Best Hobbs Poems
Once upon a time
In a land far away
A Baby was born
On a bright winter’s day
He was a happy baby
His laughter quite the treat
He was perfect from his head
To the bottom of his feet
He was born a Prince
So they wanted a regal name
The Queen called on her subjects
“Please come join in our games.”
“The winner will choose
our young Prince’s name.
To be spoken throughout the land
to bring the Prince fame.”
They brought their lances
Their armour and swords
In their search for Glory
and to win big awards
But the greatest prize
to select the Baby’s name
The winner so honoured
would gain great acclaim
They fought upon horses
In matches on the street
All manners of combat
Many foes to defeat
At the end of the week
One winner was proclaimed
The public all cheered him
For the Prince would be named
The winner was a man
Who, had not a name
He’d lived all his life
carrying that shame
So he thought for many hours
What name might be best
He searched all manner of books
So the Prince would be blessed
Alexander or Richard
Maybe Demetrius or Hobbs
Perhaps Matthew or Vincent
Or something simple like Bob
After hours of research
His choice was revealed
Written on a Silver Scroll
The name was unsealed
Queen Harleen was ecstatic
Dressed in a gown of gold
The Baby Prince in her arms
She did affectionately hold
King Matthew took the Prince
Introduced him to the crowd
“His name is Benjamin
Of him we’re all proud.”
Dedicated to our son Matthew, our daughter in-law Harleen and of course the star of the Tall Tale, our new Grandson Benjamin.
Were you there in the slaughter of millions,
Did you sail away to the great world war,
Tween 1914 and eighteen,
with the crimson of blood an the gore,
Were you bullied there by the master,
To do your duty once and ever more,
To fight for the Empires fat masters, get cut down,
No you’d never a chance, with the gas and the dance,
And the murder when 200 guns roar.
Ultimate class distinction was there,
You were Hobbs or a Jackson, rare,
And the officer was always mister or a Sir,
But in your mind you called em cur,
When they walked you into the machine guns.
They should have sent the generals into bat,
War would be over rat a tat tat,
More blood n guts upon the flat,
With just the generals wife a crying… Don Johnson
Reluctantly, I'm ascending stairs. . .
Sensations of a dreadful cold
Permeate my trembling skin.
Through the window the moonlight glares.
My footsteps falter, but I'm growing bold,
And my climb begins again.
Darkness grips me with its wicked claws.
Something lies concealed.
I hear my heart beating frantically;
A dark foreboding gives me pause.
Consumed by it, my spirit chills;
I must unveil what hides from me. . . .
* My daughter,Angela Hobbs, who is writing a novel based
loosely on her first marriage, had me collaborate with her
on this poem that is the introduction to her novel named
"Confidentially Yours" and which is done in form of letters
written to a fictionalized friend. Angela dabbled in poetry
in high school and I am thrilled to see her sprinkling poems
into her novel. Praying it will be able to be published one day.
I still need to get started on MINE!! BTW: both stanzas are
ours. It was her idea and I helped a lot with the phrasings.)
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Number of Man
(Webster’s Ninth)
Money trail reveals factor
To assemble humans follow layout
Swat down charges with linguistic racket
Sticks more effective than carrot dangle
Arguments sustained by pundits' jangle
Beached on shallow force Fed truths we paddle
Pedantic pets get paddle
First world states where offspring are a factor
Searching for meaning results in jangle
Pogroms programmed in digital layout
Preach peace while children from clotheslines dangle
Dichotomy the full courtpress racket
Tax credit skin trade racket
Birth control for those learning to paddle
Tout facts as contexts, like syntax, dangle
Infrastructure to control the factor
Roman Rhodes lead all through latent layout
Deaf ears strain to hear warning bell’s jangle
Legalized fictions jangle
Integration catalyzed by racket
A body of work produced for layout
Leaves us without proverbial paddle
Multiply the lie to find the factor
What tales are told from the yardarm dangle
Join the police state dangle
Riot inciting projection jangle
Plausibility denying factor
The legislative extortion racket
Brings independence beneath the paddle
All contingencies covered by layout
Camp Kapos marked for layout
Every scapegoat has his day to dangle
No room for slaves who refuse to paddle
Loose lips fill shipping lanes by their jangle
Synthetic avatars fuel our racket
Never ask what long term effects factor
Layout a dialectic to jangle
Dangle clues via distracting racket
Paddle but fail to account for the Factor
© L.K. Hobbs 2018
In my day summer fun was crazy!
Malta comes to mind, vivid memories.
Playing water polo in the roughest sea!
Crazy!
Snorkelling on my own, two minutes down,
looking up, fifty foot, gagging!
Worth it, the wonders seen, amazing!
Crazy!
Three times rescued, suffering cramp,
swimming, the worse, with a friend,
we'd swam a bay one k., halfway back, it struck!
Crazy!
Diving off a thirty-foot cliff,
swimming up the cliffs water spout,
on rough days could be seen for miles!
Crazy!
Oh! I could do it all again, sadly now not even a maybe!
We, the wife and me, still enjoy the summer sun,
on our patio with family and friends, fun, but never
Crazy!
All true, the friends who saved my life, Alan Hobbs
Captain Ian Spence, then a bunch of mates,
who noticed I was being battered by the heavy seashore surf.
