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Feathered Creatures Hub
“In all things of nature there is something of the marvellous.“ Aristotle
Birds
arouse
sweet cadence.
They soar and glide
in vivid feather.
Their mellow chirps infuse
a mint green orchard setting.
As that robin, grey cheek, blue tweet,
or an nightingale’s unearthly chant,
those silver throated ushers are a boon.
Date Of Poem Submission To Poetry Soup
22nd of May 2020. 22/5/2020
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The Hub Of The Earth, I
Some vehicle screeches toward soundless nights,
a wheel cover errant for intimacy,
as it settles midst different roadside slights.
The decreasing engine roars criminally,
pruned for a snapshot temporal existence,
the bright hub unpolishes pitilessly.
The earth's orphans coexisting subsistence,
under new suns and periodical moons,
melts in a blink of an eon insistence.
Meddling miners carved canyons, felled forest looms,
a blue world shadows as a universe watch,
sculpt mountains, charcoal skies, oily oceans, dooms.
A womb will reinvent the species that botch,
our metamorphosis cast a new sasquatch.
2021 March 13
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Mar 20)
~~Brian Strand
A car rolls into a soundless night,
Its light sends a bursting view of overhanging growth,
In a microcosm succession of descending seconds,
Pruned for a snapshot temporal existence,
Till all is rendered back to the void of night.
Sounds of rolling wake the void,
'Tis but a wheel cover errant for intimacy,
The road approves its adoption,
As it settles amongst other roadside neglects,
Earth's orphans coexisting under new sun's and periodical moon's.
Dull chrome insulted by grey matter and passing ignorance,
Melts in a blink of an eon as inherent elements being nursed,
A rebirth phenomenon after being ripped from its womb,
As meddling minds, carve out canyons and canvases felled trees,
Sculpture mountains, etch on charcoal skies, paint from oiled oceans,
All from a dark planet behind a concealed metal mask and chromed artificial air tanks,
That all were at one time...
...an errant orphaned wheel cover.
2019 September 19
Hoping my complement of words compliment your time:
[The man] from
Cape Town came down
was a Dutch Boer much more
likely be less lightly
[demand] his
boar who bore
his own way in and weigh in.
The Boer was allowed to speak aloud
and he laughed when he left,
but was bored when he board
the plane but a plain man
who was a former farmer
and he rose like all heroes
except when they accept
they need the doe-like when they knead the dough
was too high a price to pay, so he bought a cheap toupee
and crossed aisles row by row
and crossed isles shore by shore
he rent-a-car and went by car
and rode on a road, ahead ... and saw a head!
Aghast! He stepped on ... a gas pedal
where metal met mettle
going off course on the coarse roadside.
He could hear wheels whet off the wet edge of the road
He had to sell his cell phone to pay for the room
The maid made the call to the police
The cops were told over cups of coffee
He read the report and signed it with red ink
All know that there's no way he'll forget it soon
They said, "A lesson that never lessen, our hour is up, good night--whether the weather holds."
The waitress said, "Some night, the sum is on the house."
He waste away his waist that day
At the docks, he saw ducks and first they were geese
He got the que to stand in the queue as those who were through threw in their shoe and shoo
Clerk, "Destination?" "I'll be headin' for the British Isle."
Clerk, "Cheers and goodbye." "Cheap, was a good buy!"
IN THE HUB
Pounding in the hub of his chest —
a ruby, as red as a polished apple.
The mellifluous heart of mercy’s chapel.
Guardian wings with a royal crest.
A multiflora rose adorns the angel’s coat.
Rapturous hues viciously protect any threats.
With no need to keep up, perfectly set —
crowned with a golden halo that floats.
The manifest expanse of his wings
flutters only for the boy always in trouble.
His emboldened hands manage double,
this guardian who faithfully clings.
8/21/2019
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019- Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor, Dear Heart
The Hub
By: Tom Wright
New Years Day 1998
New Year's day is here again,
once more a year is spent.
Alone I now sit wondering,
just where all my time went?
Another year older I am now,
but that's no great big deal.
For my life's but a tiny spoke,
that helps make up God's, wheel.
To last years past I now look,
recalling good times that I had.
But then I start to recollect,
those things that make me sad.
I'm thinking now of those gone on,
of misfortune that's taken place.
Still wondering why it had to be,
I suddenly see God's, face.
So quickly He reminds me now,
not to question but that's no rub.
That in His mighty plan of things,
I'm but a spoke and He's the Hub.
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