Avril’s New Car
When winter comes or comes the rain
Must she rely on bus or train
Or could total independence be her aim?
Whatever the reason, whatever the vein
She had decided, “never again!”
For horses she has bought without their manes
Some call it a car, some call it a wain
Cause SAAB Automobile is its name
As she speeds down the road on the inside lane
With the metal horses she struggles to tame
She almost takes off like a jet aeroplane!
And I hear her friends repeat the heightened refrain
“Look out, it’s that supersonic Avril again
A petrol head with high octane on the brain!”
Using her skill she avoids the bus and the crane
With a hand break turn that is far from plain
Then, one day, her car begins to complain
A flat battery, worn clutch — oh what a pain
And escalating running costs she cannot explain
On her pocket this is an unforeseen drain
Whatever the hardship, whatever the strain
Avril’s enthusiasm does not dwindle or wane
The love for her car is absolute and it shall remain
An so shall the queen of the highways reign
Click here for a musical version of ‘Avril’s New Car’
Michael Bobb
May 2019
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
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
Click here for ‘The Ultimate Renewed Environment’ musical poem
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
Click here for ‘Gone Fishing’ the musical poem
Michael Bobb
November, 2018
Dear Maiden
Fair Maiden
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
Click here for ‘Mr Spock…’ a musical poem
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
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
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”
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
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
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
Click here for ‘GOD CREATES’ a musical poem
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
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
