Hollered Poems | Examples

Growth of a Woman in Pieces

Thick humidity of memories clog a small girls heart
That pitter-patter like soft, insignificant rain
Such a lonely life was just an urban myth
But I knew the truth of it all

Soaked to the bone, or rather the soul, I took a troubled breath
And I spoke my deep blue feelings to a stagnant sea
The shivered incoherence of my desperate pleas
Went, in tortured time, unanswered 

17, forcing out a pained smile
Feigned and faded, frustrated and fated
Destiny leaped and hollered at a touch of weakness
Scribing plans in stone that scare me more than anything

Years went blurry and disoriented, surviving on withering hope
Yet eventually my feet moved slowly, again and again and again
23, I speak my light blue feelings to tricking streams
23 and my god I hope, I know, forever and ever on

Imagin All the Poeple

Another generation of himself
unzipped his soul like a banana,
stepping instantly
into another dimension of
the same dream.

Never died - never born,
it was an implanted imaginary life,
knowing this, was of course
as useless as a map of the sky.

The only thing not imaginary
was the emanation of God
looking from human eyes.

For a brief moment he thought:
"If I am alive, I must have been dead
or else how could I know I am
alive now?

Nothing had really changed,
he was still 75 years from the grave,
also, a lifetime nearer to
the next womb.

It came upon him
that his liking for chocolate ice-cream
had abruptly become
an insatiable desire
for strawberry vanilla.

Upon a stone plinth
an inanimate frog
flickered,
as once more
it changed into a stone
Buddha.

"Nirvana is that close!"
Hollered a ruby-cheeked Cherub
speeding past
on its tricycle.

on a Sunday

On a Sunday?

it had been a hot night
when morning broke
the sun was multi-colored 
the day was born
and incomprehensively 
naïve
thinking it was powerful
and not a mirror 
of human activity 
It hoped to stay till evening
no such luck
and slowly fade
admired by its paleness
the fog of night
takes no prisoner of days
abort, was hollered
so ignorant 
think it could kill the unborn

The Cat Who Said I Can

              

The Cat Who Said I Can

They said, that I could never do this!
And I hollered back, “Oh, yes I can!!”
So I hurried down to the sporting store,
And bought sleek, feline-sized, water-skis.
I went to the lake and showed them all.
That indeed not only I would but I could.
Astounding the crowds, one and all,what a ball!
I even created a sleek, water-ski club for cats.
For that, I deserve a goldfeather in my hat!!


Poem 1
7/26/2024

Fishies

Hollered back, they jumped;
Spooks lingering in the waves,
fishies nibbling feet.

Cupid and the Saint

“Hey Cupid, hollered the Saint,
bringing me couples, ya ain’t!”
	Cupid answered, “So what?
	Ya just get what ya got.
Don’t mix prayer with complaint.”

froggie was merry and gay

I am splashing in leaves! hollered happy Froggie that day.
He was merry and glad, jumping and twirling away all his gray.
I was glad to see him in such a fine mood; wonderful to hear his laugh.
He had not been this happy since his cousin moved out, a selfish giraffe.

We Can Be a Light

We Can Be A Light
Sal was sixteen when he committed suicide. 
A loving son and brother. 
You could count on Sal when you needed to talk and know it was confidential. 
Sal was always there with a smile and a vote of confidence in any endeavor you might pursue.
Sal's sense of humor and love for life was contagious and treasured by his family.
Then something happened...
He drowned wearing a cloak of self-loathing.
Sal's dignity and self-worth suffered the slurs of homophobic zealots.
"Guilty of sin. A sin against God and nature.”, they hollered.
Societal prejudice and loathing usurped the love of Sal's family.
Too many bodies are washed ashore from the violent seas of hate. 
It doesn't have to be.
The enlightened hearts and minds of each generation must hold sacred the need to establish and maintain Lighthouses of Love and Respect.
So that...
When a lonely, frightened Child of God sees the beam of light he or she will know, that they are not alone and that Compassion and Empathy will be waiting for them on the shore.
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Mistletoe Mouse

Mistletoe mouse is coming! He will be here at three!
My grandmother was singing this with gusto and glee.
Who is he? I asked, what can he do for you and us?
He’s a delightful creature she told me, a generous cuss!

