Robbie Poems - Poems about Robbie

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...

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I, A. Robbie - Ham guilty for gobbledygook... and ruffling turkey feathers! An innocent A1 miss steak kin kith once, a former main lion resident living social where Tigress and Euphrates converge and pool into Lake Wobegone necessitate extensible claws to CAPTCHA unsuspecting top notch praise omnipresent among cat skills hidden from public scrutiny iz cow herd vegetarian boar hoof faux...

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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...

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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...

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There has been much about being on a stage Since I started dealing with that adult style wage The Orange one used to welcome the new year With an evening date filled with cheer Now it says goodbye With a match worthy of a sigh Northerners will descend on the Hard Rocks To continue a tradition...

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Robbie of Saint Claire's Heights nose bled everyday cause he was afraid of heights so forced to move. 2019 September 23...

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Awful Gob full... Wrawful Offal. ...

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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...

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* 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...

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Robbie . Like a snail, out of sea, stuck to Mother Earth. Never able to see, never able to fly it’s girth since a time in youth and at a place where currents carried away Hope, created space between, making it difficult for her to get by, and she did slip, into the corner of my eye carrying the...

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(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...

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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...

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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...

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(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...

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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....

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