Best Yowls Poems
Azure-accentuated ambiance awaits aspiring artists
Baby’s birth brings blessings, blowing boredom-blues
Cool calmness charms circumspect chefs to create cuisine cravings
Daybreak dos and don’ts discipline drivers from direction-dazzles
Enlightenment-exercise empowers engineers in their endeavors...
Fiery fluorescent fearlessness fuels firefighters’ faith-fortitude’s fervor
Glowing grace of God gears guardians for guiding governance
Hope highlights health-helpers’ handlings midst heightened heaviness
Illumined instructors inspire with their influence-iridescence
Justice-jubilation juxtaposed with jurisprudence-judgment joins jury...
Kaleidoscopic kindness-keys keep kinship’s knot kindling
Light’s luster leads liberation-lovers to lift the lamenting and lowly
Morning’s majestic magnificence moves mothers with mercies'* might
Nourishing nurses’ nurture and nature negates night’s negligence
Overwhelming opportunities open officials for output-optimization...
Peace-packed period pulls prayer-partners into Providence presence
Quality quotes quiet the querulous' qualms and quixotics' questions
Redolent reflections refocus reviewers against regretful reveries
Spiritual songs by soprano soloists shut silence-stillness
Triumphant thanksgiving tops tight timetable of tenacious teachers...
Ultimate urgency upholds undaunted umpires unto usefulness
Verses vanquish vanities vying against vision of the victors
Watchfulness warmth wakes the weary to welcome words of wisdom
X rays of ‘xpertise ‘xamination x-out ‘xpectations for a Xanadu
Yes-yells yearn for youth yielded yeah-yowls from yesterdays’ yets
Zion's zephyr zooms the zealously zestful to zenith of prize-zillions!!!
*Lamentations 3:22-23 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning:
great is thy faithfulness.
Abecedarian and alliteration forms
July 28, 2018
Edited on May 19, 2022
1st place, "ABCEDARIAN POEM" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 6/4/2022.
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undulating yowls
both sides of my hemispheres
reverberates through the ears
sadness
rejection
continuously play
the mind longs for its most melodious display
nature sings in sweet harmony with every raindrop
amidst the howl of the gale
whimpering of leaves
drives all the cicadas into their unpleasant sleep
sweetest warbles of the wrens
coos of other birds
flapping wings of butterflies
the enticing smiles of every colorful flower
I can’t hear
sounds trampled by the laughter of the rolling thunder
through monstrous work load
wreathed my freedom and hope
yet, I snuggle in the silence of my heart
listening
winnowing the throbs
clearing head to dross
swotting
disregard the trifling thud
with the viewing of sunrise
reaching out the synchronizer of nature
it’s a comforting feeling
trickling and flowing like dew
from tributary down to the threshold of sweetest mellowed treble
tasting the most scrumptious spiritual beauty
just within
in every garden
always
there is a beautiful music to be heard
but the heart has to be kept deep in silence
enough to hear it
and find joy
in life
in this world.
April 12,2014 2.20pm
-sharing an old poem. this poem didn't earn any dollars or cents :))) It was just asked by one of our dear great poets and authors to publish it and it was also an honor for me.
Second Place
Contest: A Million Dollar Poem Contest #1
Judged: 6/12/2015
Sponsors: My dearest fave poet sisters PD and Skat
Once upon a time
Distant memories
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest fragment of a breeze alerts
The senses whistling
Melodies explode
Through the branches leaves lament
Observing nature's space hold in colors
Fruit of tenderness
Mellow your sunshine
Blossoms love supreme touching
Fingers raise deep golden feelings yearning
Addresses one's heart
Lonely dust remains
Breathing breathless light explores
In darkness echoes bounce off deep caverns
Cold howling shivers
Devouring warm blood
Into the bones whistling ice
Winds voice of the lost souls' eyes turn bright green
As the spirit leaves
Dark moldy shadows
Light of moon sources cravings
Beauties kiss eclipses rose bleeds scarlet
Immortal heartbeats
Life stops ticking bang
Seduced black velvet pleasure
Sinking fangs into the succumbing heart
Drum beats slow echo
Fallen unchained truths
Slithering lizards crawling
Underneath the skin a beastly vision
Storm roars through timbers
Translucent blood slime
Flowing toxic energy
Mutating hollers screech into wolf moon
Scalding hot flames breathe
When red embers burn
Into the lustful ashes
Born inside scarred remains breathing wounds
An itch that scratches
Onto the mindset
Greenish cornea expands
Opening curtains in a split second
Haunting prey on light
Affliction of need
Rasping rattle in the throat
Death yowls airless scream without sun visions
A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid and Angeline Lim
You feel your body falling in blackness.
You snatch your shoulder to the right.
The nausea stops.
The bottomless pit is hell.
Do not enter the midnight.
Up in the window, stands a coyote.
His teeth are bared in detestation.
He howls his satanic verses.
Abomination is his curse.
Do not confront this animal.
Life fades.
Humankind is mentally dead.
