Short Hobbling Poems

No longer am I a person
Lost one shoe, life has worsened
Can't go on
Hobbling along
Must I go barefoot to relieve the burden...

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today I saw
a dog
he was missing a leg

suddenly 
like out of the blue
a tear was hobbling

his infirmity
has reminded to me 
how much ...

you are missing 
to myself...

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Floating under the surface,
stones weighting my body,
gremlins and goblins 
are hobbling my soul;

I'm full to o'erflowing, 
my faculties failing,
I'm one with the fishes, 
I've found my way home....

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Poor old farmer Giles started hobbling
As his painful piles were a wobbling
When he sat down on ice
The relief was so nice
His tush is in need of remodelling

Farmer Giles is Cockney rhyming slang for Piles or haemorrhoids.

31st May 2015...

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Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins 
were hobbling her soul;
she's full to o'erflowing, 
her faculties failing,
she swam with the fishes 
and found her way home.

             ******

...an epitaph for Virginia Woolf...

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R estless minutes; tedious hours,
E ndless seconds, as void devours,
P lodding, hobbling, lumbering thru
E ternal moments,
A waiting the emptiness of 
T he continual songs of boredom… an
E verlasting, Interminable, repeated
D ullness, that one day will forever fade…...

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The Veil

On decrepit pathways hobbling
Life soul and world a wash of grayscale

Dark wings in shadows sing
By design the spirit to impale

An artist’s palette of black and white
Bright hues in daylight pale

Adrift in oceans of ravens night
Accursed walk beyond the veil

Stephen Allen....

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Corrosion within a hobbling democracy
Altruism died along side a Calvary king
United we stand divided we'll get mauled
Severe stratification at the political ball
Time bomb attached to societal tumors
Insidious forces lurking about a white room
Caucuses are in the teeth of the 666 beast...

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...for Virginia Woolf


Submerged 'neath the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins 
are hobbling her soul.

Images jar, 
and memories jostle, 
her compass is gone
but she's in full control. 

Lungs overflowing, 
her faculties failing,
she's one with the fishes, 
at last she is whole....

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...for Virginia

Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins 
are hobbling her soul.

Images jar, 
memories jostle, 
her compass is gone
yet she's in full control. 

Full to o'erflowing, 
her faculties failing,
she's one with the fishes, 
at last she is whole....

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...for Virginia

Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins 
are hobbling her soul.

Images jar, 
and memories jostle, 
her compass is broken,
she's out of control.  

She's full to o'erflowing, 
her faculties failing,
she's one with the fishes, 
she's found her way home....

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Imagined pins and needles
Hobbling my swarth
Homes sweet hearth cradling your whim
The sound and safeness of home farmed hands
The vastness invites in colour hued
But shadow and soul will not conform
Stepping over limbless torsos of people falling to pieces
Devil shunned faces turn inwards
As outside stays outside...

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Doing the Splits
Got knickers in a twist doing the splits 
Tearing my trousers and hurting my hips
Hubby made hullabaloo 
Turning the atmosphere blue
And now I’m hobbling around on two sticks. 

+*+*+*+

13th May 2023

Funny, Bawdy or Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin...

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Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins 
were hobbling her soul;
she's full to o'erflowing, 
her faculties failing,
she swam with the fishes 
and found her way home.




Last Modified: July 28, 2015 at 11:57 pm
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Author Notes

...an epilogue for Virginia Woolf...

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A lovely, senior named Ruth,
Was told to don ugly goggles, forsooth!
By Canadian powers that be,
That frightened the good citizenry.


She went hobbling to the store.
Ruth, was smacked by the front door.
By a youth in such a hurry,
No apologies, but just like a rat did scurry,


            

         August 20, 2020
          5:30pm PST...

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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....

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From a dark pumpkin snarled out a goblin,
Hobbling, wobbling, said he flew from Dublin
And thundered me to gobble 
A blended red scotch double
And demanded a bottle, wrapped in poplin.


Syllabic count: 10/10/7/7/10   (Poetry Soup)
Rhyme scheme: A/A/B/B/A

*A 4th Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 19, 2020)

Oct. 10, 2020
Halloween Inspired Limerick Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin...

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Nowadays
I'm awake before the light.
My talons are sore with over-use.
My beak is shattered in 3 places.
My feathers, thank God, still look amazing.
Though I've been flightless 
For four days now...
Starting to see ghost worms.
Hobbling around in the cold.
Dark tunnels.
Chewing on wet paper.
I'm finished.
Someone tell Margaret I love her.
And that she was right.
Those zooming beams of divine light
Are not our friends....

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When I look into the eyes of the young,
I saw futuristic vehicles gliding
past their old and withered bodies

When I looked into the eyes of the old,
I saw carriages, majestically hobbling the streets,
Horse-drawn and noisome,
fear in the eyes of the young

When I looked into the face of the clock,
I saw my own reflection,
ticking away its life
in shuttered motion

When I looked into my face I saw white eyes
in withered casing...

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My heart's hinged door forcefully burst
But the instant coffee I owned was decaf!
My eyes died, parched of thurst,
My tearless decision was just to laugh.

These beatings last forever,
But I find your love is pain.
Drag me up the stairs; together...
Black eyed me, bruised with you again.

Hobbling always, resilient is me.
Keeping each beat with heartfelt rapidity.
Time never winds down, failing to free me.
So blowing blood out my nose~ I'm endless stupidity!


PTDM...

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