Long Roar Poems
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Oh, pretty little butterfly, flitting all around.
You can flash dance colorfully even with no sound.
Hummingbird, I see you too. You flap your wings so fast.
You super duper flapper, you are having such a blast!
Bumble bee, big bumble bee, your buzzing song is rare.
Few insects sing the way you do while dancing in the air.
Oh, katydids and crickets, I hear your soothing call.
It is the song of summer time when night begins to fall.
Oh, nights of summer I don’t want for you to pass me by
without the flicker lights I see from the firefly.
Oh, firefly so talented, no creature is like you.
Your flash dance is amazing as darkness you pass through.
Refrain:
Watch and listen, everyone,
whether beneath the moon or sun.
Nature has more skills than you may know.
Sit back a while and just enjoy the show!
Oh, deer that prance and lambs and colts gamboling in play.
I also love to hear the tunes, like the donkey’s bray,
the lowing of the cattle and the baaing of the sheep,
and even baby chicks when they go peep peep peep.
Mammals of the wild, how you howl and how you roar -
You’re a jungle orchestra that tourists can’t ignore.
Oh, birds that strut, your mating moves are so interesting
along with all the pretty songs so many of you sing.
Water’s music rushes as over rocks it goes.
Ocean laps a lullaby; with rhythm each tide flows.
Breezes make leaves dance; I sometimes hear wind croon.
Oh, birds, swirl on, and dolphins, glide and whistle your fun tune!
Refrain:
Watch and listen, everyone,
whether beneath the moon or sun.
Nature has more skills than you may know.
Sit back a while and just enjoy the show!
Culture is not what was written
ten thousand years ago,
nor is it a godly dictate from
the 7th Century AD,
It is not what Buddha spoke
from under the Bodhi tree,
nor the harsh enforcements
of religious tribes.
Culture is all of us as it is today,
and as it might be tomorrow
and there after,
the live force of humanity
that flows like an ever ebbing river,
powered by the thoughts of
the present, that gathers strength and roars
and cuts its way through new terrains
of ever changing reality.
It dismantles the dead skeletons
of the past, dismembers meaningless
untruths, that were created for greed
and self gains.It lays open the absolute
reality of what should be!
Feel the presence of God in the present,
in this new reality that is,
with every breath through the nostrils,
with passions of your heart,
untainted by lies passed on through bigotry,
untarnished by bellowing of self proclaimed messiahs,
Culture is you, me and all of us,
as we are at the present moment,
flowing to yet unchartered realms
of yet unknown truths!
Let’s surge forward with the voice of conscience,
in this roar lies the absolute truth!
This is our culture!
I love the feel of silk on my skin
Nearly as much as the sunlight
Softly filling the morning with its
Lustrous and graceful stream
I love the feel of a new page
When I begin a book, I’m amazed
At the whisper of paper on paper
Leaving me breathless with vision
I love the feel of Sunday morning
Going to the pew at my local church
Listening to the hymns and God’s word
Feeling so full of love and compassion
I love the feel of rose’s sweet petals
So soft and gentle, like a welcome
From someone who knows you so well
And is willing to go the distance assured
I love the feel of a kind word of praise
A compliment that assures of grace
That is a light shining against my face
Preparing me for the coming day
I love the feel of sand between my toes
And the gentle roar of the ocean’s wave
Ever so lightly moving against my ankle
Touching me with a pleasant sensation
I love the feel of joy that comes to me
When I share my heart with a true friend
It leaves me feeling like I’m able to breathe
Freer than I would have without them there
I love the feel of sweet pleasures that admire
All I have to offer; hope, faith and love
Feelings that come from God’s heavenly light
Reminding me why I am here, alive on earth
Devil's vengeful roar captures innocent
Exhale scorches bystanders randomly
Volcano spews brimstone belligerent
Dissolves small boy's chance single handedly
Hitler contempt casts heinous destruction
Whip of his cape compel madmen to leap
Grief ingests itself, victim grows gumption
Roots for resprout cling to resovoir deep
Wrap gilded courage with rebounding soul
Compassion coiled to return after hurt
Bravery engraved on stalwart patrol
Solution driven man spurns Satan’s curse
Devoid of vanity, heart vivacious
Benevolent flare given in furnace
Sorry
My Selfless Beloved
.