They have goaded the animals with the splicing of human brain.
A dog walks with the persona of man.
Do not speak to him.
In the hollow of a tree with leaves as a covering, lies a wolf.
Her teeth are gleaming as she slyly looks.
She stands and yowls her satanic verses.
Atrocity is her hatred.
Do not attack.
Run as fast as you can.
Satan is on a journey to win.
Shout for the Holy Spirit to enter.
Abhor venerating the regards of our creator.
Do this to be save.
Satanic verses you hear in the howls and yowls of the pacts.
They speak in tongue about your nicks and knacks.
Purloins humankind has become by affronting the world the omnipotent formed.
The great divided is no more.
Satanic verses are the faunas’ voices.
Beware the midnight!
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Penned on May 27, 2014!|
The poor man on the street
With threadbare dress and blistered feet
'Tis his slogan, he howls,
"I feel hungry, my stomach growls."
The rich man sits to eat
With silken dress and stockinged feet
Tells after his plateful,
"I'm not hungry, my stomach's full."
The poor man sits and begs
For some leftover food and dregs
In his poor broken bowls,
"I feel hungry, my stomach growls."
The rich man's enjoying,
He's had his three course meal full swing,
Says, "I've had plentiful,
I'm not hungry, my stomach's full."
He'll never understand
(He's not hungry, his stomach's crammed)
Why that poor weak man yowls,
"I feel hungry, my stomach growls."
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19.11.16
The war-dogs chew at the throat of Man,
Killing as canines can,
With drooling jowls and fetor that fouls
The air, with harrowing warrior-howls--
They herald the End with their yelps and yowls.
Some cat entered my room one night
I thought it was a ghost
It smelled like something had just died
But I must oblige my guest as the host
I turned on the light and there it was
An obnoxious opossum at best!
Whoa! Forget my host duties, cous!
Take the room—I’m an unhappy guest!
I left the house with a shutter
Before I realized I was heavily surrounded
By cats on all sides, up and under
The house they had all just rounded!
In truth I was perturbed on all levels
That I began to realize in horror
That damn opossum had spawned these little devils!
And tonight I must end this terror!
I then ran straight to the kitchen
Aware of the opossum inside
If I give up the tuna and ditch um’
Perhaps I’ll escape this night alive
The persistent cats scratched at the holes
Those buggers—those meddlers!
They could have been thieves—if not trolls!
Their yowls would scare sumo wrestlers!
Worst of all in this dilemma
Tomorrow was grocery day
There were no more cans of tuna
All my fish had swam away!
Somehow one got in
And the rest came barreling through
I ran toward my room to him
The opossum looked so distressed and blue
The little beady eyes pierced my soul
And I knew from then on he was my friend
He only meant to hide from the furry little trolls
And escape a most pitiful end!
I made up my mind at last
And picked up my trusty broom
Come on in—I dare yah tah pass!
Ain’t no feline coming through this room!
Glowing eyes burned with intent
And the yowling grew loud as hell
The little bullies think they can take my guest!
They’ll fly like birds they will!
That night was a battle like none other
A battle I will proudly say I won
I gained the friend of my life—a brother
My pet’s a load of fun!
As much as I love a neighbor cat
They are a little scary as a race
Thankfully a broom will push them back
And put them in their place
My opossum is a sweet little thing
And I protect him with my life
I’ll never judge a critter again
Till actions bring it to light
They climbed
resuming the mongrel form,
The twelve.
A catcalling mob
burdened by sympathetic stimulants,
Procured from the neck.
Yippering yowls
break from a youth,
Torn from thick, incongruous lips.
As a pack
they leap onto the quivering metal,
Slender paws slapping on ice.
Ice all round;
leering...over bearing... ungracious ice
To aid their whimpering might.
It felt so good, like we were movie stars
You were with me, my friends, in my suped-up car
Through the village street at such high-octane speed
Tyres screech, car screams, girls see.
Bump the kerb, skid through the bend
We are men in a car, driving like this mission won't end
Police give chase, blue lights flashing behind
This is where the night changes from fun to wild
Now forcing harder and sharper at corners and bends
One mistake now and it all ends.........
People gather near the pub
Streetlights shine over the blood
Car is dead, crashed into a wall
Friends are dead, seat belts and all!
Policeman is the last one I see
Pain, blood, metal sticking out of me
He winces when he sees the bloody mess
Looks into my eyes with a sad grimace
I hear the siren of the ambulance come
I turn my head to see the paramedics run
I turn back to see the policeman in the cold dark rain
With tears in his eyes he asks me my name
I smile and before I can speak it to him
The sounds all around and my sight go really dim
Then blackness as I hear my father cry and my mother scream
My brothers are so sad, my kitten yowls on my bed in the night,
he can't sleep.
A photo of me when I was in the scouts
A young smiling face with such promise and dreams
Over a coffin with me in.
My father still cries, my mother still screams.
Cowboys don’t fear the coyote,
he just yips and yowls,
But the wolf is another story,
your blood chills when he howls.
