has me returning to old foundations.
Cornerstones, above the bones
of ancestors crying out in vain,
“I too once lived, loved, and looked above,
beyond mountains, clouds, and rain.”
Within my walls I read the call
of (by far more) learned minds,
who looked beyond their own demise,
to future points in time.
Beyond hate and war, the kind that tore
humanity apart at the seams,
cataclysmic, apocalyptic,
nightmare scenes.
Socrates knew, as Plato too
but they were only the beginning,
of a line of thinkers, knowledge drinkers,
all of them underpinning.
How we should live, think, act, and dream
From day to day and night by night,
great thinkers lived that they might give
a more beautiful, brighter, shining light.
Their list is longer than King Tut’s curse
and all the books throughout the earth
could never touch
their individual or collective worth.
From Pythagoras to Parmenides
Democritus to Hobbes,
St. Augustine to Aquinas,
Ayn Rand to John Rawls.
From Thales and Anaximander,
Homer to Thomas Kuhn,
AL-Ghazali to Maimonides,
From Budda to Sun Tzu.
From ancient days to modern ways
of beckoning the questions how and why,
Inside this cave, my refuge, nave,
I bask and ask, the Oracle at Delphi.
Trance
Hobbes
Eyes are blind,
Heavy heart.
Ties that bind,
Staggared start.
Trippy feat,
falling down.
Leaders meet,
Traitors drown.
In the dark,
Theres a light.
Hear the lark,
Brave the fight.
Humbleness,
Love is true.
Truly blessed,
Me and you.
Lift me high
On your wings.
We shall fly,
Song bird sings.
Never fall,
Never fear.
If you call,
I shall hear.
You're the one,
Set me free.
Next to none,
Destiny.
Hear my song,
Dare to trust.
Love is strong,
Hope a must.
Together,
It will come.
Forever,
Stops for none.
Passing glance,
perma-smile.
Happy dance,
Pure denial.
Its loves trance,
Take the trial.
For unspoken answers,
there was always the-
question, why hawks
were needing the peace ?
Tied to innate fringes,
I want an explicit display.
The prologue was very
misleading.
War was inside and
outside. Were you a hobbes-
ian ? I am not afraid
of death.
Reacted so violently.
The colored shirts should be
taken off. Let us see
the scars !
Satish Verma
Captive
Hobbes
I am a maze,
A living puzzle.
My stripes are cover,
Living camo.
I stay hidden
safe from a world of predators.
Humans who would take my hide,
Skin me and hang it like decor.
Use my skin and fur as a rug,
The intricate patterns of natures beauty,
tarnished below the feet of oppression.
I am hunted,
Value lays in my skin.
Money means everything in this world.
My life is forfeit,
meaningless as long as profit is made.
We mean nothing to them.
My brothers fall,
The lion, the panther, snow Leopard.
Each falls to the human hand.
Each sold off into slavery or murdered.
And for what?
I am alone,
I pace my cage,
Asking questions...
No one answers.
This is my prison,
I must live here and I shall die here.
A spectacle for anyone to view.
I am a show for children to scream at,
For adults to take pictures of,
Flashe and sounds that disturb my sleep,
As I fade away to nothing..
A slave in captivity
Star-Crossed
Hobbes Dec 22/09
Two lives that fate and destiny entwined,
Together though circumstance doth protest.
Breaking free of the heavy chains that bind,
Forever, through the worst and through the best.
When things were going neither of their way,
And both had just fun out of luck with love,
The voice of destiny would have its say,
With help and intervention from above.
Approached with open ears and open hearts,
Embraced with care as love came back to light
They found each other and this was the start,
Of true love's embrace wrapping them up tight.
A love so pure, so true, unblemished still,
They tackle life head on with hand in hand.
They take it on with a hope and a will,
As they prepare to take a lovers stand.
We wait so long to find that special one,
The wait is over, their lives have begun.
Self-Reflection
Hobbes
What does it mean to live in fear?
A fear of something inside of you,
Bying for freedom,
Pleading for release,
Fighting for dominance.
Showing visions of death,
Of violence,
Of your innermost desires,
Twisted and disturbed.
They haunt me to this day.
What does it mean to loose control?
All my hatred and anger unleashed,
Harming the innocent,
Destroying my life,
Tearing down barriers.
All I could do was sit by and watch,
Aware and unable to act,
As my body attacked.
Though my mind was trapped inside,
Forced to watch as the horror unveiled.
What does it mean to live in conflict?
I battle so that it can never get out,
Never again harm,
Never voice vile thoughts,
Never spread its hatred.
I have all but destroyed the voices,
But they are still there,
Feint wispers in my mind.
And when I look into the mirror,
I fear it won't be me in the reflection.
The day the beast is free again...
