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looking back to when I was a lad
They said times were hard, They said things were bad.
Picking up tatties, the pulling of peas
Coming back home with scratched grimy knees.
Screwing the Beetroot, yes that is right
Removing the tops from morning till night.
You couldn't cut the tops off, that made them bleed
Keeping your eye out for the sharp stinging weed.
Finger nails were always full of mud
Scrubbing hands would do no good.
Summer break were still lots of fun
When working the fields were almost done.
We didn't have computers, four channels of TV
Top of the pops were the highlights for me.
Kicking the football out on the street
A clip around the ear from the bobby on the beat.
Looking back it wasn't that bad
Lots of fond memories when I was a lad.
Holidays were over it was back to the grind
Wondering what lessons the teachers had in mind.
I didn't mind maths and history was great
The adventures we made up me and my best mate.
Now that I'm older looking back realise
My whole life's been an adventure through this pair of eyes.
I-Into
F-Flying,
Y-You
O-Obstruct
U-Undulating.
S-Selfish,
E-Evil,
E-Elf!
T-Try
H-Helping
E-Everyone!
R-Rudolph
E-Expressed
D-Dismay
O-Of
F-Fiend.
H-Harassment
I-In
S-Sky!
N-No
O-Obstruction,
S-Smeagol
E-Elf!
A-And
N-Now
D-Don’t
T-Test
H-Him!
E-Extra
W-Wide,
H-He’s
I-Irate,
T-Totally
E-Experienced
I-In
N-Naughtiness.
H-Harsh
I-Is
S-Santa!
E-Eagerly
Y-You
E-Earn
S-Soot -
G-Gift
E-Extended
T-To
O-Obstructors,
U-Under
T-Trust.
O-Openheartedly
F-Find
T-Treasure
H-Helping
E-Everyone.
W-Winter
A-Airway
Y-Yuletide.
12/3/2022
Christmas Acrostic
Sponsor: Bobby May
The Bowman's Shaft
Solo archer gathers mist of amour clouds, dipping venturous arrow tips in a veiled concocted potion, drowning its mettle in a whimsical bliss of a dreamt liquefied mirage that defines the elixir,
Cupids errant arrow is liberated openly o'er the arc of a rainbow, exuberantly hunting its e'er sought Terra, whereto, it scarcely flutters passed feathered twain turtledoves,
Trifle off-track as projected, titillating a canine whose tail waggles unceasingly as its tongue laps remarkable welcoming faces,
Then piercingly redefines a right-angle course, that mids passionately, a well-managed bramble with shoots flowering in vivid red velvets,
Calculably sailing o'er gray-haired couple, whose one hand hugging canes and their free hands locking each other,
Promised target a fused-kissed envelope proffering treasured eloquence of, Missing You, in numerous expressions, introducing assorted confidences perceived by yearning intrepid bluish eyes whose heart grows e'er fonder.
2019 November 04
*2nd Place*
Metaphor of Love
~~Bobby May
Little Bobby Brown
was born with a frown
and he didn’t know how to smile.
He always looked sad,
or as if he were mad,
and never laughed, all the while.
You could tickle him with a feather;
Or make a joke about the weather;
But his face was stuck in a frown.
You could stand on your head;
Or do flips on the bed;
But his smile just stayed up-side-down.
You could make faces and giggle;
Or give him Jell-O that would wiggle;
And still he wouldn’t crack a smile.
You could smack a pie on your face;
Or do a silly run-in-place;
But you would be running for mile after mile.
Little Bobby Brown
was born with a frown,
and his parents didn’t know what to do.
Soon, they started crying;
And they simply stopped trying;
I would do the same, wouldn’t you?
Then one day Bobby
looked in a mirror;
wiped it with his hand
so he could see a little clearer;
took a step closer
so he would be little nearer;
and put his fingers at the end of his frown.
Although his frown was awful tight,
He pulled with all his might,
Because he didn’t like seeing his parents cry;
He tugged at his mouth,
Taking his lips north from south
Trying just once to give a smile a try.
When he got the right curve
and a smile did occur,
he felt really good all inside;
Then he started to laugh
at the face in the looking glass
and he said, “I sure am glad that I tired”.
Now little Bobby Brown
hardly ever frowns
and he laughs and he smiles all day;
And his parents are glad
that he is hardly ever mad
and they hope that’s the way he will stay.