And a panther, will stalk you,
even in the dark,
And a bear, when he catches you,
will tear you clean apart.
The best thing about a snake bite,
is it kills you pretty quick,
And those “under a rock crawlies”,
their bite will make you deathly sick.
But the most vicious of the critters,
the one every Cowboy fears,
Inflicts a type of torture,
that can leave grown men in tears.
With a bite so excruciating,
it will make you wish that you were dead,
And there’s nothing more terrifying,
than when it raises it’s ugly head.
It attacks without warning,
it’s cold-hearted and just plain mean,
It considers all men prey,
and will any one that’s seen.
The suffering, is lingering,
and to this very day,
There’s no cure or medication,
that can take the pain away.
It’s just the size of a pin point,
and it don’t get much bigger,
But I’ve seen Cowboys brought to their knees,
by the savage bite, of the Chigger.
Abounding with God's provisions, I thank Him for blessings He enables me to share:
Assurance of the Almighty's affection
Bliss bestowed for building-up best
Compassion midst caring concern
Delights from day’s duties
Enthusiasm empowering endeavors...
Faith fortifying fervor to fight fears
Gifts* of goodness and grace
Hope with health’s happy hoisting
Illumination from inspiring instructors
Joy along jubilant journey...
Kindness keeping kinship keys
Love lighting, lifting up lessons learned
Mercy magnifying miracles' might
Nurture of nursing nourishment
Opportunities for output-optimization...
Peace along prayers with Providence presence
Quietness against qualms and questions
Replenishment with restoration toward restfulness
Songs of sweetness settling silence-stillness
Triumph of thanksgiving through toiling...
Urge upheld by usefulness-utilization
Vision of the victor to vanquish vanity
Wisdom of words and worth of work
X anadu ‘xperience and xenial ‘xposure
Yes-yells with yeah-yowls for eternal yon
Zest to zoom zealously toward success-zenith.
*Romans 11:29 For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance.
Three forms used: Abecedarian and Alliteration along List
June 20, 2020
3rd place, "N-A re-run 9" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 7/6/2020.
In a quiet night of deep sleep
The blankets harbor me – the night to unfold
A myriad of dreams my unspoken secrets keep
As cinematic stories attempting to be told
The curtains open while orchestral music sweeps
Awakening chaotic shapes from my subconscious mode
Faintly rising as poltergeist’s breath that creeps
Through blasting winds from raging storms so bold
My heart pounds like thudding wolf’s feet
I sneak into dense groves of trees lined with gold
Where upon the ground white bones sleep
As I fall to disappear like mist into the fold
Overhead, ferocious menacing sky breaks
With bolts of green jagged crystals - Behold!
Crashing through a cat’s eye as gargantuan streaks
That quake and pound the ground, then explode
A distant caterwauling yowls in throats that shriek
Mauling the earth with penetrating claws exposed
As ashen fang gleams as it thrusts to pierce and seek
The taking of blood slashing, so fiercely, so bold
I feel the weight upon my chest and cheek
The vibrations of fear are purring. then implode
As my breath quickens….. I awaken to peek
And there he sits – waking from his sleep
My big black cat looking utterly freaked!
July 3, 2022
I am the autumn wind.
I am gentle and due,
I am squall that tears and yowls,
I am mumble in the blossom,
I coast underneath you,
swish around your neck
cuff around your hair, take your breath away.
I bring you change;
I bring you hope,
i bring you love,
though you might not know
that I am even here with you, I hear you,
i feel you, and I feel your sighs and smiles,
drape you, and touches your face i carries you away and all,
within my soft and mellow embrace.
i am a passenger, I never unwind,
I never sleep, and yet I dream.
I dream of times so bygone,
that they would make you heave;
I dream of times to hereafter.
I live in the sunshine
i live in the mountains;
I live in the oceans;
I live the creatures,
i am immemorial and novel by name,
and I know you i am walking the streets besides you,
and I know you i touches your hands,
and i know you i touches your body,
and i know you i touches your Soul,
Tiger’s bellows
Forced out of their jungle
They were held in chains
Not beauty one can imagine
Of the lords of the jungle
So strong, and fast
They fight to stay
Slaves of vicious species
The human kind
They endure the lost of their loved ones
Because we have taken it away
Screw us, guilty human kind
We deserve all hate
We pretend to weep when our loved ones die
And not give a thought to who have had all nuisances
They fear our gun-shots, they run and hide
And I have all disgrace to our human-kind
To our pitiless men that hunt and never cry
I hear their yowls, I hear their whines
I plead God to help them through
Let them rest in peace
And let us all die
I sense dishonor, I sense all cruel
To our spiteful human raise!
Please forgive me oh amiable tigers…
If I could stop a bullet I shall never wait!
for video watching
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNBYNFDsxj0
The insect hymns
press gently on the inner ears.
They hide in the umbra,
great intricacies
of chitinous clicks
and timpanis
and tiny shockwave harmonies
grooving late
into the ferocious night -
until the umbra yowls
and hoots,
and the the hunters seek the hymns.