The Bengal
By: Hobbes
As silence falls upon the grasslands
The bengal stalks his prey
Hidden in his camo where he stands
He never backs away.
He uses the grass and the wind and the trees
To hide his form and scent
And the prey that he now sees,
will not know where he went.
The wind sings songs of hunts from past
as the hunter takes chase
And like a blur he moves so fast
you'd never see his face.
His prey is lost he has no clue
of what is yet too come
And then he jumps his aim so true
and catches his prey dumb.
The brothers roll and tustle strong
Until their mother calls
They fill the air with their playful song
And neither of them falls
Into the water they both dive
Too cool off from the heat
They're so happy to be alive
And bask in natures treat.
The bengal brothers play and play
And never tire out
In the water they love to stay
And love to splash about
They prance about in bliss all day
Until the sun goes down
Then to their mom with no delay
Who greets them with a frown.
Struggle
Hobbes
Move along,
Down the line.
Sing their song,
So Sublime.
Inch by inch,
Forward still.
It's a cinch,
Fire at will!
Load your gun,
Ammo pack.
Break a run,
Don't look back.
Heroes must
Never fall,
Love or lust,
Lose it all.
Use your might,
Lose your mind.
Blindly fight
What you find.
No one's right,
Same old grind.
Future sight
Must be blind.
Passion sets
Hearts ablaze.
Place your bets,
Final phase.
Wheels turn,
Hairpins click.
Let them burn,
Light the wick.
Troubled soul,
Calls for help.
Gunshot hole,
Silenced yelp.
Bravery;
Nothing new.
Slavery;
Tried and true.
Locked away,
Tossed the key.
No more say,
Never free.
Time is hard,
Winding slow.
Minds are scared,
Grudges grow.
Face to face
In the sand.
Fill the space,
Final stand.
Battle cry,
Drop 'em dead.
Binds to tie,
Made of lead.
Raise the flag,
Cased in hay.
Light a ***,
Fire away.
Freedom burns,
Liberty.
A nation yearns
To be set free.
Shattered Soul
Hobbes
Fate is a word,
It's reach is true.
I thought obsered,
I was with you.
It showed its face,
It layed its hand.
Destroyed our base,
Dead on the sand.
I try to smile,
To keep my cheer.
Escape the pile,
Not shed a tear.
I'm torn inside,
My heart and soul.
We're forced to hide,
We dug a hole.
I love him so,
He is the one.
One thing I know,
He's his dad's son.
Taken away,
Shown real pain.
Given no say,
No more to gain.
Its not a joke,
This just got real.
They'll see us choke,
Its a big deal.
If love is blind,
I'll never see.
And we will find,
We're never free.
I took a chance,
Gave love a shot,
Held a firm stance,
I won't be bought.
My heart is dead,
Fate took its tole.
I lie in bed,
A shattered soul.
Black Ice
Hobbes
Her love is a gamble true,
Just like driving on black ice.
Be careful or else she'll scorn you,
So take a chance and roll the dice.
Should you fail, your soul will suffice,
But victory will taste so nice,
She'll fool you, not once but twice.
She'll take your eyes and rob you blind,
So look inside, I'm sure you'll find,
That the truth that you seek is near.
Just take the wheel for now you steer.
Don't drive too fast, just take it slow,
Black ice is a killer, you know.
Don't loose control, keep steady hands,
Hold on untill you reach the sands.
She'll kill you once in body and soul,
Score one more up for her kill tole.
When day fades to night you shall see,
The monster that is truley she.
And only then will you be free.
A fickle friend the fates are true,
Three oracles to squak at you.
Like backseat drivers they never quit,
but you just put up with their fits.
Untill one day, your death they see,
And you see how wrong they can be.
Now you're spinning out of control,
You've seen it too, you know your role.
Now off a cliff and into the sea,
Forever silent they shall be.
Freedom always costs some price,
This often comes with your vice,
And your life may seem so nice,
But you're always driving on black ice.
The Affinity
By Hobbes and Malkheus
*Quick note*
This is a poem that me and a friend wrote for the poets guild over on www.furaffinity.com,
which I founded.
Supportiveness and togetherness
The friendship and family
a place where we can always turn in times of need
the people who always support and accept us
people of all kinds, gathered for one reason, one purpose
people of different reasons, different purposes, seeks for one things
the thing that everyone wants, acceptance
The meaning to one's life
The fandom is the product of a collective longing
Men and women who face diversity every day
Child and man who faces life hardship every moment
We capture that, as writers, and imortalize it with our wirds
Thorough such desire the stories unfold
We are the voice of a community whos goal is unification
The countless pages filled with thoughts
All we want is to be heard
All we want is to be seen
To be understood and above all accepted
To be exist and above all to find the will to live
We are the guild, giving voice to those who can't find it
We are guild giving the sight to those who is lost
We are the guild,
And none can tell us otherwise