"tobias" poems
my test results showed divergent.
but she told me not to talk about it,
at least not here, or anywhere. ever.
he told me i could not be found about. never.
but they did, they eventually did.
they injected me- with serums, different kinds of them.
and i became their ultimate little experiment gem.
one of a kind.
every stimulation- every serum injected, i denied.
i was useless.
but then he came - my love. my Four. my Tobias
to my rescue.
i promised. not to put myself into danger,
like as i always did.
but i could not let him die. Caleb. my brother. my blood.
i had to save them. all of them.
death serum.
i could. resist.
but before that- he picks up a fight -
wounded in his wheel chair. paralyzed.
but still manages to, that little twa -
stab.
pain.
i see bloo-
thick red blo-
mom? but you're dea-
it's okay sweety, she says.
where am i?
in a better place.
you gave up your life Tris- for them.
i died?
yes honey, you died, an allegiant.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
A jogging man from Bude
was most incredibly rude
being greatly endowed
but imprudenly proud
he did something silly
he trod on his willie
now he's never about in the ****
TOBIAS
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
Speak to me in a Russian accent
sound all angry and mean
then buy me a puppy named Tobias
and cuddle fer hours et hours.
I like 'em gruff
and dorky and sweet
and badass and lovely
and secretly love to write poems.
Do they tear up during The Notebook
and still love mountain biking and rock climbing?
Can he laugh at my weird jokes
and tell some of his own?
Maybe.
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 8:12 PM UTC
My protector,
(although I don't think I need protecting)
My rock,
My soul,
is you.
P.S. I love your kiss ;)
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
For the writer,
for the poet,
acts of love
fall short.
They know the
best way
to express
the words:
I love you,
is in print
right here
on the page.
TOBIAS
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 4:35 AM UTC
Whatever the weather
calm, windy or cool
cats and dogs
I fall for you..
dew drenched
like lightening
like rain storms
snow showers
hail splashed
sleet slashed
blazing sunshine.
tanga untangled..
..so climactically.
TOBIAS
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
“Truly,an abstract masterpiece,
you have just finished Picasso!”
“No, my friend, it’s a disaster:
everything in it is wrong….
…..so bad, I’m throwing
it away. I can’t stand it.”
“Don’t do that Pablo,
that face could be
improved: just paint over it?”
“Hmm. Amigo, I would
not know where to start…”
“Start at the nose Pablo,
if I were you…”
The artist studies the canvas:
"the nose? The nose? "
“Qué lástima! I would
if I could find it.”
TOBIAS
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
I was alarmed as nobody
paid attention to me:
if there was a Plan B -
it was to die - dramatically.
A hangman’s halter I took to swing
snapped and failed my neck to wring.
Then I drank of hemlock deep:
all it did was make me sleep.
Wide awake I’d somehow made it back
I laid me down on a railway track
Alas! never once was I alerted
all trains had been diverted.
It seemed a good idea to me
to drown myself in the Dead Sea:
buoyant in such drink, I did not think
no swimmer there is known to sink
From a high rise parapet I dropped over
and landed in a cushioned bed of clover.
I tried to cut my jugulars but By Heck!
the blade was blunt and just grazed my neck.
A contract killer - hired off the shelf -
took the money then shot himself
after stating though he’s willing
I was not worth the killing.
By now getting frantic
on the internet I met a tantric
guru whose advised me tarry
“All I needed was to marry…
…It is a kind of death, all near
and dear pity you - but it’s clear
you get everybody’s attention
and in obituaries never a mention”.
.
Tobias
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC
Goddess terrain: contoured
curves slope gently down
to pale ******* pointing
Cleft soft thighs dividing
pink downy peaches
open to fern …
…fringed vale where a
secret orchid-shaped
cave spreads wide…
…its probe luring
lips beyond
the folds of …
…Venus’ veils.
I gaze content
in finding
Hymen’s
inviting petals.
Tobias
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
Tobias.
A handsome, broad-shouldered man with soft earth-brown eyes, that lived in 18th century England, who then came to America with his mother and father plus his eight brothers.
He would die of fever at the age of 23.
After he died, he did not move on to the afterlife, instead he was chosen by a group of elders called The Guard.
As a Guardian, he was tasked a keeper of human lives selected by The Guards' standards as 'changers,' or humans that change the course of history.
Tobias rejected his forced calling and attempted to abandon his task.
The oldest of The Guard, Helten, a man thousands of years old (only looking 40), approached him and asked a simple question, "Why do you want to truly die?"
Tobias was silent, until Helton added,
"There is a Shift after your changer."
