Bob House Poems

Wi hunger pangs I pushed the door
An’ entered in ma local store
Rushin’ roon in search o’ scran
I didnae want tae use a pan
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A farmer of feelings
Tending the fields of untold dreams
Harvesting emotions
And bottling silent screams
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Self –important egocentricity
Self-righteously centred on
Self-fulfilling prophecies
Self-selected from
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Our lives put on trial by TV
And sentenced by magazines
Berated by idealised icons
Brainwashed in our teens
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When I’m lost and lonely
When I feel I’ve lost the way
When darkness casts its cloak around me
Something comes to save the day
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This poem is inspired by my teenage daughter's current attitudes to her studying. Parents, you've heard it all before!

Don’t want to stand out and look absurd
That’s only for a geek or a nerd
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Merci ma petite étoile
Merci d’être toi
Tu brilles dans mon ciel
Tu illumines ma voie
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Dis-moi mon petit ange Heidi
Pourquoi tu ne te trouve pas belle
Tu n’as pas confiance en toi
Disant que t’es pas top modèle
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Written winter 2007 and the writer's first venture at writing in his adopted home country's language. Given that the Scots celebrate Burn's night with a poem about a certain foodstuff he wanted to do something similar that could be celebrated in the area in which he now lives, so here it is! !


Autour des montagnes des deux Savoies
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Dame de contraires
Tu te caches bien
Tu me raconte beaucoup
Mais tu me dis rien
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