Best Hobby Poems
There's a path I always take
down to the river where the woods
are dressed down open
The light of the sky
doesn't shine in your eyes
but leads the way to redemption
I like to stand there for a moment
on the shortcut created by troubled feet
woven with wilderness bliss
and cigarettes butts
It's a path that never sleeps
I see the same semi-blind vision
of the river every time
I hear baby boat horns blaring in the distance
and floating out of view
I walk to the rhythm of the trees
the faint sound of Wild Thing
playing in the car
I carry a bent black rod
with a tangled neon line
and a mud-covered box of rusty hooks
and flaming red bobbers
I wear my T-Shirt that says Iron City Beer
that's cut off at the belly
or sometimes my other one
that says Just Do It
with shredded denim shorts
that ride my buttocks
After a few seconds of inhaling
and exhaling an indecision
I do what most fishermen do
with only my thoughts to keep me company
I find a clean rock
and cast with desperation
The woods close
I love to sketch with a pen and ink;
to feel the flow of the lines that I think;
as they pour their way down my arm to my hand
and softly on the parchment land.
I love to sketch the shadows deep,
as from hand to pen point they creep.
The joy of all the special nibs;
My pen will use; the page to fill.
Oh how Muse does love the ride,
as down my arm and pen she slides;
her words of wisdom, gushing forth,
like rain drops spatter on my porch.
The rhythm of the curvatures;
the notes that play, they will ensure,
A lovely drawing, revealed to me
I’ll dive into its reverie.
2-1-19
For: "Hobbies Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
My love affair began - as I recall -
when mother read to me. What golden times!
Enchanting fairy tales and nursery rhymes
had planted fancy’s seeds when I was small.
Then through my youth, I’d almost daily spend
the time, my nose inside a fiction book.
To find me, someone only had to look
inside my room. I’d be there with a friend.. .
Yes, every book I’ve loved, a friend -the best!
Yet others came along to steal my heart -
Romantic “West Side Story” was the start.
And after “Spartacus,” I was obsessed!
Movies on TV, then videotape
Then DVR - to feed my passion’s sin.
I do not tire of films time and again.
And now there's Netflix for each great escape!
It’s in great stories that my passion lies -
in novels and in movies on a screen;
My hobby's getting lost inside a scene
read in a book or played before my eyes!
Feb. 10, 2019 for Julie Leigh Rodeheaver's Hobbies Poetry Contest
Writing poetry
Is my hobby
It gives me joy
And happiness
Nothing ever can
There is bliss
There is solace
In creating something
Unique and beautiful
In poetry there is life
And in life there is poetry
Inspiration is anything
People, places and things
Poetry is art
A great form of expression
Note- This poem is close to me because it’s all about my one and only hobby - writing poetry about which I am very passionate about.
In appreciation
Lies satisfaction
Date- 5th February 2019
Why do I write
I cannot not write, that is why
It is a compulsion
I wake up with a poem or a song spitting out of my mouth.
I jump out of my bed and hit the computer before the john
People in my family know when the keys are clicking,
Do not speak to me
Do not look at me
And above all else do not stop me
For once stopped,
I am in a pretty foul mood
Horrible to be around, for the end of the sentence I had in my
Mind which was perfect is gone forever
Many people tell me they want to write but there is no time.
I write in cars, in the grass, in the rain, waiting in a doctor's office
If I do not have paper I use a receipt, a menu, a Kleenex
I do not recommend the Kleenex, but if I am desperate enough,
I will. The trick is to not be too brutal with it.
There is no time to breathe.
There is no time to watch people.
There is no time to do a million things
But for me there is always time to write.
It comes oozing out of my pores, into my fingertips, and I
Cannot stop it.
Writing for me is like breathing.
It is my bliss, my talent, my therapy.
Not writing would be death for me.
Why would I choose that?
Delight in something daily
A flower, a bird, a juicy tomato
Relish your good health
Your hearing, your memory, your clarity
Celebrate your children
Their happiness, their successes, their families
Enjoy your freedom
Create something, dance, sit in the sun
Smile if you can see
Use your sight to enjoy nature and children
Laugh at silly moments
But never at people
Be enthusiastic
By doing what makes your soul contented
Be grateful
That you are one of a kind
A child of God
To thank Him
Delight in something daily
Follow your heart
And live your soul dream
Withdrawn for publication.
