Holler Out Poems - Poems about Holler Out

...I am forming my own wild sports team Grandma said. We all wondered what in the atmosphere she had in her head. Racquetball? Hockey? Wrestling? Softball or what? Not sure yet, she said, but you may......Read the rest...

...What is a dream truly if a dream Is to be seemingly pleasures of Trickles and measured by treasures All senses ALIVE is this a dream of The dream when all was a twinkle Of time on line in the......Read the rest...

...One can speech, one can preach, one can holler and screech -- But only love can teach..........Read the rest...

...Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman Saint Patrick's Day, or Feast of Saint Patrick Lá Fhéile Pádraig invoke even non Irish to proclaim Éirinn go Brách translated as "Ireland Forever." ......Read the rest...

...Native America today Lost is the way Living from the land Alone I stand Brother the bear, For the land you care Not fair Cities grow Taking from you all you know People do not seem to unde......Read the rest...

... Has anyone seen my mojo? I know I had it here But lately it has gone astray, no longer lurking near. Maybe it’s on secondment to another more in need to be asked would have been nice though,t......Read the rest...

...That be cold sun rose yonder, our heads be hot, I'd declare, I'll get Whitey my critter, worked all night, best she nicker. 'Bout saddlin' her real tight, or I'll headlong out of sight, I ......Read the rest...

...My head is in a spin, My obsession just to win, I'm driven and I'm mad All I smell is gushing blood. I feel I'm in a surreal game That shooting sort - so very lame, Where targets pop-up all a......Read the rest...

...“January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.” —Sara Coleridge Winter Magic Something wholly bright outside my window. What a sight! Crisp, fallen, new. Oh! ......Read the rest...

... Sandy the Sandman. Was a super duper dude. With a surfboard pack and a seashell nose and two eyes made out of food. Sandy the Sandman. Would always love to play. He was made of sand, but t......Read the rest...

...27-12 was a long day The Christmas began with a labor dispute at the cafe in our building the chef didn't want to come in and cook on a Saturday unless she received extra pay. The cafe owner t......Read the rest...

...As promised to Sara Baker... here is the Night Before Christmas, Cajun style ~ by James Rice ~ ~ ~ ~ Twas the night before Christmas an'......Read the rest...

...I stood at the top of our dirt driveway looking back at our two-story house. It's kind of a long house where, from our second-floor windows, you can see cars driving on the lane road in our v......Read the rest...

...It was my first journey by train all alone. When dropped at the station by my cousin, I saw a huge crowd waiting at the station. Like a drop in the ocean, I quickly merged with the crowd, and patient......Read the rest...

... Written: November 07, 2023 ____________________________________________ Am I condoning a state of affluence? In recent desultory decadence Have I drawn a swan dive of choice? ......Read the rest...