Freedom

Weep not, my children, I am free,
from my suffering and my pain.
Love your family, friends and Life,
until we meet again.
I have seen my share of grief;
I've seen lots of good times too
But most of all, I had the joy
of giving life to you .

I haven't been the perfect Mom,
Is there really such a thing?
But tried my best to raise you right,
and gave my every thing
I look at you, you're all grown up,
and busy with your live
And like your Dad,
I hope you’re blessed,
With a true and loving wife


I know your Dad was very proud,
until the day he died
We were not the perfect parents,
but, the good Lord knows we tried.
So, hug your loved ones every day,
And try not to be sad
Don't mourn for me; For I am free,
I've gone to meet your Dad.

It is strange, when we are born,
that we all have our own fate
For me and Dad,
in God's bright land

It will be like our first date

by Bobby7

A Visit To The Halls
by Bobby7

Last night, sleep eluded me, and I stared at four bare walls.
So I let my mind take me away to visit Haggard's Halls.
I knew the paths that I must take, our friend, Paul, showed us the way.
And I knew the risks of going there, and so I knelt to pray.

I prayed the Lord to let me live, and to bring to you this tale.
Then I stood before the great Hall's doors, the moon was cold and pale.
Inside, I heard such cries of pain, and shrieks from untold maimed.
And, from within, I heard a voice that was calling out my name.

The smell of blood and butchery was heavy on the air.
Dare I take the chance, and go inside, knowing well how I might fare?
The Hall's doors slowly opened wide and I peered into the haze.
Then, the keeper of this torture pit chanced to fall within my gaze.

No mortal man; So tall, so dark, with eyes as black as sin.
He howled with glee, and beckoned me; "Well, Robert!... Please step
in!".
Inside I saw the cold, dank walls, adorned with hooks and chains.
And heard the cries of endless souls enduring endless pains.

Rats and spiders everywhere, and bloodstains on the stones,
And in every room within these Halls, were piles of human bones.
The cries and moans that filled the air, from victims not yet dead,
Froze my mind, and filled my heart and soul with awful dread.

I wished to run; I couldn't move, I was held by evil's power.
And I felt that I would forfeit life, and be doomed, within the hour.
Then, suddenly; I was awake, and shivering in my bed,
The cries of all those tortured souls still ringing in my head.

But; This was no dream; For I was there, inside those hateful Halls.
And I can tell you, stone by stone, the contours of the walls.
Now I lie here, and shake with fear: There's good reason for my fright.
The dreadful things I witnessed there, have turned my dark hair white!

So, stay away, and save your souls, I warn you; one and all.
I played the fool, and now I pay. Lord, I wish I'd heeded Paul.
So let Haggard's Halls, and our friend Paul, those gruesome secrets
keep.

But; Woe is me, I'm oh, so tired,

*Yet,… too afraid to sleep.*

Re-Visiting My Demons
by Bobby7

It had been nearly fifteen years, since I stood before these Halls.
And reflected on the secrets that it held within its walls.
In my mind I saw the many souls that the creature held in chains.
I still hear the shrieks of agony as he distributed his pains.

I saw, in my mind's eye, the hooks, adorned with writhing men.
The pools of blood, and all the rats, that scampered through his den.
I remembered his forbidding face, as I watched it twist in glee.
As his masterpiece of butchery, was so proudly shown to me.

I heard a doomed man's assertion, another foolish man, like me
That the fiend had captured my friend, Paul. I was here to set him free.
I recalled those horrid memories that have haunted me for years.
But, I knew that to complete my quest, I must put aside my fears.

As night set in, I heard a sound that made my heart rejoice.
Though it was dim, I recognized; My friend Paul! The Poet's voice!
And now, I must devise a plan, to spirit my friend out.
It must be sound and silent; lest he suspect that I'm about.

I knew he had keen senses, after all, he's not a man,
So I mulled it over in my mind, each nuance of my plan.
The moon appeared, so cold and pale, and pushed the clouds aside.
An evil glow reached out, to cloak the surrounding countryside.

Another thought occurred to me: A plan that well might work,
And I sought out his familiar that was hiding in the murk.
By nature, I'm a gentle soul; I'd hurt neither beast nor man.
But, I thought about my good friend, Paul. My God! I think I can!

I tied the foul familiar, to a twisted oak tree's limb.
I gathered stones, my mind rebelled, but: I threw the rocks at him.
The creature's cries were loud and shrill; they pierced the silent
night.
They caught the fiend's attention, for I saw candle light.

Then the monster stood before the Halls and my courage nearly died.
He called my name, and promised death, and, much worse; he implied.
As he searched for his familiar, he vented cries of wrath.
I slipped inside! I freed my friend! We then bolted down the path!

