Poetry

This Is The Month — Eastertide


This is the month

When they say that it rains and pours

Down come the showers

From heaven’s open doors

 

But in-between the cascades

There are beams of sunlight 

Shining through clouds

Heavy laden and fluffy white


This is the month

When the daylight grows longer and longer

With the sun rising earlier

And setting later and later


There is also a change

In the quality of light visible in the atmosphere

This phenomenon only happens

Once in the northern hemisphere 


This is the month

When spring is well and truly here 

It’s time for leaping of the lamb

And the young deer


Buds are prising open

Seeds and bulbs germinate

O, the splendour

Of nature’s natural nascency about this date


This is the month

That brings high tides to our shores

As the moon orbits closer

And waxes more and more


These signs are where

The Jewish people take their Passover

And from where Christians

Take the major holiday called Easter


There is nothing like Eastertide

Celebrating a fantastic event

It happened 2000 years ago

And I, in a sense, was present


The most spectacular display

Of God’s agape love

Crucifixion and Resurrection

The only plan from above


On a Friday God laid sin on His Son

The sin of men nailed to a cross

He crucified the sinless Lamb

And took away our dross


On a Sunday Christ is raised

And we are raised with Him

This same Resurrection Power —

The Spirit —is at work within


And now we can live righteously

The old has gone, the new has come

Spreading the Good News Gospel

Of what Jesus Christ has done

Happy Easter!

Click here for ‘This Is The Month — Eastertide’ a musical poem

Michael Bobb
April 2019

 

The Ultimate Renewed Environment

At the end of time

When the new order has begun

And everything as we know it

Has been changed in the twinkling of an eye

 

And the elements have been burned up

Incinerated in a pure cleansing fire

And after the great conflagration

The cosmos that is left will be perfect

 

We will dance on streets of transparent gold

Bathe in a crystal river that is full of joy

Eat new fruit from a new special tree

And see with light not from the sun but The Son

 

The gravity inherent in nature and matter

Will be controlled at one’s own will

Even infinity will be multiplied by itself

And we will explore, and explore, and explore

 

…No longer will we recycle…

…No longer will we re-use…

…No longer will we conserve…

…No longer will we repair…

 

…And this will be for longer

Than anyone can calculate or imagine

Cosmos

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Michael Bobb

January, 2019

 

Gone Fishing

It’s 3:15 am and I’ve just packed my lunch and kit

The predictive seaweed looks clammy as I check it

The shipping forecast confirms, rain is on the way

And hovering around minus two for most of the day

 

I set out to the lake, about two hours drive

I am alone today without my friend Clive

As I arrive it’s raining and the wind has picked up

So I set my kit in place and pour my first cup

 

I sit back in the cold chair, chill out and wait

Will any fish like my fly today, and take to the bait?

My round score on the last few occasions

Has been zero, zilch, nothing to mention

 

But I keep coming back hoping for a bite

Day after day, and night after night

With hook, line and sinker cast in the water

Who knows, maybe one day I’ll catch that whopper

 

It’s about this time I notice my cold hands and feet

So on goes the gas fire and I enjoy a little heat

When the weather is grey, wet and freezing

Just wrap up warm when you go fishing

 

The time now is about quarter to two

So I unwrap my sarnies and pour another brew

Only another couple of hours and I’ll call it a day

And brag to Clive about the one that got away

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Michael Bobb

November, 2018

 

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

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Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

As sweet as a ripened pear

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

With miles and tons of flair

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Whose presents charms the air

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Whose finery is common ware

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

With rich flowing hair

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

With eyes crystal clear

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Whose likeness is quite rare

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair maiden

Cosmopolitan, compassionate and cares

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Who soothes the tragic king Lear

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Troubadours play faint everywhere

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Whose beauty brings a tear

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

Silences the gloomy soothsayer

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

As fresh as the New Year

🌹

Dear Maiden

Fair Maiden

To my heart is very near

🌹

Michael Bobb

January, 2019

Click here for ‘Dear Maiden, Fair Maiden’ a musical poem

 

Mr Spock and the Lost Left Sock

Fiddly, Fiddly Mr Spock

Up and down the road he ran

Looking for his lost left sock

Knitted by his dear old Nan

 

It has tassels and conker size knots

Is a bit smelly and very, very old

It is green with pink and yellow spots

And ventilation holes, so I’m told

 

Could Captain Kirk have hidden it?

Or Scotty used it to gain warp factor speed?

Or Bones made it into liquid chemicals

To inject into the Klingons spleen?

 

“I’ve found it, I’ve found it!”

Comes Mr Spock’s cry

Lieutenant Uhura has used it

To make cheese and onion pie

 

Mr Spock’s belly rumbles

As he spies the culinary delight

But Chekov quickly snatches it

And tucks in with 3 or 4 bites

 

Mr Spock is speechless

And finds it hard to believe

So he puts his thumb into his mouth

And sobs on Zulu’s sleeve

 

Just another day on the Starship Second Prize

Tomorrow’s episode promises more

As they continue on their great commission

To boldly go where no man has gone before

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Michael Bobb

November, 2018

 

 

A Natural Virtuoso!

Just a few words I’ve penned over tea

That I hope will warm your heart and bless

Who in all the wide-world could it be?

