UNCERTAIN PLANNED
Life's certainty is uncertain . Certain of no perfect plan. Almost certain once you'll be burned ,it takes a certain woman or man to understand .
So you nimbly surf the twists, and deftly slide the turns. You're not that man behind the Curtain, you share that certain Bounty you have learned.
Follow gladly my deep Footsteps,
Madly search for friendship Earned.
Certain to find GOLD amongst the Hurtin',
Even when uncertainty Returns!
Bobby O
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Very nice!!! We can't really rely on much these days. Almost everything is a smokescreen. So we do what we must to get through the twist and turns. "Like a penny with a hole in it"! Ufffff you never know!!!
Hopeless!
In for a penny in for a pound
Loved it Bobby
You have just been promoted to my
WALL OF FAME!
Cheers man
Makes a pleasant change from the rogues gallery
I just laughed
It's infectious then
Both thumbs up, Bobby O! Loved it.
You rock
I liked it. Treasure, hiding in plain sight.
I can never be certain but I’m confident to place it in your hands to allocate
this is brill & I aint talkin fish neither sir O 🙂
Thanks. Two taps on my heart..
Of one thing I'm certain and that is there is nothing that I am certain of. I remain skeptical of almost everything. I said almost because I am even skeptical of being skeptical. Nicely said Bobby
Too cool!!
Another masterpiece!
Thanks for sharing🪶
My friend, Of course you know you can play Pat Benatar anytime you want and I can take it!!
Haaaaa. Belting out Pat Benatar evokes dancing best done with the curtains closed!
It was a dark and chilly night…
I could eat a box of alphabits and shit a better poem.
You’re even bad at throwing down. But I don’t care cuz I’m pretty sure you will stay addled with the pen and maybe I’ll nickname you CLUELESS. Maybe you could aspire to grow into a decent mascot of sorts and the rest of us will only laugh behind your back when you’re getting the rest of us beer. BTW- read the cool comments on that and my other poems and realize the Clueless monicker fits.
You say I'm CLUELESS. Do you like blues music. Look up Sonny Landreth, I'm his nephew
I’ll look him up. Props to the bloodline.
He’s got honors ,cred, emmy’s, the real deal I’m a jazz guy, though.
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