Dreams and Living

Dreams are so important

To the Soul!

They feed it with a Nectar so sweet and true.

Reality tries to skew, blemish and belittle these fragile things, our Dreams.

So we need to protect them as if they were our most precious children.

These Dreams of ours, these inspirations, these hopes?

They feed and Nurture our Souls!

Thank God!

By Don Bobbitt, July, 2017, All commercial Rights Reserved!

Antagonish – please go away!

I was watching a British detective story yesterday when the detective quoted a couple of lines of Rhyme that intrigued me.
But, for hours after that, and even into my sleep that night, the words kept running around in my head,
and now I wish they would go away (sic)!

Anyway, here’s a copy of the poem by William Hughes Mearns;

Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!

Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away.

by William Hughes Mearns (1899)

reference by Don Bobbitt

What I Got! – Today!

Wanna know what I got?

I got a rising Sun over the Atlantic shining in my Eyes.

I got Palm Trees waving in the morning breeze,

I got warm Sand under my feet and in my plastic shoes.

I got strangers, walking by, smiling and saying Hello to me.

I got families with small children giggling as they play at the edge of the Water.

I got waves coming in and wiping out sand castles built with such care, only an hour ago.

Or, should I just say;

I got Life, surrounding me with so many great things that I just have to Smile stupidly at everyone that I see.

by DON BOBBITT, April,4 2017

Copyright Don Bobbitt, April, 2017, All Rights Reserved.

The Greatest Day of your Life

The greatest day of your life is …. today!

Yesterdays are just history waiting to collect cobwebs in your memory.

Tomorrow is never assured to ever happen, for anyone.

Today?

Well, Today you can smile, live, love and share yourself with others.

Isn’t that great?

 

by Don Bobbitt, January, 20, 2017

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Copyright, Don Bobbitt, January, 2017, All Rights Reserved.

I love Sunsets

I love Sunsets.

I always have and I always will.

These random acts of Nature are one of those natural phenomenon we all see regularly, and far too often we just ignore them as we rush through our busy lives.

Continue reading “I love Sunsets”

 A Thought on a Timeline, Love wanderings.

Hopefully, this thought will grow ….. into a train.

(Day-1) You don’t have to Love Me,

Because I already do!

(Day-2) You don’t even have to care,

For the little things I do!

(Day-3) Oh, sure!

You pretend, You hug, You smile,

You, oh so slyly, act

like you do!

(Day-4)
But we both know,

we’re like magnets,

our feelings are stronger when we’re close,

yet weaker when we’re apart.

(Day-5)

Love, like an old car,

takes more work and polish

to keep it looking good.

(Day-6)

 

Damn Cold! Kindness and patience are not virtues of a sick man.

Why am I Sad?

Why am I Mad?

Why do I want to just………..

WELL,

i’ve had this Cold for 3 damn days!

with a nose so Red I could lead Santa’s Sleigh!

My lungs are so congested

just breathing sounds

like gravel

rattling in an old tin can.

And my joints don’t just ache,

they throb ….. with each breath I take.

Continue reading “Damn Cold! Kindness and patience are not virtues of a sick man.”

The Wonder of it all

Sometimes,

just Sometimes,

Not all of the time, mind you,

but Sometimes,

I Wonder!

By Don Bobbitt, August, 2015

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Inspiration, over thought.

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Fellow writer, Jeffrey Smith shared a poem of his not long ago (I over-thought my thoughts.) and it inspired me. As I absorbed the brevity and simplicity of the poem, I came up with a response, of sorts, and here it is.

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I read a poem, it made me smile.

Derailed my mind, for a tiny while.

Great thoughts ran, their own short race,

Taking me to another place ……Inspiration!

by Don Bobbitt, April, 2015

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The Search is Long and Futile?

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I keep looking,

for intelligence,

from the people, famous, idolized and revered as they are,

in this crazy world of ours.

I read what they say,

and, I weigh it, in my mind with such hope.

Continue reading “The Search is Long and Futile?”

Pride?

 

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If I ask a man for a Hand,

Then it’s because I need it!

If I give a man a hand,

Then it’s because I need it!

by Don Bobbitt, March 16, 2015

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Copyright, Don Bobbitt, March, 2015, All Rights Reserved. You are free to enjoy and share this article with your friends and others, but if you wish to use it commercially, you must have the authors permission, in writing.

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Just Three Words, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow!

 

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Three Words that are you.
Denial is futile, the truth is what it is.

Three Words define your life.

Continue reading “Just Three Words, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow!”

Showers and Vodka

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Afternoon Heat,
Racing Clouds with Black Bellies,
Bursting across the fairways.
Rain Blowing, almost horizontal.

And Me?

Just sitting on the Lanai,
Vodka for me and
White Wine for my Lady.

Laughing at Mother Nature,
her sense of Humor,

and her Consideration

of our Comfort by cooling us down.

Thanks Old Girl!

Don

Sent from DONs iPhone

SOUTHERN DANCER

Graybeards on Peace River

Introduction

When I wrote this little “non-poem”, several years ago, I had been in a campground in central Florida for a couple of months.
It was our first really long stay at one place during the winter in our RV. And we had really learned a lot about “long stay” camping. The most important lesson, I think, was just how to relax and enjoy your surroundings.
The weather was so grand that winter, that at night we opened our side windows by our bed, to allow the night breezes to blow and keep us cool.
The very first night, I noticed that if I turned onto my left side, in bed, the view out my window was of an enormous old Live Oak tree.
The limbs of that majestic, old tree spread in all directions and were covered with long and beautiful strands of Spanish Moss. During the day, they were a beautiful combination.
But at night, directly across the campground was a common yellow street light, and it gave a fantastic backlight to the Spanish Moss hanging on this majestic tree.
Being a light sleeper, I wake up often during the night, and I often amuse myself with writing stories and such in my head.
Often, I am so inspired by my idea that I get up and jot down notes on what I have come up with. Must of my “night notes”don’t survive the light of the day, but occasionally one will, and get turned into something like this story.
Anyway I go into the habit of just staring at this ight and shadow show presented to me by this combination of Tree Limbs, Spanish Moss, and the Night Winds, and I would let my imagination run free and sway with the Moss on the winds.
You see, to me, what I was watching, out that little RV window really did give me the feeling of watching a complex ballet in the air.
The view was often so compelling, and I would become so entranced, that I had to force myself to turn away and go back to sleep. I hope this writing of mine imparts some of that feeling to you, also.

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Graybeards

I am lean, and lithe,
as I dance in the sweet summer breeze,
under my full bright Moon.
I sway and catch the night scents,
of a distant Magnolia,
and freshly bloomed Gardenia,
Then, suddenly,
the sweetness of both are overpowered,
by the pungent odors, of a nearby Lilac.
All of them seem to be competing,
for my fickle, yet hungry attention.
Both day and night,
through weather fair and foul,
they haunt me.
A fresh gust of air, from nowhere,
and without volition,
my fellow Graybeards and I,
are caught up in our,
never ending dance of life,
swaying,
synchronized and silent.
We gather ourselves,
then slowly dance,
first left, then right,
but always,
at the mercy of the wind.
Never complaining nor crying,
but instead rejoicing,
in the flavors delivered by the wind.
Our insatiable appetites,
receiving sustenance with each burst
and shift of the fickle air.
I rejoice in the breezes,
as I feed on the air itself.
I am Spanish Moss,
I never tire,
and my hunger never ends.

by DON BOBBITT, Copyright 2009, All Rights Reserved