Bob Grant

I don’t call it Poetry – rather it’s just Rhyme. It’s something that I like to do – when I have the time. My hope is that I don’t offend – those who know the art. If by rules I had to play – I’d not know where to start. Beginning while in Army green … Read moreI don’t call it Poetry

Do you need your own show to always be heard? Do you need that big column for sharing your word? Do you need that great blog to state all your views? Do you need a big name to be part of the news? Do you need that mag cover to strut all your stuff? Do … Read moreDo you Need?

Which one is first – the left or right, when shoes go on in morning’s light. Socks the same before you start, conclusions formed but just a part. Pants come next for you to choose, they have to match your socks and shoes. Swipe that stick for six or eight, check that clock you can’t … Read moreDecisions Made

Caviar is something that others might crave That “must see” café that some like to rave Sushi is tops for some of the folks But certainly not for all of the blokes Some like to share those raw slimy clams Others say yippee to eating young lambs Give me those veggies others would say While … Read moreExotic or Not

Stand and Spray – or sit and not. A jam for sure – is what I’ve got. The seat is down – the seat is up. For what she asks – I just say “yup.” Not worth a fight – not worth a  fuss. Let’s face the truth – I’m just a wuss.

A young boy, yes, I was one time, Afraid of none and in my prime. Muscles bulged around my chest, Endurance there – whatever test. The clock has wound a lot since then, Not different from so many men. Remember when I could – now can’t, No need to cry – no need to rant. Age … Read moreA Young Boy

I tamed a Cheetah on my own – a bear and elephant too. I talk and walk and do the things – that any old boy can do. As I grow older I will learn – to scrap and fight and then. When I go out into the world – I  “will” compete with men.

The world has got problems – I can’t agree more, There’s care for us all and then there is war. The unanswered question I now to you pose, Where goes a bogger that comes from ones nose? Do you look at it first or flick it away? Do you wipe your arm with it or use it to … Read moreThe answer that solves all problems

Life’s little questions have been written before, Now I take on a few at least once more. I ask that you all keep an Open Mind, But don’t let your Brains Fall Out so we can’t find, The Shower you Took that made you Clean, With the Speed Of Dark on your shower screen, With … Read moreLife’s Little Questions

As I gaze upon the square, See animals in their underwear. Some are old – some are new, Some are white – some are blue. Some are male – some are not, Some are drab – some are hot. Some are jumping – some are sitting, Some are grinning – some are flitting. Alas, it’s just … Read moreIt’s just one Weird Dream