By now, the moon was in retreat, and we ran by dawn's dim light.
But even in the gray of dawn, I saw Paul's hair was white.
As we ran along the forest trail, with the monster in pursuit,
I tripped and fell, a creeping vine, had wrapped around my boot.

That saved my life, for as I fell, I saw a bolt of fire flash.
It hit a tree that fell to earth with a muffled, tortured crash.
We were unsure of where we were, or the distance we had run,
But, as if in answer to my prayers, Behold! The rising sun.

The fiend that was pursuing us, paused, then, turned away.
For, it could not abide the blessed sun, and, it slept throughout the
day.
So, we escaped, and to this day, this idea's mine, not Paul's.

We don't discuss what came about,

...Nor, speak of Haggard's Halls...

This is a work of fiction..I was asked to write an unhappy poem for a
change of pace..And this is it..
__________________________________________________

The Eyes From Hell
By Bobby7

You've shattered me, brought back the pain.
And I've been such a fool again.
I trusted you, so now I'll pay,
For lies you told me, day by day.

You're really good, you play the part,
But there's no love inside your heart.
No love for me, or any man.
And so, you wound us: Just 'cause you can.

The things you do, the lies you tell,
Have made my life a living Hell.
It must be my fault, I suppose,
For trying to love a pretty rose.

I was so blind, I failed to see,
The thorns, that now, you thrust at me.
You're oh, so passionate in bed,
But deep inside, your heart is dead.

I'll miss your face, your body too,
And all the little things you do,
That made me laugh, and gave me hope;
But now you've handed me a rope.

And you didn't give me time to pray,
Before you kicked the chair away.
So watch me swinging in the breeze.
The Beast in you must be so pleased.

Another notch on Baby's gun.
My God, that woman has such fun.
Oh yes, that girl has such a ball,
She builds them up to watch them fall.

I'll bet she laughs as their souls die...
Wow! Ripped the wings right off that fly.
To anyone who looks at her,
She's a pretty kitten, just hear her purr.

But only men who know her well...
Have seen behind...

-The Eyes From Hell-

(And they very seldom live to tell)
I'm out of here, I've seen the light,
I wonder who she'll maim tonight...

Oh well, I'll just put down my pen,
And dive into the booze again...

love ya to Bobby and your words of poetry are beautiful.

Again bibby these are awsome... Kinda deep.. They make u think.
thank u.

Thanks girls (Jax & Tameka)..It is so nice to get
feedback..

(signed) Bibby7

Bibbity Bobbity Boo

I gave the rights to "Woman's Fate (Sweet Red Rose)" to WADV..

Women Afainst Domestic Violence..They may have published it..

It is an awesome site...

Jax, you are a real gem!! Always keep my on my
toes...

I just saw the testimonial, Jax..You are a one-woman riot..

Tell me how to do that, OK? I want to write one for you..

Are You Strong Enough to Heal?


I know I’m strong enough to bleed.
I do, each time my heart has need.
Each time I see a loved one cry,
Each time a dear friend has to die.

Oh, yes, I bleed; And, often too,
And I feel hurt the way you do.
But the mystery that we all must feel -
Is; Are we Strong Enough to Heal?

And take joy in each and every breath,
Lest, we slowly bleed to death.
The very best that we can do,
Is; Help others in their healing, too.

Miles.
By bobby7.

Every mile’s a smile, ‘Cause in a while
I’ll see her lovely face.
I roamed around, from town to town
But never found my place.

On the road I go, though I just don’t know
What will be there at the end..
If it’s not love, then Lord above
Please let her be a friend.

beautiful.......thanks bobby xxxxxxxxxxxx

OK, folks..Gonna have a little fun here..Every once in a while, some
would throw a word my way that I did not know the meaning of.
I, eventually looked up these words, but, before I did, I had some fun
with them.. I made them mean something completely different than what
they actually meant...
________The First word is "Haiku"________________________

Danielle's Haiku
by Bobby7

When I can't write, or when the words
seem to slip away from me,

If the Train's not due*; what can I do,
but sit here helplessly?

I too, much like Danielle, used Haikus, for spell.

If I had my way, if I could today,
I'd send those bloody Haikus, all to Hell.

It's not cause Haiku didn't work;
it worked real well for me.

It served me well, this fiend from Hell,
but I quickly set it free.

I'm not criticizing Danielle's work;
I don't like starting any fights.

I don't know where she bought her Haiku,

But, the one I bought me bites!

*(see: Poetry Express)

( I now know what a haiku is…lol)

__________The second word is "Chiastic______________________

My Chiastic
By Bobby7

I've been lookin' through my tool box, an act that's pretty rare.
I'm tryin' to find a special tool. I know it's here, somewhere.
I've found pliers and my hammer, it's a messy box, indeed.
I've accounted for 'most all my tools; Just not the one I need.

