Haddy T Jobe

Haddy T Jobe Jul 2018

The future is such a strange thing-we expect it to be there,

Yet the concept of what it actually is is entirely left to our imagination, Hope and some kind of probability of fate that's probably too complex for us to fathom...
For beings who do not know for certain what might happen to them at any given time past the now...
We're quite optimistic, don't you think?

Haddy T Jobe Jun 2018

The Human Condition (Nearly Bad Enough?)

It's so much better when they remember
Remember to care because you care
Than to have to use neuter gender
Alongside hostile glare

Less sillier to say hello
And try to coexist
Than act the part of Mr. No
And scrutinize guest lists

I'm human too, despise me not
Atleast acknowledge me
Don't act like you are all we've got
and nothing is all we'll ever be

Haddy T Jobe Jun 2018

Anthem of Peace

No tears
No blood
No emptiness
No horrible silence,static with expectation
No sensations of sinking
Of drowning in mud
No cries
No death
No bang
No boom
No sadness
Nor gloom
No fear
A reason for hope
The war is over
The death of a nightmare has given birth to a dream

Haddy T Jobe Jun 2018

PhOTOGRAPHY

Align
A line
Waiting
Making
Contact
With fact
The fact
Is that
At the head of the line
when we align
Is a power
That can shower
Mercy when mercy is out
Then erase every possible doubt
Of his existence
Forcing out of pure logic, the admittance
That while the concept may seem odd
There does exist one GOD

Haddy T Jobe May 2018

I Saw a Soul get parted From a Body

We all rushed out
We were running scared
Not knowing what it was about
She thought us weird

But hearing ‘RAT’
She jumped up quickly
And wielding her shoe as if it were a bat
She side stepped us cowards, rather so neatly

Descending on the creature with her tightly held shoe
The rat didn’t budge and didn’t seem to feel the blows
But hearing more footsteps he finally flew
Behind a filing cabinet as we saw the door close

A few minutes later and she marched stern-faced out
Tail secured between her fingers while he hung upside down
I moved out of the way of the squirming figure and its snout
And his eyes looked much meaner and his fur sickly brown

Arm stretched back like a javelin thrower on a poster
She stood out the main door
The vision of riding on a roller coaster
Was the last thing the rat saw

But I stood there watching and I saw him hit the ground
Watched her spit in disgust and walk away stone faced
His legs raised stiffly in the air and making not a sound
The creature lay on its back where force and gravity had it placed

Should I go closer or walk in the opposite direction?
Walked back to my desk, to look professional
But wondered about our savior’s reaction
Was it a hatred for rats or something more personal?

Haddy T Jobe May 2018

Turtle

It's not everything I write I post
Each poem is a piece of me
Not every part can stand the glare
Of public scrutiny

Haddy T Jobe May 2018

When The Last Drop Falls

Viewed once as perfect
Now viewed less so
The reasons to rebel
Forgotten now if ever known

Peace once you scoffed at
Seems a reasonable affair
The once plain and boring sky
Causes you to stare

Afraid you missed a lifetime
Just living in your head
Ignoring everything around you
Lying stiffly in your bed

You wonder
You wonder long
Alive not just existing
Knowing u can make a change, learning you are strong.