BOBBY Z - POEMS

BOBBY Z is a avid writer and Blogger, also has video’s, audio’s a podcast and has Authored the Book Tales Of The Junkyard Dog. A rather abrupt and unusual Collection of Poems providing insightful and comical commentary on life, the Convergence of the past and the present, and the trails and tribulations of
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BOBBY Z THE JYD, 78 YEAR OLD VET, CANCER SURVIVOR, RECOVERING ALCOHOLIC (41 YEARS) AND ORIGINAL JERSEY CITY 50’S BAD BOY WHO TELLS IT LIKE IT IS FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST.

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DADDY’S LITTLE GIRLS

​                                         They came as a surprise.
                                         We didn’t know that TWO were on the way.
                                         God has sent us a blessing.
                                         We’ll never forget Jan. 18th their Birthday.
 
                                         When they were born.  
                                         I put a sign in the window.
                                         And called one Baby A and one Baby B.
                                         One weighed 8-10- and the other 8-3.
                                         They eventually became known as Joni & Bobbi.
 
                                         One is a brunette.
                                         The other has shades of red.
                                         Both have blue eyes.
                                         And never failed to turn a head.
 
                                        The walks on Central Avenue.
                                        Christmas shopping at the stores.
                                        Making cards for Christmas.
                                        Which I kept hidden in the drawer.
 
                                        Now that both are Married.
                                        And have always been a constant joy.
                                        They make every day special.
                                        And one has produced three baby boy’s.
 
                                        One has hair so straight.
                                        The other full of curls.
                                        They shall forever remain in my heart
                                        And forever be Daddy’s Little Girls.

THE SKY IS CRYING

       THE SKY IS CRYING---ARE WE FINALLY DONE.
       THE WORLD IS ON FIRE---NO WHERE TO RUN
 
       TOTAL DISRESPECT---OF WHAT WE HAVE BEEN DEALT.
       MOTHER NATURE IS UPSET---TIME FOR THE PAIN TO BE FELT.
 
       EARTH QUAKES AND TUSAMI’S---ARE NOW ALL THE RAGE.
       THE SUN REFUSES TO SHINE---NO TIME TO TURN TO A NEW PAGE.
 
       OVER POPULATION---3RD WORLD COUNTRIES HUNGER RULES.
       ISLAMIC TERROIST’S PREVAIL---GOVERNMENTS CONTROLLED BY FOOLS.
 
       THE SKY IS NOW CRYING---ITS MUCH TOO LATE TO RUN.
       THE ANTI-CHRISTSILENTLY AWAITS.
       WHILE THE MASSES AWAIT THE APPEARANCE OF THE CHOOSEN ONE.
 

MUSIC THAT SOOTHES THE SAVAGE BEAST   ​

                 A UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE.
                  FROM THE “MET” TO THE “STREET”.
                  MUSIC THAT EXCITES AND DELIGHTS US.
                  LIKE A CONSTANT DRUM BEAT.
 
                  GOING TO THE BROOKLYN PARAMOINT.
                  TO FULFILL OuR MUSIC NEEDS.
                  ROCK’IN ROLL SHOWS HOSTED BY.
                  THE ONE AND ONLY ALAN FREED.
 
                   Gloria by the Cadillac’s
                   Dry humping at the Friday nite dances.
                   Listening  to earth Angel.
                   While at the drive-in, doing a little romancing.
               
 
                  IT’S NO MORE DADDY’S LITTLE GIRL.
                  WHEN YOU GET UP WITH YOUR DAUGHTER TO SWIRL.
                  ITS NOW the ALL TIME FAVORITE.
                  BY THE TEMPTATIONS, “MY Girl”.
 
                  There was a time many years ago.
                  When the music temporarily died.
                  Buddy holly, Richie valen’s & the big bopper.
                  Are now appearing on that big stage in the sky.
 
                  Then there was the chambers brothers.
                   With a 60”S favorite “time”.
                   Or how about johnny cash’s
                   50’s favorite “walk the line”
                    Or bobby z’s version which he sang at the nco club at fort bliss
                    In 1963 and 64
                    I keep my pants up with a piece if twine
                    I keep my eyes open all the time.
                    Because of you, I’d walk the line.
                    Because your mine, please pull the twine.
 
                  Music that excites you.
                  Makes you want to dance.
                  Music very special.
                  To help you when romancing.
 
