am sooooooo sorry... meant bibby

nus messed me up... LOL

Oh sure...blame it on the prairie dog! You wanna meet Ronnie's
alligator?

LOL..Will I ever get over that typo?

Thanks, love.. I have so mamy more..Just lookin' for an audience!

Sometimes Bobby the audience is silent...

But we see you..

Sure you did, Kiddo..

No one will ever let me get over my typo!!

Lee..You are never absent, either!

There's the Booby I remember=0)

Keep going talented you.

crikey booby you look like you could have been a bloody fighter,butt now
your just a prolifick writer. hows ya scooter goin mate.

Well done bibby! :)

We didn't have a real flood, just a lot of rain..But, this is how the
poem ended up.

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An Island
by Bobby7

My world is wet, the river's up, and more rain's on the way
It looks like I might need a boat to get to town today.
There's water all around the house; it's drowning our new seeds.
A little sun and dryness is what our county needs.

It's risin' o'er the railroad tracks; the cows took to the hills.
The chickens flew into the trees, or, are roosting in the mills.
It's too deep to run the tractor and to salvage all our hay.
And on the radio, I heard, we're gonna get more rain today.

I'm looking out the window; there's water everywhere.
The folks in town have called to say they've lodgin's we can share.
But, we don't want to leave our home, where our children were all born.
Abandonin’ the farm would make the future so forlorn.

T he creek has overrun the fields, devourin’ good top-soil.
As I watch the devastation, my blood begins to boil.
We've worked so hard to make this place our little paradise.
I'll pray tonight: A little sun, and blue skies, would be nice.

A boat went by, just filled with folks that are headed into town.
A cat is floatin’ by the house. I hope that it won't drown.
My boy just plucked it from the water; it's safe inside with him.
Lightning' hit the power lines, and our lights are gettin’ dim.

The young'uns just don't understand what's happenin’ to our place.
The look of consternation shows plainly on each face.
They just can't comprehend the flood, and the havoc all around.
They wonder why they see their friends all heading into town.

Well, it might be time to pull the plug, and leave for town, I guess.
I wonder just what we can save, or salvage from this mess.
Mother Nature can be cruel, and toy with rain and sun.
They say, "No man's an island". But, our farm will soon be one.

But, we might wait to see if we can hang on one more day.
It's hard to leave and watch our hopes and dreams just float away.
I'm gonna get down on my knees and try our safety net,
For forty years, through joy and tears,

The Lord ain't failed me yet...

©Bobby7/2006

This was written for a very dear friend, who was in an abusive
relationship.. She is now happily married to a decent man..

She said that this poem gave her the understanding, and courage that she
needed to leave the abusive SOB..

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Woman's Fate (Sweet Red Rose)
By Bobby7


Annie, come sit here with me.
Let's talk about what's yet to be.
You're still confused about this world,
and how men treat a decent girl.
So let me set your mind at rest;
Annie, you deserve the very best.

You must be allowed to smile,
or just sit back and think awhile...
Of all the years that you have missed,
through being hurt instead of kissed.
I really just don't understand,
what kind of monster, beast or man,

Could do to you the things he's done.
What hollow victory has he won?
He took a child, that's what you were,
then beat you as he would a cur.
He bent your mind and warped your soul.
.He left you bitter, hurt, and cold.

He bruised your body, broke your heart,
and ripped your hopes and dreams apart.
You should never feel ashamed,
for he alone must bear the blame.
Though you may hurt a little longer,
his hate will serve to make you stronger.

I can't atone for what he's done,
but you deserve to see the sun.
And if I could only find a way,
you'd bask in sunshine every day.
And all your sorrow, and your pain,
would fade away, like April's rain.

Listen girl, you hold the power
to grow and blossom like a flower.
And when you spread your petals wide,
you'll taste the love so long denied.

And when you've bloomed, well, this man knows...

You'll put to shame

- The Sweet Red Rose –





©Bobby7/2006

You, Girl
by Bobby7

My God! Time flies, I'm getting old,
But I've seen miracles unfold!
A baby's birth, an oyster's pearl,
White clouds that look like sails unfurled,
Hot lava a volcano hurled...

And Then There's You, Girl...

I thought love was in my past.
Seldom do I see love last,
And people move around too fast,
But now I know my fate is cast...

For Now There's You, Girl...

I've never met a girl so sweet.
I lay my heart down at your feet.
You've made my life feel so complete
That I can't contemplate retreat...

No, Not From You, Girl.

You make me dizzy with each kiss.
Will my heart beat or will it miss?
I've never really known such bliss,
Or known such peace and joy as this...

