MFB III-Poet, Artist, ETC.-CREATOR-Extraordinaire

MFB IIIFrom United States111 Followers1383 HubsJoined 6 months ago

I'm just reporting the facts and I should not receive a raise in pay for this!

Once again to my friends on hubpages- I apologize that this hub is not about you. You are certainly worthy.

I have these "triggers" that are very much like "trigger's that cause migraines. I've had those too. These "hub triggers" trigger hub-creating beyond my control.

A short while back I uncontrollably created a hub about Rossimobis. This is the same uncontrollable "tic" that is forcing me to create a hub about MFB III.

I am slow to create a hub about a hubber. It seems that the "hub-police" should see to this. So I wait and nobody does a "needed hub" that I have no doubts about being a "much-needed-hub". So here I am again.

I know little about MFB III. I'm cautious about asking what the initials represent. He's a former jarhead.

As of today, March 30th, MFB has 1383 hubs! He has 1383 hubs!

MFB III has some of the most beautiful poetry I've ever read.

The profile of MFB III reads:

"Poet, artist, songwriter, guitarist, vocalist, actor, teacher, newspaper columnist. I have done artwork for the White House-during the Clinton era, I have also done artwork that was sent to the Ground Zero clergy division, in the form of a pin, (see Photo) which were handed to the rescuers coming out of the pit.

I produced 1,500 pins hand-sculpted from clay, each of them extremely unique for the 10th anniversary of the Race For The Cure. I have written over 4,400 poems, as well 187 songs, and have spent years in the music and art fields."

MFB IIIFrom United States111 Followers1383 HubsJoined 6 months ago

The music above is as I see MFB III with his talents.

It's like seeing 50 Caliber with a 50 Caliber!

He's rapid fire!

Poet, artist, songwriter, guitarist, vocalist, actor, teacher, newspaper columnist.

He produced 1,500 pins hand-sculpted from clay. He wrote over 4,400 poems and 187 songs!

It came in a

strange black box,
that appeared

out of nowhere,
right next to
another box

I'd cherished
that sat on

my mantle
for so long,

since 1997.

Its unexplainable

presence piqued

my curiosity,
and so I opened

it carefully
a bit leery of

its contents.

Suddenly a warmth
overwhelmed me

as a voice
emitted from

within that said,

"I just wanted

you to know,
how much

I love you,

it's very nice here,
I am doing fine,

and I have

prepared a room
just for you the

next time we

are together."

Then I felt a

soft kiss on

my cheek,
as I closed

the lid, and sat

in shock
on the chair

behind me.

You see,

it was my

precious Mom
who was taken

so suddenly,
sending me a

message from beyond,
left lying next to
her cremated

remains.

It was the
ultimate

voice mail.

When I

opened it again,
there was only silence,
much like what I'd endured
since death claimed her.

I wiped a tear,

and smiled
my heart relieved,

as I placed this

precious voice-box,
next to the ashes
of what was no more.

©-MFB III

Perhaps I'll include two more poems. It's such a hard decision. I love so much stuff here on hubpages and for different reasons.It is hard to choose my favorite.

MFB III has the range. He has the eyes of a soldier, a sufferer, a lover, a child, etc. He can see so much that I cannot- so many various and sad and beautiful things. MFB puts it all into words that I wish I had.

MFB III, like Rossimobis, has the "sight" that I do not. They are like me and they are not!

He paced the

bamboo box,

just east of freedom,
a prisoner of war

for sixteen months.
He methodically walked,

in a stooped position,
back and forth,

back and forth.
One direction

in his mind was

to his front door,
where his wife

was waiting with

warm open arms.
Another was to

his favorite restaurant
where piles of

steaming delights

awaited
his rice and

maggot weary palette.
His third set of steps,

led to his mom and dad,
of course he didn't know that,
that path now would

lead to their graves,
they died four weeks ago,

days apart.
His fourth paced

pattern was out of
his hellhole with

joyous leaps.

sadly they came for him

with orders to ship him
to Saigon, for further

interrogation and torture,

He bolted 16 steps

as they opened the door,
that caged him, before an

AK-47 opened his back,
and left him dying

in the jungle rot.

He had a smile

on his lips,

as he died which puzzled
the enemy greatly,

but he had found a new path,
to an open gate above,

as heaven offered him
old friends, and family,

scrumptious food,
and freedom with

wings forevermore.

©-MFB III

I know I'll be

sitting in the
cheap seats, if I finally reach
the grand stage of heaven.

I've often traded the
gods of rock and roll
for any higher power
in the me, myself and

I-pod of my soul.

Imbibed on

pagan herbs
and fornicated

like a rabbit.

This then is

my confession,
publicly begging

forgiveness.

But no matter
where I have to sit,
in whatever back row
of the nose bleed section.
I plan on taking a
huge leap into

the modge pit,
and dancing with

some heavenly angels.

Hopefully

I'll have wings,
and the gates

of hell will
be locked far below.

If any of you

get there early,
catch me if you can.

©-MFB III

I got back to page 48 on MFB III's hub. I was just one third through his incredibly vast inventory of "pages" of poems. There are three poems on many of his hubs.

If you like poetry. check MFB III out.

If you'd like to write better poetry- check MFB III out!

Unfortunately the greatness of MFB III has not rubbed off on me.

Through reading the poetry of MFB III I am enriched!

MFB III seems "automatic" to me. I know that he has been "cultivated" for many years. His talents are talents but hey need work and nourishment!

So I have a couple of videos to honor his "automatic rapid fire" which has taken years and hard work- and talent!

Now ya'll git on over there to MFB III's place and check him out!

And -happy trails everybody!

The hubs just below belong to MFB III: