Verse of The Day - by Bobill

Verses of the Day by Bobill

August 17, 2010

Investor

If my being sad - would make you happy,
I'd go out and gather grief -
Invest in desperation -
Expecting no relief.
But if I saw you happy,
There would go my grief -
And with it my investment -
No bailout - no relief.

If my being happy - would make you happy,
I'd go out and corner joy -
Invest in love, felicity -
And watch my fortune grow.
We'd share that joy forever
Compounded interest - that -
No bank could hold the dividends
My investment would begat.
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July 18, 2010 (Repost)

Katie Smiled
Bobill

Katie Smiled when we met -
Looking up from the chair she sat in;
Ann Landers, you love to get
Sweets into your column -
So, put that in:

Say I'm romantic,
Say I'm a fool ...
By looks and brains denied,
Say I'm over the Hill - but add -
Katie Smiled.
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July 13, 2010

I Glanced Her Way
Bobill

I liked a young girl in school,
And when we would meet in the hall -
I'd glance her way,
and she'd smile my way -
And that was the sum of it all.

The girl went away, and I had to stay;
I thought our business was through -
But many years later,
Our paths crossed again -
And we made a memory or two.

But she went her way, and I went my way,
And I think - of her now and then -
(Of how - I glanced her way,
And - she smiled my way) -
And ponder - a new Facebook friend?
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June 25, 2010

A Dog's Life
Bobill

We start early - my boss and I
To investigate the beach,
And stroll among the visiting throng -
Together - leash to leash.

There's much to check - so little time
To look - to touch - to smell;
I look - I touch - I take a whiff;
An object is revealed.

We pass a park where children -
Giggle as they play,
And by the bier of the fishing pier
That Isabel snatched away.

We see some buoys a - bobbing
Just beyond the beach -
And skittish-brazen gulls hobnobbing
Just beyond my reach.

Sometimes – I might quite succeed
To slip the bond between,
Race here and there - in solitaire -
And what does that all mean?

Not much! – we’re soon united;
The parting's mostly brief.
No harm is done, it’s all in fun -
It never brings us grief.

A happy pair we always are
In calm or stormy weather,
Linked each to each in solemn bonds -
Of room and board – and leather.
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May 19 2010

Curious Pansies
Bobill

A flock of curious pansies
With brightly colored masks -
Craned their tiny slender necks
To watch me as I passed.

The curiosity I aroused -
Had a short-lived stay,
For when I circled - round behind -
No heads were turned my way.
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May 16 2010

Lost In Space
Bobill

Sent some messages - to a friend -
Three or four;
But silence was returned -
Nothing more.
My thoughts went out in friendship -
Launched on a special kin-ship (spacecraft) -
Which, lost - must now -
Through space - forever soar.
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May 15 2010

A Promise Made
Bobill

Alas, the last I saw my friend,
I told him I'd see him after;
Now all is left is my regret
And memory of his laughter.

The void between that promise made -
And when it's finally kept
Exceeds the universe I know -
In length - and height - and depth.
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May 14 2010

Old Blue - A Tribute
Bobill

Old Blue, the Heron Hero, stands alone - aloof -
Apart from the ubiquitous hosts of strange creatures
Who gawk, and talk, and move about the park.
Who watch his rituals and imagine he watches them
With the same curiosity that impels them to watch him.
Who analyze his posture - his moves - his stares -
As signs of human innateness -
And - that he cares.

Unmoved - that he is more popular
Than lesser stars on American Idol -
And more photographed than Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley -
And Marilyn Monroe -
Old Blue goes his way, unperturbed, on nature's stage.
Shaped by evolution and rehearsed through necessity,
Old Blue wades and waits - and stares through lenses
Made precise for their singular purpose:
To spot and track a fish, his prey,
In clear or murky waters -
On a bright or cloudy day.

His weapon - a handsome, sharpened spear -
At the end of a long - graceful - neck,
Which, when drawn back, compressed and cocked
Is not unlike a coiled spring - or crossbow string.
And when Blue pulls the trigger, the spear
Is propelled with bullet-like velocity to deliver
A paralyzing stab that impales the unsuspecting fish.
This act is repeated - and, often, too -
Not to entertain admiring, doting, fans -
But, for the life of Old Blue.
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May 13 2010

Forgotten Lines
Bobill

Many a line of prose and rhyme,
Once writ bold upon my mind -
Has disappeared - quite erased,
Or else, is smeareeeed ... across the page.
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May 11 2010

Wild Ride
Bobill

The dawning of that special day
Seemed just like all the rest:
I floated ... in ... a placid sea
With neither trough - nor crest.

But sudden - came a violent squall
And waves bore down on me -
To sweep me down a channel -
And from my placid sea.

The ride was wild and scary -
Where to? - No one to say!
But I arrived - to celebrate -
My very first - Birthday!

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May 10 2010

Most Elusive Bird
Bobill

Men hunt game birds of every stripe
They that shriek, or chirp, or pipe.
And stalk them anywhere they dwell,
Some easy prey, some hard to fell.

The most elusive bird around
Is often hunted - never found.
Many hunt the snipe - just once;
He who hunts him twice - a dunce.
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May 9 2010

A Long Trip
Bobill

There once was a man named Serenity
Who said he came from infinity.
He said he came fast,
Not once was he passed,
But it felt -------- like it took ---------- an eternity.

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May 8 2010

Anonymous
Bobill

He was born unannounced,
And moves unseen,
And he's gained immortal fame.
No one knows him,
Or where he lives -
But everyone knows his name.

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May 7 2010

I Glanced Her Way
Bobill

The Price of War
Bobill

Join up brave young patriot -
Duty calls - and pride,
With flags a-waving smartly -
And a parent at each side:
One who asks you not to go,
And one who cheers you on,
Reluctant mother, willing dad -
The seeds were equal sown.

Welcome home fallen hero -
With solemn steps - and pride,
In flag-draped coffin - carried -
With a parent at each side:
One who begged you not to go,
And one who cheered you on,
Grieving mother, regretful dad -
The burden equal borne.

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