Best Roar Of The Crowd Poems
The morning mists falling from Snapdragon eyes
Standing on high peaks viewing the verve of diversity
Starlit nights viewing the galactic milieu painted above
The promise once made now viewed after the rainstorm…
In these moments I see the Almighty
The bellow of anguish in the tears of the children
A racking widow held up as she faces her spouse’s sepulcher
Victims calling to God in the smoldering ruins of a battle
Helpless and lost ones asleep on heating grates in December...
In these moments suffering is all too real
Arizona’s painted desert at the moment of dusk’s zenith
The Atlantics glass rolling waves on the shores of Cape Ann
My daughters absolute trust as she sleeps upon my chest
The Rocky Mountain winds hushing the Ponderosa Pines…
In these moments I sense true peace
When “I Love You” first looked at me with untainted eyes
The moment I heard my child’s voice for the first time
That first springtime morning awakened by soft Popinjay rhythm
The roar of the crowd during a spring training game…
In these moments I find the Joy of living
Searching my life I put these puzzle pieces together…
Only to find these moments define the man I’ve become
Wishing I could be anywhere but right here,
On a dream bathed with barley and low lined cloud.
Relishing nature's eagerness to endear,
Leaving the busyness and roar of the crowd,
Delighting in vast small grain fields freshly plowed.
Ceasing to care of expectations once placed,
Rising only to meet the next mallard called.
Unfathomable desolation embraced,
In fresh cut grain stubble fields with decoys sprawled.
Sightseeing along a section line road, not showing on any of a map,
Expecting Fall’s migration to explode, with a north Canadian cold snap
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The Colosseum, welcome young gladiator,
To the arena of death, sharpen thy sword, and raise
Your shield high, bow to the emperor, known as
Caesar.
Listen to the mighty roar of the crowd surrounding
You, is it not a deafening sound, seemingly, by it's sheer
Force alone, causing the earth to shake around thee.
Behold you've been chosen to compete, in this the
Cathedral of crushed bones and mangled flesh.
Here where victory's foe, may drown beneath a
River of red crimson, from his own brethren kindred.
A marble lain thunder dome, to quench humanities
Insatiable lust, for blood's sport, torture and mayhem.
The deadly game meant to appease, the crowd,
And high born bred royal, and nobility.
Behold the grand delusion put on full display,
As the Christian Martyr, falls upon his crucifix
Of faith, embracing salvation, to cultivate
A new religion, yielded by the mortal
Fleshes sacrifice.
Dine well king of beasts, smiling with a cattish,
Grin, of sheer delight, licking his paws after
The feast set before him, is done with it's screaming.
Trumpets sounding horns, announce the next act,
To step forward upon this stage of twisted reality.
Be bold youthful Gladiator, for experiences sword
Arm faces opposite of thee, waiting for the signal
To be given from above.
Clashing titan's of survival, warriors with weapons
Drawn, leaving no quarters for retreat, mercy's resolve,
Lies only at the sharpened edges blade point.
It is to the triumphant, goes victory's spoils,
He whom receives, the thumbs downwards sign, lives.
A heroic image, limping and bloody, half falling
To his knees, to bow unto the majesty and might
Of Rome itself.
Achieving the greatest prize of all, to live
And see another days dawning,
And fight another battle,
Within this ancient mausoleum of doom.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The steps of the stage make a sound so crude
The scratch of the speaker gets me right in the mood
The tuning of the instruments is soothing to my ear
The humming of the chorus takes away my pain and fear
I'm flying with music all night long
I'm flying with the lyrics of this song
I'm flying with the rhythm towards the sky
I'm flying in the melody and my heart knows why
This number always releases my inner chains
The beat of the drums is the pulse of my veins
The striking of the keys always takes me higher
The riff of the guitar sets my soul on fire
I'm flying with music all night long
I'm flying with the lyrics of this song
I'm flying with the rhythm towards the sky
I'm flying in the melody and my heart knows why
The roar of the crowd tells me what's in store
Its time to rock and roll as I count from one to four
The harmony of the band will take away my hurt
My life and love is playing a live concert
I'm flying with music all night long
I'm flying with the lyrics of this song
I'm flying with the rhythm towards the sky
I'm flying in the melody and my heart knows why
For most of his
Bumming around days
He was lost
In dead end jobs
Once in the gym
He became a silhouette of youth
Weaving like a cobra
Slipping
Countering
Learning how to hook
Footwork and poise
A moving target
Possessing speed
And brutal power
Waiting
To connect
On
Flesh and bone.
All his life
He searched for what was missing
His dream
Was to be champion
Months
Years of solitary training
Was the price he gladly paid.
The ring waited
Patiently
Knowing that he lived for the moment
When all was a blur
Of sudden activity
Moving shadows
And the roar of the crowd.
