Best Robbie Poems
Away to Vermont on a Dr's appointment. Coming back and riding the Ferry to New York my wife Judy and I decided to stop off at Panera Bread for lunch thru the Drive thru. I notice a man counting his few dollars by the drive thru. His long hair and beard caught my attention.
His face looked sunburned, and he looked withered and dry. Sadly I noticed that
his tan pants had a large brown streak down his rear side. Looking at this broke my heart.
As I went thru the drive thru I ordered an extra sandwich, a lemonade and chips. My wife looked at me not knowing my thoughts and said ,"Michael your hungry today."
As I came around after picking the food, I looked for that man. He had disappeared. I drove around on a mission to find him. At last, I saw him, he
had gone into the restaurant. I parked the car and told my wife what my plans were. She was surprised and was very supportive.
I walked through the door and introduced myself to him. I said I have
something for you. He looked up smiling and said, "God bless you." I said, "God bless you." I asked him where he was from and he said, " Willow Alaska." He shared with me he was looking for his parents in Upstate NY. He said he suffered
from mental illness and that he was a minister. While talking to this stranger I felt an incredible love resonating through him, it is hard to explain.
I said good bye my friend and felt guilty because I wanted to do more for him. His name was Robbie.
I shared the story with my wife and my brother Gus and they said that God puts angels in this world and Robbie might be an angel you cared for.
There is not a better feeling than helping someone in need.
I made a new friend today, a homeless man named Robbie.
I encourage everyone to reach out to those less fortunate and make a difference in their lives. Even saying hello, or asking them how they are doing. So many people are silently suffering, and any act of kindness will help them cope better. God bless those of you that do...
Michael Tor
6/12 2023
I have a dear feathered friend who greets me each day at dawn!
He likes to dwell in and around the crab apple tree on my lawn!
From his perch he serenades me on wintry Colorado morns so drear,
Cheerily belting out trilling melodies that are so pleasing to my ear!
Oft I've wondered why Robbie Red Breast opts to winter here at all,
'Specially since all his friends flee these icy climes for Florida each fall!
While they bask in the warming sun enjoying cocktails of orange juice,
He prefers wintering here with me along with all its nippy abuse!
'Tis a wonder that the little creature can manage to survive,
Since there are no wiggly worms for him upon which to thrive!
Robbie doesn't worry - The Omnipotent Creator sees to his daily needs,
By providing an occasional hapless bug and a few wind-blown seeds!
I think that rascal relishes wakening me from my slumber each morn,
As he flexes his wings and sounds reveille to begin his daily bourne!
I'd rather be woken by him, tho', than the neighbor's yapping mutts!
'Tis certainly far more pleasant - of that there ain't no ifs, ands or buts!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
* A tale of a charlatan, caught pretending to be a father of a Newton Massacre
Victim----(feel free to view his hyperbole on Youtube, search Robbie Parker
Interview)
This place is not big on naming names, but you sir, are despicable! Usurp
nightmares of another. Charlatan! How can you do what you do, there, bold
face lying for world news cameras. You, the very reason mine stomach pit,
ulcer amore'! Tho' there's no clear understanding for sins you've committed.
Those children! Where are the tears Robbie Parker? Where are the tears? We
can't look at you anymore!
The epitome of evil approached the podium, unaware we were staring into
your laughing eyes. Caught red handed, you Superman'd into character.
Despise, despise! No, I won't pretend like the others that hate is not in my
heart. You see, minus hate, love remains half mast. I thank you for the
juxtaposition. Yet, sickening you are. And the truth is out Mr. Parker, you are
a farce! Now I ask...Where does the misconception end? You mock naysayers,
label them "Conspiracy Theorists" amongst other choice vulgarities. In return,
I request answers. Answers to understand where true conspiracy roams, for'
I'm no dummy little buddy, and I know where there's smoke, fire is nearby.
Meanwhile, you might want to sharpen your acting skills, for the end is nigh.
And you Robbie Parker are only a speck of the lie.
You rigged the book on Sandy Hook.
Awful
Gob full...
Wrawful
Offal.
Haggis up for an awful gob full;
Toasting the bard with wrawful offal!
18.01.22
Composed for Kim Rodrigues'
Write Me A Tyburn
(THE TAKANINI VERSION)
Glazes eyes affixed to life’s heavy hinged seal,
waiting for 11am to be served his liquid meal.
Empty flagons he carries with a shaky mournful hurt,
red nose prominent, pant’s half-mask, torn shirt!
Once inside he alleges not to rush,
doing it right, with the odd apologetic push.
But hunger and thirst have taken their toll,
eaten away his liver condemned his soul!
Only he knows, payment for what he carries,
surplus liquor down the hand, his tongue to marry.
A lustful grin contrived with obsessive ease,
metabolism needing, acute pain to please!
This little man a kindly looking soul,
no doubt a victim, of society’s goal.
Scratching a living, on taxpayer’s dole,
helping the brewer to achieve his whole!
Screw top is off before vehicle is reached,
parting lips exposed, the target is breached.
A shameful smile or a satisfied grin?
