Best Hobbies Poems
With time on my hands now that I am retired,
To hobbies I have returned,
And I am not disappointed.
I am back into stamp collecting,
Still find it rewarding,
Brain cells re-connecting,
Memories of shared interest with my Mum,
Which was far from Dumb.
Stamps on approval in post,
Hunting for coins that were lost.
To exchange for cheque to send by same day post,
Number of pen pals something to boast.
Waiting at letter box for stamps from foreign lands,
To get into our hands.
Swapping stamps with friends,
Visits to stamp shops,
Asking relatives to save stamps.
The joy of getting stamps from countries just born,
Countries that are no more make me feel old and forlorn.
Saving their stamps for posterity makes me feel re-born.
I go through phases.
Inventor, tennis player, runner, and musician to name a few.
They say the jack of all trades is the master of none.
That's the beauty of hobbies.
Self perception is all that matters.
That's why I'm here.
I believe in my art and my poetry.
Not because people think it's any good,
But because I appreciate it.
Call it selfish,
But don't forget to call it realistic.
I caught the disease before the deadline
before my mid-life crisis
the reinvention
Who can wait for the epiphany of self-discovery?
I’ll force myself to find my passion, and I’ll be great at it,
the best
and it will be entirely willpower
Maybe
Ask me tomorrow
retirement close, Arthur sadly wonders,
ponders ruefully what his passions are!
to merrily spend the days...
golf or pool! dearest wife says -
must get my tea in bed, whatsoever!
May 31, 2022
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Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other"
Anton Chekhov
After a hectic stressful day
Some time for ourselves every day
Doing that which gives joy in every way
Few moments of happiness and gay
Every one should pursue some passion I say!
Hobbies keep boredom away
Passions drive stress away
When sad passions provide a way
They bestow joy without delay
Every one should pursue some passion I say!
When passions become profession and pay
Our work seems like a play
We are exhilarated full day
Success automatically comes our way
Every one should pursue some passion I say!
When body is aged, hairs are grey
When our strength does betray
Our passions like morning sun's ray
Prevents darkness and dismay
Every one should pursue some passion I say!
Childhood, kids should not fritter away
For nurturing talents set aside some time every day
Pursuing extracurricular hobbies keeps them gay
Boosts self-confidence in every way
Every child should pursue some passion I say!
Some love music, some in painting feel gay
Some love sports, for some in poetry happiness lay
Inner joy keeps illness at bay
Advantages of hobbies do outweigh
Pursue some passion without delay!
17th March 2021
Hobbies, I've had many throughout my life
They counteract boredom and help me handle strife
Had many through the years
Many more than my peers
Even better than eating chicken fried rice
When I was young
I always filled my palms
With wafting moments
Borrowed from river of quotidian
I coloured pages of drawing sheets
With sketches of all
I dearly loved
Chicks, puppies and rose blossoms
Singing songs on my own
Was my most special hobby
After completing my school tasks
Knitting and sewing were the hobbies
Painting my winter sunny afternoons
As hours forwarded steps
To end the day's chapter
My most favourite hobby, reading
Brought story books on my lap
But where have they all vanished
As now I run against time
My cell claims my maximum free moments
But yes , my hobby that has always been closest to my heart
Is still on the roll
When I started writing poems I don't remember
That is and will be continued forever
25/02/2019
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I’m sure you have a hobby,
A passion of some sort,
Some people might like biking,
Others might like naughts.
Although some people might think,
Gardening is the best,
For me I think chess is solely the best,
To the point where I would play for hours on end,
With no rest!
There are pawns and knights and bishops,
Don’t forget the forks,
But wait, there’s more,
Can’t you remember the trades?
This amazing game,
Has a truly amazing aim,
To offer a simple trade,
Could end up to be black pieces’ raid!
Now I’m sure you know,
What makes chess so fun,
This game is truly amazing,
So play this game of thought instead of waste your time and run.
My first hobby is to write my diary,
I make my feelings to come out,
The feelings which are bitter and sour,
This hobby clears my every doubt,
And I keep on writing more and more
This task is honest not wily,
And it’s great fun to make a smiley,
And again talk so silly with it,
It gives happiness
My second hobby is to read books,
They let me travel to different places,
Without meeting new faces,
They let me see a large legion,
Of fish, birds and animals,
They introduce me to a strange region,
They give me knowledge,
Introduce me to different animals,
And various types of foliage
They fulfill my desire
So, hobbies develop brain’s each nook,
You’ll sorely feel the pleasure,
When you swim, paint or read a book,
They let me follow our own way,
And make a happy day,
They give fun.
MY HOBBIES---
Since the dawn of 60's
Art and music been close to me
The colors the canvas papers and inks pens
Art drawings Ahh!! yes those Stan Lee Marvel comics
A collector I was and still am
This was and is an activity I engage in for historical reasons and pleasure
Forming a comic club first before role playing cards became popular
In music in high school was in a few groups
But mainly vested in lyric/songwriting my best friend and I
From tenth grade in creative writing class until present time-now
Yet still I write songs and poems
A total of three published works
So I love to collect and read, Marvel comic books
Love to create and draw my own super heroes
Love to write songs and poems praising God
An activity I engage in for historical reasons and pleasure
These are my hobbies I love
An activity interest pursued outside my regular occupation I engaged in primarily for pleasure.