Years go by
Another decade
Another time
The city moves on
In a singular rhythm all its own
For him
Time now stands still
In a quiet place
Of warm sunlight
Streaming through an open window
A place of
Old fight posters
And faded photographs.
He won a title
Had good times
Some laughs
Traveled with an entourage
Met the famous
Parties came and went
And so did his money.
Holding the yellowed clipping
The old thrill
Returned
He felt strong again
The bright lights were on
The roar of the crowd
Was louder than he ever remembered
The smart money and the ladies were in front
All eyes on him
Bobbing and weaving in the empty gym
He stopped to catch his breathe
Raising his hands in triumph
He knew that in the bottom of his gut
No matter what anyone said or did
In the ring
He had fought and lived like a champion.
Hurray" our national pastime has arrived,
Hot dogs, beer, peanuts, baseball is here, surprise'
Follow your favorite team, Yankees, Dodgers, Arizona, whoever,
Our nation loves this sport, probably it will go on forever.
Our national pastime starts with the fans,
Steroids finally addressed and put to rest, the drug use is now banned'
Cheering, the roar of the crowd,
Rah' Rah' Rah' Baseball should be proud'
The gift given to youngsters, as their eyes shine,
As their heroes play to prime-time.
It gives chills to them, to see the season finally start,
It lifts youngsters hearts, to see their heroes play with heart.
Have fun all, and let the games begin,
In each city, hopes and dreams, for their city's baseball team, to win.
God has blessed America, and we must never forget,
Baseball is a distraction, a 3 and half hour game, that brings smiles to elderly and the
younger set.
It binds our nation, in its spectacle, and grace,
A diversion from our national troubles, on with the pennant race.
But, never forget God's gift to all,
To allow us this diversion, this spectacle called baseball.
I could smell the ballpark in my glove
Lose myself in the crooked sky above
Hear the roar of the crowd in my bat
Oblivious to your epitaph called stats
Dreaming a dream, called baseball
But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees
So you bought a curse named Ruth
Not to mention 26 Octobers to boot
Did you do it to spite this game
Integrity sold for the price of fame
Dreaming a dream, called baseball
But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees
You built a cathedral from which to boast
Helped the Babe exorcise Gehrig’s ghost
Buried Maris beneath a Mantle of shame
Sleeping with a bottle and two dames
Dreaming a dream, called baseball
But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees
Joltin Joe swinging that Marilyn clout
The mighty Casey you struck out
Too old for a springtime affair
Welcome Jeffrey Maier
Dreaming a dream, called baseball
But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees
Three times a charm in the Bronx zoo
Reggie’s knockin them out, Billy too
Who needs a bookie if you have a boss
You can bet you’re fired after a loss
Dreaming a dream, called baseball
But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees
Beware the seduction of pinstripe sin
Immortalized by Jeter’s cocky grin
Four more pennants in five years time
Selling out is winning’s soul crime
Dreaming a dream, called baseball
But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I say
Damn Yankees
So tell me George, when will it end
Is 200 million a salary cap or a trend
If it’s a general manager you seek
I hear the Devil comes real cheap
Dreaming a dream, called baseball
But that was all taken from me
From an evil that does not sleep
Forgive me if I pray
Damned Yankees
I could smell the ballpark in my glove
Lose myself in the crooked sky above
Hear the roar of the crowd in my bat
Oblivious to your epitaph called stats
Dreaming a dream, called baseball
~*~
Father gave me life
his love fills my heart with joy
my Daddy is best
~*~
the roar of the crowd
the crack of the bat it’s gone
baseball Dad and me
~*~
celebration day
he’s the king of the castle
Father’s Day today
~*~
sad rain chills my bones
the strength he gave holds back tears
Heaven is his home
~*~
he lives on through me
his proud name I will carry
Junior’s destiny
~*~
a message from Heaven words from my Father
he always had the last word
and still does those words are
"Father's Day"
~*~
~~**~~
you are days my glowing bright daze
you are my night my shinning armored knight
you are my son my daily rising sun
you are my peace you are the final piece
Every day is Father's Day
~~**~~
Inspired by the song “In the living years”
The Bronc Buster’s Boogie is danced every day
From Calgary & Cheyenne to way down Arizona Way
You size up your bucking partner & set your rigging right
Then settle in for a wild dance, make sure you hold on tight
That boogie begins with a 3/4 beat, as you & that bronc start to spin
Him with a mind to send you soaring & you with a mind to win
Three bone jarring leaps & a hoof tap tango, as that bronc heads for the sky
That bronc has a lot of fire & heart & that Cowboy, a lot of try
Your eyes are focused between his ears, every muscle tensed & strained
