huge hullabaloo in angel town
A jumbo jet has landed upside down
Where is the queen? We asked. Bring the crown!
She arrived minutes later, in a gold brocade gown.
Who landed this plane? She asked with a frown.
I did, said the handsome pilot, Jack T. Brown
Were any hurt? Did any get lost or drown?
Of course not, he stated. I am not a clown!
Dee wore a teeny weeny bikini
All guys on the beach whistled her keenly
She caused hullabaloo
As it was a see-through
And green-eyed gals swore at Dee obscenely.
And trees . . . a wild hullabaloo,
as I walk a loud chirping path;
deep into the forest of green,
I am delighted with bird trills.
Listen- the murmur of water,
and trees . . . a wild hullabaloo;
through the tangle a stream whispers,
I follow the gurgling water.
To the crash of the stream plunging,
it gushes, booms down jagged rocks;
and trees . . . a wild hullabaloo,
I sit near water beautiful.
The sky above is azure blue,
green forest wraps me in hued arms;
yet, in the din there is a peace,
and trees . . . a wild hullabaloo.
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July 09, 2022
Poetry/Quatern/A Loud Hullabaloo
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1472-542-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Onomatopoeia
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 07/30/2022
Hullabaloo about sin
To our soul's chagrin,
Adam and Eve's sin,
as man's fall from grace,
shrouds us in disgrace.
Biblical concept,
translation inept,
causes us to wilt
and shrivel in guilt.
Oh dear hearts, know this,
soul's love, light and bliss.
We're free like a bird,
forged from God's first Word.
Eristics dispute,
pastors substitute,
what's meant to be said ~
let's be by love led.
All that's happened is,
we've made life a quiz,
head and heart discord,
distanced from The Lord.
Fine! We lost our way,
desires made us sway
but in time we learnt
and ego chaff burnt.
There's no need to fear,
for God is so near,
in-dwelling our form,
felt as a bliss swarm.
We forgive our child,
tempestuous, wild,
so God does likewise,
for He's far more wise.
We're asked to align
with love throbs divine.
Let's do so in play,
through each night and day.
Forget about sin.
Go in now, go in
and reclaim the light,
shining within bright!
07-June-2022
There was a Halloween hullabaloo
Ghosts, goblins and a witch with face of blue.
Dracula with his fright
Danced and caroused all night
I wish I had been there; now don’t you?
the sun as witness
love birds take a solemn pledge
of fidelity
29 June 2021
Clamor, Dissonance
Hubbub, Commotion, Racket
Crash...Bang...Boom...Bam...Zonk
Into A Corner,
Of Morning Light,
God Nudges Me,
With A Beautiful Sight,
I Pay No Mind,
As It Breaks Through,
Sadness In Me,
Sticks Like Glue,
Paint Away God,
I Won't,
Enjoy The View,
God Asks,
"Whoever Heard,
Of Such Hullabaloo?"
Vickie Thayer
HULLABALOO
I smell thick and red dust
I see dark smokes grow wings
I hear the earth quakes in my stomach
I feel Lucifer's caress on my chest with fire
Mother must be somewhere, beaten and burning
Tens of homeless boys have grown in my head-
they have become touts
and hooligans.
A priest shouted:
'do not be friends with those in the world'
His words took a wrong alley on their skin
They vexed, and set God on fire.
The radio spoke yesterday, and I lost my voice
America launched the mother of all bombs-
on Syria
And Russia has taken a thorny glove
To be their brother's keeper.
Rivers are running into the arms of their banks
And inside their nails is flood.
My brother is biafran
And he was told how his fathers ran from fire
Under a less illuminated day-
half of a yellow sun.
There is noise in what these choirs sing
There won't be rapture tomorrow-
heaven, hell and earth are cities of confusion.
Crowd grows, din clamours grinds to crescendo.
Pandemonium breaks bedlam into brouhaha.
Hullabaloo and hubbub dulls the senses.
You can't think straight in all the commotion.
Vibrato rattles the brain, panic sets in.
You feel jostled and throttled by sound waves,
Can't stop the penetration of beats and throbs.
The mayhem rattles your teeth, hurts your ears
Now the hands over ears and finger prods
Don't really work any more
It's time to get out of the mosh pit,
To move way back, way further back,
Beyond the reach of speaker bang, clang, thump and bump.
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15 April 2017
The rain lashed down
Puddles of water getting deeper
The sea rolled in fury
Smashing against the rocks
Waves leaped over the wall
As the wind bellowed
Howling through the streets
The storm raged
And roared
Its temper flaring
As the water raised higher
Again and again
Soaking the ground
Already drenched
So much devastation
But the torrent carried on
As the gust whipped up
Thrashing all in sight
The hullabaloo was frightening
Bridges collapsing
Buildings flooding
Trees broken
So much havoc
That seems relentless
But stronger we stand
Against the storm
One Heck of a Hullabaloo
May be many things I know about our nation,
But why so much defamation and degradation
Infiltrating and cutting others down to ground
So they can hear another negative sound.
You might be big performer and an enactor
Why be out of your own and lack character
Become an obstacle have heard some say
Ribbing people wrong getting in their way.
We should be yelling our respect out loud
By God with unalienable rights are endowed
What we must do is proudly pray each day
And God all our sins will start washing away.
One last thing of we want you to take note
Are a democracy so you can go out and vote
May be marvelous looking woman or mum men
You have right to vote is what God did intend.
Amen to that both brother and sister;
If Army be sure to enlist him or her.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
(A hullabaloo in hotel Astor)
My wife was flat-chested I named her Monotony
Went to the hotel Astor with friend Polyphony
Polyphony was a singer
Strung up a stringer-a swinger
A hullabaloo with Polyphony's symphony
A hullabaloo in hotel Astor: Limerick©RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
14 November, 2014 Silchar, Assam, India
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