Collecting drawing comics
Reading creating poems and songs
Listening to Christian and Gospel music and K-love
These are the hobbies I does...
1/30/19
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photography
needed a dark room
poetry
had to have a home office
dogs and cats
built a compound
painting
where is my art studio?
my hobbies are a result of my obsessive personality
They usually last two years, two and a half tops
Poetry has lasted four, and painting has lasted six
These two are the exceptions
Maybe because I was always looking for them
Carrying a sleeping baby.
Cleaning after a successful party.
Camping beyond mountains more mountains.
Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.
Eating although the food supply is deeply compromised.
Flying with Democrats and Republicans, evangelicals and atheists.
Flying like a fruit fly that won’t quit mating.
Cool as a hummingbird in the stream’s wet spray.
Abstaining wholly, absent from worldly life.
Two dogs fighting but not biting hard.
Chanting as if the planet were mending.
Gourmet dining, devout prayer, loving Mary.
Evenings watching tv. Scotch and Star Trek.
Taking off Emily Dickinson’s clothes.
Meeting in the meeting house, arguing and praying.
Planning a legacy as if you knew enough to control events.
Pursuing happiness as a naturalist or humanist.
Spinning with the planet, performing the history that surrounds us.
Killing many Germans, saving many Jews.
Doing less until one thing’s done well.
Fainting from staring at candles through stained glass windows.
Morning, a billion trillion nuclear detonations per second warming your
bones.
Manipulating symbols, solving equations.
Disregarding tweets and facebook persuasions.
Sitting with a tiny Buddha near a rushing stream cutting a gorge.
Running, disciplining myself, making myself healthy.
Ingesting drugs, throwing die, drinking sludge.
Growing varicolored corn.
Participating in the cause because it’s impossible not to participate in
the effect.
Running over a chipmunk, groundhog or a skunk.
Lying face down in the emergency room facing doom.
Waking up Monday thinking Sweet Saturday! but soon remembering your
trick knee.
Turning the towering young thunder of my anger against my sons.
Regretting the callow dispassion with which I met my parents’ quietus.
Lawn mowing, leaf blowing, yapping dogs, napping old people.
No jets but a rooster mornings, cows and goats.
Al is painting an apartment. Sirma is cleaning the floors. Felix is taking
out the garbage.
Deciding tentatively I slightly prefer Heifetz’ to Oistrakh’s Sibelius.
No cedar waxwings, no chickadees, but beautiful moon!
If you’re alone as you get, why are you crying?
I met an old man in Atlantic City, in a library by the shore
Through the glass, the ocean shimmered, he couldn't ask for more
He said he'd been retired since his wife had passed away
His kids scattered across the land, it was hard to fill the day
He spoke about Dobbs Ferry library, there sunset paints the sky
From balconies he watches as the Hudson drifts on by
Outside the Hudson Highlands library, a castle on the height
Inside, portraits, paneled wood, and windows with golden light.
[Chorus]
So he goes from town to town, in libraries he finds
So many worlds to enter, and peace to ease his mind
He explores the future and the past, the stories don't grow old
But me, I watch the TV sitcoms, letting time unfold
He liked the New Haven library, where the homeless sometimes sleep
The librarian wakes them gently, though it makes her heart weep
He's been to New York's grand palace, with lions at the gate
In Greenburgh a local sang Western songs, folks danced, it was great
[Chorus]
So he goes from town to town, in libraries he finds
Echoes of a world gone by, and peace to ease his mind
Myself, I watch old action movies, but suspense won't take a hold
Sometimes I feel lost, sometimes I feel cold.
[Bridge]
The Detroit Public Library gave him a pleasant surprise
The city has seen better days, but that place deserves a prize
Built with Vermont marble, Italian trim, a building meant to last
In front a River of Knowledge Mosaic that connects us with the past
I felt a bit of sorrow, his hobby made me fret
I said, "In Atlantic City, there's excitement you can get"
"Come with me," I told him, "There's a place that we can go"
He smiled and said, "No thank you, son, I'd rather take it slow"
[Chorus]
So he goes from town to town, in libraries he finds
So many worlds to enter, and peace to ease his mind
While I sit and watch the reruns, letting time pass by
He finds the temples of the past, a learning kind of high.
He said "I'll stay in these cathedrals of what we used to be
To each his own, before birds flown, on priorities we disagree"
He turned back to his book again, beneath the painted dome
And in that silent moment, I knew he'd found a home.
HOBBIES
We’ve all got hobbies that’s for sure.
Some like to catch fish with worms as a lure.
Some like to sail out on the sea so blue.
Some like to build model planes with paint and glue.
Some like to play or watch football on TV.
Some like to take photos of flowers and trees.
Some like to bake cookies and cakes.
Some like to waterski on big lakes.
Well my hobby is collecting bones for fun,
So a bone or two of yours I’d like to extract one by one.
You won’t miss it a bit I have no doubt.
You’ll just have to sit still while I’m taking them out.