Long Bellowed Poems
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Thick gravy mud incessantly pulling at my boots,
Sucking and squelching it’s distaste at its failure with each step I evade its clutches,
Brown hail flying in all directions ripping into flesh and taking eyes,
Ears reverberating with the excruciating din of falling shells,
Accompanied with the desperate screams of my comrades.
Like hells orchestra,
Low rumbles culminating in shrieking sopranos,
Piercing, Deafening,
It’s very lack of percussion spreads fear throughout the ranks,
Through it all there comes a sinister silence,
The true calm before the next storm,
Medics being screamed for in every direction,
Instructions being bellowed to grasp some pathetic sense of order,
In this chaotic pandemonium we push on without hope,
Following orders,
The crescendo of destruction starts again,
Louder, Angrier,
The poetic lunacy of dying in vain,
Our last moments played out like some poorly written depraved play,
Cannon fodder,
Our own remains serving as the uneven carpet of sickly maroon within our trench,
The smell so powerful that I baulk,
Eyes constantly stinging and streaming,
All my senses being flayed in unison,
This is the price we pay for your freedom,
This is the truth of what we endure,
So many deserving so much yet left with so little,
Lest we forget,
Lest we forget.
Lest we forget.
From fjords, forests, hot springs,
slopes and snowy mountains,
people from different 'walks of life,'
connect their cultures to entertain.
A vision of Europe and humanity,
where a continent is home to many dialects,
serenading in diverse artistic styles.
Blending voices that carry something distinct,
bellowed from a ballad, rock or
something completely comedic.
I can hear the echoes of Celine Dion's
'Ne partez pas sans moi'
and the soothing tones of Gwendolyne,
from the dulcet Julio Iglesias.
Unifying musical tongues to
sing with sincere camaraderie,
bringing people together, dancing to
iconic beats like ABBA's - Waterloo.
A stage where future superstars
are born, glorifying 'Long live love.'
reminiscing Olivia Newton John's
universal message, be it in
fast rhythms or slow beats.
An evening of sporadic colours,
where dreams really do come true.
Where strangers join arms and
find new friendship - despite the politics.
One by one each country votes,
dreading the 'nil pois,'
fabricating many a conspiracy,
where the Baltic and Balkan states
seem to love each other's music.
Each vote unfolds excitement,
as nations anticipate the outcome
from the public vote -
there is always a surprise!
Eurovision, may not feature perfect lyrics,
nor angelic voices - in fact not all participants
are from Europe anymore!
Still millions tune in on their TV's
and radio's bringing people together
through the power of music.
O, the old toad talks
To the equinox,
But he sings to the harvest moon.
Cuz his little pollywogs
All swam off in the bog,
And they’re getting gobbled up by a loon.
The chance is remote
For an antidote,
And they’ll all be gone by noon.
See, the moon was on the lake,
but he wasn't quite awake,
and Old Toady really needed a boon.
O, moon, don’t shine so bright,
Or I will lose my kids tonight!
Please, moon, a fingernail,
So that old loon will not impale.
Dear moon, no wax, just wane,
Or I will likely go insane!
O, the old toad croaked,
And he cried till he choked,
But the moon didn’t hear a thing.
So he found a hollow log
In the middle of the bog,
And he brought all the game that he could bring.
O, moon, o please, o please,
I’m begging you down on my knees.
O, moon, I’m begging you,
I have no other kids than these.
Well, he roared so loud
That the noise shook up a cloud
From the pollen that was on the trees.
And it echoed off the lake,
Such a racket did it make,
That it rattled the old moon’s cheese.
Well, the moon just sighed,
Shook the cheddar from his eyes,
Bellowed, who is disturbing me now?
Then the toad stood his ground,
Said, the dog is not around,
And I don’t know how to find the cow.
But the loon is on the prowl,
And he’s acting pretty foul,
And he’s gobbling up the kids as we speak.
And if you don’t kill the light,
Pretty quick tonight,
Then their chances are looking rather bleak.
While they talked, came a breeze,
Blew the pollen from the trees,
And it landed in the old moon’s eye.
Well it made him wheeze,
And he started to sneeze,
And he thought he was going to die.