Why I should win 1st Place---
Without me being, temperate or insubordinate;
Why I should win 1st place in this contest is, this I say;
My muse is mild often wowed and I never won a contest;
From sponsor poet writer author Bobby May;
Placed 1st place in Contest
Sponsor by: Bobby May
Contest: I am a Winner
3/2/19
07 Dec 2012 08:36 AM
She met him in school and knew him by heart
She knew their souls would never part
They have four years till they graduate
So patiently she waits
They marry and off on lifes journey they go
Duty called and how long he'll be gone she dosen't know
Two months turns to eight
So patiently she waits
Out of the service with hidden scars
She loves him dearly no matter how hard
She knows his heart is in a bad state
So patiently she waits
Through her love she pulls him through
As they raise their children bobby and sue
Off they go as they graduate
So she still patiently waits
Doctor visits and waiting rooms
Their time together will end to soon
Off to heaven went her mate
So she will patiently wait
Her time will come
God will say well done
You were faithful now come and enter the gates
No longer will you have to wait
Old Bobby lives next door to me.
I’d never been inside his home
till yesterday when he disclosed
why he’s alone and prone to roam.
Through tears he told me when he was
a well-known, wealthy businessman,
his greedy, grasping wife and sons
came up with a horrendous plan
to plant him in a six-foot hole
and claim the life they’d long desired.
They’d lived quite well but wanted ALL
the money. Then the “thug” they hired
turned out to be a cop. They served
long prison terms. He moved the day
he learned about their treachery.
Heartbroken, Bobby lost his way.
He spent his hard-earned money at
the poker games and liquor store,
but that was many years ago.
He’d find a better path, he swore.
This satisfied old handy man
now shuffles on from job to job.
He makes enough to live the way
he chooses. I admire old Bob.
His story’s not unusual.
Some people value money more
than lives. Thoughts of their evil make
me dizzy, shake me to the core.
Date: August 21, 2019
Contest Title: Bring a Character to Life placed 2nd
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureau
Make for the corner, Fresno-Whittier
(there’s neighborhoods a whole lot prettier):
it’s probably ten-ninety-six,
but don’t draw weapons – that’s a Nix.
The man before you’s not a “perp”,
so don’t come on like Wyatt Earp.
Latina (claims she’s J-Lo’s cousin)
talking nineteen to the dozen
says she almost bought the farm,
but totally (we think) unharmed.
Find the pale-blue shotgun shack:
he’s out front, and she’s out back.
Ten-zero, boys. Proceed with caution.
Blame’s not something we apportion.
They love each other – had a fight,
same as any couple might.
Bear in mind one simple thing:
no-one wants a Rodney King.
So, L.A.’s Finest, when you swoop,
he’s sitting on the streetside stoop,
and spouting incoherent crap,
samurai sword across his lap.
Don’t pay no mind to what he’s blurting –
the guy’s okay. He’s simply hurting.
Don’t see a spic from Zapopan,
look at him closely. See the man.
Don’t think, “one of the wetback horde”:
think what it took to make that sword.
Someone tempered, shaped, embossed it.
And Juan’s a man. He simply lost it.
He came up here in eighty-eight,
and settled in the Orange State.
Wielded wrenches, welded axes,
raised his kids and paid his taxes,
and now he’s slowly catching on:
there’s nothing else. His youth is gone.
He mops the floors at Taco Bell,
and Carmencita gives him hell.
He’d wail a horn, like Bobby Prewitt,
but doesn’t have the art to do it.
So let’s forget the “better than”.
Go easy, fellas. See the man.
Seventy years ago in Princeton, West Virginia on a cold December third night
an earthly angel was born unto us and her name was Audrey Wright
a blessed child of God, a devoted disciple of Christ
and we've gathered here this evening to celebrate her life
With her husband Joe she has had over forty years of wedded joy
David, Dominick and Bobby Jr. are their 3 handsome boys
a member of the Historic Berean Baptist Church for a score of years
a deacon, a playwright, a woman of substance whom we all love and hold so dear
a truly talented individual who has a funny and dramatic flair with the pen
she writes the type of plays that makes you renew your faith in God all over again
I consider myself doubly blessed to have her as a sister and friend in Christ
and to everyone she has ever met in someway she has touched their life
she had the nerve to inform me that she was seventy years young
but as I look upon her lovely face, she doesn't look a day over forty-one
excellence, eloquence and elegance are the traits she humbly conveys
and I'm extremely honored to write this tribute for her seventieth birthday
I love you and congratulations to you, my dear friend Audrey Wright
and may the Lord Our God continue to bless you and keep you always in His sight
I sent my poem to Supreme Court judge in the US, Neil Gorsuch
He was clear about his personal opinions
"WooW, a first class poem ~ a top winner poem"
Should I trust him, a friend of Donald Trump
I called the Supreme Court judge in the US, Brett Kavanaugh
(I read my poem to him)
"Now, what do you think ... is this a winning poem" ? ... I asked
Brett Kavanaugh replied,"I drank some beer last night and got black out
... harassment, this poem is just crap ... you will get an N / A "
07.03.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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