I have always been a bit wary
of Gary, Mary, Sherry and Larry
They each seem a little bit contrary
Fighting over blue, straw, or raspberry
I took this to Carrie, our head faerie
She thought my query was a tad bit airy
Looked it up in her faerie dictionary
Experts’ opinions appeared to vary
Enter an expert from a local dairy
his name was Smart Guy Mr. Perry
Sherry and I intended to someday marry
But count not agree on the right berry
Next, I consulted my wizard friend Hubert Harry
His preference is for a soft, dainty, pink raspberry
In the meantime. Sherry eloped with my cousin Terry
Now I have no use for them or Larry, Gary or Mary
A Senator named Hubert H. Humphrey
With Muriel got cozy and comfy
But she was no vixen
And he lost to Nixon!
Humphrey made Minnesotans quite grumphy
Begin with a groove, some delicious, soulful melodies interwoven with genres including jazz, neo-soul, lo-fi hip-hop, jazz sub-genres/
with spoken word tricks in the mix with programmed drums, turntables, looping in Sonny Rollins, Elvin Jones, Hubert Laws, Lonnie Liston Smith/
add some house music word with a vibrant, rhythmic pulse packin' the dance floor/ so hey, whatcha say to the DJ as he's laying down beats, experimenting with melodic hooks and some nasty background heat/
double scratching Rick James Super Freak and pumpin' up the supa dupa bassline from Mary Jane Girls All Night Long to the party hardy dance house crowd/
ethereal pops of sound synergy drops/ man, hit me with a lo-fi boost so I can spit out my word anthem I'm sparking off now the heat be flowin' down to my dancin' feet/
I dig the Crooklyn crew is bringing back Break Dancin' with their signature freestyle/
they even brought their cardboard dance floor/ they be makin' moves and cuttin' grooves/ I hate to go but I'm outta here/
gotta jam into the poetry slam
Henry Harry Harold Hubert Hedgehog he
Rolls himself into a prickly ball, let’s let him be
When predators come to annoy, torment or play
His prickly thorns discourage them to go far away
May we be blessed to understand
The words of Hubert Reeves…
a famous Canadian Astrophysicist…
allow me paraphrase what he believes:
We are a most insane species…
(he writes so beautifully)
we worships invisible gods
while destroying a nature we can see…
Unaware that the nature we’re destroying…
(so indiscriminately)
is the very God we’re worshiping…
the one we cannot see.
May we be blessed to understand
The words of Hubert Reeves…
a famous Canadian Astrophysicist…
allow me paraphrase what he believes:
We are a most insane species…
(he writes so beautifully)
we worships invisible gods
while destroying a nature we can see…
Unaware that the nature we’re destroying…
(so indiscriminately)
is the very God we’re worshiping…
the one we cannot see.
droll
slap you with a word
then, cross arms and wait
that's how she'd get you ... Grace Cleaves
out-of-the-blue idiosyncrasies that she'd notice in you
laid quite flatly in your lap
for you to comment on ... or not
all conversations started thusly
for she'd make all her determinations
(ie your character and humor)
from that initial punch-to-the-gut
brilliant, yet what most people despised about her
and what sent them fuming ... she, no worse for the wear
a sly grin and a wink to her dead husband
"We've lost another one, Hubert!"
I ... ADORED her for it, and it came to be something I depended on
she was brilliant, you see ... extraordinarily so
but few people tolerated her long enough to discover it
that was her point ... and MY gift
a gift I will always ache for.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "The Lady Down The Lane" Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
Hubert awash was a Josh for his Bonn,
he was in a toss at the ton and never knew his cons,
say today that was interest and wand, that he could only shoot his lawn-
he never needed but had all his own knots for the fawns.
We have our whims with acronyms,
especially with our Presidents:
Remember JFK and RFK?
~ They paved the way for LBJ.
'Course FDR started so much more--
the AAA and the CCC
the CWA and the FHA
the NRA and the PWA
the SSA and the WPA
~and who can forget the TVA?
But after HHH got to be the VP,
he just couldn't win any more...
He couldn't beat Nixon
who used all his tricks in
proving Hubert Horatio Humphrey
~ a consummate BORE...
'Course this made Humphrey so sore,
he had to settle the score,
raspy voice from the grave risen once more:
"Seems you have yet to meet Albert GORE..."
This poem has been removed for publishing on Amazon in WW II in Poetry: Veterans Stories in Poetry, including my late father's who was a Spitfire pilot in the Nigeria Squadron. As it says at the end, "For free speech".
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Vacation in Manhattan
Thought I was going to be bored when we
Were told we were going to see
A panel hinged shutter
My speech was beginning to stutter
Jan van Eyck’s nude art I see
12/28/2015
The Ghent Altarpiece by Jan van Eyck is a very large and complex early 15th-century Early Flemish polyptych panel painting. The altarpiece comprises 12 panels, eight of which are hinged shutters
Artists: Hubert van Eyck, Jan van Eyck
Period: Northern Renaissance
Dimensions: 11' 6? x 15' 1?
He sits at a booth and orders for everyone:
"Eliza will have a strawberry lemonade
and a salad, no dressing;
Hubert will take an ice-cold beer
to wash down his steak;
my grandmother, here, will have the chicken
and green beans;
and I suppose I'd like the duck."
The waitress responds to his requests:
"I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I’m terribly confused.
I see no Eliza to serve a lemon or salad;
and Hubert’s not here to prove he’s of age.
Your grandmother, dear, I’m afraid isn’t here;
and we don’t have duck here to put on your plate.
I'm sorry to say, mister,
but you are alone.
No one is here with you tonight."
He stares up at her, baffled—
two tangled prisms absorbing dim light
"Miss, I insist, please bring me the food.
My friends and I have grown weary
from battle and war and we need to dress our wounds.
Miss, can’t you see that we’re brutally beaten?"
"Sir, I’m sorry to say that you are not damaged
or beaten in any kind of way. Your clothing is bright
and your hair is all combed.
You are still very much alone."
He stands up straight and sighs,
"a man is born alone and so, alone is how he dies."
we are one people!
earth belongs to all people!
equal rights for all!
Tribute to Hubert Humphrey, from my great State of Minnesota....I shook his hand once.
(my 350th poem on the soup!)
Oh! wind those windows down!
Gitchigumi, race your breath through my soul!
fill me with the strength your sons
Hubert and Walter gave us!
Oh Highway 61...bring me to your cliff tops,
let me feel the passion for justice
your brothers, Humphrey and Mondale gave us!
Pray I help just one unfortunate heart,
just one embittered soul....
Oh! wind those windows down!
Gitchigumi, race your breath through my soul!
-tribute to two of my heroes
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