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.

​  REST IN HELL

​         TURN BACK THE CLOCK----AND THINK OF THE PAST.
                     WERE THERE ANY GOOD TIMES---YOU WOULD HAVE WANTED TO LAST.
                                …THINK REAL HARD----THINK BEYOND HIM.
                          WHAT ABOUT THE FARM----THOSE SHOULD NOT BE THAT DIM.
                               THE FORTIES WERE BLURRY---THE FIFTIES REAL BAD.
                                  THE TORTUROUS TORMENT---MADE US ALL SAD.
                           VISITING THE FLOPHOUSES---BEING TAUGHT HOW TO STEAL.
                          HE THOUGHT HE WAS HOT SHIT----YEAH A BIG FUCK’IN DEAL.
                             ALLERGIC TO WORK---HOOKED ON SNEAKY PETE WINE.
                    ONLY TIME I DIDN’T GET A BEATING---WAS WHEN HE WAS DOING TIME.
                             CONSUMED BY THE TORMENT---THAT HE INFLICTED ON US.
                       MAY HIS SOUL REST IN HELL----DON’T THINK THAT’S BEING TO UNJUST.
                                    DON’T REST IN PEACE

​ FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND.

​          CONSPICUOUS MOMENTS—LIKE FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND.
                   LEAVE YOU VOID OF EMOTIONS---UNRESPONSIVE TO ANY COMMANDS.
 
                        EVAPORATINGMEMORIES---DISAPPEAR LIKE HIDDEN TREASURES.
                  COMPLICATE YOUR DESIRES---TO SEARCH FOR FORBIDDED PLEASURES.
 
                                            WOUNDED DREAMS---THAT FAIL TO REVEAL.
                             LEAVES YOU YEARNING---WHAT IS FAKE AND WHAT IS REAL.
 
                                    STOLEN MEMORIES---LEAVE YOU LOST AND STERILE.
                        SOMEWHERE IN TIME---UNPREPARED TO FACE UNWANTED PERIL.
 
                                         THE QUESTION REMAINS---WAS IT EVER SPOKEN.
                                DID IT DISAPPEAR THRU TIME---CAN THE SPELL BE BROKEN.
 
                                   SLOWLY DISAPPEARING---LIKE FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND.
                                               LOST FOREVER---IN A MEMORY WASTE LAND.
 

 WORDS

​SO LITTLE TIME.
TOO REMOVE THE STAIN.
WORDS THAT FESTER TO LONG.
CAUSE'S TOO MUCH PAIN.
 
EVAPORQTING FEELINGS.
THINGS SAD WITH REGRET.
NEVER TO BE REFUNDED.
IT WAS SAID AND FOREVER SET.
 
WORDS THAT NEVER LEAVE.
SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN SAID.
SHALL HAUNT YOU FOREVER.
CAUSES PAIN WHENEVER READ.
 
WORDS THAT EXCITE.
WHEN WRITTEN AND READ.
OTHERS THAT EXPLODE.
LEAVING YOU WONDERING WHY THEY WERE EVER SAID.
 
SILENCE IS GOLDEN.
YET SOME SAID WITH JOY.
SPEAK NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE.
WHILE OTHERS SAID TO DESTROY.

​CAN’T YOU HEAR ME KNOCK’IN

​HERE WE GO AGAIN----KNOCK’IN ON HEAVEN’S DOOR.
  MAY HAVE BEEN HERE—MANY TIMES BEFORE.
 
  KNOCK’IN ON HEAVEN’S DOOR----WILL I EVER BE ADMITTED.
  MISDEEDS FROM THE PAST---WILL I EVER BE AQUITTED.
 
  THE THOUGHT OF REMEMBERING---THE MEMORIES OF YESTERYEARS.
  CAN’T YOU HEAR ME KNOCK’IN---WHILE I WIPE AWAY THE TEARS.
 
  DO YOU HEAR ME KNOCK’IN---HAVE I FOREVER BEEN BANISHED.
  NOT BORN WITH A SILVER SPOON----FOR THIS WILL I FOREVER BE PUNISHED.
 
  TIME SLOWLY DISAPPEARING----REVEALING THE FACT.
  THAT IT MAY SOON BE OVER---DEFINETLY THE DECK WAS STACKED.
 
  CLOSE CALLS AND NEAR MISSES.HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE NORM.
  TIME IS RUNNING OUT----TOO LATE TO REFORM.
 
  THE DOOR WILL ALWAYS REMAIN CLOSED----ALWAYS VIEWED AS A REBEL.
  TIME TO PAY FOR THE MISDEEDS—GUESS I’LL BE DANCING WITH THE DEVIL.