a satiric
spunky sperm
twisty tippytoe
through the
outdoor civilization
renewing fairway
to engorge
prospect goat
recasting stubble
noninfectious vibrational
hubbub pyrophobia
luridness hallelujah
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
always
bareheaded
but
can
dainty
element
from
grievous hubbub
in
lithesome
momentously
noninfectious
polytheistic
regimentals
sway
these
outdoor
twisty
unsensational
vibrational
with you
This is an ode to John and his iconic bucolic pub "the Golden Smog" up in Stockton on Tees..
What makes a proper pub?
Unity in a community hub
Immunity from the hubbub
With others shoulders rub
Opportunity you can’t snub
Our own homegrown club
Bubbling banter from the bar
In the cellar need a stellar star
Other views & hues don’t scar
Ales & tales so far above par
No-one argues or does spar
Clinking & sinking another jar
John a helluva fella just say ta
No bigotry is all he does ask
No hate lurking behind a mask
A sisyphean or herculean task
In the company of others bask
No sip from a hidden hip flask
Cheers to beers from the cask
Where the weekend will begin
Delaying within escape the din
Time to spend with ken and kin
Getting you through thick & thin
Whetting our whistles.. chin chin
A third place where a grin will win
To miss this bliss is a cardinal sin
A home from home just staying in!
At last, the Christmas hubbub is gone,
and I can take the reindeer in from the lawn.
This grinch can finally relax...
Oh no! It's time for income tax.
The forest path is empty; and
the tourist hubbub mute. Lay’s,
biscuits, banana chips, peanuts…
These monkeys lose the alms
from visitors. Yet they enjoy
the lockdown on the romantic
boughs without sanitizers and
masks. They foresee rain before
it kisses sand. Their infants are
beatific within cuddle and care.
They don’t perforate the roof of
the earth. Genocide and lynching
are unknown to them. Never
destructive, ever-serene, they
live and leave. I must mistrust
the monkey lineage of man.
*Penned during the Covid Lockdown.
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
sunday at grandmas
big hubbub in the kitchen
raccoon intruder
I hail each bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn,
as pulsing heart mould torch flame of bliss,
to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn,
that golden birthright never goes amiss
Eye beam urban verve one duly savours,
coruscating joie de vivre street life,
bursts of swift dash coffee’s hazel flavours,
cell-phone upbeat day ahead hubbub rife
Blue robin high pitch chirp from chimney top,
sets the tone for morning wonders brightly,
activate those spark prompt hunches nonstop,
schedules met in narrow windows tightly
In suburb or in city centre fair,
skies and pavements segue with deft flourish,
your dreamland ticket ace broad daylight flair,
groundbreaking spurt fantastic, let us nourish
Dynamic itch to stray amid blind alley,
lurk within some parboiled notion latent,
steel clad zone that mosaic sculpted tally,
animated focus me the claimant
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
Oh! No. I won’t wait until you’re seriously terminally sick
Or to expire in order to send you bouquets of ritzy flowers
Today is indeed the time, the hour to stand above the big brick
To show my love amidst the hubbub of seasoneless showers.
You are profoundly loved, dear colorful and calm princess
You are always on my mind, in my guts, my heart and my soul
You are always on top of the unbiased poll, on my pole
And I love you with an incredible passion since you are the best.
I want to give you a garden jammed full of exotic flowers
And invite gobs of colorful rainbows to dazzle you daily
While exposing my love despite of a series of uneventful hours.
Oh! It’s rewarding, classy and marvelous to celebrate joyfully
Under the pristine blue sky. It’s our anniversary, let’s enjoy life
To the fullest. Let’s move on, forget the sad past and the vile rife.
Copyright © August 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Frequent surfacing in night club
And the Lion sprouts from a cub
Soon, you cease to be submissive:
Life begins to be permissive.
With others you may shoulders rub
Sometimes, sincere courtesies snub.
A used-to-be-meek aggressive,
At inconstancy progressive....
In night clubs be sure of hubbub,
The filthiest thoughts served perfumed dub
Yet, life here should be extensive;
Clubs heal could The Hypertensive:
Others are asleep you are awake
And, for the fun of it, sometimes rake.
Fresh shoots bloom after stretched frost,
Mirth sprigs sprout, and the glaze lost.
Nature's schemes leave me awestruck,
Art turns our dreams green, jaws stuck.
Withered from the perished air,
Tall wood trees stand brittle bare.
Their dead leafy branches brown,
where once the coolest boast drown.
Winter's sting grants Spring's consent,
Bluebirds' back squirrel content.
Beach morphs into a fish farm,
We received our fine luck charm.
Brooding clouds start to show light,
Warm the ground and shine the sight.
The porch draws me to the sun,
I sang when the day was done.
Gleam the future and spark hope.
Whose tunes stir up the whole scope?
From his snooze, the sun peeks out.
To grasp what hubbub is 'bout
Written: May 2nd, 2023
Life is like waves or problem
Coming together with issues;
Difficult to predict or slam;
Hard to enjoy the sound of the drum
When the captain of the ship losing control;
Life is like waves or problem;
Waves come with sound which called "conundrum "
Dancers, musicians, spectators stump; no blame
Difficult to predict or slam;
Swimming in ocean, trying to survive the storm;
Flying in the space , different plans rise;
Life is like waves or problem.
Some people dancing ,others hubbub, hum ...
humming loudly for help , no body care about them,
Difficult to predict or slam.
Life blights here and there , lukewarm and harm;
Hopeless people are crying everywhere on earth ;
Life is like waves or problem;
Difficul to predict or slam.
March 16/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
I've never understood the hubbub
from so many members of the club
of those who can't keep resolutions
I have always found mine easiest to keep
buried in a drawer near where I sleep
~ talk about 'Simple Solutions'
Start from you bathtub,
Next, sweet creams to rub
But skin first towel,
This handling quite well,
On one’s face powder
For praises louder…
Then, your clothes put on
Besides your slip-on,
Fast, good belt fasten
But you don’t this hasten
And skip a sewn hold,
As though one is old…
From your used bath tub
To your enthused club
Some food better grub
Against a hubbub…
In a vulgar club
They do eaters snub.
Christmas
witness
Noel’s
sleigh bells
Twinkling
inkling
Reindeer
brings cheer
Season
reason
Santa
grant a
snowfall
for all
Cherub
hubbub
Glisten
listen
Yule tunes
bing croons
Advent
time spent
Manger
changer
Starlight
glows bright
Ice skates
elates
Tidings
glidings
Fire place
shows grace
Gold rings
joy brings
Belief
relief
Elves charm
spurns harm
Bandy
Candy
Spices
vices
Gift range
exchange
Excite
this night
Beaming
gleaming
Cookies
rookies
Blessing
guessing
Carols
hymn pearls
Fir trees
yes please
Greetings
meetings
Glory
story
Jolly
holly
Merry
cherry
North Pole
has soul
Nutmeg
clothes peg
St.Nick
warm flick
Relish
well wish
Peace dove
feel love
rejoice
one voice
Date posted ; 13th December 2022
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