Then his nose began to squirt,
And his head began to hurt
And he said he had to go lie down.
So he headed off to bed,
Put a cover on his head,
And there wasn’t any light around.
Then the loon had a fit,
But she had to quit;
She speared herself because she couldn’t see.
Old toady got excited,
Got so tickled and delighted,
That he threw back his head with glee.
O moon, my dear friend moon,
Please get well, but not too soon.
O moon, I thank you so,
Now I can watch my children grow!
Red Beard laughed at this lad
Stumbled on the wrong ship he had
Stowing away on a pirate vessel
Turned himself in not even a wrestle
Stout young lad must be at least ten
He wasn’t sure of the trouble he was in
To the plank cast him aside!
Then the boys knees buckled….he cried
Red Beard yanked him up and stared deep
Some use of this boy, if I want to keep
To the crew or to the sea? Red Beard thought
A pupil to over see if well taught
“Take him below!” are his orders
“Food and water in my quarters”
The boy moved quickly at the thought of food
Take his mind off of his saddened mood
A feast laid before his weary eyes
Hot bread and large chicken thighs
Warm milk and cool fresh water too was in store
He ate and ate till he couldn’t anymore
It was eve before the Captain appeared
The boy was asleep his mind without fear.
Into his arms the boy went
Carried to the cot for his rent
An orphan too, was this pirate knave
Maybe this child he could save
Schooling was what first struck his mind
A great teacher was hard to find
Sailing and piracy was all he knew
“I want more for this lad. A start anew.”
…..A rapping came to the cabin door
Urgent business he had to make sure
“What is it?” Bellowed a voice
“A British flag and jack a hoist!”
A war galleon was on the horizon
A battle was on the rising
Some people just choose to lie
Betray others, as some way of life
Act nice to others and it’s all a farce
The rain will fall on them one day
In the darkest hour of time
Because, they threw their conscience to the wind
The storm was strong enough to overcome them
So they gave in and found their way
Amidst the thunder that bellowed
Throwing lightning bolts of lies
What happens when the rain turns on them?
Rather than flying high above others,
With thunderous booms and flashes in the sky
They will be grounded and drenched
By the consequences of their actions
Having to look at themselves
Learning they betrayed their selves, first
Heidi Sands
6/10/18
Toe to toe, with you I'll be,
Face to face so we can see.
"What are feet?"
"A foot is something we walk on. Another foot is the other one."
"A foot is twelve?"
"Know, twelve is the step between them. Eleven and thirteen are the feet."
Twelve is you? Know twelve is Me.
Squared I am, when I call us We.
h(Ours) as day, are six We be,
And Hendaye say, ADD zero you see.
Seven days in a week is Me.
Toe to Toe two dance as We.
Half the clock, six to nine is three.
"How many sides to a pyramid"
~"How many voices in my head?"
"How many digits on three blind mice"
~"How many players to roll the dice..."
A pyramids faces are four...
"Again!" cried the Wind, "there is one more."
A square is four, replied Again,
As Echo bellowed from the den,
"Another!" sings the Dragon Wen,
"Our Layer the Earth, be counted then."
Twelve is you? Know twelve is Me.
Squared I am, when I call us We.
12 squred = 144
Toe to Toe= 441 (21 squared)
144 + 441 = 585
"How many sides to appear amid...?"
Five, properly as we count the Land.
Eight lines around, brother sister in hand.
Five points shine One, to love again.
Half the clock, six to nine is three.
A B C D E F G....H i
13 x 1 = 13
13 x 2 = 26
13 x 3 = 39
13 x 4 = 52
13 x 5 = 65
13 x 6 = 78
13 x 7 = 91
13 x 8 = 104
13 x 9 = 117 +
=============
sum.......585 = Venus daze.