Happy am I while I sit
On my sofa while I laze
By myself with my laptop
By my lap while I watch
Yeah, anime and manga is dope.
A source of entertainment
Necessary in my life as an enjoyment
In fact, it takes my time
Make no mistake though
Excellence is the word not disturbance.
Maker of many wonderful memories
As it feeds me with a story
Never shall I forget
Great things allure those who read
At the sight of the magic of artists.
I heard it so many times,
“Books are man’s best friends,”
Not just that I wrote an essay of 300 words in my secondary school,
Yes I read it in the book, ‘How to write impressive and ideal essays?’
Honestly speaking, it was out of no choice,
As the other topics were difficult to attempt.
I grew up thinking, “Reading would never be my cup of tea,”
And it held true for many years to be.
I would see people around, glued to books and deriving pleasure,
Also it was my father’s favourite activity in times of leisure.
During college I had the company of passionate readers,
In their discussion on books I was just a listener.
They often would talk about new and fascinating book they had come across.
But somehow didn’t much bother and I dint assume it be a great loss.
Deep in my heart I had planted a seed,
One day even I should develop a habit to read.
I have to admit I had even put, ‘Reading’ as my hobby in my C.V,
For it is considered to be an imposing quality.
I joined a school as a teacher,
I had to read stories to children,
I considered it to be a part of my job though found them somewhat interesting,
Still didn’t take it very seriously and found it to be alarming,
Until I got married and when my husband was not there,
I had lots of time to spare,
I don’t how and why I picked up a book,
It made me smile and I was happy for the decision I took.
I learnt innumerable things from the books I read,
‘Hats off’ to all those writers my heart said.
Then I realize that in books’ company one never feels lonely,
I am convinced for it’s the best hobby undoubtedly.
Finally it has happened to me and I am glad,
I owe it to my school and students I have had.
Pain as a Hobby Parts I-IX
Written by Tavarus M. Moreland
Copyright 2010. All rights reserved
Sorry Yulli, it was little unfair to suggest the title
You’re only 23 but I promise to leave room
Heck by that time, I was on my 4th heartbreak
Walking on one of the girl of my dreams fulfilling
Other guys dreams!
I can do this in my sleep
Pain as a hobby
I don’t even feel it no more
My tear ducts have ran out of their supply
Instead it drips on my heart
And leaks through my finger tips
Too much water the ink smudges against the pad
When my first major commitment
Accuses me of physical abuse but she forgot
She was the one hitting me in the face in a car while
We are driving on an expressway going sixty miles per hour
I’m not snitching but I would have needed stitches if I didn’t block
the blows, or worse we could be dead.
What time is it?
Set your alarm
To Tavarus’oclock
I own your time now
Because I’m about to go off
O, mama how we forget
O, now I’m the vindictive liar
Because I wrote a book exposing the truth
Truth, amazing how people run from it.
Somehow they remember themselves being completely innocent.
Anything you attempt to use against me I can just turn it around
Call it alchemy but words are my metal
I can turn and bend them with my mind or use them however I feel
But, “Tavarus aren’t you a Christian”
Sorry again, it’s not as easy as you want it to be.
But Tavarus is Tavarus and Christ is Christ and
There is a big difference in between
Why don’t you give it a try since you have an opinion
Instead of trying to criticize
So before you think I have some screws loose
Just imagine yourself going through what I went through
I’m a pain expert, I can teach you want not to do
My word processor can’t handle all my colloquial but it really can’t keep up with
My soul and my mind and my heart.
But I’m winning this race
Trade-off
in the school yard-
soccer cigarette cards
equals five stones plus my sixer
conker.
Cooking is my hobby-it is the greatest pleasure of my life.
Besides, no weapon is as useful as a ladle or chopping knife,
I dream of cooking in my sleep, of cooking, when I awake,
I dream of rustling up a creamy mousse, or a chocolate cake.
I bet a seasoned magician cannot perform a better trick,
As fantastic and mind-blowing, though I admit, not as quick!
I’m very confident of making your mouth abashedly dribble--
You’ll agree I’m sure----there’s no plausible reason to quibble!
