the whispers were barely perceptible
there was scuffling and shuffling
were ghosts up here then?
I took a peek expecting to see people
there was a steampunk like robot facing the door
his eyes were made of hubcaps and he had coils for legs
who made this? And when? It was curious to me.
I halfway expected this robot to move.
there was a brocade tapestry hanging behind the robot.
dark in color, scarlet or deep forest green, impossible to say.
the threads could have been gold.
Wait, it might have been an old velvet crazy quilt.
The darkness of the room hampered me getting it right.
I saw a hobby horse, leaning against a two-seated couch.
One of those crazy ones where you faced each other.
Who lived in this place? I was thinking Jules Verne.
Or Poe. Or a Victorian miscreant. This is a strange place.
a creepy place. there was a stuffed raven in the corner.
With yellow glass eyes.
Definitely Poe.
Categories:
hubcaps, poets,
Form: Free verse
No matter who you vote for
the government gets in
Left or right, day brings night
with colors gray and thin
The better parts of nature
get worse as time goes on
Bilateral infection
whose cure is woebegone
As hubcaps change in order
the wheels forever spin
Tomato or tomatto
that same old song to sing
A baby leaves its mother
new brick to build the wall
Ramparts trapping all inside
—beyond which prescience calls
(The New Room: May, 2023)
Categories:
hubcaps, political,
Form: Rhyme
My daddy is in sales the child told me.
He will get hubcaps for you, spinners, copper, whatever you want.
But he is careful about who he sells to.
Can he get me an I-phone?
Sure. He sometimes comes by them.
A stereo?
What’s that?
It’s something no one has any more.
Maybe. I’m not sure.
He doesn't sell to anyone, he reports.
He has to trust you before he sells to you.
I think this is curious.
certain the child has no idea how much information he is sharing.
Categories:
hubcaps, teacher,
Form: Free verse
My memory bank is outta funds
Someone musta robbed me in the night
Think my name's either Jack or Charlie
Can't remember which one is right
Had to look on my driver's license
To determine if I am who I am
That's quite sad, seems I've lost my identity
Maybe I'm a very famous man
Ever heard of someone regaining their youth
Like totally full of beans once more
Stealing hubcaps and other naughty stuff
What a hoot that would be, for sure
Dream on little fellow, it ain't gonna happen
You're doomed to a life of Metamucil
It sure was a blast while the damn thing lasted
Old age surely can be quite brutal
Categories:
hubcaps, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Highway One California
Lovely and so cooling, was driving my
1956 Chevy Bel-Aire ragtop!
Its whitewall tires, its heavenly hubcaps.
Just stunningly gleaming!
That magnificent red and white convertible!
With joys, so profoundly thrilling!
June 2, 2019
7pm PST
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Dedicated to my parents, who gave me this
car on my birthday. Thanks, Mom and Dad for
letting me "Drive My Dream!"
Categories:
hubcaps, car, happiness,
Form: Free verse
I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
I stumbled over things and stepped 'round clutter to make my way.
I looked for clocks, found none, but saw many things I could do without,
And those are the things that I propose to tell you all about.
There was an old buggy wheel - I could see no use for that.
I saw horse collars, washboards and someone's stuffed Angora cat.
On the wall was a photo of a Victorian guy glaring back at me.
Also displayed was a chamber pot and a scraggly Christmas tree!
What use have I for a manure fork or hubcaps for a '47 Dodge,
Or a shaggy buffalo robe or shriveled scalps from an Indian lodge?
Displayed were coffee grinders and old Prince Albert tobacco cans,
A portrait of Napoleon and a hood ornament for a '37 Mercedes Benz!
Hanging on a clothes rack was an old soldier's moth-eaten uniform.
I have no need for a hornet's nest that once held and angry swarm.
Though I found many things I could do without, not so my spouse!
She bought a cart full of gimcracks and trumpery to clutter up the house!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
First Place in Black Eyed Susan's "Antique" Contest - May 2014
Categories:
hubcaps, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
My memory bank is outta funds
Someone musta robbed me in the night
Think my name's either Jack or Charlie
Can't remember which one is right
Had to look on my driver's license
To determine if I am who I am
That's quite sad, seems I've lost my identity
Could be a very famous man
Heard of anyone regaining their youth
Like totally full of beans once more
Stealing hubcaps and other naughty stuff
What a hoot that would be, for sure
Dream on little fellow, ain't gonna happen
You're doomed to a life of Metamucil
It sure was a blast while the damn thing lasted
Old age surely can be quite brutal
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
hubcaps, humorous,
Form: Quatrain
They float on feather hubcaps
Gypsy dance in the elegance of the sun
They grow antlers in venus spectrum
Holding backyard festivals, with pagan costumes
She is free
She can't see me
I am becoming
Always lost and returned again
We swirl around the fog of beach
The pallour in her eyes casts a glint
She's talking about memories gone
I'm mystified as the giant web unfurls
Hidden love, gone and deep
What remains of the lost city
Buried underneath our feet
Beauty of how things were
Categories:
hubcaps, allegory, lost, lost,
Form: Free verse
like two car hubcaps shinin' 'n' moonin'
like helixed necks of neckin' swans swoonin'
like a quiet tide-pool tranquilly poolin'
like Gouramis kissin' each other schoolin'
like two teenagers in a car backseat
young gendered duet, together complete
saunter hand-in-hand down some Paris street
or cornered in a cafe, quietly discreet
like as in liking, love as in smitten
like lips pressed together, gently are bitten
like wantin' what's wanton, 'n' get in to gettin'
like love sonnet rhymes, charmingly written
like you and me and the world at our feet
if we were two too, together, a love seat
gazing dreamily into each other's mystique
impatiently craving that enticing physique
like you like me, like I like you too
as lovely, as ardent, our passionate roux
like words softly clicking, tongued in anew
to say with eyes gazing, knowing, I love you
© Goode Guy 2011-12-27
Categories:
hubcaps, happiness, love, mystery, passion,
Form: Quatrain