Short Hobbles Poems
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The old year hobbles out - his path an aftermath of blunders.
Glowingly expectant, the new year readies for a grand entrance -
wearing nothing but fresh unstained diapers of naiveté.
For the Sijo Poetry Contest of Rick Parise
Categories:
hobbles, seasons, new year,
Form:
Sijo
Excursions, picnics, get-togethers, ballgames
An exhausted father slumps into his favorite armchair, leans back --
Ah, the pot of gold at the end of ‘his special day’
…Dad hobbles outside – bad knees and all – to set up
the sprinklers and haul in the gear from the van
Categories:
hobbles, fathers day, fun,
Form:
Free verse
Once he ran, a younger man, now he hobbles
Once he walked, cheerfully talked, now he wobbles
Once he laughed, a breezy updraft, now he cries
Once he hoped, with the future eloped, now he sighs
Once he looked forward
~ Now he looks toward
The day when he can die
Categories:
hobbles, age, fate, hope, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
a bobble hat fellow rumbles along
sharp turns behind me - hello -
but reaches up to the wall
grabs an apple 80 percent intact
and hobbles away again
a few seconds later he's back again
turns behind me, bends low
and picks up the soggy, abandoned
box of donuts
two inside remaining
successful mission
he wobbles away
Categories:
hobbles, england, food, london, simple, travel,
Form:
Free verse
A brown man with a full beard passes
I continue to read.
A young white man--handsome--
stops and sips at the fountain directly my left
An old women, wearing a winter coat with leopard print--wealthy looking--
hobbles by
A middle aged women--indeterminate--
walks slowly by
I catch a whiff of cigarette smoke
I say a quick prayer for her
I continue to read.
Categories:
hobbles, gender, men, women,
Form:
Free verse
Slate clouds stretch low
over urban rooftops,
sun’s hopeful warmth
vanquished:
man with a limp
pauses.
his weary eyes,
wary,
survey that sky,
grimy gangling
fingers
fidget
buttons,
wind biting through
plaid jacket’s
worn fabric;
on, he hobbles
behind
shopping cart,
cluttered and dull,
left front wheel
shimmying,
sere, dun leaves
and discarded wrappers
tumble, rustle
alongside
in the gutter.
Categories:
hobbles, autumn, hope, society,
Form:
Free verse
Toddler wanders
With unsteadiness,
Then darts and dashes
Tripping over less.
Skipping and hopping
Jumping on one foot,
Strutting, parading
All to whom will look.
Pacing to and fro
Trekking on a hike
Going far in distance
Jogging-motion-fight
Sprinting, rushing race
Running for ones life,
Sore muscles shuffles
Hobbles awkward strife.
Here I've stopped and still
Body kinda beat though
Interesting yes to
Wonder walking feet.
Categories:
hobbles, people, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
his face has deep crevices like the grand canyon
I wonder how many ideas dwell in their recesses
blue eyes are alert, I can see his youth in their shine
he turns the second he meets my eyes
perhaps I remind him of a daughter, as he reminds me ot things long gone
of my grandpa, of TV westerns, of what my face will be like someday
his hat is worn, his horse is slow, he hobbles toward the barn
I stay out of his way, wondering about his crevices
Categories:
hobbles, age,
Form:
Blank verse
unfinished poems cramp me
like a horse
in his hobbles
shaking from slumber
they won't go away
I hear them begging in the night
like babies wanting more milk
never satisfied
like unpaid bills
due upon receipt
whipping me whipped
stripping me stripped
yearning to be hatched
they scratch at my brain
chasing dreams
into dark closets
they refuse my sleep
I lay there in warm rhymes
and fluffy phrases
until morning
Categories:
hobbles, anxiety, poetry, sleep, writing,
Form:
Free verse
. for public domain
Her changes, swift as Bluebirds fly,
her ranges, lift notes low and high,
and yet she hobbles on the ground,
anchored low, like Prometheus bound.
The gods hold stealing no light task,
better without, than not to ask,
but she, not knowing wrong from right,
could only yearn, behold the Light.
She sought Love without a care,
and found she some, and some despair.
Looking back from her present state,
"Do it again. Don't hesitate."
Categories:
hobbles, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
She takes in strays that no one wants;
the house is overrun with cats;
she feeds them scraps - it's all she has -
but some will hunt and feast on rats.
Her husband left, she lost her job -
she coped. So many years alone,
the cats her only friends (although,
you never hear Old Ester moan).
They say she's crazy, or a witch;
the children run, the locals hide.
She doesn't speak and hobbles by:
a sad old lady, misty-eyed...
for Line's Crazy Cat Lady contest
Categories:
hobbles, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme