Shouting Poems

Twistin' And Shouting'

Been blessed with a very sensitive nose
Drawn to ladies who smell like a rose
An intense attraction
As I leap into action
Shivering and shaking right down to my toes

The End Of Its Shouting

He died
in a whisper
alone
in its presence 

The call of death
weaker
than what he’d
been told

Wading into its
shallows
each step
took him deeper

Reluctance 
and acceptance 
 both swimming 
in turn

Each voice
every motion
he passed
toward the bottom

The pressure of
choosing
now
drifting away

In denial
and waiting
the past 
floating above him

But the end 
of its 
shouting
— had finally begun

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

Things to shout about

By BillMarable 

He was a pastor of the third generation 
who could sometimes get animated in his presentation

Like last Sunday at the 11 o’clock hour
The spirit took hold and he began to tower

As the choir ended it’s morning song to glory
Pastor begin to recite his holy story


He stood at the mic all clam and composed
As he laid

I feel a choir of raw throats shouting hoarse warnings and then quieting

I feel a choir of raw throats shouting hoarse warnings and then quieting,
Leaving a nervous stillness trembling on the lips of the morning,
Or riding the scrolling text at the bottom of the TV screen.
Something is wrong.
There is a restlessness seeping like mist from the lesions
Of the carnage yet to come, a slow decay,
As if all

Nicorates

upon meditation when outside
suggested happenings it knew I 
would not like, sun-filled spring
afternoons piled up like books
stacked upon books, teetering,
then after attempts, the room 
went nowhere, but, I may not 
have done – her voice shouted
it both drew me in to another
world yet threw me back to the
one I had just left . . 

Man Cave

My Man Cave my shed,
All it needs is a bed.

Its become my private domain,
Where nobody can complain.

Its full of tool and all of my fishing gear,
There are even some of my comfortable old clothes that I just like to wear.

There a comfortable chair,
And lots of things I don't like to share.

I can simply fiddle about,
I

The Value of the Silence Poetrix

Perceiving the value of silence
        I understood that the shouting
           is  much ado for nothing

I Am Not Shouting I Have Superglued

THE Caps- Lock'S Down

Life Is Shouting

The cactus hoovers like a bully daring to be touched.                                             

Screams

Can you hear it?
Not that anybody presses so,
But still,
There they are.

Their obnoxious shouting,
With twitching countenances,
A purely inconceivable demeanor 
Consisting of nothing
But insanity,
Lust,
And overall
Ravenousness.

They used to walk,
Walk inside,
And back out again
Ever so orderly.

Gloriously gallant guards
Protecting the central base
Of their livelihood.

Now,
They scramble
Writhing,
Self-penalizing,
Wriggling with utter chaos
As the lot of anxious, 
Swinish abominations
That we now realize they are.

That we

Anger

Anger a fierce emotion,
Quietly seething the blood boiling,
Anger shows when upset,
It comes out in many ways,
Yelling, hitting throwing things,
A missile flying duck there are more to come,
A slap never solves anything,
Yelling just walk away,
Talk things through that's the best way.

Forest Man Shouting

I wasn't their for your wedding
you won't be their for mine
right you are
right you are
aint nobody inviting you
bet' not come up in here
aint nobody getting
maried round here
aint no body getting married round here

that chic you wiff she's ah sucka
punk like you
wiff ah gal like that
 man that's a pretty gown
did you try it on
aint noibody

Shouting Farewell

Tripping over my shadow,
guilt darkened the night

The devil bespoken,
fear burning bright

Stepping into the darkness,
one chance to look back

Light shouting farewell
—as panic attacked

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Shouting At Their Profit Clouds

Shouting at their profit clouds

I have been on the left all my life
Our leaders war in Vietnam inspired me 
As a young man, facing conscription
Then Labor was elected and saved me from jail
Or killing people I did not know
For reasons unfathomable
To my young mind

I was too young to vote
But went to Labor
Or rather its left
And

Shouting In the Wind

Beneath a sky of blue

On a plain of grass so green

Sitting underneath a tree

Thinking of what is

And of what might have been

A man reflects on fellow man

Of trying to help many times

Of all things that he was said

All the times that they have turned away

Standing now and looking to sky

And far across the empty land

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