God whispered and I heard his voice calling to love him more
Promising to make time after completing all my chores
Intending to obey life pulling with violent roar
Losing slowly unaware of falling in this soul war
God whispered and I thought I heard his voice calling to me
Planning family work and life as time happens to flee
Vowing to fit God in when things slow down and I am free
Sliding away as for my soul God continues to plea
God whispered and I faintly felt like I had heard a sound
Racing faster and gaining less and less on life’s playground
Achieving hollow victories as starts another round
Feeling only broken and beaten and completely bound
God whispered and sadly I didn’t even notice at all
Working so hard to build life only to have missed it all
Crowding time with worldly things and goals had been the downfall
Crying from an empty soul finally to God I call
[Verse 1]
I was safe inside a wooden box,
Fresh and clean, no scars or knocks,
Never knew what lay outside,
Till someone grabbed me, threw me wide.
[Verse 2]
Then came a crack that broke my soul,
Sent me flying out of control—
Over fences, into the crowd,
Lost in cheers, I’m nowhere now.
[Pre-Chorus]
I didn’t know what I was for,
Just flying faster than before.
[Chorus]
Then he hit me, sent me sky-high,
Over the fence, into the sky,
Past the crowd’s loud roar and spark—
Out of the game, right out of the park.
Tossed and battered, bruised and torn,
No clue if I was lost or born,
But in that chaos, hands so small
Caught me steady, saved it all.
[Verse 3]
I’d felt the dirt, the glove’s hard squeeze,
The smacks and slides that brought me to my knees,
But never knew what any of it meant,
Till he held me close, my torment spent.
His eyes were bright, his smile true,
No crowd, no score, just something new—
A quiet warmth, a soft embrace,
A brand-new world, a safer place.
[Pre-Chorus]
I didn’t know what love could be,
Till he showed it gently holding me.
[Bridge]
I was just a ball, beat and worn,
Thrown around, left tired and torn,
But sometimes breaking free from pain
Leads to a place you’ll call your own again.
Out of the box, out of the dark,
Into the hands that healed my heart—
A home run found me in that park,
Not just a ball... a beating heart.
[Final Chorus]
Then he hit me, sent me sky-high,
Over the fence, into the sky,
Past the crowd’s loud roar and spark—
Out of the game, right out of the park.
Tossed and battered, bruised and torn,
No clue if I was lost or born,
But in that chaos, hands so small
Caught me steady, saved it all.
[Outro – soft spoken]
Out of the park...
Into a friend’s heart.
Ego Vs. Soul Thing
Let's Take A
Crack At It.
(No Peaking.)
Ego, Well There You Go,
Right Away, That's Not
Just One Word...
Even If I
Narrow It Down
To A Trillion.
*
Psychology Paints It
Several Times As A
'Scientific' Term...
But That Science
Is Made With Babies
Having Tantrums
With Their Toys.
Very Specific Maybe -
Depending On A Dream.
Dragons And Butterflies,
Shock With ROAR-Shock!
Miss-Spelling Well Intended.
*
Let's See - Give It A Whack:
A Conscious Sense Of Self.
*
Whatever, That Wasn't Hard,
I Tried To Scrub All
The Pride And Vanity Off,
A Sense Of Purpose
Got A Little Rub Too.
Oh, You Mean THAT Kind of Ego.
How You Define Yourself?
There Sure Are A Lot Of
Various Forms Of Insult
Hidden Behind All Those
Walls, Judgements And
Justifications And Evaluations...
*
Here's A Good One:
No Excuse Is Good Enough.
*
So, Narrow Narrow Narrow Down...
Ego=Self.
That Isn't Much Progress.
It Just Became Another Word
That's Way
Over
My Head.
Start Over - Dead.
***
The Competitor Is Out Of The Game.
