Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

Archive for the month “August, 2015”


If you want to draw,
Firmly lay down one true line
Draw all else from it.


Yard Sales

Standing at another crappy old yard sale

Wishing they had something I liked.

Money I’ve got in reasonable numbers

That’s not a problem, the offerings are.

Old clothes and shoes, treen and towels

Fancies and iron tools, worn with use

On sale real cheap, yours for a pittance.

But local post cards none to be found, neither

Old photos, fragile ferrotypes, paper

Worthy of note, pun intended. That.

But now and then a brush of the fingers

Reveals, well, you know how “pleasure”

And “treasure” happen to rhyme? Bingo.

That’s why I go to yard sales.

Smart Dog

The young girl loved her dog very much.

But he died. Old age, y’know.

She was distraught. Friendless!

Even thought of killing herself.

That night, in a dream, her dog

Came back and bit her.


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