Shifters, or Shifts, are the enemies of the Guardians and their mission is to destroy all changers so that Shifts can take their place and change the world to their liking.
Tobias added gruffly, "Which one?"
"Daniel."
Tobias' hand squeezed into a fist. He hated Daniel ever since the 1920's. He wanted a rematch since that idiot tried to **** his charge for a cigarette.
Tobias wanted to punch him. Hard.
His eyes flashed crimson, and his fists turned blue flame.
"Where is he?!" Daniel growled.
Helton smirked,
"Pennslyvania."
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
Choose in life the tranquil path
paved with peace devoid of wrath
where every woman and man
love makes welcome hate does ban.
Once found - you can never stray
from the quiet tenor of its way.
.
Great your burden, heavy the load:
weightless it feels upon that road
where briar, thorns and bramble
give way before you as you ramble
along a route of stingless nettle
and calm and joy upon you settle...
Dispelling sadness, soothing pain;
cooling your ires as gentle rain.
They, who would this pathway find
are those who caring ever mind
their neighbour, known or strange
through all this worldly range.
Dry your tears, greet the smile
bravely face each yearly mile;
be calm, be kind and you will never lose
sight of the pathway that you must choose.
Tobias
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
Dim the lights
let me melt in
passion's night.
Let you spread
webs of silky veils
to blind my eyes.
Take my fingers,
let them trace as
braille the skin of
your body contours.
Smoothe its patina
caress, mould it.
Permeate my senses
guide my travel over
your uncharted map,
voyage ****** terrain:
each inch of you
touched, surveyed
as new routes
are found, explored,
landmarks followed.
Close your eyes
feel the search
of my tender hands
through the darkness
of a night without end.
Expose your
beauteous body
contours, curves
soft swell of *******
arched thigh cleavage
cleft half moon peaches
lead me to a fern veiled vale
to secret gorge spread wide,
steer my roused questor up
the mount of Venus’ cleft,
to plunge pulsating adown
slippery labile slopes into
clasps of foaming depths.
Tobias
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
It sits nearly weightless in your palm
Hold it like a bible
with the page already marked in your head that you want to share
Like that page contains the only truth that you know
The closest to a magic wand you will ever get to
The only spell your voice
Speak honest
While words are still meant for this
Your mouth a shotgun for my tracks
Now dance
Follow my lead
Pick up your phone
And call someone
Pick one
1
While you were still earth
And I was still earth
And the thought of us
Sounded like a 4 year old learning to whistle
We had no stake
Just a note in the background of breath and baby teeth
You make me so happy
Your parents ****** on the day they did
2
If you were to die in any way
I want you to know
I have already planned your eulogy
It is simple
My name is Jonathen Hal Tobias
And this empty case of skin and bone
Formerly housed
The best friend I have ever had in my life
3
Your belly is a blackened furnace
Full of soot and sawdust
It is love the way it keeps me warm
And I will leave my hands near it
The distance of a magic spell for fire
My skin
Until there is no more sawdust
Until there is no more love
Until I have to warm my hands with breath
And press them against your cold black
Do you feel that?
4
Whatever you say
Through satellite
Over airwaves
Know your voice passes through stars
And metal
And microchips
And speaker
There is tongue
And breath and lips
Your heart when you’re honest
When words were meant for this
And your mouth a shotgun for my tracks
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 4:03 AM UTC
I prayed earnestly to heaven:
I desperately needed to improve
my means of earthly communication:
it took a long time to get through.
Then a voice boomed out of clouds:
"All our Deities are very busy -
you're call is important to us. Keep
on praying - we will get back to you."
Tobias
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
The secret’s out – Hip! Hip! Horray!
Meghan Markle has had her way:
no papparazzi just a note to state..
..gold framed upon the palace gate..
a baby born to her and Prince Harry.
It was a very private affair - narry
a Home Secretary was there to see
the birth - a custom ended by decree:
though historically meant as inclusion
t’was deemed at last a male intrusion.
Now in an age where all is bi-
ethnic black and white tie
parently neat and true
with the royal blood line’s
red, white, and blue.
By George! To Will and Kate
in poetry - I must relate
there is no comparison
other than that word
rhymes with Harrison.
Hey. Nonny. Nay.
Alack a day -
I must away,
for this verse done and said
I could withall lose my head.
Tobias
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 6:54 AM UTC
On a sound route map of the ‘70s,
his church-trained tenor voice
verging at times on falsetto
led hordes of people to go on
holiday to Greece and Spain.
It was romantic, Mediterranean,
a perfect music background to sea,
“The morning sun”, ouzo and sangria.
