Your hand into mine

Poems by Bob Niebuhr


Throughout the ages I have stood as a sentinel watching and recording the story of man.  I bid you to pause and read what I have written. Then ponder the legacy that you shall leave behind.


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  • Child What Is Your Name
  • The Essence of You
  • Silently I Speak
  • If You Want It Come And Get It
  • Is the Grass
  • I Am Not Afraid
  • Enough
  • Oooh Can You Feel The Music
  • Faces In The Trees



Poetry is an ancient art form.  It has been used by the prophets of the past to the bards of  today.  It is an eloquent way to tell of the past , report on the present and perhaps to prophesy the future.


My eyes and mind were opened to it by a High School English teacher.  Today as yesterday I remember her reading Ozymandias and Clay Hills.

My poems speak of  love, travels, Wizards and times to come.


Read and enjoy, but remember the poems are copyright protected...




I have been a truth seeker all of my life.  Specifically, from 1961 to 2002 I worked as a polygraph examiner.  I retired from the Baltimore Maryland Police Department in April 2002..  Through out this time I administered thousands of examinations.  All to often I listened to the confessions of mankind's horrific dealings  with one and another.


My personal life resulted in two  marriages and six wonderful children.  Now I am a widower, with my youngest son home and in college.  Jake, my Chesapeake, guards us both.


The miles that I have walked have opened my eyes to much.  Some of which is wondrous and beautiful;  some of which is horrific; and some that has caused me to change.  Thus I write.



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