An appreciative music lover no less

 

Keep on practicing the art and playing

Scales, broken chords and the arpeggio

And soon the classical fraternity will be saying

She is, without doubt, a natural virtuoso!

 

Her recordings are transcendent and evocative

The CDs in you hifi will transform your day

Listen to the exquisiteness from octave to octave

Gently close your eyes and be carried far away

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In her playing are ravishing splendid moments

Her touch cannot be in any way surpassed

Every bar conveys consistent commitment

The notes she floats in your ears will last

 

Her filigree technique is flawless

The critics say, “100% panache”

The interpretations are understated yet fresh

Crescendos have plenty of style and dash

 

Her concert hall performances causes stomping

She charms the keyboard with unfailing eloquence

Box offices are sold out within hours of opening

The experience is worth more than pounds and pence

Fur Elise

Her lasting impression you cannot erase

Whatever the chosen style or enharmonic keys

Stay and linger on every dripping phrase

Oh the aural delight as she caresses the keys

 

Unforgettable is the rarefied pianistic alchemy

I’m captivated by this musical don

Aficionados far and wide all plea

“If music be the food of love play on”

John Broadwood Piano

Click here for ‘A Natural Virtuoso!’ a musical poem

Michael Bobb

August  2018

 

 

My Peace

🍊  Before my eyes open in the morning

      At the instance of submerging from sleep

      Even before I am aware of anything external

      I experience something so powerful and so deep

 

🍋  My eye lids slowly open from their rest

      And I extend one arm to test the air

      Whatever my sense of touch detects

      My internal peace is always there

 

🍌  It’s the start of a brand new day

      I rise and prepare for its future

      Knowing this peace will not be fazed

      Because it is an inexhaustible treasure

 

🍉  To try and explain its presence in me

      Would be like trying to describe the indescribable

      You have to be inside my skin to know

      And that would be impossible

 

🍇  This peace is from God and it guards me

      Jesus left it here 2000 years ago

      The first to have it were the Disciples

      A special gift which you can know

 

🍓  Sometimes you can see it in my eyes

      Or hear it behind my voice

      It has something of eternal life in it

      And inwardly I choose to rejoice

 

🍈  All pain is denied at the door

      Situations and circumstances cannot penetrate

      Man tries but cannot touch this core

      Peace is always early and never late

 

🍒  When the day turns into history

      And I retire in the evening in peace. 

      I rest sweetly on my cosy pillow

      And withdraw my arm back under the sheets

 

🍑  I gently close my eyes and rest

      And before long I’m fast asleep

      God has been faithful today

      His gift of peace is mine to keep

 

🍍  This heavenly gift I received was free

      And you can have it with ease

      Give Jesus Christ your entire life

      In return He’ll give you eternal peace

Click here for ‘My Peace’ a musical poem

Michael Bobb

September 2018

 

 

The Sky, The Sky

(Sky — part 1 of 3)

The sky, the sky in all its many shades of blue

Spectacled scientists tell us it has to be this hue

Much praise, I think, to them is certainly due

 

This first poem is dedicated to someone called Huw

A special, dear and loyal friend who has a pet ewe

And I reckon he could be the next Doctor Who

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When I am out and about sometimes I stand (as you do)

Or indoors and pass by a window and look through

I look at the sky, so infinite, so harmonious, so true

 

I have experienced the sky, and to use words would be words too few

The first and second heavens disappear as I flew

And I discover a place I know but never knew

 

In this trilogy one more poem follows part two

Then these three will bid you, “farewell, goodbye, adieu”

Leaving you to look at the sky and enjoy the view

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Click here for ‘The Sky, The Sky’ a musical poem

Michael Bobb

July 2018

 

 

GOD CREATES

(Sky — part 2 of 3)

God creates

Heaven, sky

Beasts below

Feathered fly

 

God exhales

Into man

Adam, Eve

Eden’s jam

 

Christ descends

Perfect life

Jesus dies

Xtra strife

 

Jesus lives

Hades coughs

Christ ascends

Far above

 

Riding clouds

Christ returns

People see

People learn

 

Souls saved

Death dies

New earth

New sky

 

Baroque jewels

Gold, jasper

Clear crystal

Life, water

 

Fruitful tree

People come

Lasting light

Divine home

 

Jesus weds

Betrothed Church

Spirit calls

Angels search

 

Omni God

Thrice Una

Alpha and

Omega

Alpha & Omega

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Michael Bobb

July 2018

 

 

What Is There In All Creation…?

(Sky — part 3 of 3)

What is there in all creation that can compare to the sky?

She, at times, can be quite calm as well as electrifying

Also sometimes conveys sadness and happiness — quite confusing

This is because she is pure and 3 times very high

 

She has an air of nobility and quality of the highest order 

Affluence, excellence and distinction affirmative, certainly 

Royalty quickly comes to mind, yes aristocracy 

If one were to choose a gem stone it would be blue sapphire

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The sky has other qualities too such as eternity

She is all optimistic and invisibly strong

The distance from here to her is never long

She is faithfully associated with Christianity

 

If you have confidence and a little concentration

If you aim for the sky or go beyond your limit

If you rest assured that the everlasting God is in it

Then contemplating her will satisfy the imagination

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Click here for ‘What is There…?’ a musical poem

Michael Bobb

July 2018