Beverley, in the play Abigail’s Party
voiced devotion to Demis Roussos
in her opinion: “He doesn’t sound fat.”
Kaftan-clad flowing black hair:
Demis was called “The Singing Tent”
Such poetry in song will last forever.
Sing it again Demis.
Tobias
“He had a superb voice. He was an
artist, a friend. I hope he is in a better world.”
Nana Mouskouri.
Lyrics
Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be the one
That shines in me like the morning sun
Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be my spring
My rainbow's end and the song I sing
Take me far beyond imagination
You're my dream come true, my consolation
you'll be my dream
My symphony, my own lover's theme
(Ever and ever forever and ever) my destiny
Will follow you eternally
Take me far beyond imagination
You're my dream come true, my consolation
you'll be the one
That shines in me like the morning sun
(Ever and ever, forever and ever) my destiny
Will follow you eternally
Songwriters: Robert Constandinos / Stylianos Vlavianos
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
I will arise and forage
not for eggs nor bread
for a bowl of porridge
that gets me out of bed.
Smooth like silk
with added milk
not lumpy mind
‘tis good to find
it thick and grey.
No better way
to start the day.
If the spoon stands upright
no need to get uptight
it passed the test
of thin or thick.
Got the Tick.
The Best.
Top Recipe:
Take Slade Prison
Add Ronnie Barker
& Richard Beckinsale
Stir in Fulton Mackay
Mr. Barrowclough to serve.
TOBIAS
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 5:15 AM UTC
The Earth gets smaller,
As I grow taller.
As the ground is shrinking, my heart is sinking.
And my body goes numb.
One.
The walls close in,
The air gets thin.
I can’t breathe.
The room comes in tighter, My head feeling lighter
Can’t be free.
Two.
She’s done nothing wrong.
Her life wasn’t long,
Because the gun in my hand.
Three.
His eyes are dark, and his mouth isn’t there.
My throat is held tight, and no matter how hard i fight,
my body is held in the air.
“This is for your own good, Tobias.”
No
I wake up. It wasn’t real. I slowly start to feel.
I’m no longer Tobias,
I’m Four.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
Have you found a rhyming Genius,
is there nothing he can't do?
Like in his library penning poems
a plenty - maybe a tome or two.
Have you found a rhyming Genius
a man of truly high esteem,
whose wealth of writing styles
ensures a daily cash-flow stream?
Yes: you found yourself a Genius:
now in a penthouse we both abide,
sunning on a bloom-filled balcony,
here pouting pigeons perch and glide.
Indeed, you found yourself a Genius
endowed with a mind so fine:
an escort to boutiques and bistros
ordering up for you the finest wine.
Yes: You found yourself a Genius
owning poetry mines - all off-shore:
who even flies by private plane
to quarry, assay, versify their ore.
Yes: you found yourself a Genius
there is nothing he can't do,
when it comes to make you happy
it’s all in rhymes and more for you.
TOBIAS
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 6:37 AM UTC
There are times
that are so dark
you feel that
you have been
Buried.
But, for all you
know, you may
well have been
Planted.
Hope: a tender
gardener of your
life will give
you space to grow.
Will tear out
every clawing ****
cast all aside,
the rooted troubled
thoughts
of them you
had no need.
TOBIAS
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
Even if I feel alone
I'm not alone:
my love is close,
ever beside me.
Even when
I'm far away
She is here
next to me
sharing love.
Even when her eyes
are closed and she
dreams in her night
I am here in my way
holding her.
And even if
it looks like
we are apart,
we are never
separated.
Tobias
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 3:11 AM UTC
I am made for you, woman
of substance: finest cut
sheer in silk to fit my
chic lady of style.
Short sleeves
or long:
smooth me
press me
wear me.
In chill and cold
let me cling
around your
curvy contours
close and tight.
In noon-day heat
free me
unbuttoned
hanging loose
to cool you.
Drench me in fragrance
caress my soft collar
then gently discard me
plunging me deep
into soft soapy foam.
TOBIAS
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
They married in the merry month of May
at Windsor Castle - Hey Noney Ney!
So, Meghan and Prince Harry
decided not to tarry.
Now a baby’s on the way.
next Spring - they say..
The Queen’s amused
The Duke’s bemused
Prince Charles enthused:
saying to Duchess Camilla,
“A Jolly Good Show! Oh Joy!”
Said she: “A girl or boy?”
Said HRH "Don't tease.
One or the other -
no transgender if you please,
nor talk of Succession
to threaten my Accession.”
TOBIAS
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC