BOBBY Z - POEMS

​BOBBY Z is an 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

​IS THAT YOU

​                    HEY HAVE I SEEN YOU,
              MAYBE ONCE OR TWICE BEFORE.
         MAYBE YOU WERE JUST WALKING OUT.
          OR I WAS JUST WALKING IN THE DOOR.
 
                  YOU SEEMED SO DIFFERENT.
                     YET I KNEW IT WAS YOU.
                  DIDN,T HAVE TIME TO TALK.
                   OR OUR PASTS TO REVIEW.
 
                     DID YOU EVER WONDER.
          WHY IT HAD TO TURN OUT THIS WAY.
FUNNY, THOUGHT I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU.
                        JUST THE OTHER DAY.
 
                          FADED FRIENDSHIPS.
                  THAT DISAPPEAR WITH TIME.
                 CONFLICTING PERSONALITIES.
                 THAT JUST NEVER DID RHYME.
 
                     POSSIBILY WE NEVER MET.
    BUT THEN AGAIN I DON’T THINK THAT’S TRUE.
          IT’S VERY OBVIOUS YOU DID KNOW ME.
              AND I DEFINETLY DID KNOW YOU.

​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.
 

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.
 ​

                               ​Grant the wisdom
                           To defeat the corona virus

​                                                                              Grant the wisdom.
                                                                       To avoid the misconceptions of life.
                                                                                        Enable to succeed.
                                                                                Where others have failed.
 
                                                                                              Like a River.
                                                                                  Allow devotion to flow.
                                                                                         Offer the vision.
                                                                        To continue dedication to desires.
 
                                                                               Whenever down and out.
                                                                                Provide with a surrogate.
                                                                           Continue to allow the wisdom
                                                                             To choose the right path.
 
                                                                             The strength and courage.
                                                                        To maintain a positive attitude.
                                                                           The confidence to continue.
                                                                             That allows us to blossom.
 
                                                                                Guiding and comforting.
                                                                    To avoid the conflicts and tragedies.
                                                                                   Offering to brighten.
                                                                          The dark passageways of life.
 
                                                                                 Seeking the guidance.
                                                                                       From above.
                                                                                      Have no fear.
                                                                              You’ll never be alone.

 TOO LITTLE TIME

                                          Too little time, too rejoice or regret.
                                Never enough time, too forgive and forget.


                                     Too little time, to drink from the well.
                            Never enough time, to release you from the spell.


                                     Too little time, to look thru the ashes.
                  Never enough time, to view life through rose covered glasses.


                                     Too little time, to stop and stand still.
                                   Never enough time, to walk up that hill.


                                    Too little time, to cherish the thought.
                      Never enough time, to remember what we were taught.


                                    Too little time, to seek glory and fame.
                                  Never enough time, to accept the blame.


                                    Too little time, too soothe all the pain.
                               Never enough time, to come in from the rain.


                                 Too little time, to make amends tomorrow.
                                Never enough time, to relieve all the sorrow.


                                       Too little time, to review the past.
                      Never enough time to repent, time to smell the roses,
                                      & take your head out of your ASS.