                  Maybe it was “jerry lee lewis”.
                  Who left you rock’in and reel’in.
                  Or was it the righteous brothers.
                  With the greatest song ever ”you lost that loving feeling”.
 
                  Johnny ray, singing “that little white cloud that cried”.
                  The young rascals and the four tops had no flaws.
                  Janis Joplin & big brother and the holding company.
                  Bobby fuller singing “I fought the law”.
 
                  May have been jackie Wilson.
                  Causing the crowds to roar.
                  Or was it bobby Dylan.
                  Doing “knock’in on heaven’s door.
 
                  Danc’in to the slow ones.
                  Will always in our minds remain.
                  To another old time favorite.
                  The knockouts doing “darling Lorraine”.
 
                  From George thorogood with “bad to the bone”.
                  To elvis doing “blue suede shoes”.
                  Or how about screaming jay Hawkins with “I put a spell on you”.
                  And of course bb king signing the blues.
 
                  Whenever on the dance floor.
                  We always held her tight.
                  Especially when dancing to.
                  “in the still of the night:.
 
                  Words that leave you.
                  And sounds so gentle and sweet.
                  Music that arouses you.
                 Makes you jump to your feet.
 
                 How about the Beatles.
                 Doing sgt. Peppers lonely Hearts Band.
                 Or maybe joe cocker.
                 Doing a little help from my friends.
 
                 Or could it have been robert palmer singing.
                   “”doctor—doctor give me the cure”
                 I got a bad case of lov’in you.
 
                  Jersey city’s own, the Dupree’s.
                  With the classic “you belong to me”/
                  Or maybe the young rascals.
                  doing “people got to be free”.
 
 
                 From “rock around the clock” to “Johnny be good.”
                 May it never cease.
                 Music thru the ages.
                 Has “soothed the savage beast”.
 
                 Now that we have taken.
                 A stroll down memory lane.
                 Music tells a story.
                 Sounds that shall forever remain.
 

RELEASE ME

​ DEEP INSIDE, MY VACANT DOME.
  MY MIND TURNS WEAK, AND MY BLOOD RUNS COLD.
 
  DESIRES THAT WERE ONCE ON FIRE.
  COLLIDE WITH MY EMOTIONS, AND CONTINUE TO CONSPIRE.
 
  DILUTED EMOTIONS, THAT FAIL TO APPEAR.
  LONGING FOR SOMEONE, YET FROZEN WITH FEAR.
 
  CONTEMPTIBLE THOUGHTS,THAT FLOAT THRU THE AIR.
  YOU’RE A ROUGE IN DISGUISE, CONFINED TO YOUR CHAIR.
 
  YOU SEARCH FOR JUSTICE, PLEASE RELEASE ME FROM THESE CHAINS.
  THE MAGNITUDE OF TORMENT, CONSOLIDATES THE PAIN.
 
  YOU REACH FOR THE LEVER, ALL SYSTEMS ARE GO.
  TORMENTED EXPRESSIONS,CONSTANTLY ASKING WHY IS IT SO.
 
  TORTURED MEMORIES, THAT SMOTHER YOUR FACE.
  AS YOU SLITHER INTO THE DARKNESS, WITHOUT EVEN A TRACE.
 

​ THE 50’s

​TIMES ON THE STREET…..WE ALL SHALL RECALL.
THE 50’s WERE SPECIAL….HARMONIZING IN THE HALL.
 
WALKING TO SCHOOL….UPHILL BOTH WAYS .
PEGGED PANTS AND BOX CAR SHOES……THOSE WERE THE DAYS.
 
PUT A NICKEL IN THE JUKEBOX…..WHAT DO YOU HEAR.
EARTH ANGEL & IN THE STILL OF THE NITE….STILL BRINGS A TEAR.
 
STICK BALL IN THE STREETS……PITCHING PENNIES & NICKELS AGAINST A WALL.
COLD WATER FLATS……WITH TOILETS IN THE HALL.
 
RIDING OUR BIKES….MOST OF THE DAY.
SKINNY DIPPING IN THE HUDSON RIVER….AND THE NEWARK BAY.
 
THE GIN MILLS WERE ALWAYS BUSY….ON A FRIDAY NITE.
LEATHER JACKETS WITH COLLARS UP…..ALWAYS READY FOR A FIGHT.
 
