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 ... more »
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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
He withdrew from life completely, Not knowing which way was up, Or whether his life was a miscarriage, Or what....
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
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
I have shared my dreams written on paper such as this paper which will be dust just as I shall also be.
Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle
Each stirring moment of life leave us with a..... I was walking past a tree,
Epilogue - this is not a leather jacket
This contrite conundrum is a leather jacket: a tough, rough, solid protective coating
For Bishop Jeremiah (1933-2014) In the minds Of the souls
Cum Gratia Pace
May I dream of the people we will be? Denying the scheme either one of us may
'Die Gedanken sind frei, wer Kann sie erratan? ' Do not let it mar learned thoughts This painful joy we sing together.
I grow taller and taller As I walk away from The street light, Down the road.
Comments about Jeff Hobbs
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
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Ah, to be in Paris in the rain
The tower dripping wet
The pavement like moist sheets
Beneath our bodies
The taste of sweets on our misty breath
The sounds of music hidden under
Flashes of lightning and the roar of
A thunderous climax
Ah, to be in Paris
In the rain
(25 July 2006)