Official Hub Poet
69Sigmund Freud said; "..everywhere I go a poet has been there before me.."
An Editor reviewing my stuff recently said to me that all the poems I have here are blood and guts and I thought no... but then looking at this current list, maybe. There are some nice soft fluffy poems here also... like;-
Hub Poet's Job description:
to contribute a minimum of one poem per day written about one or more of the following;-
a. the Hub & its environs
b. a relatively esoteric topic
c. political comment
d. love or something like it
Drax on Assignment
delightful delicious Diabetes Diet
butterfly chicken breasts in a bikini
flying around the skillet
I spear them with toothpicks
weighed down with heavy bouillon
the davy jones locker for you lot
I tossed them in the water
boiling barbados water shimmering simmering
I poked them with a tender fork
and ate the toothpicks carefully
delightful delicious Diabetes Diet
Brainiac has this recipe for Chicken Breasts with Carrot and Zucchini Stuffing, it was the mention of the butterfly that did it.. just launched me on a flight of fancy... this sounds seriously tasty, no not the poem the chicken.
really cool web-programmer
I am a really cool web-programmer
i can't spell but what the hell
I am a really cool web-programmer
i has been hear the their and eferywhere
if ur sight needs reability
then me i will reabilly it four yu
i like bee make stiong site
I am a really cool web-programmer
Background to this poem
On Goga's site in his profile he says;
Web-programmer. I am a really cool web-programmer. So, i has expireience in development of internet-trading systems with strong requirements for speed and reability. If you want to make a very stiong site - please mail me.
- well Goga's a web-programmer
a poem for Goga, (which he might not like) but sure you can see I make spelling mistakes too..
Baby to Chyna Doll
Background to this poem
Chyna Doll is young & pregnant
She said;
..but the worse of it is when the baby is moving around inside and 'kicks' really hard which causes me to groan! :s Sometimes I wish this baby was out of me now!...
Chyna Doll is young and pregnant
and for the lonely hearts
If I
if I was a bird
you are the colour on my wings
if I was a fish
you are the rainbow on my back
if I was the land
you are the flower growing in me
if I was a star
you are the light shining from me
if I was a song
you are my music
if I was that boy
you are my girl
if
if only
if onlythe hub poet gets connected
i was really connected
Amazon were a big help to me
providing glorious inspiration...
well no not really
more like ad cash for the poor poet
picking probably the perfect pseudomyn
ratings rising pespiring pespiring
then sideswiped usb'd ko'd
as D-Link Netgear Iogear showed up
led by the infamous Putt Putt
anybody else but Putt Putt
the final insult
who wants to be a hub clown
that'll only bring a frown
hey folks this network's down
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pan shot of sad hub poet limping off into the sunset
Comments
Hey Brainiac, thanks - my pleasure, all evening I was thinking about this recipe, must 'try' and make it... keep them coming !
Regards
Drax
Robert Berns was a your compatriot/countryman?
Hey Goga
no, I'm from Ireland...
It's a mega creatiff ! Great thanks...
Hey Goga ???????, I'm glad you like it...
Hi there, I do not think I made it into your qualification of poetry. I thought that instead I would comment on the time it takes for one to see and notice what is really beauty and what we truly behold just because we are told that it is beautiful. What do you think? My poem: Sought After
Sought After
Tries at fixing what was never broken.
Trying so hard that it affixes itself into a method.
Methodically and on instint,
I become what you tore apart.
Just to make it all up in your world,
in pieces of your picture perfect -the meaning.
To have all of it become to you so worthy of praise and attention,
I blend in with your angels and stand out inapt.
It cannot always be so becommingly beautiiful
when one stands out as applied intent in mishaps gone unnoticed.
There's worlds that I can only attain with my focus
at attention.
Wolds so far away from it all that enraptures your very mind.
The lust
The hunger
The thirst
The sight of you merging into I...everso breathless,
even when I do not breathe you in.
The delight in your eyes before you exhale a pleasure,
The light it fades in order to focus your vision...silence.
Measures of inaptitude held up for comparrison of lesser values you hold high.
Highs that level a stood for moment in time,
as tries.
Only tries in your world that notices only
the time it takes to recreate another time gone by.
Seek to find
when the time sees you
in its' demise.
Then, time flies by....
miahbell this is great - it is your poetry, no-one can really define what is and what is not poetry since it is such an individual thing, you should publish this on your hub pages....
keep writing poetry and reading poetry since this is the only way to develop and grow...
ciao drax...
Of course you know Sigmund Freud snorted enough Cocaine to kill a horse and spent his later life pining over another man instead of his wife. Why anyone would lie down on a couch and let a man like that know their deepest secrets is beyond me. A real shrink told me one time that I was depressed. I told her that I was not depressed and so she said that I was in denial also and I said, "But I've never been to Egypt". I got rid of more Quacks that way. And have you ever heard of a little thing called a rhyme scheme? You should try it some time and check out my only entry so far. Bloody Mornin' Woman under Songs and Poems.
thanks for this Rosco...
Comments
Aww, that was very sweet of you Drax to write a poem about my unborn baby! I like it and it describes what's going on inside very well!
- S
Hi Chyna doll I'm glad you like it.. go raibh maith agat... (irish for thanks a lot)
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I'm a big poetry fan. We'll we see a poem a day?
I nominate you as official hubpages poet. Anyone second it?
Hey Shopper,
thanks for the vote of confidence andyes a poem a day or 5 poems a week.
Love your poems, but there a little hard to find. You might want to make each poem a new Hub and then group them together.
thanks for that, suggestion :-) I was wondering what to do as it expands since navigating gets to be a pain, must try this.. thanks much
It is difficult to find your poem of the day and I really enjoy them. On the edit page of your hubs you can create a group. It's at the top of the page where the tabs say, "Settings, Summary Text, Group, Help". Click on the "Group" tab and you can create a poetry group that links them all together. Then on your hubs your readers can either use the drop down box to the right of your title or the "next" or "previous" links at the bottom of the hub. P.S. I really liked your ideas about how schools/classrooms could use HubPages!
Robin thanks very much for this, I never 'noticed' that ! Trying to balance writing poetry with writing Hubs and so far hubs are winning. Thanks for the vote of confidence on the hubs for schools, I think they would be a brilliant tool.
Hub Poet's Job description:
to contribute a minimum of one poem per day written about one or more of the following;-
a. the Hub & its environs
b. a relatively esoteric topic
c. political comment
d. love or something like it
something like it, indeed. well put. I continue to delight in your way with wordz. I'm enjoying your hub site.
thank you.. friend.. Drax
thank you.. friend.. Drax
congrats on your one year hub pages anniversary. if I wrote anymore, I would write a time machine and crawl in it and do most of the past year again - frozen sparrow love during the time of the revolution. it was really lovely. no. better than that. parts of it were perfect.
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Brainiac says:
2 years ago
Hmm... I thought the recipe looked tasty, but it sounds even better now. Thanks for the poem.