Food thats good i beleive you'll find? raw milk
Not the usual, therm-ed out kind.
Link up with farmers, you can volunteer!!
Supply some spirit, spread more cheer
The bowler hatted farmer knows' his
Onions along with dear old Vobes'
And Brooks no nonsense Chris is in.'
That people power is starting to spin.!
A couple of million will do for starters
You can now show the world..
Who are? the real'
Useless farters.)
City hub on wings
apogee of ultra bright
fire within urban comet
tangerine signpost
to future halcyon spot
amidst buoyant step onrush
Bouncy castle perk
spurs avid market stall pitch
bargain in a jiffy bag
loophole hatched off-curb
brainwave surge from genie flash
to everyone’s benefit
Silver winter tinged
trees and wet overcast skies
never dampen township verve
that heartland zeitgeist
typical of boom and bloom
day or night march on dweller
Sweep off feet vision
endemic to rapid shifts
where marvel woos miracle
in heady cocktail
at the cutting-edge hubbub
point of entry upbeat frame
I've heard of the Circus Of The Damned;
By all accounts the rumors are true;
The graffiti makes it seem so grande;
Filled with copper and turquoise blue
billboards have you longing to attend;
In the French Quarter stories continue;
St. Louis boasts a fantasy alive and well;
Vampires perform in this fiendish hub,
gothic striptease mixed with a carnival;
More intense energy than any club,
blood will surely soak your ticket stub.
Water is the essence of me.
Without water, who would I be?
My wet milieu, a sea within.
Water is life's matrix for kin.
The ocean is life's wellspring hub.
My cells are bathed in saline nub.
A bag of sea within my skin.
Water is life's matrix for kin
I live beside the sea, and swim,
To worship water with a hymn.
Welcoming each day to begin!
Water is life's matrix for kin.
Water
glints, gurgles
sustaining, enlivening, quenching
ocean, clouds, rains, torrents
flowing, filling, foundering
wet, fluid
pivotal, vital
mere
Where the most influential persons live
Where the most dangerous goons gather
Where dictomacy where federal agencies
Where evil officers where harmful Psycho clinics
Where false propaganda where Elite Mafia
Where snatching Policy where guided missiles
That place is known as capital territory..
Note. Underworld is the hub of aliens.
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The Hub Of The Earth, I
Some vehicle screeches toward soundless nights,
a wheel cover errant for intimacy,
as it settles midst different roadside slights.
The decreasing engine roars criminally,
pruned for a snapshot temporal existence,
the bright hub unpolishes pitilessly.
The earth's orphans coexisting subsistence,
under new suns and periodical moons,
melts in a blink of an eon insistence.
Meddling miners carved canyons, felled forest looms,
a blue world shadows as a universe watch,
sculpt mountains, charcoal skies, oily oceans, dooms.
A womb will reinvent the species that botch,
our metamorphosis cast a new sasquatch.
2021 March 13
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Mar 20)
~~Brian Strand
Feathered Creatures Hub
“In all things of nature there is something of the marvellous.“ Aristotle
Birds
arouse
sweet cadence.
They soar and glide
in vivid feather.
Their mellow chirps infuse
a mint green orchard setting.
As that robin, grey cheek, blue tweet,
or an nightingale’s unearthly chant,
those silver throated ushers are a boon.
Date Of Poem Submission To Poetry Soup
22nd of May 2020. 22/5/2020
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A car rolls into a soundless night,
Its light sends a bursting view of overhanging growth,
In a microcosm succession of descending seconds,
Pruned for a snapshot temporal existence,
Till all is rendered back to the void of night.
Sounds of rolling wake the void,
'Tis but a wheel cover errant for intimacy,
The road approves its adoption,
As it settles amongst other roadside neglects,
Earth's orphans coexisting under new sun's and periodical moon's.
Dull chrome insulted by grey matter and passing ignorance,
Melts in a blink of an eon as inherent elements being nursed,
A rebirth phenomenon after being ripped from its womb,
As meddling minds, carve out canyons and canvases felled trees,
Sculpture mountains, etch on charcoal skies, paint from oiled oceans,
All from a dark planet behind a concealed metal mask and chromed artificial air tanks,
That all were at one time...
...an errant orphaned wheel cover.
2019 September 19
IN THE HUB
Pounding in the hub of his chest —
a ruby, as red as a polished apple.
The mellifluous heart of mercy’s chapel.
Guardian wings with a royal crest.
A multiflora rose adorns the angel’s coat.
Rapturous hues viciously protect any threats.
With no need to keep up, perfectly set —
crowned with a golden halo that floats.
The manifest expanse of his wings
flutters only for the boy always in trouble.
His emboldened hands manage double,
this guardian who faithfully clings.
8/21/2019
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019- Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor, Dear Heart
The Hub
By: Tom Wright
New Years Day 1998
New Year's day is here again,
once more a year is spent.
Alone I now sit wondering,
just where all my time went?
Another year older I am now,
but that's no great big deal.
For my life's but a tiny spoke,
that helps make up God's, wheel.
To last years past I now look,
recalling good times that I had.
But then I start to recollect,
those things that make me sad.
I'm thinking now of those gone on,
of misfortune that's taken place.
Still wondering why it had to be,
I suddenly see God's, face.
So quickly He reminds me now,
not to question but that's no rub.
That in His mighty plan of things,
I'm but a spoke and He's the Hub.
you are the hub
to which all the spokes connect
to which the wheel spins around
your position never changes
the wheel revolves around you
and the cart moves forward
and can go anywhere
you are the hub
"Water is the Hub of Life on Planet Water"
Water is the mother, matrix, hub and solution for life on Planet Water.
Plants use solar energy to split the water molecule, creating negative entropy.
Animals burn the energy stored in the structure of molecules by plants, releasing water as waste.
Animal cells bathe in bags of primordial soup, circulated in their blood and fluids.
y’all
so where will you be in the fall?
stub hub?
or give Aladdin’s lamp yet another rub?
A blessed mass in the stomach of the Americas,
a large crocodile between the North and the South,
the finest of its productivity lie in sugars and cigars
which are well registered in the global books of gratitude
and Nickel, making up the laces worn
by mother Earth directly under its lay.
The hub of the globe’s smallest frog and hummingbird
and a custom-made habitat to the rare manjuari
is this geographic beauty, housing no animals or plants lethal to man,
and as well the officers of health in a multitude second to none.
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