'Til I Met You, Girl...

I never thought that life's a race,
So I'll plod along at my own pace.
And dream about your lovely face.
You make my world a special place...

...With Everything You Do, Girl...

©Bobby7/2006

You, Girl
by Bobby7

My God! Time flies, I'm getting old,
But I've seen miracles unfold!
A baby's birth, an oyster's pearl,
White clouds that look like sails unfurled,
Hot lava a volcano hurled...

And Then There's You, Girl...

I thought love was in my past.
Seldom do I see love last,
And people move around too fast,
But now I know my fate is cast...

For Now There's You, Girl...

I've never met a girl so sweet.
I lay my heart down at your feet.
You've made my life feel so complete
That I can't contemplate retreat...

No, Not From You, Girl.

You make me dizzy with each kiss.
Will my heart beat or will it miss?
I've never really known such bliss,
Or known such peace and joy as this...

'Til I Met You, Girl...

I never thought that life's a race,
So I'll plod along at my own pace.
And dream about your lovely face.
You make my world a special place...

...With Everything You Do, Girl...

Winter..
by Bobby7

The summer's gone, but don't despair.
For, spring will soon be in the air.

Winters is a daunting test,
But, it's Nature's way of getting rest

So come, and sit here, in the heat,
And, loose the cramps from your poor feet

We'll watch the pretty flakes come down
Spreading Nature's blanket on the ground.

Sweet Robins' songs, and April's rain
Will wake our Mother, once again

© Bobby7/2006

Dang! I hate double posting, but, I am so good at doing it...
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The Winds Of Time
by Bobby7

The winds of time caress my brow, my vision dims a bit, somehow.
I am a different person now, perchance, a bit more sage.
As I reflect upon the past, to seek answers to the questions asked
That I can write upon this page.

I hardly saw the passing years, with all their joys and bitter tears.
They somehow seemed to pass me by; and, now, I vent my rage.
At memories which I have lost, and at the truly awful cost.
Of living in my cage.

Because I’m in my twilight years: I really must confront my fears
I must prepare to face my doom; but not within this lonely room.
I know that I must find a friend, who’ll be there to the very end.
But, how am I to gauge?

The birds sing sweetly, as before, the oceans still caress the shore.
And I am locked, ‘til my last day, in this battle that I wage.
I will fight ‘til my last breath, ‘though I can’t ever conquer death
This could be my last page.

Yet, I have broken all the bars, and gaze in wonder at the stars.
And rejoice in all the miracles, and the loves, that once were mine.
At times, of course my heart was sad, my life’s embraced the good and
bad.

I, now, accept the winds of ttime

Honourable Death
by Bobby7

The scene; Surreal. The crowd; Alive!...Excitement in the air!
A test of skill and bravery; Let's look on. Do we dare?
Two men locked in mortal strife, and one will surely die.
They mount their steeds, salute the crowd, and point their swords up to
the sky.

Their weapons flash, their horses rear, spectators hold their breath.
For they sense that they'll be witnessing, an Honorable Death.
Their horses gallop down the lane, a blood cry rends the air!
The Blue knight's down, his visor smashed, blood flowing everywhere.

He gains his feet, and staunchly 'waits his adversary's moves.
His wait is short; His foe is here, amid the thundering hooves.
He stands his ground, their weapons flash..So loud, the clashing steel!
They hack at one other, with a passion one can feel...

The sand is bloodied at their feet, their mail, a gory mess.
They lunge, they stab, they thrust, they feint; a savage, primal test.
The crowd, as one, is on its feet! The Blue knight's down once more.
His foe stands back, his sword upraised, as we watch the life blood
pour.

Grey knight asks the hungry crowd if Blue knight lives or dies.
The answer's plain, and so, He acquiesces to their cries.
He plunges down his bloody sword, and slays his gallant foe.
Remounts his steed, uplifts his sword, and turns around to go.

The Grey knight rides back down the lane, and stops before the King.
The Monarch smiles, as does the Queen; She then throws the knight a
ring.
One man in the crowd asked why the Blue knight had to die.
But, I could find no rhyme or reason, and it made me want to cry.

The death of any brave young man is such a dreadful thing.

But, "Where?", I ask, is honour?

Blue knight slaughtered for a ring?

Awesome stuff bibby ..I love that..bibby

Thanks, Jax..I'm just gettin' warmed up..

Love ya, lady..

Play Time
by Bobby7

And, when we grow too old to play,
What awaits us on that day?
No mortal ones can really say.

To Hell with it..Let's go and play!