If you have to ask why its done, there ain’t no need to explain
You pitch & sway to a rhythm & a song only heard by the bronc & you
When that buzzer sounds, with a leap of faith, you soar in to the deep wide blue
So plays out the Bronc Buster Boogie in arenas big & small
The roar of the crowd after a winning ride is the sweetest music of all
The glimmering light of a full moon or a beautiful sunrise
Doesn’t affect me like when I look in to your eyes
The light blue sky the deep blue sea
Doesn’t come close to what you do to me
The wonders of this world are amazing to see and do
But there is simply just no comparison to you
A walk on the beach makes me feel grand
But its nothing like the touch of your hand
The sound of music sends me on a relaxing path
But it doesn’t rank higher that the sound of your laugh
The wonders of this world are amazing to see and do
But there is simply just no comparison to you
My favorite all time hobby or the elation of vacation trips
They will never hold the same excitement of the kiss of your lips
When I’m watching my favorite home team win and I hear the roar of the crowd
It doesn’t hold a candle to you saying I love you out loud
The wonders of this world are amazing to see and do
But there is simply just no comparison to you
Four-Door Racer
My daddy owned a four-door racing machine
Scared my mother to death when he lived out his dream
He loved to race at speeds known to few
Despite mother’s objection, that’s what he’d do
He’s shine and wax that racing car
In hopes that someday it would take him far
On the track is where he loved to be
Screams from the audience, he loved to see
Mom would be so nervous; she would close her eyes
Each time that dad would go racing by
And each time I’d hear her pray
To bring him safely back her way
But one-day mom’s worst fears were realized
When dad hit the wall, you could here the cries
I was too young to understand what was going on
Until I hear her cry that he was gone
A week later we laid him in the ground
With all his racing buddy standing around
I tried to comfort mom all I could
As frozen in front of his grave she stood
That was five years ago now, but it feels like yesterday
His racing car still in the garage in a permanent stay
Mom begs me never to go inside
But every so often I go and hide
Mom fears I’ll be just like him
She says she could never to through it again
But when I get behind the wheel of that racing car
My imagination tends to wonders far
Dreams of speed and the roar of the crowd
In my mind it sounds so loud
My daddy’s dreams passed down to me
When I’m older, a racer I’ll be
City Girl-Country Girl
I swore I would never live in a small town.
I wanted noise, people and the
roar of the crowd.
Crowded restaurants, highways,
Exhaust fumes galore.
Sounds of police cars all over
town.
Lounges, theaters and 24 hour
anything!
Those bright lights, you know?
And twenty-four action, no matter
where you go.
I never dreamt I would end up
in agricultural, wine-country
USA.
Here, street lights are not ugly,
bright and garish.
As for churches, there are many
to choose from and to cherish.
No security cameras in unwanted
places to get your mugshot, how
disgraceful that is!
Where verdant trees grow and
gardens bloom year round.
125 varieties of grapes, too?
Ga-zounds!
And stores are not jammed and
parking for all abounds.
Where all in my neighborhood
wave as we pass each other in
snow free cars.
And life is more than good here.
It grows by leaps and bounds.
Have to say...life here is more
than heavenly and a daily treat!
July 11, 2019
Noon PST
With the crack of my whip the roar of the crowd fell silent
But the roars of the beasts reverberated throughout the circus tent
I was the new Lion Tamer, and I had seven lions under my spell
Was it an illusion?, I wondered, but could anyone tell?
These lions could attack at any time, but on that thought I didn't dwell
As music played, the first trick was completed, now on to the next
I noticed a lion that seemed eager to get his regal respect..
He charged very quickly... I barely had time...
But a crack of my whip kept the ferocious feline in line
The crowd roared... so far everything was going fine
Next time he charged I wasn't as quick
He clamped down on my hand!, and this was no trick
After they sprayed him with water, I was released by the beast
Before of me, he had made a feast...Good Grief!
Humbled and bloodied, but alive, I breathed a sigh of relief
My stint as a Lion Tamer would be no less than brief!
Neither tulip nor daffodil
not bluebells on my windowsill
Not the longer days
nor the sun’s warm rays
Neither puddles to splash in
nor love's urgent passion
Not the baby carriages
or April marriages ...
But the roar of the crowd
The crack of the bat
O’er the land of the free
Baseball’s back!
The crack of the bat,
The roar of the crowd,
The smell of the earth,
In these hallowed fields.
The taste of the hotdog,
The sun in my face,
The warm gentle breeze,
In these hallowed fields.
The windup of the pitcher,
The call of the ump,
The anger of the batter,
In these hallowed fields.
The cheer of good friends,
The closeness of family,
The kiss of my spouse,
In these hallowed fields.