Crazy!
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Walking hand in hand
By the distant shore
Sharing life together
Laughter once more
Talking about the good times
Forgetting about the old
Knowing in our hearts
To each we hold
Blessings we share
From day to day
Success is for sure
And, it's on the way
One chapter may be closed
One window may be opened
But, tomorrow will come
With the blesseth
Assurance of the Lord
Copyright 2002 by Betty L. Hobbs
Dedicated to her oldest son and his new second wife
Oh, lidded kettle boil me water fast
I cannot live without your heated blast
Your spout is small but perfect for its use
And, as your lid is hinged. it can’t get lost
An electric kettle made by Russell Hobbs
A teapot with a spout and lid with knob
Are what the English need in times of storm
If crisis comes, we need tea hot, not warm
I don’t object to diverse kettle brands.
We had a coal fire once with kettle stand.
Its metal black from soot an burned by coke
We made our neighbours tea which seemed to smoke.
Ah ,kettle , instrument of civil life
We cannot boil our water on a knife.
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
They laid rocks all upon me, and again I say
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
I was a farmer, in the spring of Salem late
My wife is to be hanged the following day
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
Oh Martha I’ve sinned, though not what they state
There shall be no confession, so here I will lay
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
I’ve afflicted no person to meet this gruesome fate
Accused by a witch they say changed her way
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
Three days pass, my conviction won't abate
Stone by stone, my hope for reason gone astray
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
Crushed to dust, before they’ll clean my slate
Oh Miss. Hobbs, for your betrayal you will pay
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
I will never plead. More weight, more weight.
Day and Night I dream
Hoping to see what is out there for me
Yet I wonder if it was ever meant to be
That anyone would be able to see me
That is just another story
But hey, but whom am I to worry
They way ahead is all too blurry
Nonetheless, I will begin this journey
You will be everything I need
Without you I will not breathe
Truth be told I think about you all the time
Even though you're not even mine
Everyday my need for you gets stronger
The days of waiting keep getting longer
Maybe one day we will find one another
Who knows? We may already know each other!
This world might be huge
But you will still be my refuge
Please find me
Whoever you might be?
Copyright 2008 - Written by my Grandson, Steven Hobbs
That you will answer
My prayers today
That I will seek
You thru
In all my life
In all I do
I think of you each day
And wish I could see
Your face
The joy you gave to me
Is lost away from me
Oh help oh lord I pray
And lead him to the way
Forever there will be
An ever lasting eternity
Forgive him where he has failed
And change his life
And wish him well
And never let him
Crazy to tell
Doesn't he know
I wish him well
That he will open his eyes
And then sat down and cry
For laughter is no fien
When you hurt someone
In denying not there it stays
Still you find a better way
Forgive him of his sins
And let him have a
New life to begin
I am old and not grey
But in this life
I will stay
To help my son
Find his way
The law of the Lord is perfect
Converting the soul
The testimony of the Lord is sure
Making wise the simple
The statutes of the Lord is pure
Enlightening the eyes
The fear of the Lord is clean
Enduring for ever
Copyright 2001 by Betty L. Hobbs
By Betty L. Hobbs
In the evening of the summer
When the sky is so clear
When the stars are so bright
They look so near
I’ll be waiting for the morning
I’ll be singing a new song
For in the evening of the summer
Is where my heart belongs
In the evening of the summer
When the clouds drift by so fast
I’ll be happy to remember
The sweet love that lasts
In the evening of the summer
Things seem quiet around
And the beauty of the season
Makes happiness to surround
© Copyright 2004 Betty L. Hobbs
On that first Christmas morn
When the Christ child was born
We celebrate his birth
And worship and praise
And thank god for sending his son to save
On that first Christmas
The beautiful star shined
In the early morn
The day Christ was born
What a beautiful morn
What a wonderful day
The day Christ came
On that first Christmas morn
When the Christ child was born
Oh Holy Night
A vision of delight
A lonely star did shine
To make that Holy Night bright
Copyright 2010 - Betty L. Hobbs
Just make this day, LORD
And let it be
A little love
And a closer walk with thee
Just make us PEACE
And let it flow
Into our hearts
And let us know
Just send us GRACE
And let it dwell
Into our souls
So others can tell
Just give us LOVE
And Bestow
On us and others
Here below
Copyright 2008 - Betty L. Hobbs
The mist in the morning
Cradling the trees
Now beautiful in the morning
Are the birds
That sing
Some wondrous morning
When Spring arrives
To hide the Winter
And place it
Far behind
When all we
Do is pray
Morning will come
As the early
Morning Breeze
Captures the
Flowers
As it's dancing
Sway beauty
Like Grace
With God's beauty
His love
He will place
copyright Oct 1999, Betty L. Hobbs
Laughter all day long
Paige's song
Singing while she swings
Lets pour out the rain
Could you use another angel Lord
To help pour out the rain
Greeting everyone with a smile
Knowing her
Has made our lives worthwhile
Especially at Christmas time
She says she has a cross to carry
And she is not alone
Each of us has one to carry
For Christ carried His up to Mt. Calvary
We had some help along the way
But He had to bare the
Cross for you and me
For us to be saved
And little Paige
And others like her
And this is our song, help pour out the rain
And sing this song again
© Copyright 2004 Betty L. Hobbs