Accompanied each gulp that went within!
His jalopy began with a burst of smoke,
head turned away, from leering eyes of folk.
A repeat can be seen every single day,
that is till; his mind loses the way!
(EPILOQUE)
Though I feel a sadness deep within
I wouldn’t be surprised if the laugh
was on him, despite his lewd behaviour
and pose, he’s a damn sight happier would
you believe than most!
© Harry J Horsman 1986
Oh affluent lady looking so fine,
hurrying scurrying for thy taste of wine,
but one can see beneath the paint,
the scars that behold you of late.
Consumption foremost is on your mind,
just to taste the fruit of the vine,
your eyes show testament of your worry,
this only giving fuel to your hurry.
With shaking hand your flagon to fill,
every drop of value when paying the bill,
an embarrassing glance though not a care,
your pains deep down I feel and share.
A hasty retreat your meal well hidden,
forbearance in mind will be forbidden,
a quick shot is needed just to please,
your unsociable craving to be eased.
The Jag’s outside all bright and gleaming,
her fight with the keys the body screaming,
she just wants out and away,
so she can measure the rest of the day.
© Harry J Horsman 1989
(THE TAKANINI VERSION II)
(SIP THE WINE)
Oh affluent lady looking so fine,
hurrying scurrying for thy taste of wine,
but one can see beneath the paint,
the scars that behold you of late.
Consumption foremost is on your mind,
just to taste the fruit of the vine,
your eyes show testament of your worry,
this only giving fuel to your hurry.
With shaking hand your flagon to fill,
every drop of value when paying the bill,
an embarrassing glance though not a care,
your pains deep down I feel and share.
A hasty retreat your meal well hidden,
forbearance in mind will be forbidden,
a quick shot is needed just to please,
your unsociable craving to be eased.
The Jag’s outside all bright and gleaming,
her fight with the keys the body screaming,
she just wants out and away,
so she can measure the rest of the day.
© Harry J Horsman 1989
Today is a hurting day for all of us since Robert Anthony
Dollar was taken away before his time five years ago today
our love shall never die for him, he is family and had many
friends in which he will always be remembered with love
and love is power!
We remember him today with all our hearts and know he
is in a better place, but yet he shall always be living in our
hearts.
Love never dies once given that love, as you know
it to be, through our life time to family and friends.
So hard to explain the real meaning of love, it takes
hold of our whole being, never fading, till our own
life stops continuing on!
Love is the power of life, it only grows within as we grow
to become a better person.
We remember today Robbie with a young heart who loved the
thrill of riding his bike so free with promise.
Grandma Harriet Alexina Shea
When our eyes met for the first time, you knew you'd eventually be all mine.
But I never ever thought I'd find, someone like you, who knew?
Now here comes the fight we got to go through.
We know we can win, so let us begin, cause 9 times out of 10,
we're traveling a road we've already been.
There's going to be more than one sleepless night, so buckle up tight!
But know together as a team we'll be alright!
God is on our side, even when he seems to hide, so we have to decide, which rules we choose to abide, so we can be ready for this bumpy ride!
As long as our hearts and mind are alright inside,
our visions and outcome will remain open wide!
I know deep down others do care, and no this isn't fair,
but they will all become aware, and yes our hearts can tare,
but I wouldn't dare compare, this situation to another due to it's rare,
and even if it leaves us bare, we're a mated pair, one of the best out there!
So follow your heart and listen to your gut, cause you know what?
We won't allow ourselves to be stuck in a rut.
Like golfers do in the beginning we first must putt.
Slow beginners last the longest that is true, so let's follow that clue,
and begin each day as if brand new while enjoying our view both me and you,
while allowing everyone else to slowly stew, in their own mess,
while we enjoy our happiness and manage our stress,
because if we properly invest, we'll pass the test and remain the best,
so let's stay strong and say screw the rest!
robbie gryner is such a hoe
i wish he would just go blow!
The way he cheats and sneaks
he should just go be mystique.
how could he hurt a girl like that
i just want to crush his fat!!!!!
His nose is too big, his lips too thin
i just want to deck his chin!!
He acts way too oddly
and he is just so ungodly.
I think about it way too often
how i want to see him in a coffin.
We shouldn't be sad
on how we saved ourselves from being had.
I LOVE YOU KIM!!
The midnight clock cuts hours into the dark
that picture of you
sound asleep
one dream ahead
as children always are.
Little Robbie, you colour my tired mind.
Opening gates in long forgotton child meadows,
where once I ran through summer grasses,
now it grows for you.
Form:
Robbie
of Saint Claire's Heights
nose bled everyday cause
he was afraid of heights so forced
to move.
2019 September 23
Here comes Robbie the Elf with skills of a nitwit.
All of the rumors says he is resilient, and never will quit.
We all call him Robbie the Rhythm Man, this is his nickname
He is reliant, resourceful and repetitious in fame.
The reason we all know him, and this is the truth
Is he once out-sang a robin, her name was Sweet Ruth.
The wizards all remember that day, some say overdue.
Sweet Sue got huffy and angry, so this story is true.