Nilgiri's rainforest
trekking in dark night
A tiger's roar shearing night
Upon that high mountain
Roars a lion without teeth
No one dares go near
Lest that finally reach
...the silence
When others are troubled
By circumstances that bind
He roars loudly
Just to blind the path to find
...the silence
He organizes again and again
With the precision of ease
Values and beliefs are tar
That creates the disease
...in the silence
The climb up the jagged rocks
That split helping hands like a knife
Offers ledges to sit and think
About a desirable life
...in the silence
Look over yonder way
There is a majestic lion who stands
Roaring the TRUTH of compassion
Through His children who possess lands
...in the ROAR of the silence
The overcomers stand beside HIM
Dressed in warrior attire
Untouchable by fake vibrations
That reach to assault the holy fire
...in the ROAR of the silence
We will NOT be silent
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-29-2026
Tears of joy and tears of grief
That I wept, didn’t disappear
They are splashing at the cliff
Where I left my soul that year
Which I cannot quite remember
But regardless of this failure
I recall the shores of amber
In the costume of a sailor
From the sepia photograph
I keep looking through the ages
Badly need to hear your laugh
Through the roaring sea that rages..
I searched upstairs and downstairs, mask of fright,
repositioned machinery, turned on lights,
called my doctor and the operator,
tried passion and dispassion, meditation
and my morning crap, sang out of tune,
passed a school bus on the double yellow line.
A clock, a calendar, a ruler,
a minute and an inch. The kind of day
I never have, opens with orisons,
ends with an amen, ardor offsets humor.
I cannot locate the source of the hum
atoms alternating charges, e, i,
sharing and unsharing electrons, p.
I reck I hear (OMG!) my god.
As a small boy
That steam locomotive
Long, black and
Right in my face
As a small boy
That red diesel locomotive
Moving from idle humming to a roar
Louder, louder than any lion
As a larger boy
The view outside
Ever chancing
Yet the same
As a larger boy
The view inside
Someone to
Fantasize about
As an older boy
Realizing that
Grandparents
Don’t live forever
As an older boy
Experiencing that
Ist dieser Sitz frei?
Can get off to a good start
As a young draftee
Reading names
Inscribed on a brass plaque
In a silent corner of the station
As a young working man
That horseshoe curve in the mountain
Must have been hard work
Harder than my imagination
Today the train was due
And overdue
When I asked: Is this taken
Not a seat was free
And this old man
Wrote this poem
Still fascinated
And feeling older
NOT BASELESS IS
Not baseless is the ocean’s roar, the build up to that bass before
it all comes crashing into shore, foaming it draws back for more
I’m sure that there are high notes too, perhaps too high for our purview
but to the sound of rock and roll, I find that sea has taken soul
By Aaron Davis
Not voiceless is the ocean's roar, crescendo notes rise off the floor
it all comes waving on the shore, rising up to meet me at the door
I'm sure that there are treble clefs and flats but heh! what I adore,
is when Maestro strikes a pose, it makes my soul, begin to roar.
By Mystic Rose
The bull roars when he sees the big cow being milked by foreigners men
Fragility is quite a strength
just as the crucial bumblebees’ breath
Perhaps not only titularly
gentleness is stronger than severity . . .
Channeling Emily Dickinson : To be a feather in a holocaust
– hope, sewn in the soul, sings the song needed most
A minor thought on regeneration : To regrow the leg the mantis lost
– a marvel on a molecular level - most miraculous
Of majestic beauty : To behold the fragile snowflake - winter’s impetus
– intricate masterpieces exist in the microscopic and minutest
Plant power is undisputed : To reap lemongrass’ healing gifts
– behold a beloved botanical treasure of abundant benefits
Quantity trumps quality when better suited : To cut out the mountains through erosive agency
– water as a weatherer works wondrously
Sources of energy : From the brilliant and prodigious mitochondrion - a natural wonder
to the multifaceted palm frond - suitable as tinder
It can certainly be said that, in the slight
one can perceive preternatural might
So, as the Scots say, “while we breathe we hope”
and our delicate operatives firmly stay a-float
whitewater appeared
a rumbling roar filled the air
the waterfall’s near
When wild beasts roar against its blood
Two grizzlies rise up in full swing
They'll bathe the field in crimson flood
When wild beasts roar
No ties survive what desires bring
Estrus whips ursine rage to bud
For nature bows to just one king
Gone were their childish plays as cubs
Old bonds break for the sake of bling
Where one takes crown, the other mud
When wild beasts roar
(Image #2)
Hate not the clouds that roar;
Feel happy, seeing their outpour!
Glare not at the chisels that cut you hard;
Mind, they turn you into the idols of high regard!
roar of lioness
placated with tenderness
taming of the shrew
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
She was not born in gilded light,
No tender touch to soothe the night.
The world she knew was cracked and cold —
A thousand truths she never told.
She learned to roar before she spoke,
From chains of fear, her spirit broke.
No silver spoon, no soft embrace —
Just sharpened claws and burning grace.
They called her wild, they called her wrong —
But shadows made her fierce and strong.
She licked the wounds that others gave,
And carved her name from what they paved.
The lioness does not retreat —
She bears the scars, she claims defeat.
Yet still she rises, fierce and free —
A queen who owns her destiny.
For love was never fed with ease,
It hid between the jagged seas.
But now she rules where fear once lay —
The lioness has found her way.
It all started like a loose joke
As thoughtful emotions set in
Gradually spreading within him
With the basements slowly wavering
That the lion emerged roaring
Earned nothing when he fought hard
Impalas roused him up when he had rest
Lost recognition as he intensely roared
Crowned a king if he couldn't run
Which sounded openly skeptical
Should I relax? He pondered
Why not catch the prey?
Is battling wise? He questioned
Why not settle for less?
Pitifully, he'd to promptly decide
Is recognition or satisfaction?
To feel powerful and proud
For helping him survive in the wild
In achieving vitality and balance
Does honor outweigh fulfilment?
Irrespective of how beautiful was a song
With how boiled inside he was among
And against odds it all belong
All of it was then named wrong
Yet none of it was deemed strong
a weak, tiring roar~
the same one that once shook the jungles...
now too feeble to scare.
Its strength fades to past glory...
as death lingers close to claim.
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