Biography of Bob Blackwell
I have always had an urge to write but it was only recently I convinced myself that I could. The poems on this site are my first attempts. I prefer to write in prose to rhyme. I intend to continue as it has given me more pleasure than anything else I have experienced. I strongly believe that we are all citizens of this world and we all deserve a fair chance at its spoils. If we take time to enjoy each moment as it comes we will all notice that we live in a wonderful world. I am interested in both Western and Eastern Philosophy, I am in love with nature and spend as much time as possible outdoors, inhaling the natural air and beauty all around.
Bob Blackwell Poems
! ! At Days End
As our sun sets, our moon, a citrus segment, halfway to whole,
! ! A Happy Person
Storm blown ripples line my weathered brow, face a map of life’s journey, of striving, disappointments
! ! Life
This life, this energy, this consciousness, we sense in
! ! A Moment
Just a moment. Yes, a moment in time, A moment in your day, A moment in your life.
! ! Life Renewed
I look up into blue, blue heaven, watching a cloud move slowly drifting, floating, as it passes aimlessly through the unique experience of
! ! At Daybreak
Sun rises on our anxious world, Streams of light pass through trees, to uncover a partial waiting scene. Robin the day’s first sound, sings,
! ! A Slaughter Of The Innocent
Surreptitiously, they came ten assassins, by boat
I Believe Before Everything Began, Befor...
The page is blank, pen is poised. Before time, before things happen, there was nothing, save for a void, a nothingness, a emptiness, no life
! Only Whispers
What good has the world done today, what deeds that make it now a better place? Very little do I feel? George on savior’s path to save the world.
! ! Spirit Of Africa
To visit Africa, to spend time to notice
! ! More Thoughts
As I reflect on what has gone before, I consider, hopes and dreams both past and present, some dreams fulfilled, others broken, elapsed,
! ! Oneness
Our walk to discovery was blessed, with a silence wrapped in music, the songs,
Controlled by ego, driven by want, dogged by desire, blinded by guile, fail to see most of life’s attractions, Unseen natures, beauty, charm, style,
! ! Before Time
Before time, before birth of clocks, watches, other ways to
Like a flower that slowly opens
Through the night, to burst open
With different shades of pink. It
Glows with a blush,
Of morning light. Its soul
No words do speak;
But shows a presence,
A truth, a reality,
Proud in the garden of our world.