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