My drill is here, and so's my plane, I'll need them both, I guess.
But I can'f find that special tool, that's hidden in this mess
I asked my wife if she could help, 'cause girls can find 'most anything.
She said she thinks she saw it there, behind that ball of string.

I won't need these vice-grips, I don't need this coil of rope.
But I really need that special tool, and I'm gettin kinda choked.

If I wanna get this job done right, it's the only tool to pick.
The others are important, but, I need my Chiastic.

________________The third word is "Tigger"_____________________

My Tigger
By Bobby7

As I sit here tryin' to figure, what to feed my rare, and high-bred
Tigger,
That will keep him healthy: give his peach hued fur a glossy shine.
He's not your average pet, you see, and was never meant to be
Unkempt, not even for the slightest time.

I've tried everything; it seems, even rubbed his pelt with creams,
And exotic lotions purchased at the Five and Dime.

But his coat does not pass muster, it lacks sheen and it lacks luster,
And I've noticed that it's matted up and shabby

So, finally, I've decided this, instead of playin' hit or miss
I'll just trim his fur, so he'll look like a Tabby!

_______________The fourth word is "Allegory"___________________

Ron's Allegory
by Bobby7

I'd like to tell a little story, about Ron's Allegory,
And the troubles I had when I brought it home.
It was moody and morose, a trifle bellicose.
So, I thought it best that it was left alone.

I put food down in a dish, And, then I thought, "I wish
The Allegory wouldn't make those ugly sounds."
It ate everything in sight, and I thought,
"This can't be right,The damn thing only weighs a couple pounds" .

So I went and bought a book, 'cause I thought I'd better look
To see what my friend Ron had sold to me.
I thought that I'd been had, and it made me kind of mad,
'Til the story in the book jumped out at me!

There was a picture of the beast, and will wonders never cease?
I knew I'd seen it's ugly face before.
The thing was in a cage, it's face screwed up in rage,
In the window of a "Fly by Night" pet store.

This store caught the attention, of a paper we won't mention.
Not the kind of paper I'd buy every day.
It went on about their scruples, the fact they dealt in ruples.
And the paper then went on to say.

An Allegory's vicious, it's temperament, malicious,
Not suited for your average family.
I got that phone a ringing, to tell Ron I'd be bringing
Back the dreadful beast he'd foisted off on me.

I got to Ron's, surprised, to see a squad car parked outside
An ambulance was sitting in the drive.
"Hmm? What's this about?", I shook my head and then got out
And asked the cop if Ron was still alive.

He said, "He's doing better, but, according to this letter,
He's importing animals that pose a threat.
"He asked me, "Mister, have you ever laid eyes on a Haiku?"
And I told him that I'd had one as a pet.

He shook his head, quite sadly, "Ron's been bitten very badly
By a Haiku, and it took out quite a chunk".
I didn't say a word, I just rushed out to the curb,
And checked my Remy shotgun, in the trunk.

I shot the bloody Allegory, and I'm really very sorry
Ron got bit, and I bear him no ill will.
I might have lost my money, but still it's kind of funny,
And, it's true,like they all say

Revenge is still the sweetest pill.

________And, finally..("Thank God.", You say)________________

___________We have the word "Didactic"________________________

The Elusive Didactic
by Bobby7

I've fueled, and oiled up both of the jeeps, Don went and bought the
tent.
We know that we'll be reimbursed for the money that we spent.
The Society has called me twice; they're as impatient as we are
But, we must take our time and do things right, or we won't get very
far.

We've got the freighter chartered. and it won't be late, I pray.
The treasurer's assured us that they're wiring us our pay.
The cages have been put on board, the nets and snares have, too.
We can't wait to get started, but there's so much left to do.

They've sent us maps and marked the spot, where the creature was last
seen.
And an old cast of its foot prints, so we can follow where it's been.
We're anxious to get started, and reach this foreign land.
"Cause, if we catch ourselves a specimen, they'll pay us fifty grand.

They had one in a zoo, once, but it got sick and died.
No one's ever caught another one, though many men have tried.
And, of all the expeditions, not one ever never found a sign.
They lost the last safari, you, bet I won't lose mine.

The last expidition started out from their camp in Port Au Prince,
That was over 15 months ago, and they ain't been heard from since.
Do these creatures roam around in packs?, We really just don't know.
No one's ever gotten close enough to see it if it is so.

But I'm checking our protective suits, and I hope there are no flaws,
'Cause we know wild Didactics,

Have really long, sharp claws.

Awesome all are very beautiful indeed. Very good