You are charming with words.
In your magic book,
spells arrive with no mistakes.
Sometimes I suspect,
that you entice me to think with my heart,
which can be quite a conjuring trick,
for guy like me.
Mostly I just write,
about anything or anybody but you,
living on top of each other, as we do,
sharing the same alchemist's crucible,
our wands clash at times.
but nothing stirs our pot for long,
'hubble bubble' (a tasty dish),
keeps us, entranced,
though never dangerously bewitched.
Categories:
hubble bubble, poetry,
Form: Free verse
storms coming
it is far away
maybe a day they say
but it is coming along
banging like an empty kettle
getting steamed up it is
the shut up songbirds
burst nights hubble-bubble
double up on the dancy twigs
with a coo and clatter
tunes bud
in each swelled up throat
way over there
where the wild world gets lost
a storm is shaking
churning up a change
for no good
they who do not care
beware not
they plant little flowers
with giggly words
they jiggery-pokery
as if nothing will be wrong
and often
they might be right
who can tell until
nothing much now coming
big wind
blew itself out
in an old man's pipe
Categories:
hubble bubble, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Hubble bubble toil and trouble
I have water on the brain
The continuous flooding
It is driving us all insane
Rivers are overflowing
So are dams and creeks
Farmers are not sowing
And losing their cattle and sheep,
Streets have turned into rivers
Caused by torrential rain
The stress causes shivers
As it starts to pour again
Trees are uprooting
And crashing, causing harm
Dingy and boats are scooting
To stranded homes and farms
Vehicles and cars are left on the road,
Waiting for the rain to stop,
So they can be towed
To dry land, when they can find a spot,
Houses no longer liveable
It is unforgivable
Nature in the raw
What has this happened for?
Can somebody explain?
It has caused too much consternation,
Financial worries, ills and pain.
Categories:
hubble bubble, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
She flew around me
dripping all kinds
of hubble-bubble & trouble.
After work,
I would run to her
to sip and suckle
in the groping dark.
She began to grow
fingernails inside my head,
they tore away
clumps of caution,
shreds of decency.
The hook in my mouth
slipped out,
about the same time
her ex showed up.
Fresh out of prison
tattooed, slick & slimy.
They left in a beat-up Chevy,
leaving me stuck to a wall
fumbling for
a light switch.
Categories:
hubble bubble, poetry,
Form: Free verse
See
I look up at the endless azure
Full of curiosity
What is it hiding
In the Hubble Bubble?
Touch
A cold embrace makes
Shots of dopamine
Send chills down my spine
And a stupidly sappy smile
Hear
Birds chirp blissfully
(Oh, how I long for such freedom)
The wind whispers, the leaves rustle
The icy streams sing sweetly
Taste
"The chai's a little off today.."
(Well I'd like to see you try)
A flavourful biscuit accompanies
Along with the savoury peanuts
Smell
Food has a distinct aroma
It's a toddler's ambrosia
The raindrops merge with the earth
The petrichor brings back memories
Categories:
hubble bubble, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
or some kind of conduit
or some kind of hubble-bubble
perhaps a shower hose
my daughter has learnt to say 'door'
she enjoys knocking her head on them
she dances to anything
i woke up wrapped in the mosquito net
or maybe wrapped in the pipe where
schubert's songs came from
i yanked the window off the wall
haven't replaced nor fixed it yet
looking for a window of opportunity
Categories:
hubble bubble, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Hamlet's story
is sad and gory.
From the start the outlook's bad.
The king, i.e. Hamlet's dad,
got bumped off by his loving brother,
who then had the nerve to wed Ham's mother.
One night Hamlet met his old man's ghost,
who said: "My son, while I here roast,
your uncle, who murdered me,
is having a rave-up for all to see."
He added, "I 've got a job for you, my lad,
"Do to 'im what he done to your dad."
But Hamlet never decisively acted,
by doubt and scruples got distracted.
So as he dithered
things slithered
till everyone got killed , alas,
'cept for Horatio and Fortinbras.
Goethe's Faust Part One
is all about this horny don,
who gets browned off by all that learning,
for all he's missed in life much yearning.
Mephisto, you might say the devil,
promises Faust a helluva revel,
on one (see the small print) slight condition,
After the party it's straight to perdition.
Then prancing witches chant "hubble bubble",
Faust goes and gets his gal into trouble.
(Faust may have knowed an awful lot,
but on birth control he weren't too hot).
Things get so bad it can't be true
They perk up a bit, though, in Faust Part Two
Categories:
hubble bubble, corruption, father son, violence,
Form: Burlesque