Best Nob Poems
I'm the bloke she never had,
she's the girl I never knew,
when I met her she was sad,
broken up without a clue.
We've talked of her past
and touched on mine,
in love that didn't last,
insecurities, the whine.
I don't need a partner confronting me,
and she doesn't neither,
I know if I can trust her
I'll never leave her.
I want to get to know her comfortably,
spend my days enjoying her company,
in the bed she'll open her front for me
shaft that'll blast out thus set me free.....
and in those moments all close and moany,
we'll tell each other, "you're the one and only".
I won't keep tags, doubt or act like I own it,
I want a relationship that lives in the moment,
cus she's told me of wrongs in boyfriends before,
I've no reason to doubt her, of that I'm sure,
a relationship shouldn't be there to endure,
work hard to ensure love doesn't turn sore.
She's been hurt, felt horrible and been deflated,
experienced relationships turn love to hatred,
she now asserts with grace honour and respect,
I won't force yet form it and hope I'm select.
She has a raw beauty that made me fond,
a great personality I can't look beyond,
visually controls my family jewels and wand,
but for now, all I want's to form a bond.
She has her shields up to keep men clear,
boundaries that yield, "you can't sleep here",
she's no fear to strike any man too near,
while I think it's cute, she has no idea.
I just want to be best friends and luck buddies,
grow old together until we're dead bodies,
cus this girls got it all, she's not like nobody,
out of this world, I'd be her best buddy,
but for now I'll just pace it, I won't count time,
while patiently waiting for her I'm fine,
cus I'll be that face that never shows hate,
I'm here in my place near my soulmate.
In these very early days, these words I had to lay,
I know she won't read them, thinks poetry's gay,
I don't mind different hobbies, I think it's ok,
if she plays with me nob at the end of the day.
Categories:
nob, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Over and Over
Over and over when I am near an ocean
My mind becomes full of love and devotion
For sailors on ships who served and died
Comrades rest on ocean floor and do abide.
What I want to do each and every day
Is on an ocean beach shore begin to pray
About memories that are there for me
Of dead sailors souls which were set free.
Often, several times and again and again
Will think of the women as well as men
Giving lives so that victory may be met
For freedom on ocean as sun doth set.
On vast expanse of ocean new days begin
And many places on it we have all been
Maybe happy or with things hard to bear
Knowing our omnipotent Lord is there.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
This poem is to be entered into a poetry
contest in May regarding the subject of
OCEAN. Need your helps along with
comments and suggestions. You can
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Iyase, Some great comments and concepts. My father died in an accident while on board the Aircraft Carrier CVA-11 on night of August 6th, 1956. No one ever knew
what happened. He was missing for 23 days in the Mediterranean Sea and his remains were found on the shore of the Island of Sicily. His body was buried at sea off the Island of Sicily in 200 feet of water. Services for him were conducted aboard the ship. His body
was identified by laundry markings. It was determined that both his neck and hip had been broken. He fell 80 feet to his death. He was last seen at 10 PM that night. A Naval Officer came tour door at home and notified us of his death. Another service was performed at the local Navy chapel located on Norfolk Operation Base (NOB), Virginia.
Just wanted to give you an idea of all that had happened. I was 15 on June 26th, 1956
and had three younger sisters and two younger brothers. I was constantly in search of a father figure all of my life. Being that you took the time to appraise my poem, thought that you deserved this explanation. Many poems are related to specific incidents and happenings.
Best Regards,
James Thomas Horn
Categories:
nob, bereavement, courage, inspirational,
Form:
Couplet
IS IT HOT IN HERE?
I`m a physical, mental wreck, waiting for a beard
I have no sense of time, I`m definitely weird.
I`m peri-menopausal, go from blazing hot to cold,
I have wrinkles, bags, am fat, and very very old.
I sometimes find my my car keys in obscure places
I often forget names, while remembering certain faces.
I`m 50 shades of madness, go from saint to sinner,
I eat chocolate for my breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner.
I often lie in bed with my heart and mind both racing
bang on red alert when it`s just my pillow I`m facing
I have a yen for change, I want a tie dye dress in blue.
I want to get naked in a field under a snuggly at midnight, true.
I`d rather have a hob nob than a quickie with a stranger
I`ve forgotten all the words to "Away in a manger".
I often google questions, that apparently nobody asks,
The naughtiest I get, is putting whites with colourfast.
I wander round my place with a million good intentions
to complete the jobs at hand, then start dreaming of inventions.
I get time warped, tongue tied, and prickly
I lose my direction and the plot quite quickly.
I`m managing not to pee when I sneeze
I`m doing pelvic exercises would you please.
