Short Hobbling Poems
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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
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
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.
Village Inn
a go-to restaurant for oldsters
old old old old old people
the parking lot is full of walkers and canes
they are hobbling in the speed of clogged ketchup
at seventy-two, I feel like a baby chick next to them
my arm is tender
my leg is sore
hobbling and limping
shall I tell you more?
my ankles are killing me
dual arthritis you see
each step down
brings a giant frown
I’m falling apart
a pain in my heart
seventy-one
is no fun
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
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
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…
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.
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.
...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.
...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.
...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.
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
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
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
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
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.
I used to get a little bit misty-eyed
watching an old person hobbling along
toting an overweight gray muzzled dog.
Thinking what a tragedy it's going to be
when one of them leaves the other behind.
Now, I'm that old man hobbling along
toting an aged greyhound dog called Time.
Thinking what a tragedy it's going to be
when Time dog leaves me far, far behind.
DRINKING PROBLEM
I might have a drinking problem
Even Though I am not a Hobbling Goblin
Which might be Bewildering
No, it’s not alcohol
Even in the halls
Where there are bouncing balls
But caffeine regardless of steam
Although I am not bursting at the seams
My beverages usually have caffeine
Especially at the trickling stream
Do I really have a drinking problem?
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
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.
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
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