Long Yell Poems
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I am the king and the queen of my jungle.
Not identifying with either as separate or the same.
I am the big cat, and as such, the ruler of everything.
The ruler of the high. The ruler of the low.
The ruler of anything fast. The eater of the slow.
My happiest chances happen when I run into a throng of
Antelopes or gazelles, scaring them to death almost
Before they see me.
"Lion!" they yell. "Lion!"
It is the yell I love the most, for it makes me feel more powerful.
How can that be? You ask. You are already so powerful.
This is the curse of the lion.
Always dissatisfaction.
I want the power of the wind, the trees, and everything else.
Never satisfied, even after a tasty meal.
The curse of being me.
People just don’t understand
Why sometimes I jump in fear
Or why I cry and cower
When a loud noise I hear
People find it amusing
When I start to shiver and cry
They simply have no idea
Or know the reason why…
Fireworks are a horror...
To try to enjoy the display,
I have to cover my ears
And pretend that I’m OK
Loud noises send me screaming
Away to find a safe place
They make my go for cover
As I try to hide my face
I just feel like suffocating
As I relive bomb shelter days
The smell and the sickening sounds...
How I was always in such a daze
Dad would yell at us to hurry
As he’d lift Mama on his back
MS meant she couldn’t walk
Would they survive this attack?
We scrambled down the stairs
The bombs' whistles in our ears
I could hardly take a breath
I was choked by incessant fears
In the dank and smelly shelter
We could do nothing but pray
As we counted all the neighbors
We wondered how long we’d stay
Then came that awful day
The blasts set the campus a flame
Our pine trees were burning up
The men tried that fire to tame
I ran to the bomb shelter
But no family was there in sight
I started to scream and cry
Would my family be alright?
They finally put out the fire
But oh, the devastation
People were dead and dying
In all parts of this nation
Shrapnel came through our closet
And chewed up all our clothes
We were thankful we weren’t there
Or we too would be full of holes
Then on campus they brought a tank
But they’d warn us when they’d start,
That gruesome work of shelling
I saw our lives just fall apart
My friend’s father lost his life
Some saw loved ones blown away
My brother and wife were lucky
But they carry scars to this day
Lebanon is steeped in beauty
But the war has marred me for life
Sometimes memories flood back
And I’m reminded of all the strife
It’s when I hear those loud noises
And I feel the ground start to shake
I feel my life will be over
“Protect me, for heaven’s sake!”
So when July 4th comes along
And you celebrate liberty
Think of the firework display
And what that does to souls like me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
At forty-four years young, I thought I would be the oldest graduate.
In an auditorium that held sixteen thousand people, but I still did.
I was getting anxious; my family would never find me in this sea of people.
There must have been six thousand wearing black gowns with flat hats.
Luckily my husband was late as usual; I saw them come in.
It is difficult to not notice six children, two boyfriends, and a dog.
They made a commotion, because they all like attention.
How would they see me? What to do? I was frantic for about a second.
Then I jumped up on my chair with both feet and snatched off my hat.
Began waving it wildly. Heard a familiar voice yell “THERE’s MOM!”
Best graduation day moment ever! Best compliment ever.
Don't let old hurts and fears dictate today
Take steps toward healing; to live life now
Seizing the present is the only way
Don't let old hurts and fears dictate today
Take back your whole life, yell hip hop hooray
Aim to live your very best life somehow
Don't let old hurts and fears dictate today
Take steps toward healing; to live life now
Seizing the present is the only way
Take back your whole life, yell hip-hop hooray
Don't let old hurts and fears dictate today
Take steps toward healing; to live life now
Aim to live your very best life somehow
Be bold, my friend, put your hand to the plow
Alexis Y.
07/09/2021
I do not exist among the butterflies
Their fragile beauty idolized
I float unseen past long necked swans
A-glide upon life’s still-life pond
I am not seen on city streets
As hardened silence never seeks
I do not exist yet here I am
In a world that tells me that I don’t
Claims I am an afterthought
Of dreams that no one ever sought
And when I shout “you’re wrong, you’ll see”
My shadow bravely smiles at me
Perhaps this whole damn situation’s
A figment of my imagination
In a world where only I exist
And you do not…now there’s a twist
But wait, that’s wrong, it would be hell
For who would hear ME when I yell
It used to be the first thing our grandchildren would do…run and open that closet door
But now when they come for a visit…it’s not the first thing they run to anymore,
It used to be they couldn’t wait…for on that door is shown…
since the last time they visited us…just how much they’ve grown.
On that door is what amounts to a kind of family tree…
with their heights and dates written in black for all of us to see.
It’s funny how time changes things…it not like it was before…
because now when the grandchildren visit…they walk right past that door.
Now that they have grown up…now that time her will on us has imposed…
They are no longer concerned about how tall they are…
and that closet door remains closed.
But every time I open it…I’m reminded how quickly the years have amassed…
and I often pause a moment for a visit to the past.
I’ll run my fingers along their heights and dates…thinking not, ‘where did the time go?’
but about how lucky I have been…to be here to see them grow.
