Short Hobble Poems
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Trump and Rudy were watching an oater
Thinking up ways to find one more voter
"Hobble on Cassidy
Drives herd mentality
Let's misquote her and find a promoter!"
The inbound faeries were landing too fast.
They came in droves from first to last.
They landed on Dexter and Hobble and Go.
Our outbound faeries who were way too slow.
Stop the
waterboarding
of poems. False
confessions fly and
scarred
they hobble out
bleeding yellow, blue, green
all at once -
sometimes poems don't know
what you think they do.
On shaky ground I find I walk
I hobble and wobble but still I walk
There are shadows that lurk in the dark
I can feel their eyes and see their mark,
But still I walk, I know what I seek.
Goodbye John McCain
Trump whole government with us did gobble;
We became poor and around have to hobble;
All time would wane;
Goodbye John McCain,
Trump stayed fat and should see him wobble.
Jim Horn
We’ve all been crippled
in different ways
To hobble or stumble
alone in our pain
No one is reprieved
as years take their toll
Till that day we return
one body — one soul
(1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2024)
The “gobble-oscopy”
When the chef succumbed to his bottle
twenty turkeys escaped without gobble
took an apple and stuck it
where no one would pluck it
so the chef giving chase could but hobble
John G. Lawless
11/23/2016
When you’re young
you run with the wind
laugh in the face of time
Of a sudden you’re old
you hobble, chagrined
every step a tortuous climb
Though if young knew of old
as old knows of young
no melody’d ever be sung
Eventually all loves will go away.
Either dying off one by one
or hobble away to nowhere.
After they're gone
the best we can wish for
is to feel the bones of their kisses
and the soul of memories.
The reward for longevity is loneliness.
Exquisite Biscuit
4987
My wife has elected to make exquisite,
Gravy including a homemade biscuit;
To table hobble,
And up gobble,
Breakfast which was perfect for my visit.
Jim Horn
Jill always does such a great job;
If were me everyone would sob.
Take a sip
It won't hurt
I begin to stumble and trip
Stains on my shirt
Next time is different i say
Then i turn to a bottle
Not able to sound a hey
So ashamed while i hobble
Drinking again they ask
"im fine" i debated
Then i grab my flask
Now i know im wasted
Heard Big Bird
Some things about Trump we have heard;
When he talks seems to repeat same word;
Around will hobble,
And up food gobble;
His body has been modelled after Big Bird.
This is why Trump wants to defund Big Bird.
Big Bird always reminds him of himself.
Jim Horn
Similar to a leg ripped loose
you learn to hobble on crutches
but like a phantom limb
the amputation still throbs
long after the wound has closed
Those few precious seconds
between sleeping and waking
you are as you once were
then the awful will of God dawns
then it’s oh yeah, my leg is gone…
I LOVE YOU
(Writing for my beloved wife from her conversation)
I am praying for you free from this trouble
We will hold on together through this bubble
Let's work harder to make everything positive double
I love you forever even we have to hobble
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando October 13, 2016
Will you still be the same.....?
When I tell you every lie I told,
The Secrets buried deep under the sores,
The smile that fades when the past reflects,
Sleepless Nights 'cause of the days that have left,
The sorrow of touch makes my feet wobble,
Hard to forget the nightmares that make me hobble..
Will you still love me the same...?
Form:
If I could cut off my feet, would it get any worse?
Yesterday a thief stole my favorite purse
It had my I.D., everything but my keys
Arthritis in my ankles and in my knees
I stumble and hobble as I try to walk
My deranged parrot has an annoying squawk
my husband has left me and taken the keys
I curse my sore ankle and arthritic knees.
Darn dogs bark, disturbing my thought
Two canucks in a truck never give up,
With a wide turning radius they hobble the curb,
Parking in stalls, for small cars,
One stops next to you, to block the view,
The senior’s scooter pushes through
The traffic, at the shopping mall
All with conflicting purposes
Trying to buy food ~psp
dr. (pi)
.
I used to scamper up and down the La Jolla Trail.
Now I hobble at best and butt slide at worst.
I nearly died 3 times today.
Twice of fright
Nearly once due to the unfair laws of gravity.
Gravity is like old age
It pulls you closer to the ground
You already lie buried in.e
An open grave has but one exit.
But thankfully it’s open all the time.
Perpetual moments
the key
to existence
Memory
your biggest
foe
Blocking
the path
to future promise
Lapsing
forgetfulness
grows
Time an illusion
a crutch
for the weak
To hobble
and stumble
in constant retreat
This instant
recurring
when chosen at will
Where Poets
and Prophets
— forever instill
(Villanova University: July, 2025)
I hobbled to the river
Which was worth each step of pain.
My bench and sunshine beckoned
So my walk was not in vain.
The early hour guaranteed
No crowds would block my views;
The sparkle of the water
Would be something sad to lose.
There’s not a single thing right now,
While sitting, that I lack
But a better knee would help
When I begin my hobble back.
My foot is asleep.
Left it up too long with a heavy dictionary on it.
Could hobble into the house.
Not yet!
Okay.
In two minutes?
My body is screaming NOOOOOOO!
I do not listen.
Let’s make it three minutes, I suggest.
Knowing better in every fiber of my being.
But not caring.
I am getting older,
not smarter.
Stand up.
Collapse.
Break the other hip.
Dhramn!
We're built to be uNeven.
In balance or Knot
We're Weaving.
Nature makes it this way
So the earth can sway
Else we'd be hot,
While freezing.
Look to your feet
If you don't believe me.
Touch your skin
Epidermis is breathing.
We wiggle when we wobble
And we giggle when we cobble,
Yes making shoes one too small
So we can hobble? lol!
Now THAT'S perfectly uneven.
Thinking.
;p
Form:
You said you wanted to walk in my shoes.
It could be tricky, too tight or too loose.
You’d wobble and hobble just like a goose
who trips o'er laces, gets many a bruise
when making merry and drinking much booze.
Be warned that my life is hardly a cruise,
I cannot afford to pick and to choose.
I live on my own; I am a recluse!
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© 25th August 2016
The other dogs, not a one was lame,
they called me "Hobble" cause I limp.
I am hoping you will change my name.
No dog wants to be called a gimp.
I can walk, just don't run very fast
Here’s hoping you don't have a cat.
When it comes to chewing, I'm the best;
I have caused some problems with that.
Say you'll keep me, I'll be friends with you
if you have a cat, I'll learn to cope.
Maybe you can teach me not to chew;
I can teach you lots about hope.
06/03/13
On the road to Timbuktu.
I met a man with just one shoe.
He smiled at me and bid me adieu.
I asked "whatever happened to your other Shoe"?
His reply was this" I gave it to a horse"."
He lost his running the course" I have little remorse"
Walking on the cobblestone. my barefoot all alone.
I must now hobble lopsided to the King's throne.
And at the King's throne I will get a new shoe.
And be on my way to Timbuktu.
And now really I must bid you adieu.