To My Muse

By Bob Dunne

Dunnes poems are beyond any easy description or definition. They are about life, love, the mundane, and the holy. Take yourself on a journey through his works, and enjoy the many topics he covers. Dunne is at his best when he writes honestly, openly, and allows the creative spirit within him full expression.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496958280

Bob Dunne

Dunne’s earliest means of expression was through music. His influences were mainly the Beatles and James Taylor. Due to a tragic car accident when he was twenty-one, he lost his ability to play guitar to his satisfaction. Sometime later, he took up writing books, and most recently he began writing poetry. His first poetry book was the Poems of Bob Dunne, followed by Coffee Shop.

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Lynne

How sad it is to be so old

That you can’t play the dating game.

Sometimes you find you can’t recall

What she said last, or her first name.

Every time I think of her

I call her Kate instead of Lynne.

It’s not a bad thing – not the worst,

It’s not out loud, it’s just within.

But I have no dementia, no.

I think it’s nerves, yes that is all.

We smile so nicely eyes to eyes

How sweet she is, don’t want to fall.

Yet, there can be no deep relation –

Our age difference is so great.

Still quite good friends we can become –

Perhaps that will be in our fate.

No One’s Fool

Be strong, and don’t be anyone’s fool.

You must be the object of your own rule.

Don’t follow a path set down by others.

Are all to you mere substitute mothers?

Things all will weigh you down, it’s true.

One’s like you who make it are few,

But that doesn’t mean to give it all up.

Before your eyes keep the sign of the cup.

You thought you were destined for a big fall,

That you’d succumb to the devil’s call.

You’ve made it so far, so keep on going.

You’re not to be tossed, you’re in a state of knowing.

Fight the fight, overcome every day,

No matter what the others will say.

You thought you were too sensitive and weak

To strive in this world. Now continue to seek.

Out of Joint

Today has been so bad it can’t be real.

I’m so torn up, don’t know just how to feel.

It seems the closest ones, they disappoint.

I’m angry, and my bones are out of joint.

Are women bound to mess up your good mood?

I thought I had a real fine attitude.

I can’t believe how inside I do rage,

I hardly seem the clever, knowing sage.

Would I be paranoid if I did say

That women know the hidden, secret way

To turn you upside down and set you off,

To dunk you way deep down inside the