Will he bring by presents? Enough for us kids too?
Not sure of that, but he’ll have one for Uncle Lou.
Lou rolled his eyes and twisted his finger around his ear.
He thinks his mother is a bit crazy, that’s perfectly clear. 

Mistletoe Mouse! Mistletoe Mouse! 
Right here in my house! Right here in my house!
Suddenly she had to call her cousin Blanche to brag.
Mistletoe came at three riding a well-worn nag.

Merry Christmas! He hollered in a voice that was jolly.
He gave me a taste of sweet cider and a sprig of holly.
Where is your grandma? She invited me you know.
He gave all of us a present before he decided to go.

Missing

(In Nordic mythology Asgard is a location associated with the God) 

He darkened my skies to make way for the stars said she 
inside her lonely Universe there wasn't any "we"
and the music was low and the storms they did blow 
within scars there were scars, appearing in toe

He hollered from heaven to catch her off guard 
but enclosed in herself she was far from Asgard 
and the thunder did boom and the rain it did fall 
as she begged him to answer her call 

He painted her canvass with black and slate gray 
encased in her soul was a heart made of clay 
He stretched out his hand and healed every cut 
she knew she was found by the feel of her gut 

He darkened her skies for the stars to come out,  
yes he heard every whisper and heard every shout !

The Hippo Went Down

Bam! Crash! Crack! The hippo went down.
A resounding loud noise in Ice Skating town.
Is the ice cracking? One of the owners cried.
Yes, another agreed, a snake has slithered inside.

I knew this was a lie for the snakes hibernate.
Keep going kids! I hollered. Go on and skate.
I helped the hippo get up and got him warm.
The rest of them left though, in a kind of swarm.

Wished

Ted is a novice when skating on ice
Kept slipping and falling twenty times twice
Body shattered and battered
And his teeth were all scattered	
Prayed the tooth fairy will give a good price

Soups and soft food is all he can now eat
But he fancied something that is more sweet
Poured treacle in a large cup
Then quickly drank it all up
Feeling sick, vowed he would never repeat

He felt very hot and started to fret
From every pore he was pouring with sweat
He went outside to cool down
Some wasps where flying around
And saw his body as a sweet object

He screamed loudly, hollered, blubbered and cried
As the wasps were all stinging him with pride
His body grossly swollen
And dignity now stolen
Wished instead gone for a horse and cart ride

    14.09.23

The Marx 'Brothers'

Karl Marx was a historian and scholar
  Groucho Marx whooped it up and hollered

    Both of them were starved for attention
    Neither of them honorable menschen *  



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  * 'Menschen' in Yiddish literally means 'men.'
  But it is used to describe honorable, decent
  human beings, kind and caring.

Dating Six Sues

He set up his weekend
By texting Susie
Susan, Sue, Suzette
Suzanne and Suzy

But he mixed up his Z’s
Ettes, ans, and I E’s
They hollered and cursed
So each name he rehearsed

He went out with Suzy
That’s Sue with a Z
Before dating Susie
Ending in I E

Then Susan called up
To go for a date
Yet was it Suzanne
Whom he saw of late?

While out with Suzy
Susan he did see
Or was it Suzette
With her T T E

No matter the Sue
That came onto him
He dated each one
And they called him Tim

But Suzy turned iffy
She left in a jiffy
And Sue, he knew
Was always quite blue

He grew tired of Susan
Who was always snoozin’
While Suzette, did get
Herself into debt

He kept seeing Suzanne
Who paid her own way
But she disappeared
Tuesday or Friday

Though he saw many Sues
This man was quite shy
But felt very lucky
All were worth a try

But he always had
His eyes set on Susie	
Who was his true Sue
Plus Susie did choose he

Giving Four Trolls a Chance

They were gnarly and snarly and mean with sticking out tummies.
I think they are horrible, nasty, mean, and maybe they’re dummies.
That is not a nice way to be, my mother told me, give them a chance.
I crept up on them and watched while they did a tiny troll-like dance.

Their bare feet were joyful, they were uninhibited and wild.
We think she is pretty, that happy tiny girl child.
I realized then they were referring to me.
So, I decided there was more to the trolls that I usually see.

They laughed, and they snorted, they coughed milk out their nose.
They hooted and hollered, and they picked their teeth with their toes.
They are so outrageous, but incredibly kind, and totally sweet.
Now I hang out with them every chance I get except when I eat.

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