Thank you very much, Tx Gal..Glad you enjoyed them..

Have a good day, and, a better tomorrow..

you click on my pick and i think it says something about a
testimonial..good afternoon bobby.

Been there..Done that, Jax..

You have been testimonied!!

Incredible

Thank you, La Mom..Nice to know someone reads my stuff..

If Only
By Bobby7

If only I could write a poem that everyone could read,
Then I’d know, within my deepest heart, that I’d done well, indeed.

If only I could write a poem that would bring the whole world peace,
Make us brothers; make us sisters and make the bloodshed cease.

If only I could write a poem that would melt the hardest heart,
And tear down all the fences that are keeping us apart.

If only I could write a poem that would lift a troubled soul,
Then I would reap a bounty that’s more precious than pure gold.

If only I could write a poem that would cause an eye to tear,
And let my brothers and my sisters pass through life without a fear.

If only I could write a poem that would let all see the sun,
Then, I’d gladly put away my pen, for I’d know my work was done.

Pain
By Bobby7
I really don’t think that my heart will recover from this pain
In the past, I have been hurt before. Now, here it comes again
I don’t think I can make it through; How much more I can take;
Before the pain I’m feeling now will make my poor heart break?

The day you walked out of my life is when this hurt began
And though I try to cleanse my heart, I’m not sure if I can.
Every day that I awake and know you’re really gone
Is like eternity to me. How long does this go on?

Knowing that you once were mine, and that you no longer care
Has but a burden on my soul that I simply cannot bear
If you’d agree to talk to me, and tell me what to do
Then, it would ease my mind somewhat, to hear these words from you.

Each lonely hour of every day that you’re not here with me
Just chips away the foundation of any future I might see
Please help me find a way, show how me how I can atone
Because, my love, my only love..I can’t go on alone

And so, I’m seeking any means to try to make you see..
Life alone is much too sad..And, without You..
There’s no Me

I Wish
By Bobby7

I wish I may, I wish I might
Find some verse to pen tonight.
This pen was once a useful tool
But, now I sit here like a fool,
And doodle on this document
Get up and go - has gone and went..

The words are there; I know they are,
So I’ll just wish upon that star
And rub my ‘lucky’ rabbit’s paw
Ignore that black cat I just saw
I’ll try real hard to concentrate
I’ll find those words! I will !! Just wait!!

I wrote about the Poets’ train,
In my Poetry Express
I wish that train could be here now,
“Cause I’m stumped, I must confess..
The train could bring me words and rhyme*
And bring sanity back home..
Hey! I read the thoughts I wrote..

Egad!! It is a Poem..

· See: “Poetry Express”

©Bobby7/2006

Poetry Express
By Bobby7

While Sharon visits Ronnie. I can live it up in style.
And concentrate on poetry, that hasn't happened for a while.
The computer room's quite messy, strewn papers all around.
As I conjure up the magic words, buried here, on hallowed ground.

I've no wood to build a fire, and the room has grown quite cold.
And what's that, on my sandwich? My God...It looks like mould.
The cats are scratching at the door. When's the last time they've been
fed?
If Sharon sees her starving beasts, then, I might as well be dead.

A poet's world's a jumble of frustration, sweat, and pain.
As they coax the blessed/cursed pen, and, sometime. all in vain.
And just when they've abandoned hope, and sunk into despair.
The magic words, come floating in, like that!...As if on air.

I can sit, and write and find no rhyme, and then, try and try again.
But to get it right, I need a ride on the Struggling Poet's train.
If I tried explaining this...to people who don't write.
I'd be wasting time, and maybe rhyme, though, I could prattle half the
night.

The Poet's Train's a state of mind attained by very few.
It rushes in to Poet's Square, with words and rhyme anew.
Its whistle's not a mournful sound, no, not to those who wait.
To pick and plunder poetry, that it carries in its freight

And so, as I await the train, and the words I hope to find
I sit here like an imbecile, a vacuum for a mind.
But wait, what’s that I hear, the train is pulling in,.
And yes! It brought me what I need, so I can write again.

At last I have the words I sought, and I really must confess
I wept for joy to find them there, on the Poetry Express.
Now I must clean this bloody mess, and put my pen away.

My poem is done,

The Train is gone.

And, the wife comes home today.,..

Timeless
by bobby7


This is not the first time that you are mine,
And I’ve been yours before.
Our lives have always been entwined,
Now, and in the days of yore.

Perhaps I was your shining knight.
And you; my maiden fair.
And I slew dragons with my sword.
Then, brought you flowers for your hair.

Perhaps I was an astronaut,
And you my travel mate,
As we patrolled the universe,
Taking chances; tempting fate.

Perhaps you were a sultry queen,
And I a lowly serf.
Yet, you allowed me in your bed,
And showed me heaven, here on earth.

Perhaps when once again we meet,
As we shall, you and I,
We'll form a shooting star and blaze,
A fiery trail across the sky.

And we leave our earthly shells,
To drift through time and space again.
We'll be together, you and I,
As husband, wife, and friend.

No matter what the future holds,
We'll face it as a pair,
For we've loved each other timelessly...
And all our futures..…We Will Share...

White Dove In Flight

When I think of you, my mind sees
A pure white dove in flight
You represent the best of life, and
You bring joy and peace and light.

The day you said you'd be mine,
You changed my world around.
And the thought of you, is how I keep
My feet, here. on the ground.

And so, my Love, my life began
The day that we were wed.
From now until the day we die,
We'll share our blissful bed.

And after death, we'll stay the same,
No parting, you and I.
We'll be together, as we have been,
'Neath some other planet's sky....

Peachy Poem
by Bobby7


Peachy Lisa is a honey,
She writes jokes that are so funny
That my ribs are achin' 'cause I laughed so hard
She tells jokes, so sure to please
She throws caution to the breeze,
She's entertaining: she really is a card!

Some like humour that is mild,
But the lady's jokes are really wild
And have us all in stitches here, for days
Don't know where she gets her notions
But she goes through all the motions
And leaves me out of breath, and just amazed.:

Peachy Poem
by Bobby7


Peachy Lisa is a honey,
She tells jokes that are so funny
That my ribs are achin' 'cause I laughed so hard
She tells jokes, so sure to please
She throws caution to the breeze,
She's entertaining: she really is a card!

Some like humour that is mild,
But the lady's jokes are really wild
And have us all in stitches here, for days
Don't know where she gets her notions
But she goes through all the motions
And leaves me out of breath, and just amazed.:

Double post again! Dang, I hate that!!

awwwwwwww Bobby you are so sweet i feel very honored that you wrote
this poem for me. Thank you my friend i love you with a heart so true as
true as a friend can be.

Bibby!! Sup?? You always write such beautiful lyrics. Your poetry is
awesome, always has been. I wish I had copied it from before. You know.
I will always read your stuff. I love it.
Kat

Lisa and Kat..It is my pleasure, I assure you..

You ladies have kept me entertained for a long time..

Anything I can do to return the favour..

Consider it done!

Lisa..That was fun to write..

And, it describes you to a "T"..

sweet sweet man

bibby you write very well, and it's a pleasure to read, you should make
a book.