Long Rob Poems
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A part of my family
was lost to horror
How ironic for Hollywood
to cross that border
All in the family
We were in that day
Young and understanding
In our own perfect way
Married to Sally
With Maga in laws
Looking back we rally
Giving life that pause
At first there was just death
Old age I supposed
The next day came the truth
The shocking enclosed
Slowly crept feelings
Of the family that left
Instead being sent forcefully
Into that thing called death
I never met him
or called him a friend
But I did have a Brother
A family within
So this is shattered
the meaning of the word
It matches expectations
In our sorrowful world
I Saw God Rob the Poor Box
I saw God rob the poor box
take a beggar out to eat
two burgers and a coffee
a loaves and fishes feast.
I saw God in the alley
drape his coat around a bum
watched him walking slowly
on dark streets of lonely numb
saw Him in the playground
share his crackers with a friend.
I saw God on the battlefield
console an orphaned child
saw Him wipe her tears away
replace them with His own.
I saw Him on the subway
rise and let the tired sit.
Saw Him in the canned goods aisle
reach items on high shelves
saw the gratitude in those
who can’t do it for themselves.
I asked God what was going on
said “Hey, God, whassup!”
He smiled and said: “ just watching
my Angels growing up.”
John G. Lawless
4/14/2016
Rob played semi-professional rugby,
From when he was 4 until the age of 21,
When he got a serious spinal cord injury,
Whilst playing that rough game spun.
As part of his rehabilitation sessions,
At Rookwood Hospital, exists in Cardiff,
He played table tennis for his arms,
Which he continued thereafter, his quiff.
That was from 2005, but by ’11’s Euros,
He qualified for London’s Games 2012,
The Paras of tremendous meme flows,
About disability sport, now off the shelf.
But he left lonely and without a medal,
Which made him determined, craving,
So he increased the work and the mile,
He sweat each day, a medal engraving.
He was World No. 6 in 2012, not good,
For him, so he worked on consistency,
And became the Euro Champ good,
In Italy with singles and team tenancy.
In 2015 at the Euros again, in Vejle,
In Denmark, he did the same thing -
Topped the charts with his angle,
In both events - it was plain sailing.
Then, the major victory came in Rio,
The crowd erupted wildly at his win,
Because the tension had been audible,
When he’d wrangled to win gold vin.
Rob the Plumb Bob
True upright, Honest vertical,
Forthright citizen, If criticized, Unfair!,
Assured in Approaching Life's "Hurdle-cal",
Mich's husband devoted, likewise Lucas's Pere,
Spiritual thinker hardly heretical,
Kind, Kind, Kind, never one to scare,
Moral, principled always ethical,
For the NGA, Rob does contractors snare,
Pro at his roles, family & work, nobody's skeptical,
A well travelled road grows no grass...Rob's scalp's losing hair,
Rob's Icelandic blood belies his manner tropical,
Sharing to anyone in need, recipients just stare,
Always generous even when not economical,
Doubt Rob's convictions? Don't you dare!
