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
Relationships---BLOG  https://talesofthejunkyarddog.wordpress.com
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.

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​GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS

​THE SHIT HIT THE FAN.
WE ALL CAME UP LAME.
LIVING TO HIGH.
NEVER TO BE THE SAME.
 
THE BULLSHIT ARTIST’S.
ALL SWORE AND PROCLAIMED.
LEFT US ALL STRANDED.
SO WHOM IS TO BLAME.
 
ALWAYS THOUGHT.
IT WOULD ALWAYS LAST,
NOW WERE ALL.
POUNDING SALT UP OUR ASS’S.
 
SOLD OUT BY THE POLITICIAN’S
WHO LED US ASTRAY.
NOW THE ASSHOLES AND SCUMBAGS.
HAVE LITTLE TO SAY.
 
PECKERHEADS IN THE HOUSE AND SENATE.
OUR FUTURE SEEMS DOOMED,
SHITHEADS AT THE VOTING BOOTHS.
WE’LL ALL SOON BE MAROONED.
 
SO GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASS’S.
STOP LOOKING THE OTHER WAY.
GO TO THE POLLS.
AND MAKE THEM ALL”JUST GO AWAY”

​ LIKE A WILTED ROSE

​                                      Time Comes---Time Goes.
                         We Slowly Fade Away---Like A Wilted Rose.
 
                    Once There was Failure---Then There Was Fame.
                        Now Only Defeat---Always Coming Up Lame.
 
                 Fought All The Demons---Many Un full filled Schemes.
             Lost Track Of The Future--- Searching For Long Lost Dreams.
 
                   Should Have Resisted--- Yet Always Looking For More.
                        Lost In The Shadows---Too Many Empty Doors.
 
                   Stood Up On Your First Date---Always Singing Off Key.
   All Your Checks Have Bounced---Never Knowing What You Wanted To Be.
 
         Now That It’s Time To Leave---And Have Not Achieved All The Goals.
Always Viewed Like A Forbidden Soul---Doomed To Fade Away Like A Wilted Rose.
 

​FREE ME

​ Deep inside , My exiled soul.
         I’m a prisoner of my own torment.
        It’s a costly toll.
 
        Chained to the memories, Of times gone bad.        A self-imposed solitary.       To reflect and be sad. 
      To be free of these chains, I must forget the past.
      Release me from this bondage.
      Is all I ask.
 
      I’ve served my sentence, Only ask to be free.
    To resume my life.
    And return to being me.

​YESTERDAY’S GONE

                                   ​Yesterdays gone. Tomorrow will never come.
                                                  The Sun can’t shine, Rivers can’t run.
                        Slowly evaporating, Like the morning dew.
                                                        What once was, Will never be.
                          Excluded from the future, confined to the past
                                      The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, Do we really care.
                        Where have we gone, And where have we been.
                                                Once un-destructible walls, Crumble and fall.
                                   Sleep walking thru life, Unable to perform.
                                                   Rising tides, No longer go out or come in.
                   The light at the end of the tunnel, Now remains dim.
                                                   Visions of grandeur, Never again to return.
                               Exploding emotions, Now Silent and still.
                                                         Were we ever here, Or did we ever exist.
                                      Lost forever, Your ship has sailed.
                                                 Marooned on a dead end street, Forever alone.
                                  Left at the altar, Consumed with regret.
                                                    Yesterday’s gone, Tomorrow will never come.

​ THE BELLS FOREVER SHALL TOLL

​THE BELLS ARE AGAIN TOLLING..FOR LONG LOST RELATIONSHIPS
                            LIKE A LOST SHIP IN THE NITE..FOREVER HIDDEN IN TIME.
 
                    THE EFFORT TO REBUILD THEM..HAVE BEEN PLAQUED BY RESENT.
                                             LOST FOREVER..NEVER AGAIN TO BE HAD.
 
                           SIMILAR TO THE GREAT CLASSICS.. SOME REMAIN FOREVER.
                   THEN THERE ARE THOSE..THAT JUST DISAPPEAR WITHOUT A TRACE..
 
                          RELATIONSHIPS SO SPECIAL..MANY LOCKED AWAY FOREVER.
                          ONCE THE SPELL IS BROKEN..ONE NEVER REMAINS THE SAME.
 
                                             THRU-OUT THE AGES..THEY RISE AND FALL.
                                               MANY REMAIN..OTHERS AWAIT THE CALL.
 
                       MANY TORTURED FOR EVER... NEVER TO REGAIN WHAT ONCE WAS.
                 LITTLE TIME TO REAP THE HARVEST..NO TIME TO RECAPTURE THE LOSS.
 
                              ONCE THERE WAS JOY, AND MOMENTS OF ETERNAL LOVE.
                               REMNANTS OF WHAT ONCE WAS..IS ALL THAT REMAINS.
 
                                   ONCE SOLID AS A ROCK..NOW FRAGILE AS A FAULT.
                                               SILENCE PREVAILS..AS THEY FADE AWAY.
 
                           THE BELLS FOREVER SHALL TOLL..AS THEY SLOWLY SLIP AWAY.
                                                   ONCE LOST..,MAY NEVER BE AGAIN.