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Howlin' Like The Wolf

We're goin' out to Idaho where the potatoes grow
honey we're leavin' quite soon
but if you call it quits then I've had my chips
and like the wolf I'll be a-howlin' at the moon
I'm over this Sunshine State yeah I can hardly wait
baby we're leaving at noon
but if you say 'No way!' and you wanna stay
like the

Howling Wilderness

When wanderlust began pounding my heart,
On a beautiful autumn afternoon, crisp and sunny,
I set out on a trek to the nearby woods.
The leaves on trees had begun turning ruddy.

All along, I saw ripening fruits and wild herbs,
And paused to take pictures, but kept moving.
No doubt, it was a rewarding experience.
The lure of the unknown seemed

Howling Wilderness

The sanguine sun just waved goodbye
and hides in the silhouettes
of hills in wilderness;
But, I still stand here between the line
that separates night from day;
No phone in my pocket only my own,
my own weary self
escaping from the city's endless hustle; 
To slow down, that is my aim . Hence, I am here.

But little did I know,

Howling Wilderness

In the wind, hear a plaintive, mournful wail.
It is more than a wolf caught in a trap.
It's more than fishing gear catching a whale
and rainforests being wiped from the map.

It is a voice that cannot speak in words. 
Across the ages, you discern the moan 
of vanishing prairies, buffalo herds, 
that's carried by plowed up

In the howling wilderness, the path is lost beneath the fury of wild winds

In the howling wilderness, the path is lost beneath the fury of wild winds,
The compass loses its meaning under the vast and empty sky, without stars to guide us,
Our steps wander through the nameless realm, where echoes forget their words,
Alone we walk through the wilderness of the heart, seeking traces of vanished dreams.
The thorns of

Howling Wilderness - POTD

The path is lost where wild winds press, 
No compass holds beneath the sky— 
We walk alone through wilderness. 

The thorns of time, the weight of stress, 
The silent trees that do not lie— 
The path is lost where wild winds press. 

Regret is thick, and hope grows less, 
Yet still we look, and still

Howling Wilderness

High winds have come to a land remote and wild.
Oak leaves tremble in the black of night
While critters to the underbrush for the present are exiled.
Like a giant thrashing fiend, wind roars with all its might,
Increasing in intensity as if something got it very riled.
Not many birds will still remain where there is great height.
Gone

Howling Wilderness

Written: June 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

Quote: "I long to escape the prison of my ego and lose myself in the mountains and the desert..." By Rumi

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The autumn wind howls from every side,
Scattering austere needles, exotic and wide.
Planting in me the

Howling Wilderness

Life can be filled with much love and joy,
what happen when people want to destroy?
We each need to find our place,
in the Howling Wilderness of space.
Away from all the hurt and pain,
where we can rest both body and brain.
We can hear the wild animal sounds,
taking us far from the evil peoples towns.

Howling Wilderness

 Gnarled trees yawn under a starless sky
As a swift coldness mixes with the "howling wilderness,”
Crescendos until pure silence strangles the macabre atmosphere.
Preparing for the imminent journey, I place a slip of paper under an obsidian crystal,
Lay my favourite burgundy blouse upon a distressed bedframe.
The tick tock, tick tock of the clock cracks at 1:16

Howling Wilderness

Howling Wilderness

windswept
bleak treeless plain
white blanketed mountains
permafrost hardened ground, I am
alone

HOWLING WILDERNESS

Huddled in a shielded corner
Chanting in the emptiness
A howling wilderness
Seeks its soul

Howling Wilderness

The howling wilderness reminds me of belated voices
ready to be heard, brewing in those once trapped in silence
A long lived message that is waiting to be told
for those who are ready to listen, ready to learn
A call as rare as a shooting star in the middle of the night
Important as the Northern Lights, colorful, meaningful
bringing

Wolf Howling Moon - Hiku 18

Written: June 10, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand

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Ugly Cement Gray Howling City Wolves

Ugly cement gray howling city wolves
More dangerous than their county cousins
Tearing families apart with contracts
Filling office workers up with impossible tasks
Tearing heads off colleagues during appointments

Ugly cement gray howling city wolves
Running city blocks to work in tennis shoes
Keeping shiny Florsheim in their desk drawers
a loaded derringer bouncing in their pocket
Incase an indigent asks them for

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