My sex is definitely not "on fire"
I don`t even fancy Danny Dyer!
Is it Monday today? I`ve forgotten what I was saying..........
Categories:
nob, change, confusion, funny, memory,
Form:
Stop being suggestive
With that choccy digestive
Just stick it in your gob
And pass me a hob nob
Categories:
nob, funny, humorous, lust, marriage,
Form:
Light Verse
Are we that addicted, compliance with corporate shuffle
Moves consensus across the board
Graveyard pageant on radio muffle
A persistent petulant stuffing with chips to dine
Casino house burning like Babylon
As the Towers detonate again and again
The past frozen inside the future
It just turned over like flesh across the bed
From nightmares of padded walls and prison escape
Turn the dial, switch the nob
The station generates our relative earthquake
Cinders from numb evolution
Categories:
nob, devotion, education,
Form:
Free verse
Beautiful San Francisco
In Northern California,
By the Bay,
There it is,
That beautiful city,
It’s the city Tony Bennett
Sings of
“I Left My Heart in San Francisco”
Those lovely trolley cars,
Make it so unique,
Nob Hill, a street we all know,
Fisherman’s Wharf, an interesting
Array of shops,
That famous Golden Gate Bridge,
My Dad told us he sailed by it
On his way to Korea,
During the Korean War,
My whole family got to see
San Francisco,
For my Dad, it was special,
Home to the 49ers football team,
Beautiful San Francisco,
In Northern California,
By the Bay,
There it is,
That Beautiful City,
It’s the city Tony Bennett
Sings of
“I Left My Heart in San Francisco”.
Celine Rose Mariotti
Categories:
nob, beautiful, city,
Form:
Free verse
Have the inner ability to let All the damaged goods go...
Consider it was just a dream You can't change and still know.
Move away from that moment for The True skill is just to Learn.
Pray that God takes away the bad and leaves You a positive turn.
If You can not handle the load just scrape a bit off Your Plate.
Letting go just means Your making Room for Dessert not Hate.
Letting go means God is Your helper instead of a self-willed pleas.
It is getting down with You soul and hitting Your Knees.
Remember You have nothing until You forgive Yourself first.
Woe is You acting cool in Your pathway of ignorant curse.
Get down and get dormant like You are the One You deceive.
Act like Your a door nob and God has the entire key to receive.
Follow a dream,a wish,and better yet a Star.
Realize Your not alone ever and God is not Far.
Stop building Your Own Prison in Your Mind.
The Bars of reality where the Prison is not blind or kind.
Let Go and Let God is not easy for Any of Us do...
Experience Your inner self until Thine Own Self Be True.
Realizing God thought of You when He made Your mold.
Exercising His Wisdom as You grow grey, old, and bold.
For every treasure chest We worry is carried.
As for Home well that just where You stand in Your prairie.
A Forgiveness for Your Soul shows Us that Mercy is alive.
Just by letting Go and knowing God has arrived.
By Charlene L.Wilcox 03-25-2015
Categories:
nob, addiction, beautiful, blessing, god,
Form:
Rhyme
I cant make things go my way
not even the way you love me
theres no way to enter
through your doors because
it has a sign on it saying
shall not "received"
trying to open
these black doors that
has no nob
or windows
please take
me show me what
i been fussing
about bring
your
caring,good feeling
and loving
back brace me
with surrounding
and lots of
time spend
with you
Categories:
nob, devotion, hope, lost love,
Form:
Shape
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: White Boys
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/1995
I want to do
just like
the white boys
do -
Wear
six hundred
dollar
shoes,
and
dress
in
the finest
of
suits -
I want
a
six figure
income,
to splurge
at
Fred Segal's,
on
Melrose
avenue -
I want to
jog
with
my dog,
while
pushing
my child
in a
stroller -
I want to
send
my children,
to
only
the best
of
schools -
I want a
pristine
neighbourhood
in a
gated
community -
And
style
in a
Bentley,
through
Hollywood -
Just like
the
white boys
do -
I want to
live
in
Beverly Hills,
and
hob nob
with
my
constituents-
I want to
have
A-1
credit,
to
charge
on
Rodeo Drive -
I want a
foyer
filled
with
roses -
and
a
Butler
passing
out
horsd'oeuvres,
champaign,
and
caviar -
And
I want to
travel,
in a
Lincoln
Town car -
What
I really want
is
equal rights,
regardless
of
colour -
Just like
the
white boys
do -
Who
wouldn't
want to
ride
a horse
under
the
golden
sun,
on
the
beach
in
Malibu -
Just like
the
white boys
do
I want to
explore
life
under
the sea
in a
submarine -
I want stocks,
bonds, CD's
and
Ira account's
too -
a
Yacht,
Lear Jet,
and
a
home
in
Peru -
Just like
the white boys
do -
I want to be
in
every
television
commercial,
every
movie,
and
smile for
the
camera,
when they
call
my name -
Just like
the
white boys
do -
I want it
all -
even a
star
on the
walk of fame -
I want to
expose
the
myth,
shown
around
the
world,
that
only
white boys
are
doing
everything -
I want to
Sky Dive,
Hang Glide,
and
fly
in a
Hot Air
balloon -
I want to
fall
from
the sky
in
a
parachute -
I want to
golf;
play
board games,
and
speed race
in
a boat -
I want to
drive
a
jacked-up
truck -
and
lasso
a horse
with
a
rope -
Just like
the
white boys
do -
I want to
Snowboard,
parasail,
ski,
and
wind surf -
And
I want to
dine with
Royalty,
like
Kings
and
Queens -
I want to
be
on the
cover
of every
magazine -
I want it
all -
Just like
the
white boys
do -
Categories:
nob, black african american
Form:
Light Verse
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Categories:
nob, anniversary, appreciation, community, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
I opened my eyes.