FALLING IN LOVE….AT THE FRIDAY NITE DANCES.
GOING TO THE DRIVE IN….FOR A LITTLE ROMANCING.
 
CONTAINERS OF BEER…..AND THUNDER-BIRD WINE.
THE ONLY SOURCE OF FALSE COURAGE….WE HAD AT THAT TIME.
 
TAKING THE TUBES TO THE CITY…..CATCHING A MOVIE AT THE SQUARE.
SNEAKING INTO #6 SCHOOL FOR A MID-NITE SWIM….ALWAYS READY TO COMB OUR HAIR.
 
THE NEWS WAS A NICKEL….EVERYONE HAD A PAPER ROUTE.
BURGERS AT THE WHITE MANNA….DOO WOP MUSIC & ALAN FREED AT THE PARAMOUNT.
 
BRASS KNUCKLES & SWITCH BLADE KNIFES….AND THE ALL TIME FAVORITE BASEBALL BAT.
ALWAYS READY FOR A RUMBLE…..AT THE DROP OF A HAT.
 
CHOPPED DOWN MERC’S & BAD ASS FORD’S. WE ALL HAD A DUCK’S ASS ON OUR HAIR.
WE WERE ALL JD’s…. BUT WE DIDN’T CARE.
 
THOSE WERE THE DAYS…. AND MAY BE LOST FOREVER.
THE ABOVE IS JUST A BRIEF REMINDER…..THE FIFTIES (50’s) WERE SPECIAL
& MAY WE ALWAYS REMEMBER.

SLEEPLESS NITE

   TWISTED DREAMS.            
   UNFILLED SCHEMES.
   DRIED UP EMOTIONS.
   IMPOTENT DEVOTION.
 
   FAULTY EMBRACES.          
   FEELINGS WITHOUT TRACES.
   CONCENTRATED HOSTILITIES. 
   YET YOU RESEMBLE TOTAL TRANQUILITY.
 
   CONFINED TO A LIFE OF UNBALANCED REGRET.
   CAN’T PROCEED BECAUSE YOU CAN’T RELENT.
   OCEAN’S OF CONTAMINATED THOUGHTS.
   LEAVE YOU VACANT AND DISTRAUGHT.
 
   TOTAL DESTRUCTION OF YOUR INNER SOUL.
   SENTENCES YOU TO A LIFE OF BEING ALONE.
   TRAPPED IN A CYCLE OF TOTAL DESPAIR.
   ABANDONED BY OTHERS, CONFINED TO YOUR CHAIR.
 
   VOID OF THE ABILITY TO EXPRESS REMORSE.
   CONSUMED BY THE THOUGHT THAT ALL WILL BE LOST.
   THE LIGHTS ARE DIMMING AND THE BAND WILL NOT PLAY.
   SOMEONE APPROACHES WITH NOTHING TO SAY.
 
   THE TIME HAS COME TO JUST SLIP AWAY.
   CONSTANT PROCRASTINATION CAUSES A DELAY.       
   MAYBE TOMORROW THE TIME WILL BE RIGHT.
   FOR NOW GET READY FOR ANOTHER SLEEPLESS NITE.
 

​VISIONS OF GRANDEUR

                                         VISIONS OF GRANDEUR
                                              INFILTRATE OUR MINDS.
                                              LEAVES US YEARNING.
                                              FOR THAT SPECIAL TIME.
                                              CONSOLIDATING OUR DESIRES.
                                              WAS IT A DREAM OR WAS IT REAL.
                                              DID IT OCCUR.
                                              OR WAS IT SURREAL.
                                              DAYDREAMING.
                                              BEYOND OUR GOALS.
                                              LEAVING US VACANT.
                                              LIKE LOnG LOST SOULS.
                                              A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.
                                              REVEALS NO ONE THERE.
                                              VISIONS THAT COME AND GO.
                                              MAY BE TOO MUCH TO BEAR.
                                              EMOTIONS IGNITED BY DESPAIR.
                                              RELINQUISH OUR DESIRE.
                                              TO RELEASE THE PAIN.
                                              LEAVING US UNINSPIRED.
                                              VISIONS OF GRANDEUR.
                                              ONCE FOREVER IN OUR MINDS.
                                              SHALL REMAIN HIDDEN FOREVER.
                                              FOREVER CONFINED.

​Photos provided by the author