Jeff Hobbs Poems

That part which is beyond us...
Eyes are staring outward
Grasping, tickling
A song, a young song
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Let the universe rejoice
from the depths of its reality
Let each dandelion quiver
In a vibrant yellow sea.
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'Do you know what it's like to die?Sure, people say I died for them and they think of my sacrifice but no-one could comprehend the pain.The nails were nothing compared to the absolute agony of my whole weight haning on my arms.And then that weight slowly moves across my chest, pushing on it and up to my throat.Every breath becomes a total action of concentration.By that stage my arms and legs are so numb I couldn't feel them - all that existed was my burning throat and the huge weight on my chest.Finally my mind hurt so much I forgot to breathe, for an instant everything stopped and I was dead.

And then was the worst part.For an instant there was nothing.I thought perhaps I had been wrong, deluded, misleading, a liar.I wasn't aware of my consciousness - all there was was nothing and I wanted to scream.I had a terrible fear that it would last forever - I was alone in a nothingness so great that it wasn't even black.That instant seemed to last for ages, for half of all time.It's that agony which hurt the most.It's that instant of pain I cannot face.People think 'You did it once, you can do it again.'Nothing can make me face that despair of nothingness again.I'm too weak, lost - my power is in the Spirit now.'
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I held my little boy last night
As he lay on the pillow
Sucking gently at the teat of a bottle
Taking in the milk, gulping
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I took the path to frosty ground
In the hope of leaves and choices
Barns, bridges, trees and smoky haze.
I wandered the roads
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Dragging a bedroodled life
Through a series of tunnels.
Falling through the passage
of a well DRIPPING
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Flowers of many colours
Red and blue and gold
Amber flowing from the trees
Nestling memories of old
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Leaves, the sailboats of the air,
Rarely, no, quite often,
And therefore constantly,
Do various things,
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I am an old man,
Dressed in a shrunken skin,
Disguised in a costume
As obvious as tears in the rain
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He tried to explain to a daughter's mother,
All in vain I fear,
He climbed to the top of a great white tower
Hoping the view would be clear.
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