All Verse © Ray Hobbs
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It was in 2006 when I first became aware of Ray's Writings. He asked if I would type up some of his poetry for an idea he wished to pursue. That idea became the 2007 Poetry Diary (displayed right). The poem "Reality" was featured alongside March, while "Portugal" appeared for July. To my utmost joy, Ray gave me a copy as a Christmas present in appreciation for work carried out. It will never be written in of course, just treasured. Featured throughout the coming weeks, will be more of Ray's work as I think I have finally convinced him that his talants really do warrant a wider audience. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have...........Thanks Ray.
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Winter Time
by Raymond J. Hobbs
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The Cottage
by Raymond J. Hobbs



The trees stand out like black sticks
Against the Winter sky
As Rooks back to the Rookery fly
An owl hoots as night draws nigh
And Reynard fox slinks slowly by

The church clock speaks his hourly time
As village stream flows on unconcerned
The moon appears as night gets cold
Time for Badgers to get quite bold
And sheep they break the stillness

The sun it rises on the morn
As rooster crows, heralding the dawn
A cold North wind, a few snowflakes
Hounds begin to bark and the countryside wakes
And we must wait for spring to come

  

There is a little Cottage
I pass it by each Morn
A special little Cottage
The place where I was Born

Nestling in the Valley
By Downland village Stream
Its walls of White, show up at Night
It really is a Dream

Picturesque with timber Beams
And chimney pots quite Tall
In summertime it looks the Best
And is admired by All
Autumn Magic
by Raymond J. Hobbs
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Kenny's Teeth
by Raymond J. Hobbs

Sitting looking into the fire
One of many on this good earth
Soggy wet logs are sizzling
And smoke silently stealing its way up the chimney
Autumn evening draws to its close
And flames reflecting dancing on the ceiling

Sitting looking out of a window
One of many on this good earth
Water condensing on window panes
True to say outside its getting colder
Petals dropping from a Rose
Autumn evening draws to its close
And black clouds forming in the sky

Sitting looking around a room
One of many on this good earth
Some are sitting, listening, watching
Others reading from a book
The mantel clock ticks time away
Autumn evening draws to its close
And winter is just around the corner


  

My story true I tell tonight
It concerns friend Ken and his sad plight
While decorating a Lady’s hall
Had to answer nature’s call

After drinking lots of tea
Retired to the loo to have a wee
As he climbed the stairs, it was his belief
That once inside would find relief

Looking into pan so bright
Can still recall that fateful night
When he did cough with hand on chain
Saw his teeth disappearing down the drain

The lady hearing all the clatter
Rushed in saying what’s the matter
Ken standing there despondently
Says my teeth’s in there with your tea

When Ken got home his dear wife Glad
Said Ken you’re looking rather sad!
Trying to smile old Ken said wow
My teeth are in the sewer now

For three whole weeks Ken could not eat
And Beer and soup was quite a treat
There’s a happy end I’m pleased to say
Ken’s new teeth arrived just yesterday

 

Festive Time
by Raymond J. Hobbs
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Happy Days
by Raymond J. Hobbs

Bells ring out across the land
The festive season’s close at hand
Carol singers in the cold night air
Remind us all of Christmas fare

People hurrying in the street
A wave, a smile, a friend they greet
The cold North wind is blowing strong
As to the shops the people throng

Frost upon the window pane
Children playing in the lane
Postman calls with greeting card
And football grounds are getting hard

Santa’s on the chimney stack
Presents for all, inside his sack
Let’s eat and drink, have our fill
The time has come to spread goodwill.


  

Think of all the Good Times
Forget about the Past
Start living for Tomorrow
It might just be your Last

Say thank you for the Sunshine
For happiness you have Found
It really is the simple Things
That make the World go Round

Look forward to the Future
Let’s not hear a Sigh
Just smile and laugh at Everything
It keeps your spirits High

 

Reality
by Raymond J. Hobbs
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Portugal
by Raymond J. Hobbs
How wrong to think the spring
The bloom of youth would last forever
Fit and strong maybe
Take heed young man,
Don’t laugh at the wisdom of your elders


How wrong to think the summer of
Your youth would last forever
Girls in abundance maybe
Take heed young man,
Don’t laugh at the wisdom of your elders


Now the autumn of life approaches
Where has youth gone?
Aches and pains maybe
To late to heed the wisdom of your elders


Now the winter of life is upon you
Have no Regrets
With dignity enjoy your retirement
Let the world go by
And laugh at everything old man

  

Portugal! My special place
Historic buildings full of grace
Pavement café’s twinkling lights
Sandy beaches balmy nights

Costume dancers in the square
Children’s laughter everywhere
Exotic food and famous wines
Everyday the sun, it shines

Lovely girls who work the bars
Serve us drinks under the stars
So Portugal, for you I yearn
I hope someday I shall return