Remembering when they stood there…
how I’d mark their height and hear them yell, “Oh wow!
”Hey everyone…come look…I’m so much taller now!”
It’s funny over the years how our lives have rearranged….
how now, when our grandchildren visit, their priorities have changed
It’s no longer the first thing they do when they come to visit anymore…
and now it’s me, not them, who can’t wait to open that closet door.
BIN JAMAL
A pervert by the name of Bin Jamel
Was charged with bizarre sex with a mammal
the charges were read
Bin Jamal went red
Cos the charge was bonking a fat camel...
JOHNNY McGOOS
Did you hear about young Johnny McGoos
Had a misfortune regarding his shoes
The neighbours dog left a load
In the middle of the road
He missed it and skidded on doggy doos...
OLD FREDDIE
Old Freddie was choping wood from a tree
Was hurrying to get home for his tea
It didn't end well
He let out a yell
Missed the branch and the axe stuck in his knee...
BILL BEST
A young man by the name of Bill Best
Thought he'd put his girlfriend to the test
But she shattered Bill's dream
When she started to scream
They had layed down on top of an ants nest...
THE JOCKEY
A horse jockey was in the steeplechase
Was galloping at a very fast pace
He misjudged the tall jump
Hit the ground with a thump
Was left with egg and fresh mud on his face...
Written 29th July 2020.
The last letter by James Ottawa
Journal Entry
4005
December
28th
1986
In this crazy long night
Like all the many others
Before I lost my beloved child's mother
In 75'
Whenever God shines his white light
Through the Moon
To my tiny window in Tupelo, Mississippi
I hear him
Whispering this to me
Have I told you lately
My poor child
While you're still alive
Soon you'll bring it all home to me
All those wild nights
And precious times
When you were set free
With someone like you
So on sad days like this
After your love
Your precious Domino fell
See my light
Look to the moon
And yell
Hallelujah
Lord, hear my name
Into the falling rain
And always remember
I hear all those who cry out in pain
And still see all those days you all were born to be free
For all love never dies but always remains
So don't cry
But lift up your hearts
For by me
Stands your all your Dominos
Waiting for you
To once more be set free
But this time
To see
What the living can't see
With yours whispering
Tell him
My husband
His child's
Mama knows
He's gotta know
This place in Heaven
Is the ultimate picture show
So be patient my son
Your race will soon be run
And that white light you see
Shining through the moon
When your time comes
The moon opens up like a doorway
A portal
And when your astral cord is broken
You'll see the white light turn into a bridge leading you into it
And when your feet touches that floor
When that door closes
All will be made whole
Once more
Then the words been spoken
Fades
It's the same usually every few days but today
Today
I'm sure that moon looks to be ope
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Image shared under fair usage policy
Yell and scream
And fight it out
Angry voices turn to shouts
Neither knows how the other feels
No thoughts or fears or dreams revealed
Both hurt so many times before
Each faith is shaken to the core
Looking at the world around
With each breath our spirits drown
On the pain of heartbreaks dwell
Only Shadows of ourselves
Our hearts are shackled bound in chains
No twinkle in our eyes remains
Preparing for the worst it seems
It can’t hurt when you have no dreams
Used to have the future planned
Two kids, a dog, a mini-van
Never used to doubt these things
Now thoughts of these only sadness brings
Walls we’ve built around our hearts
Doing our best to dodge cupid’s dart
Let down too many times before
Our hearts now safe behind locked doors
Surviving life but never living
Each old scar so unforgiving
Often feeling all alone
Even though friends and family phone
Wanting to protect them all
Not take them down if you fall
Can’t succeed if we don’t try
Start practicing a battle cry
Push through the darkness into the light
Never willingly give up the fight
The past is done and gone
The future plays a mysterious song
So through the present we’ll carry on
Although Tai-Gueng-Uang’s* wife
did not abandon her husband but wanted
to avoid poverty, she, now, is so sad and agonizing
because no water poured to the ground can be recovered.
Although the people say that Tai-Gueng-Uang angled
the sun, moon, stars and clouds and winds with straight hook
dropped in water,
why, not speak of the time,
this incompetent old fool, a man incapable of catching even,
with a hook and delicious bits, a smallest fish in the pond,
scraping the ground with a broken dipper for spilled water?
The fool though knew that the opportunity is not given
to everyone who wants but is for the chosen ones,
yet walked up and down restlessly on the stage
it was never allowed for him to step on;
now he sits on the stage where the many big and little stars
stepped on and performed their best in the applause with hand clapping,
dropping a line faced to the empty seats in the dark and dismal theatre.
Why the only yell of sarcasm echoes
in the empty space however? Why not the laughter
but the melancholic tune rings from the orchestra pit nevertheless?
For whom the requiem rises to a chorus from backstage nonetheless?
*Chou Royal House political and military strategist and Wen Wang’s teacher. Later invested as a feudal lord of Tzi by Un Wang the son of Wen Wang.