If you taste the delicacies, your craving will grow and grow.
You’ll lick your lips and fingers too, still wanting more and more,
By just adding a nondescript herb, or sprinkling a spices few,
You can have an exotic Stroganoff, from an innocuous stew.
It is difficult to comprehend the fine intricacies of cooking;
How the Meat Balls become Patties is beyond reckoning,
Steamed Momos and Dumplings are virtually the very same,
A modest Biscuit and a Cookie are only different in name.
As “through the stomach is the way to a man’s heart”,
To win over my much-loved Man, cooking I had to start.
But my culinary expertise did not stand me in good stead,
For Alas, my Man is no more—long since gone and dead!
You went off the screen
Never to be seen
Can’t find you on google
You don’t even tweet
Like Tweet
I feel like smoking cigarettes
No, I’d rather scream
But who will hear me
Because it makes a sound in the inside
As it breaks to pieces.
As it goes up in flames
Only ashes remains.
Just when you thought I was finished
This is not poetry this is a handbook
Pain as a hobby continues
An artist, like myself and others
I’m sensitive about my s***
Deadlier than the bombs that went over Hiroshima
I’ll cover the door enough so you don’t get hurt by the toxic fumes
When I’m done my name will be synonymous with Picasso
Hum, what I’m I serving up today?
This is God’s gifting
I hope I’m not using it wrong
I just lay it on you and serve it cold
You can heat it up and don’t forget to eat the bones
It’s like throwing pearls before swine
Jesus you inspire me with your words so much
I’m adopting them as "my precious"
I hope to make you proud of me
I’m your advocate
Tavarus M. Moreland read the credit line
My word play and intelligence quotient have an unlimited shopping spree
I don’t need the Black Card I have Ken Chenault on speed dial
My words are prophectic
The power of life and death reside in the words
Who is that? Who is he?
I’m the one that is refreshing your memory
The one you almost forgot about
You bloggers are about as deep as puddles in the streets
I’m trafficking on you
Avoiding you at all costs because I can see right through you
Not even good enough to step on
Put a clap on
Do you ever read that crap before you type it out on the keyboard, put your fingers up
I’m handcuffing your fingertips.
I'm charging you with reckless keyboard endangerment!
BOBBY'S HOBBY
I have a grandson named Bobby
Who started an expensive hobby
I shopped all the time
And spent my last dime
Now I feel like I own Hobby Lobby
Reverse time and take it out it out of the universe!
I’m stamping you null and void
You got a lot to say but you’re not talking about much
It shouldn’t take you so long to come up with such
Non sense
Talk about something relevant and provoke thought
Is wisdom so hard to obtain
Stay away
The way I put words together remind me of the way God put the Earth together
Nothing missing and everything in place
The way I mix the spiritual with the natural
means i have superpowers
call it the spirit of discernment
I can see pass three dimensional
To say I aint lyrical is like saying religion is going away one day
It doesn’t make sense
Nope never I’m here to stay
You believe in something and when a whole bunch of people feel the same way
I am born
I got arms and legs and I’m growing
Without a bomb on me I’m blowing up
No one is allowed to use the pronoun “I’, followed by the words “like” and “as”
It belongs to me now
Pay me every time it slips out your mouth
Just like insurance all I state is there
I don’t care about your feelings right now
I’m arrogant I know and you wish me the best of luck
I know
But my charismatism makes sure I don’t get into a crash
I can’t get out of
God broke the mold when he created me so it is only right I give
You originality
Pain as a hobby
Why didn’t I think of that
Look in the mirror if you dare
And see where I’m at
This is the most powerful writing I ever done
My ex’s can be proud to say I use to f*** with him
“Yeah, I left him, he was too controlling.” Period,
Comma dot I’m innocent.
When all I ever wanted was you to do better than me
So that way all the pressure doesn’t fall on me
Not to brag about what I have done and what I’m doing but
I’m the one that co-signed for you to go to school
I listen to too much rap music that’s why I have a nice flow
I know what you’re thinking before you thought it
Name all the things you have done for me
I can do the math
I got a 100% in Algebra and my recall is great to be modest
But you swear so much like you were there in the delivery room
Helping my moms push