Biography of Jeff Hobbs
I teach, am married with three children and have a number of other 'projects' which keep me busy with life. Lived some time in the USA but most time in Melbourne, Australia. I am also a volunteer firefighter.
A great deal of the poems I have put on line have come from those moments in life when events have led to a poetic response - usually based on some turmoil in the journey of love which life brings most of us. There is a large group of poems from the early 80s (my late teens and early 20s) and another group from the early 90s as well as a few more recent bits and pieces.
Jeff Hobbs's Works:
'Introduction to the Gospels 2nd Ed' with Robert Crotty
Jeff Hobbs Poems
Ah, to be in Paris in the rain The tower dripping wet The pavement like moist sheets Beneath our bodies
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
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,
Come, rest your dreams upon the soil of my imagination Let a million petals
He withdrew from life completely, Not knowing which way was up, Or whether his life was a miscarriage, Or what....
Hallmark Is Trolling This Site
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
Steve Irwin - Rest In Peace
Gliding over muddy plains Sliding with the crocs Ripping snakes from rocks Slipping down ice
A Silent Love
So I sit silently tick, tick, tick papers rustle
Twinkle, Twinkle, Twinkle
Each stirring moment of life leave us with a..... I was walking past a tree,
Steve And Peter - A Tale Of Two Fish(Es...
it's strange how fish behave in water and on track and how they take the brave leaving us in lack
Filling The Void
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
I grow taller and taller As I walk away from The street light, Down the road.
Last night I thought I saw An embryo floating in the toilet But then I thought 'Embryos don't float'
Sitting under a tree, On a cold, wet summer morn, Watching people watching A man they loved
Let us bury two birds together;
Two fragile little sacks of skin
holding that which
could have been life.
Cold, wet, blue around the eyes,
little beaks never to peck,
You dig as I hold
what could have been garbage