Robbie Poems - Poems about Robbie

A Homeless Man Named 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

Robbie - Ham Guilty For Gobbledygook

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

Sweet Love From All of Us Robbie

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

Robbie the Rhythm Man

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

Parrot Ting Reflection From a Barry University Graduate

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

Robbie

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


2019 September 23

Robbie Burns Et All

Awful

       Gob full...

                 Wrawful

                          Offal.
   

Robbie

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

Sandy Hook Elementary Imposter, Fake Father Robbie Parker

* 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

Robbie

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

Robbie Burns Ii

(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

My Friend Robbie

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

Robbie Burns the Takanini Verson Ii

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

Robbie Burns

(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

Robbie, When He Was a Young Lad.

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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