Just Papering over the Cracks.

By Darren Hobson

The Just series of books welcomes a new cub to their family with words of poetry about the glory and the tragedy that you find in our daily lives, there are words of hope to bring people back from the brink of depression when it seems all hope is lost, there are words of truth that have been hidden from the world, words that only can be whispered to one another in the kitchens of families desperate to see a better time, there are words from the past that were brutal and cruel, words that want to be part of a better, brighter future.

This collection of poetry is a stunning, interactive portrait of what this indie poet sees every day, this is like a fairground ride that lashes you from one point of view to another, short stories that are based on facts from the past, some poems document what a cruel world we live in, but no matter how deep the poems get, or how tragic and bloody life becomes, the poet believes in the future , he believes the best is yet to come, that we as humans should unite as one to overcome our struggles to move forward, to unite to move forward out of the dark ages of greed and corruption, of violence and murder to base our future on truth and honesty, so why not read what is here and believe in yourselves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Feb 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9783739655420

Darren Hobson

Darren Hobson was born in Preston,Lancashire in England and moved to Italy in 1998.Currently living near Rome working for a multinational company. In his spare time he loves traveling to historical cities for inspiration him to write more intense poetry. The poet started submitting his work for inclusion in many anthologies between 1990 and 2009, but with the help of social network sites and self publishing sites he started to publish his own books in 2014.

Book preview

Coming Again.

 Page one has arrived again,

Oh no it is that bloody poet,

The one who writes too much,

Too often, so inconsiderate,

Makes you all irate,

It was just the beginning,

We thought he was joking,

We thought his balloon,

Of confidence would deflate,

After a couple of months,

But here again in 2016,

He is back to make a mess,

And he is coming again,

There is no pot of gold,

At the end of his double rainbow,

There is no worth in his words,

He has been pushing his luck,

For way too long,

So why is he still smiling,

Hot headed, hard headed,

He continues to write in a mess,

He loves to tell us deep dark stories,

And his ability to cope with stress,

Trying to knock down hidden walls,

Trying to tidy up his boundaries,

Trying to find new words to paint with,

Giving colour to the oil refineries,

That spread like toadstools,

On the bleak, polluted river Tees,

Destroying a seaside location,

Redcar fell onto its knees,

The poet saw the decline,

Of this once proud seaside town,

Now he is not coming here again,

He has moved away from that town,

He has turned the page from his childhood,

Even though painful memories remain,

From bullying to neglecting himself,

And he continues that once and again,

A life is just an open book,

That still needs to be written,

Slicing apart and dissecting the corpse,

After the creativity trigger has been bitten,

Trying to find happiness,

Because not everyone likes drama,

Trying to light up someone’s day,

Spreading his word and spreading his karma,

Do you believe in what he writes?

Are you jealous on what he has become?

Are you mad because he is so erratic?

Should we be having more fun?

As the pages get written,

The books they hit the press,

He is still that charming character,

Writing about his adventures and mess,

Messy vibes and strange incantations,

Polluting the air with blue words,

Not as ready as he would like to be,

But twice as crazy and wants to be heard,

And after a brief pause,

Of reflection and collecting thoughts,

This beautiful savage beast,

Is coming again,

To take your mind off the day,

To entertain you all,

In such a delightful way,

To tickle and tease most of them,

Backs to the wall.

Smiling higher than the angels

Caught high on the high wire,

Falling down without a night,

Random words entwined into verse,

Wicked and scented, cute and perverse!

Nothing will be ever the same,

This poet is coming again!

Papering Over the Cracks.

 After coming too often,

After spreading the blame,

Just when he pushed too far,

He started to play a new game,

He tried to stay on the straight and narrow,

Not playing at the water’s edge,

He stood in the eye of a tornado,

He started jumping over the hedge,

That just happened to be in the way,

Just like most things these days,

Trying to keep his shit together,

When war rages on all seven sides,

Frustrated with his lack of progress,

Hot headed enough to swim against the tide,

Just when you thought it was safe,

To delve into another free eBook,

Just when you thought the fever had subsided,

Just when you could not take no more,

Just returns with words galore,

Pushing until there is no