Hibbing poems on Hello Poetry

Paul Williams Jul 2010

Hibbing

Lounging on the porch steps of Dylan's old--
Riding the wind, trying to catch a drift home
Waitin' for the moment when all the dust gets blown
Down in the ground, mixin' around, never to be found
History is hidden even from the cunning
of the Fox and the Hound

The crumbled past is unwritten as the future
Just waiting for the master to piece it together
Every moment holds clues of what to do
of what there is to be done
and what there is that was done

So fire the gun and have some fun
Let the lead fly leaving ripples in the sky
Dissipating, as time blows by

These gusts give life to our strife
The tension of lust
Bends in its motion
back and forth
the instrumentation of accumulation

Molly Oct 2019

Paint the walls Pink

The cult ran our dances
They ruined
Ruined!  My memories!
My High School Experience

I wanted a
normal winter formal
that the school put on
But noooooo
The cult
The religious
Messed with my school experience

Plus they wouldn’t even let me join the cult
**** all the beautiful ****** in jobs daughters.  Which you couldn’t do.
Girls ask the Guys

No sponsor to get in
Mom find me someone!!
We have to be related somehow
Or we could lie...
I just wanted to be like my best friend.

Ancestral blood magic
They’re running everything.
Well, I’m gonna burn something
To release this.
I can’t?

Meghanne
Who is in charge?
A man without a name
The Shriners

They’re in charge
The pub
Nooooooo
You like Mike
It’s not the other one
beautiful building
And the upstairs...
You only had a dream about it
Haven’t had a party there, yet.
Not time

It’s a good place
It’s Hibbing
It doesn’t belong to them
Michael
The same name as my brother
Magic protects us

Getting old or
We all die in the Apocalypse
8 years to go
#Gretaistheshit
The last test
We have 8 years to Master this

When you’re rich you might want to
Buy him out
Well.
Idk, if I want to be a ‘bar person’
Just owning bars

Too tacky
False
Thoughts

Made the girls ask the boys
But never got over social anxiety
Sadie Hawkins would of been lame
They had an original name

Okay they’re a good organization
The cult of the Nazis
Only the pure get in
Exactly, this is what you’re up against.
America gave them all our great 3

Your dream of them last
Night
Darkness
Blood no wrong
Redness around the nursery
Sense
The darkness
His darkness
Is getting strong

The war is on
F.e.a.r.
A dream of your fears of them
Not the ones who joined
The ones who run it
Feeling a little Old Testament
Again

Drive around in silly cars
Don’t be scared we’re friendly
Evil sorcerers
We donate to charity?
Not good enough

A boys and girls club
No one gets in Alive
Next reincarnation
Hence, why I almost died, because
Of you,
And, your organization
Suicide
Not true=trying to shame you

Then
I get into your blood cult
Maybe who knows
Your Bible
Isn’t the only magic out there
They’re other Chinese gods
Were all warning
You

Gods live inside me
Or so my DNA thinks

The DNA that makes yours
Look weak

See this is a ******* stupid cult
No inclusion
Christ
Would be disappointed

That’s the point you satan worshipers
All you car about is yourselves
And your money
And your families too
What your prayers can get you
Namaste
Witches

Free Masons
What your buildings bring you
Darkness lives inside of you
Locked in
Prison

Same as me
Nooo
I hate money
Tied down
Planet

#jesus #is #hidden #and #his #name #marcus #this #life

Qualyxian Quest Oct 2019

Hibbing to Freehold to Freedom

look up, look up
Highwater Everywhere
Alive out there!

Qualyxian Quest Sep 2019

just walkin’

not much you can do about evil
he spoke the troubled (and troubling) truth

but give away your money
like Zacchaeus to the impoverished youth

I’ve been once to Minneapolis
but never Hibbing or Duluth

tonight I too Ain’t Talkin’
mystic garden gleams forsooth

Qualyxian Quest Nov 2020

Not everyone can be a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.

According to Ratatouille.

For example,

Hibbing, Minnesota.

Or

Minneapolis, Minnesota

Or

Freehold, New Jersey

Or

The Mississippi Delta

Or

Dyess, Arkansas

Etc...

preservationman Nov 2020

A PAST FROM 1947

First let me inform
1947 I was not born
This poem involves a 1947 Silversides bus that was designed in that year
Now let me preserver
As a Bus Hobbyist
The Silversides is history on every list
It was the 1960’s when my Godmother ran a Charter trip to the Dutch Country, which you know them as the Amish in Pennsylvania
It was a Red and Silver design
It looked like a Trailways fleet
But for me the bus was unique
The Silversides was the Motor coach kind
I actually rode being genuine
There was no Restroom aboard
There was Air Conditioning, but it was the season of spring on a mild day so the Air Conditioning wasn’t needed
I was enjoying riding the Silversides being a Vintage of history
I was given the opportunity to ride a bus having a past
The evolution of time that accelerated fast
But my name is on the 1947 Greyhound Silversides housed at the Greyhound Bus Museum in Hibbing, Minnesota
So I will always be reminded of vintage
The opportunity surrounding privilege
Bus Education giving me leverage

Zywa Feb 2020

Short Street

Hibbing is such a nowhere
bounded for months
by a cold that stops everything
and makes both sides of the street
disappear in snow

The resistance and the dreams
of the teenagers freeze
They keep their clothes on
in bed and have to be content
with ice flowers on the window

The neighbours live too close
to be friends
Grandma is watching them
groceries and curtains
the rain in the sky

In the morning she waves
to Albert who laughs
without teeth, he sniffs
drainpipes and marches
in time with the alphabet

You cannot live here
as a fortune-teller, you are old
within two years after school
then you must have left
or your future is known

Bob Dylan (Duluth, MN, 1941) left Hibbing, MN, in 1959

“Desolation Row” (1965, Bob Dylan)

Collection “Different times"

#society

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