Jeff Hobbs

Ah, to be in Paris in the rain
The tower dripping wet
The pavement like moist sheets
Beneath our bodies
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I wish I could get angry
The way other people get angry
I see them lash out, yell, scream, abuse
I see their frustrations, hurts and disappointments
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“There is need for shrewdness here: if anyone is clever enough he may interpret the number of the beast: it is the number of a man, the number 666” Revelations 13: 18

Yawn, so many stupid TV and radio
Nutcases going on about devils and evil numbers
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For Tonie - Luke 7: 38

As you drive down the street
Later in the night
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Come, rest your dreams
upon the soil of my
imagination
Let a million petals
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Hallmark is trolling this site
To see if you make rhymes right
If you do, there's a job
If you don't, please don't sob
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Gliding over muddy plains
Sliding with the crocs
Ripping snakes from rocks
Slipping down ice
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He withdrew from life completely,
Not knowing which way was up,
Or whether his life was a miscarriage,
Or what....
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A land of magic exists above the clouds
And a sad, old rocking horse sits by the window
Knowing he'd lost a friend.
A white tuft of hair is all that is left of a once grand mane,
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For SLW

Just the time for some happiness
Every day needs some joy
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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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So I sit
silently
tick, tick, tick
papers rustle
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Slowly the square metal front moves closer
Lights useless blazing into the sunlight
Small windows with a driver sipping hot chocolate
Gazing intently at the green light
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it's strange how fish behave
in water and on track
and how they take the brave
leaving us in lack
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Each stirring moment
of life leave us
with a.....
I was walking past a tree,
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Our God is a God of glass.
Through him, with him, in him - we see the world - all that is seen and unseen.
We stare yet see right through.
Our God is a God of colour - shards of yellow, red, green and blue
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There’s a side of you I fear I only see
In glimpses, shadows – peering through leaves
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Cinamon eyes on a breakfast toast,
Beverages of shameless sin,
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She lives in the back part of the house,
The old lady,
I've never seen her but they tell me
She is there.
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