And the worlds eyes i tried to pry.
Wanting for the world to see what its doing and cry.
Oil.
Money.
Recources.
The only things that matter to the world and its forces.
We sit an feast.
Us whites in th east.
Throwing billions of pounds of food away.
While a child is starving every day.
We have water that pours from a pipe at the turn of a nob.
While children walk a mile barefoot to get a cup of dirty watery glob.
We take and take from the earth.
To fuel the fires of our home hearth.
When the world runs out.
I will close my eyes.
I saw the worlds glutteny.
For the world will see for itself.
What it has been working toward.
Its own death.
I will laugh.
At the faces on everyone.
When they see what has come.
Now your scared world.
Like the starving children.
Now the world is starving with them.
I saw it coming a mile away.
But the world just kept taking.
Day by day.
Categories:
nob, fear, philosophy, slam, world,
Form:
Free verse
To Nobby Clarke I made a pledge
that I would never give up trying,
surrender all things (short of dying!)
to find a rhyme for "Percy Sledge".
Old Nobby thought he had the edge!
But I, pure intellect applying,
the glory of the challenge eyeing,
came at it like a flying wedge!
I didn't need to drudge or dredge.
(It wasn't hard, there's no denying -
no saturnine poetic sighing,
like Keats beside his withered sedge).
Now Nob has more than funds to hedge.
Aware of rounds he'll soon be buying,
beer into which he'll soon be crying,
he's standing on his window ledge!
Categories:
nob, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Evaluate the Candidates
By Franklin Price
2/16/2016
Evaluate the candidates
Listen well to what they say
While remembering when Congress works
The country runs its way
The chief executive is not the one
Making laws to seal our fates
Congress is where that is done
The president administrates
Of course there is the veto
When the Pres does not agree
That the bill that's passing o'er the desk
Is not good for you and me
Returning to the congress
The bill can still be passed
By overriding veto there
Or by reaching states at last
I could keep on keeping on
Continue to hob and nob
But I'll end and say, would not be here today,
If congress had done its job
Categories:
nob, confusion, growing up, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Mirror Wars
Mirror wars across the years, see my fighter plane cut
through the sky, deadly eggs under the wings for the enemy.
No mercy at my hands for today I’m in a nebulous mood.
What would Custer do if he had my plane in the sky?
Stop the Indians and be victorious, not slaughtered to a man?
Call him a hero today but what was he then?
Target coming into view, see flashes of bomb bursts
and glow of tracer fire. I laugh at you, you can’t touch
me but I can you. Press the nob and feel my plane buck
like my mistress as my bombs head down.
Soon you’ll be dead like Custer,
mirror wars reflecting images of death.
Categories:
nob, conflict, death, fun, history,
Form:
Free verse
Carefree days and endless nights
Great surprises and delights
Dreaming of my future goals
And what story will told
Watching stars on favorite shows
Wishing that I had a role
Reading books on faraway lands
And envisioning my plans
What would my destiny entail
Will my fortune be derailed
Will I achieve enormous heights
Will my visions work out right
Will I live in exotic places
And hob-nob with the famous faces
Will I have a great career
And have loved ones that are near
In my mind I’ve painted stories
Of cherished dreams and splendid glory
Will my wishes then arise
And appear before my eyes
If I use my imagination
And dismiss my limitations
I’ll achieve my coveted goal
And my future will unfold
Categories:
nob, inspiration,
Form:
Lyric