The great wild sea roars,
High waves crashing far away,
Stillness on the rocks.
My biggest weakness is my desire for obsession
My want to be fully engulfed in my aeipathy for another person
To give them all of me
And more, all I want to be
To gladly abandon any other potential
To blind myself
To neglect anything else that needs my attention
To forsake my goals and any progress I've made toward them
For the sake of being consumed by the feeling of being in love
To hold tight to someone long after they are gone.
To fixate on an idea
I do this to my detriment
I remain stagnant in a moment long past
And feel it still, as real as it once had been
My disposition to sacrifice the current moment is my undoing
I abandon the things that need tending to
I die to all future moments
I could easily live the rest of life as a court jester
Playing the role of Romeo on the stage of my own mind
Exact the moment
precise the time
In roars midnight
buried, her chimes
Screaming winds
startled creatures
Storm-clouds harbingers
winter’s preachers
A skull rocking sky-rumbles,
spills over rooftops,
salvos shake mind-cradles,
bruise landscapes.
I return home to a house
crouching under a pressing menace.
A tormenting sky slowly passes by,
nonetheless, I won't leave here
until my timid tabby cat
leads the way.
Forget more
She says
How could I forget
Your hands in mine
On the beach
Without sunshine
Cool dark night
Feet buried in sand
Water splashing, Creating roars
Cutting rocks through time
Under the moonlight
You are mine, you are mine
Nimbus clouds are spinning and swirling
Lightning is swiftly sending his bolts hurling
Silver spears he's throwing to Earth are my cue
to boom before a violent storm passes through
When I roar, clamoring aloud, buildings shake
People tremble as if I was causing an earthquake
There's a deafening timber in the sound of my voice
It's the only way I can speak and it's not by choice
Many have great fear of me, but I do them no harm
They should think of me as a warning alarm
when in the far off distance they hear my call
telling of a thunderstorm approaching with a squall
as young bavila princess smiles, many folks are happy, royal leopard roars.
Hear the heavans roar..Yet not disney thats clear.'
Clear as shattererd wind-screens; as about faced is
The purveyor of dreams '
Nightmare solving clear and clean, not for kids
Or even adults consideration its seen.! seen through
Lifes two way mirror, heavily polished, and outlined'
With glitter.' By prancing people important types!
That thrive on publicity and plenty of hype.' They'll
Not stoop down to gritty takes.! Or so wer'e inforned
They'll not forsake, the moral highs? Or should I put
Disguuse? I'm sure we'll try them out then for size!
So no surprise ?
A dense sky-rubble
trundled and spilled above the rooftops
a runaway thunder ground along unseen tracks,
a near salvo rocking mind-cradles,
then a muted detonation over a far off
storm bruised landscape.
The tumult cracked and sizzled-
leaden were the rayless shades.
I returned home in the nick of
a dispersing moment.
The house seemed crouched,
ceilings low and cowering;
a living-space quashed by a heavy hand
rooms sheltering from the weight of imminent
upheaval.
I paused for the searing glare of lightning
yet a deepening gloom
sparked no ignition nor flash;
only a pressing portent of menace.
Then as rapid as the booming
onslaught arrived
the heavens broke open,
gravity expelled a lighter breath
to rise ballooning into an airy light.
All who huddled beneath that cacophony
sighed now in shamed relief
a prayer unspoken upon their lips.
I did not leave my dwelling that day
until my timid tabby cat
bravely led the way.
We are shaped from silence.
I am struck by life's upheaval loudness,
We've been sucked into the abyss.
The deterrents proceed to extensiveness.
We're still utterly annihilated and witless.
Floundering about in a foreign land.
Everything happens at a breakneck pace band.
As well as ferocious gusts from the past stand.
Our leading spirits are being ruffled.
I'm puzzled whether they were on guard.
In their gleaming towers, the affluent rare.
For all the immortal soldiers drear
Whatever it scarcely in similar barre
For all the awe-inspiring masses dare
As time goes on, it becomes less austere.
Not in the slightest is it secure to leave?
Unless a dreadful catastrophe deceives.
Written: November 30, 2021
I remember I roared when I should have whispered.. I lost the purity of message delivered.. should be the gifted but always presenter.. multiple champs but must be the winner.. how could I be saint when I dine amongst sinners..disgust on my plate my wine just as bitter..out in this jungle surrounded by critters.. were so socially stained it gives Lucifer jitters.. some lost in the choir and should have been preachers.. while others had beauty beneath the skin creatures.. have mastered their art hiding flawed mental features.. a skeletons frame still attracting life's leechers.. some deserved degrees but were shunned by their teachers .. while the swiftest to run just remained in the bleachers.. built for a fire there heart pumping ether.. perpetual motion wounds must rest to get closure... Drunken rants edition..
me roars
mere roars
-------but -------
me rea-roars
me air-roars.....
------ so ------
me air-oars
me airh'orse
--- meaning ---
me, or us, mirror
mere-error mere-air-roars
stan sand
I know why the caved bear roars
he can't sleep cuz the other snores
so he paces the cold bare floors
longs for the beach and an ice cold Coors.
He got the shot, used alcohol
he's been inside since early fall
all because of WHO's insistence
he stay inside, keep his distance.
He's stuck inside - spring slowly thaws
while he's inside washing his paws
and so he roars - a bellow thin
a roar that just brought up more phlegm.
John G. Lawless
3/16/2020
terrific, rolling
like the eternal thunders
a flash of lightning
5/1/19
The lioness hums...
The wafting inside my head,
Whirling afloat, like a hurricane.
I tell myself, The worst she can say, is no
Perchance the lioness winks...
I will offer my lonely heart to her.
My roar will echo through heaven
Whispers amongst the fools who doubt me...
Daub within the townsmen.
A folly frenzy flutters, lip to lip, ear to ear
My palms dank, I starred at her across the room.
She smiled and winked...
Me, I was in awe, I was in love
Towards her I walked, stopping two feet away...
I then froze, She froze too...
Like a time freeze, we both stood silent
Slowly, we inched closer...
And closer, and closer, still silent, until...
Our lips touched, and we kissed
I knew right then and there,
This wasn't a case of happenstance.
I knew, our love, was my destiny...
The lion roars...
Eight Word Challenege - Bardenesque Poetry Contest
Sponsor John Hamilton
1-31-2019
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