Form:
Tussel for power trained her tongue to sharpen
Tact resistant throat bellowed careless scorn
Potential friends' impressions began to darken
Sharpness of wasabi, harsh memories injected
Frontal lobe numbed, chased non existant dawn
Self image slashed, frayed fragments protected
Overpowering was triumph, in her odd summation
Trampling perspective romance, before it was born
Aggression shrugged on, hard armor of domination
Swooping on prey with strident screech, hook talons
Flashing vengeance at every turn, a bandied sword
Combating stance slices hearts in half, no challenge
Her hurtful words were weapons, feelings' neglect
Evil clenched a crusted clump, grew gross, ignored
Repugnant bulge, cancerous cruel crept unchecked
Charm which lured folks religiously, flung them ruthless
Ice in vicious veins fed malicious mouth, a habit abhorred
Path obscured by pain unresolved, killed kind maneuvers
15th September
... For Ace.....
On sleepless nights, down winter's road,
A lonely knight in silence strode.
He raised his drink, a golden hue,
And bellowed deep, as sorrow grew.
A sudden quake—his soul it stirred,
And through the haze, strange voices heard.
He counted souls with trembling hand,
Each one like grains of dying sand.
The night grew cold, the stars grew dim,
No cheer nor warmth remained for him.
But lo! A ferryman appeared—
With staff in hand, four holes it speared.
Aghast, the knight beheld his face,
Time had worn it—left no trace
Of youth or mirth, just aching bones,
A mirror held to silent groans.
And then his glass—now slick with mold,
Slipped from his hand; he felt so old.
“Au revoir,” the stranger sighed,
To charred-eyed knight, whose heart had cried.
Then toward a light from darkened skies,
He went—no fear, no need for guise.
A star, perhaps, or something more,
A beacon to a distant shore.
And thus the tale, now soft and thin:
A knight finds peace from strife within.
For he may rest, his journey done—
A life well lived, a race well run.
The Anunnaki scientists stood above the blue gel incubator , One of them extended her massive clawed hand into the gel and slowly and ever so gently pulled out the tiny egg “this is a culmination of our home seeds and my own spin on things also” she hissed .
“Then I hope this turns out to be whats needed” one of them interjected .
Smiling and with a look of satisfaction and pride she finished carefully Wiping the last of the blue gel from the egg, then the creationist replied to her Colleagues comment.
“Everything before this ,has been 99.9% of what i had planned upon thus far”,
her sharp teeth glistening in the soft light of the nursery as the assembled stared at what had been created ,
The Anunnaki around the tank chuckled to each other .
“it's perfect “,
one of them bellowed gazing upon the egg,
“just what we had envisioned”,
another stated .
“The very first of its kind and from this natural incubator the first chicken shall hatch, go forth with others and then be fruitful she cooed .
One of Her colleagues turned pale looked at the nurse who still held the egg starring at it lovingly and proceeded to ask cautiously
“albeit without the giantism or ferocity of those of Nibiru eh”? The other Anunnaki in the lab smiled cautiously at that unnerving thought .
“Of course not” she replied reassuringly.
“This will no doubt perplex and amuse our newly seeded children here on earth also”
the nurse laughed ,
“give them something to think about and muse over”.
“The nurse lifted the egg for all gathered to see and said ,
“As it is this egg
that has came first,
the one too begat them all”.
A heart crafted of porcelain-
now cracked all the way through.
What once was smooth and flawless-
is no longer bright and new.
Edges made to cut with-
curves and crevices unsmoothed.
This is what I have become-
and it's all because of you.
Constellations in my eyes-
but they'll turn into tearfall.
They'll trace my cheeks down to my neck-
then freeze and turn to snowfall.
That fire in my chest -
which once did burn so endless...
it struggles to make light now-
all because you are repentless.
See, you were never sorry-
you hurt me... left me for dead.
I could beg you more to listen-
but now I'll hold my breath instead.
For I've bellowed my lungs out-
trying to get you to care.
But now I know, despite my pleads-
that you'll never be there.
Present when you need me-
but when I need you, you are gone.
For once your needs are met-
you're oh so quick to break our bond
You took a thing of beauty-
and you stole it for your own.
You used it till you broke it -
and deemed it "better off alone".
You've got all you could get from me-
then cast away remains.
You claim you are so grateful-
So why oh, why throw me away away?
You snatch me up, but one more time-
when you see my fire relight.
But now this flame's for ME-
you can no longer take what's mine.