There are women who feel a strong need
To nag men until their ears bleed
In a war of attrition
With relentless petition
Is a cruel way to make men concede
Men wish for a life of peace
But get nagged by a tongue that won't cease
Men will just say
It's the female DNA
That must out in its need for release
We can’t help it; we just HAVE to nag
Guess some folks would call us 'an old hag'
But men get on our nerves
When you paw at our curves
Men should give up and wave the white flag
We can suffer from bad PMT,
Become ogres that men want to flee
We scream and we shout
Say we’ll throw you out
But for some reason you wont let us be
Better by far, we should try this next time
It's effective and will prove sublime
By wearing earplugs
In each of our lugs
We'll be laughing whilst nagging - in mime
Laughing together will lighten our day
It's a tonic to chase our problems away
For a really big smile
Can last a long while
And we'll both get along better that way
24th January 2016-01-24
Collaboration by Jan Allison and Rob Bettridge
We went shopping
The misses and me
And afterwards we went
To our favourite café for a tea
The misses decided
She wanted to visit her brother Jim
She said “Since we in town,
“I have somefink to give to him”
So off we go to the bank
That’s where he works
His a no body
Just one of many clerks
We approach the counter
Me misses says “I wanna see Jim”
“Tell him it’s his sister”
“And I have somefink for ‘im”
“By the way, she says
“He should have a parcel for me”
The manager behind the counter said
“Jim is out to lunch you see”
“Well said me misses give him this
She pulled out a potato peeler
The manager’s eyes open
He seemed a bit of a Sheila
He quickly turned around
And gave me misses a parcel
But wouldn’t take the potato peeler
The stupid **** hole
Off we went back home
I slumped in the chair and watched some TV
Later the misses brought the parcel
And sat next to me
She open the bag
And all of a sudden a loud exploding sound
I thought me misses was killed
From the wet splatters all around
I looked at her
What a sight
Her face and arms were evenly coated orange
Which, boy, gave me an even bigger fright
I looked down in the bag
It was filled with money
Covered in a bright orange dye
My throat dried, this was not funny
Moments later a knock on the door
Me misses answers and voices say we arresting you for theft
You have orange dye on you
So we need to search the house, step to the left
I peep out, there,
A bloody police van
Me misses says you will do no such thing
This is fake tan
She reaches in her bag
Out come a bottle of orange fake tan
The police apologies
And off they go in their van
The CCTV tapes they probe
Blank
And arrest the manager
For an inside job
For a whole month
I stayed at home washing me orange spots
I managed to fade them
And got a sick note for chicken pox.
Sonny and Sal, you pulled a bonehead play.
Did you think you could rob that bank and get away?
Besides, most of the money was picked up earlier in the day.
Just across the street in the barber shop,
every move you made was being watched by a cop.
Police soon surrounded you on every side.
Inside the bank was the only place to hide.
The circumstances developed into a hostage situation.
All of this just to get money for Leon’s sex-change operation.
Do you want to know about the conclusion of this movie?
Just go out somewhere and get the DVD.
Inspired by the 1975 film “Dog Day Afternoon”
Meet Rob Ford.
A panda in this land.
The Mayor of Toronto.
A hero they have banned.
A servant of Toronto
and maybe the whole world.
A will as strong as iron.
A faith that has been furled.
A man who loves his country.
Who worked for greater good.
A Saint who smoked a crack pipe.
An average people's hood.
The leader of a city.
assaulted by the press;
Then kissed upon the lips.
when council was a mess.
A liar for our nation.
They cut him to the rib.
Exposing what is private.
The mayor had to fib.
Now rise up Mayor Ford.
Your wounds have all our names.
Your critics are of Hell
but your fans ignore the flames.
Your legacy is leaving you.
No council to administer.
But keep your faith as close to you
that one day your Prime Minister.
You thought Rob Ford went to Heaven.
You prayed he got his wings.
For all it takes to make him welcome;
to those I tell these things.
He seemed the very human being
we'd idol for our flaws.
The press enforcing he was bad
despite their shaming cause.
A skin flint with our many dollars.
A hero to the city.
While ambushed by a waiting counsel
to bring about our pity.
He sinned the sins of every man.
The bureaucrats own misgiving.
His peers exploiting him as worse
with none of them forgiving.
A martyr with a thousand plans.
His goal to bring the peace.
Now silenced for a greater cause,
his soul won't know to cease.
Woodsman on a prowl
Sneaking around like an owl
Noticing innocents getting a fright
Watchman you are a good knight
Defending partiers in a plight
Battling a monster in a murderous fight
Erich you guarded them all
Despite the rainfall
Where thunder clapped
Lightning snapped
Spotlighting your heroic stage
Heralded by the girls maturing in age
Until your deadly scripted page
As we reflect surrounded by campfire mist
Who should be on the angelic list
Mr. Anderson may not have received Brad Clooney fame
But we knew your look maybe not name
Reminded the rat was Ben
While the chopping mall no longer needed Ken
RIP mechanical hiking buddy
Protecting those from evil not really funny
Make it sunny
Heavens will be brighter
Since you are now a soulful fighter
We all down here
Are in it for the scream and cheer
Toasting Rob Dier
With a corkscrew and beer