I Mean, The Other Word Is Not
Even In The Same Arena...
Not Even The Same Sport,
Not Even The Same Consideration
Of Aspecting, Of Sportingness...
Of Consciousness...
Proudly Vague And Strong
With Pressured Flow
On Floods And Calm...
Not Even A Rain-Drop
Can Be Explained.
Not Even A Color.
-Gray Squirrel
06-06-2025
Le Cirque Bleu
The spotlight is aglow through the gloam
The light an indigo ink modifying color
She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards
upside down, with unseen wings,
an acrobat aerials amid the roar
She looks pretty with her fan in one hand,
long tresses flowing loosely
A circus horse made of jade below
makes eye contact and an interconnection
Without movement they are in an eternal trance,
In the deep dark yonder the golden helio appears
Fiddle and banjo play for the opening adagios act La Nouba
Her leotard tightly invokes, red with flower imprints
Statuesque, still in time showing off her physique
and impressing spectators from below the fliers' pedestal
From above the nets, with ease, she imagines a
world where gravity defies, and animals and objects fly
Flights of fancy within the flying trapeze
flights of fancy an indigo trapeze ~ from above jade nets, an ease
Here I am. Alone here I sat.
My mind wrapped in many thoughts.
Those I care not to have.
The ones of my life, a woman near my heart.
The pain and pleasures are like doing uppers and downers.
Feeling your hearts going burst if it don't cease.
What does one do in this case I wonder?
It's not of my heart I want destroy but loving as the man I am.
There the differculties are with being human.
Not being able to control the thoughts as they run wild.
What is it really like to live alone?
I know its lonely but how does one cope with this?
Even when their thoughts are upon things that matter.
How does the mind think or is it really the heart feeling these thoughts?
I know that's where the pain exist because its not my head that hurts.
It is the thinking of having everything you ever wanted in life.
Including the woman you love so dearly.
It is of my sucess I have accomplish even after many have robbed me blind.
It is that will to survive that keeps my fight alive.
But that of my inner being telling me that life is a lie.
That it's only a joke to live.
But there I have struggle still standing tall even when I am knock down.
It is the eye of the tiger and the roar of a lion I cry.
That of my soul just feels like screaming to the top of my lungs and falling to my knees and
saying,lord take me.
Ease this pain I'm in.
But let not life kill me nor my thoughts I have.
But make me stronger in thy ways.
But end this day and not let me wake.
For I am dieing of these thoughts and feelings I have,Please!
Somebody help me before I go insane and lose my mind.
These thoughts are crazy but of a woman I love.
That I can not stand the thought of her in others arms.
But my thoughts is I must go on.
Because I am the man I am and there's nothing I can do about this.
Except stay strong and survive until the day of my life has come.
By then,I probably be old and grey,still wondering how I'm going to make the next day.
OUR VENTURE
We met, interacted, liked each other
New zeal flashed on daily monotony
We got united and came too closer.
Now we are starting our joint journey.
We are travelling on uneven rocky path,
bubbling with restless reckless blowing breeze.
We stumble, kick pebbles quick in wrath,
also demount rumbling rocks just at ease.
Showers of rains, flying veils of dark grey cloud
Thunder storms chase and roar with lightning flash
Joyful journey in serene solitude and crazy crowd
Both prepared to confront conflict or clash.
We are not dreamy in deep dense romance
Our love is brave, bold, gallant, courageous.
To run speedy for tough task or hard race,
joint journey goes gorgeous and glamorous.
Two hearts can overcome any hindrance
Always dynamic, we hate to be stagnant
proceed zealous on duet dependence.
Competent confident vigorous vibrant.
On mother Earth we feel folic to stroll.
Up above, blazing Sun dazzling on sky.
We are green with revolutionary soul.
Joint venture erecting our heads high.
We don’t indulge to sink in emotion,
Ruthless truth tuned in hearty harmony.
In dark, we proceed for exploration,
Both perfectly fit for joint journey.
02/18/21
'Open Poetry 2 ' Contest by Charlotte Puddifoot