#hoot - Hello Poetry

The drizzling has stopped Temporarily, maybe to take a gap The winds are catching up A lone hooting owl A dog that howls afar A little thunder far away The winds chilling now The rumblings can be heard Rumblings of a distant rain.

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Jul 22, 2025

Jul 22, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC

tprmenon

Rumblings of a distant rain

The drizzling has stopped Temporarily, maybe to take a gap The winds are catching up A lone hooting owl A dog that howls afar A little thunder far away The winds chilling now The rumblings can be heard Rumblings of a distant rain.

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This fella or was it a lass? the compelling question to ask? This unique one, with a hoot. No, it didn't bark or woof or even meow, or blow bubbles like my fish, Pop! It never spoke a word or a sentence. You could speak to it, can you understand my soft words? All you heard back was the hoot. Was that a yes or a no or a maybe? short and sweet, or long and soft. I couldn't tell but I thought and shrugged my shoulders thinking, "oh' well, My name, never mind what's yours? it gave a hoot. So I said you look like a hoogle to me? What's a hoogle you say, well it's what this hoot looks like most of all. But really I just made it up. "Shhhh our secret, that's what it is a hoolgle And you know what it gave out a happy hoot, i think it likes its new name. But remember if you meet this unique one, with a hoot. No, it didn't bark or woof or even meow, or blow bubbles like my fish, Pop! But it will merrily walk and just hoot all-day and did I mention it hoots in its sleep? That's why I'm awake writhing

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Jan 23, 2021

Jan 23, 2021 at 6:22 AM UTC

poetic-t

The Hoggle That Could Hoot

This fella or was it a lass? the compelling question to ask? This unique one, with a hoot. No, it didn't bark or woof or even meow, or blow bubbles like my fish, Pop! It never spoke a word or a sentence. You could speak to it, can you understand my soft words? All you heard back was the hoot. Was that a yes or a no or a maybe? short and sweet, or long and soft. I couldn't tell but I thought and shrugged my shoulders thinking, "oh' well, My name, never mind what's yours? it gave a hoot. So I said you look like a hoogle to me? What's a hoogle you say, well it's what this hoot looks like most of all. But really I just made it up. "Shhhh our secret, that's what it is a hoolgle And you know what it gave out a happy hoot, i think it likes its new name. But remember if you meet this unique one, with a hoot. No, it didn't bark or woof or even meow, or blow bubbles like my fish, Pop! But it will merrily walk and just hoot all-day and did I mention it hoots in its sleep? That's why I'm awake writhing

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matin mini boon got you so soon this lit'l boo to suit and end the blues with petunias that bloom with smoke in their room and nocturn with owl matin was in the red house

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Feb 9, 2019

Feb 9, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC

poetman

red house

matin mini boon got you so soon this lit'l boo to suit and end the blues with petunias that bloom with smoke in their room and nocturn with owl matin was in the red house

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rectilinear, oracle, eschew today's words apparently eschew and a sneeze are interchangeable, phonetically speaking. have you been holding out on me? i'm all for said sensual urges and wild manic destroying of the yurt, but please- rest of us just gotta be sensible.

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Nov 20, 2018

Nov 20, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC

road-heart

Admiral And

rectilinear, oracle, eschew today's words apparently eschew and a sneeze are interchangeable, phonetically speaking. have you been holding out on me? i'm all for said sensual urges and wild manic destroying of the yurt, but please- rest of us just gotta be sensible.

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The eyes, as they look No one gives the hoot He was one last hope to last But dead in brain Soon his grave burnt in fears Nothing could hold back her tears ... A shiver Clinched his hands And the town was no more like the past And a hero dies As the town falls

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Apr 17, 2017

Apr 17, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC

shahriyar-yazdanjoo

Dark

The eyes, as they look No one gives the hoot He was one last hope to last But dead in brain Soon his grave burnt in fears Nothing could hold back her tears ... A shiver Clinched his hands And the town was no more like the past And a hero dies As the town falls

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The midnight bell tolls, A barn owl accounts with hoots Night's mix of music

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Apr 13, 2017

Apr 13, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC