"bullhorns" poems - Hello Poetry

The quirky wink of the laughing tortoise. Too much silence, screaming loud noise at the people so used to having bullhorns in their voice box. The tortoise talks of tickling tongues with songs sung by an old irishman after fishing for patience. Talking of whisky tasted, and the faces of the woman who used to pull the strings on his back. The tortoise laughed and laughed and the little lizards had little to say back.

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Aug 14, 2014

Aug 14, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC

c-j-baxter

Nonsense Sentences

The quirky wink of the laughing tortoise. Too much silence, screaming loud noise at the people so used to having bullhorns in their voice box. The tortoise talks of tickling tongues with songs sung by an old irishman after fishing for patience. Talking of whisky tasted, and the faces of the woman who used to pull the strings on his back. The tortoise laughed and laughed and the little lizards had little to say back.

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#OccupyWallStreet : The First Front The laborious efforts of Liberty Will not go Unnoticed Untelevised revolution Witnessed By mute voices Til the crowd joins in The media’s immediate Covering of the story Takes on a new meaning Internet live streaming American Dreaming Of the Awakening The world’s been waiting for Bullhorns blow As the The Bull’s horns Are approached With a silent crashing The whole world Will remember The 17th of September Backed against the wall The public confronted the Wall Streets filled with peace Protesters who speak For the rights of the peopl The %99

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Oct 4, 2011

Oct 4, 2011 at 4:06 PM UTC

joseph-childress

#OccupyWallStreet : The First Front

#OccupyWallStreet : The First Front The laborious efforts of Liberty Will not go Unnoticed Untelevised revolution Witnessed By mute voices Til the crowd joins in The media’s immediate Covering of the story Takes on a new meaning Internet live streaming American Dreaming Of the Awakening The world’s been waiting for Bullhorns blow As the The Bull’s horns Are approached With a silent crashing The whole world Will remember The 17th of September Backed against the wall The public confronted the Wall Streets filled with peace Protesters who speak For the rights of the peopl The %99

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Speech of Freedom I will listen – now tell me what you think And tell me what you think, not what you feel Not what you were commanded by bullhorns Not chants beginning with “Hey! Hey! ** ** I will listen – now tell me that you think You, not a crowd, a hive, a swarm, a shoal You, not a mood, a whim, a committee You, not a photocopied manifesto Because I want to hear you – you, not echoes I will listen – now tell me what you think

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Speech of Freedom - in rebuke of certain Middlebury College students

Speech of Freedom I will listen – now tell me what you think And tell me what you think, not what you feel Not what you were commanded by bullhorns Not chants beginning with “Hey! Hey! ** ** I will listen – now tell me that you think You, not a crowd, a hive, a swarm, a shoal You, not a mood, a whim, a committee You, not a photocopied manifesto Because I want to hear you – you, not echoes I will listen – now tell me what you think

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There are more important things Than the color of their eyes And the missing puzzle piece that you feel in your heart There is something brewing Inside of us The pent up rage The bottled up frustration Lent to us by the oppression We face every day So we ring it in with bells and bullhorns And pray for the day when love is legal And free speech is free And middle schools are free from misoginy And the police protect my rights based on laws and not skin tone The balance has been thrown The dynamics swaying in the breeze It's well past time for a 180 degree turn We'll let society burn And ring in a new age With bullhorns and bells And we'll fight for our ******* freedom.

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Aug 14, 2014

Aug 14, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC

meghan-oneill

Follow up

There are more important things Than the color of their eyes And the missing puzzle piece that you feel in your heart There is something brewing Inside of us The pent up rage The bottled up frustration Lent to us by the oppression We face every day So we ring it in with bells and bullhorns And pray for the day when love is legal And free speech is free And middle schools are free from misoginy And the police protect my rights based on laws and not skin tone The balance has been thrown The dynamics swaying in the breeze It's well past time for a 180 degree turn We'll let society burn And ring in a new age With bullhorns and bells And we'll fight for our ******* freedom.

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you were my world you were my showers of confetti my honking of bullhorns my grand release of doves and balloons every message, every notification from you would excite every cell in my body my bones would turn into a gelatinous mess leaving me vulnerable and weak leaving me breathless to whatever you had to say you were my favorite kind of night unexpected phone calls from you would leave my heart racing would leave a gigantic grin on my face hearing your deep, echoic voice talk about your favorite things, your passions just made me fall in love with you more and your smile oh God, that smile (But that smile is for a different story...) i knew it was a trap, that it wasn't real i knew i shouldn't have fallen for it but you knew exactly what to say to make me fall in love with you you were my blanket of reality made of faux leather fragrant lies and sweet drops of poison were your main themes one by one you feed me with your poison one by one you bless me with your lies and i was falling for it no string of words could ever express how hurt i was to find out that it wasn't just me i was hurt but i wasn't surprised you, were my happiness and i was just one of your sweet escapes

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Mar 31, 2015

Mar 31, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC

peculiarities

Used

you were my world you were my showers of confetti my honking of bullhorns my grand release of doves and balloons every message, every notification from you would excite every cell in my body my bones would turn into a gelatinous mess leaving me vulnerable and weak leaving me breathless to whatever you had to say you were my favorite kind of night unexpected phone calls from you would leave my heart racing would leave a gigantic grin on my face hearing your deep, echoic voice talk about your favorite things, your passions just made me fall in love with you more and your smile oh God, that smile (But that smile is for a different story...) i knew it was a trap, that it wasn't real i knew i shouldn't have fallen for it but you knew exactly what to say to make me fall in love with you you were my blanket of reality made of faux leather fragrant lies and sweet drops of poison were your main themes one by one you feed me with your poison one by one you bless me with your lies and i was falling for it no string of words could ever express how hurt i was to find out that it wasn't just me i was hurt but i wasn't surprised you, were my happiness and i was just one of your sweet escapes

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It wasn't supposed to go like this! Julian and cousin Henry fled breathless down the alley Henry turned and fired two shots toward their uniformed pursuers. *"Late breaking news: Police interrupted a burglary in the 300 block of Hastings. An officer is down and has been taken to Blessed Sacrament Hospital."* Henry and Julian raced in through his Mom's front door scrambling for the basement. Henry mad beyond himself said. "I know I hit him, man, I saw him drop!" "Get a grip you fool, you winged him and we got away *"The slain officer's name has been released. Brad Kravcik leaves a wife, a grown daughter and two teen-aged sons. Witnesses identified two youths and police expect an arrest at any minute."* Julian's mother exploded down the stairs. "Your pictures are on the tube. You idiots killed a ********* cop. Get the hell out of my house!" The two boys tried for the door but bullhorns, lights and a forest of rifles barred their exit. *"This just in: two suspects have been arrested in the shooting death of officer Kravcik. Julian Lewis and Henry Behrens are believe to be responsible for a string of north side break-ins. The whole community is breathing a huge sigh of relief."* The governor made no eleventh hour call, so Henry banished all thoughts of the plastic tube silently dripping terminal liquid into his vein He felt the world go hazy then felt nothing - nothing at all.

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC

robert-c-howard

No Exit

It wasn't supposed to go like this! Julian and cousin Henry fled breathless down the alley Henry turned and fired two shots toward their uniformed pursuers. *"Late breaking news: Police interrupted a burglary in the 300 block of Hastings. An officer is down and has been taken to Blessed Sacrament Hospital."* Henry and Julian raced in through his Mom's front door scrambling for the basement. Henry mad beyond himself said. "I know I hit him, man, I saw him drop!" "Get a grip you fool, you winged him and we got away *"The slain officer's name has been released. Brad Kravcik leaves a wife, a grown daughter and two teen-aged sons. Witnesses identified two youths and police expect an arrest at any minute."* Julian's mother exploded down the stairs. "Your pictures are on the tube. You idiots killed a ********* cop. Get the hell out of my house!" The two boys tried for the door but bullhorns, lights and a forest of rifles barred their exit. *"This just in: two suspects have been arrested in the shooting death of officer Kravcik. Julian Lewis and Henry Behrens are believe to be responsible for a string of north side break-ins. The whole community is breathing a huge sigh of relief."* The governor made no eleventh hour call, so Henry banished all thoughts of the plastic tube silently dripping terminal liquid into his vein He felt the world go hazy then felt nothing - nothing at all.

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In the silt the milt the making of man, the coming of dawn the morning begun, the run through the trees, the taking, invoking the spirits to please, smoking a peace pipe wearing a second stripe we're all in the war of what went before and what's not here yet. In ten thousand years they will dig up my bones professors will view me and talk in hushed tones. I'll be in the museum, some, will come down to see me,the fragrance of history etched in the memory of lines scratched by bullhorns,when the lawman kicked in the door man and that can't be right man. And for now we will take it,we get used to the bullshit,we were brought up on horseshit,in the spitting my way through the saliva today, I walk upon tainted water, turned to ice, think i oughta use a ****** to slaughter the unborn of the daughters of the devil who sort of knows exactly where I'm at. In the vat where the system is rising unbidden to fall and be hidden I stir and stare at reflections.

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Oct 21, 2014

Oct 21, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

3 witch way

In the silt the milt the making of man, the coming of dawn the morning begun, the run through the trees, the taking, invoking the spirits to please, smoking a peace pipe wearing a second stripe we're all in the war of what went before and what's not here yet. In ten thousand years they will dig up my bones professors will view me and talk in hushed tones. I'll be in the museum, some, will come down to see me,the fragrance of history etched in the memory of lines scratched by bullhorns,when the lawman kicked in the door man and that can't be right man. And for now we will take it,we get used to the bullshit,we were brought up on horseshit,in the spitting my way through the saliva today, I walk upon tainted water, turned to ice, think i oughta use a ****** to slaughter the unborn of the daughters of the devil who sort of knows exactly where I'm at. In the vat where the system is rising unbidden to fall and be hidden I stir and stare at reflections.

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“You wanna go to the crystal shop with me? Maybe some coffee?” First things we said Buying matching bullhorns for later I’ll show you how to wrap sage leaves You can show me how to build a fire Lucky Blessed Charmed Happy We didn’t have to wait long We’ll make a pact We’ll promise to grow old Side by side We know we’re already Dead This was the first time We understood Oui © Christopher F. Brown 2017

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Jul 12, 2017

Jul 12, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC

christopher-f-brown

Charles & Frank

“You wanna go to the crystal shop with me? Maybe some coffee?” First things we said Buying matching bullhorns for later I’ll show you how to wrap sage leaves You can show me how to build a fire Lucky Blessed Charmed Happy We didn’t have to wait long We’ll make a pact We’ll promise to grow old Side by side We know we’re already Dead This was the first time We understood Oui © Christopher F. Brown 2017

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Thousands of generations, Spoiled by the copious luxurious commodities Corrupted as, per say, the hollow mass embraces - no, conceals Their will to live - the pure essence As comes to mourning in grief, wallowing for the lunistice Devouring their last sliver of animation they contained Thus bring in the artillery - what purpose has armistice When the last threads of humanity are dictated By bullhorns ridden with shards of bone, in enamel coating Cavities open gaping wide as they drill their song through your cranium The hypocrisy of the social hivemind Intellect seeping through luminescent containers Stacks of pixels draining the vivacity from your hollow casts In its infancy, it was decorated as revolutionary and beneficial In status quo, replacing the primitive necessities Disguising them as enhancements As they absorb the rotting cells in the marionettes Indulging themselves indefinitely, erratically Resembling maggot infesting their corpses The fallacy of its concept governing the output In alacrity, the symbiosis of computerized machinery Ad interim, I remain shackled in my own habitat, Demonising the occasion, disjoint from the remainder of whatever humanity Remains in the soulless remnants of a man Reciting the soliloquy of the hypocrisy of humanity

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Nov 27, 2017

Nov 27, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC

Niitiuu

The enigmatic hypocrisy of the modern man

Thousands of generations, Spoiled by the copious luxurious commodities Corrupted as, per say, the hollow mass embraces - no, conceals Their will to live - the pure essence As comes to mourning in grief, wallowing for the lunistice Devouring their last sliver of animation they contained Thus bring in the artillery - what purpose has armistice When the last threads of humanity are dictated By bullhorns ridden with shards of bone, in enamel coating Cavities open gaping wide as they drill their song through your cranium The hypocrisy of the social hivemind Intellect seeping through luminescent containers Stacks of pixels draining the vivacity from your hollow casts In its infancy, it was decorated as revolutionary and beneficial In status quo, replacing the primitive necessities Disguising them as enhancements As they absorb the rotting cells in the marionettes Indulging themselves indefinitely, erratically Resembling maggot infesting their corpses The fallacy of its concept governing the output In alacrity, the symbiosis of computerized machinery Ad interim, I remain shackled in my own habitat, Demonising the occasion, disjoint from the remainder of whatever humanity Remains in the soulless remnants of a man Reciting the soliloquy of the hypocrisy of humanity

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Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] “Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew” cited in -Stanley Kunitz Lyrics, Songs, and Albums | Genius To the Privileged Youth of Columbia University: As a child of situational poverty I am so grateful for all my Jewish teachers Including Moses Joshua Jeremiah Samuel David Solomon Jesus, Mary, and Joseph Saint Peter and the others in The Twelve Saint Paul Elie Weisel Chaim Potok Herman Wouk Leon Uris Franz Kafka Leonard Cohen Anne Frank Bernard Malamud Isaac Bashevis Singer Philip Roth Osip Mandelstam Saul Bellow Isaac Asimov Woody Allen Mel Brooks Edna Ferber Yip Harburg George Cukor Mel Brooks Oscar Hammerstein Alan Lerner Carl Reiner Rod Serling Franz Werfel Alan Arkin Claire Bloom Leonard Nimoy Chaim Topol Ed Asner Mel Brooks Peter Falk Werner Klemperer Jack Klugman Walter Matthau Tony Randall Mel Torme John Banner Kirk Douglas Lorne Greene Eli Wallach Sam Wanamaker Morey Amsterdam Leo Genn Otto Preminger Jack Benny Leslie Howard Ernst Lubitsch Cecil B. DeMille Mortimer Adler Allen Bloom Harold Bloom Irving Berlin Boris Pasternak Emil Ludwig Eric Wolfgang Korngold Elmer Bernstein Max Steiner George Gershwin Dimitri Tiomkin Samuel Fuller Alexander Korda Zoltan Korda Emeric Pressburger Erich von Stroheim Billy Wilder William Wyler Fred Zinnemann J. J. Abrams Peter Bogdanovich Michael Curtiz Stanley Donen Stanley Kramer Howard Caine Leon Askin Robert Clary Dinah Shore Stephen Sondheim Volodymyr Zelinsky Simon Schama Louise Gluck Siegfried Sassoon Isaac Rosenberg Joseph Brodsky Rob Morrow Vasily Grossman Stanley Kubrick Viktor Frankl And more, so many more, a cloud of witnesses Whose names are written in gold on a scroll in Heaven But somehow, in this world of beauty and truth And humanity’s aspirations to the good All you have found are bullhorns, trash fires, chants Clinched fists, obscenities, lies, and shrieking hate

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Apr 19, 2024

Apr 19, 2024 at 12:12 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

"Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew"

Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] “Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew” cited in -Stanley Kunitz Lyrics, Songs, and Albums | Genius To the Privileged Youth of Columbia University: As a child of situational poverty I am so grateful for all my Jewish teachers Including Moses Joshua Jeremiah Samuel David Solomon Jesus, Mary, and Joseph Saint Peter and the others in The Twelve Saint Paul Elie Weisel Chaim Potok Herman Wouk Leon Uris Franz Kafka Leonard Cohen Anne Frank Bernard Malamud Isaac Bashevis Singer Philip Roth Osip Mandelstam Saul Bellow Isaac Asimov Woody Allen Mel Brooks Edna Ferber Yip Harburg George Cukor Mel Brooks Oscar Hammerstein Alan Lerner Carl Reiner Rod Serling Franz Werfel Alan Arkin Claire Bloom Leonard Nimoy Chaim Topol Ed Asner Mel Brooks Peter Falk Werner Klemperer Jack Klugman Walter Matthau Tony Randall Mel Torme John Banner Kirk Douglas Lorne Greene Eli Wallach Sam Wanamaker Morey Amsterdam Leo Genn Otto Preminger Jack Benny Leslie Howard Ernst Lubitsch Cecil B. DeMille Mortimer Adler Allen Bloom Harold Bloom Irving Berlin Boris Pasternak Emil Ludwig Eric Wolfgang Korngold Elmer Bernstein Max Steiner George Gershwin Dimitri Tiomkin Samuel Fuller Alexander Korda Zoltan Korda Emeric Pressburger Erich von Stroheim Billy Wilder William Wyler Fred Zinnemann J. J. Abrams Peter Bogdanovich Michael Curtiz Stanley Donen Stanley Kramer Howard Caine Leon Askin Robert Clary Dinah Shore Stephen Sondheim Volodymyr Zelinsky Simon Schama Louise Gluck Siegfried Sassoon Isaac Rosenberg Joseph Brodsky Rob Morrow Vasily Grossman Stanley Kubrick Viktor Frankl And more, so many more, a cloud of witnesses Whose names are written in gold on a scroll in Heaven But somehow, in this world of beauty and truth And humanity’s aspirations to the good All you have found are bullhorns, trash fires, chants Clinched fists, obscenities, lies, and shrieking hate

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crazy foreign fare maybe you curdle defeat in the streets baring solar assault (you've fried your unit) harpy malicious harpies as bullhorns fact-fire biting into delirious fright-blight of abrasion upon your eardrums abstain (it's all an abusical !) refuse this parody the good night woe stains on your sleeves i belly believe you'll capture your death way out here at the merry least you'll pass a deathly coffin sneeze silly-silly breath breathe

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Mar 12, 2025

Mar 12, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC

neth-jones

...there's this song that gets stuck in my head

crazy foreign fare maybe you curdle defeat in the streets baring solar assault (you've fried your unit) harpy malicious harpies as bullhorns fact-fire biting into delirious fright-blight of abrasion upon your eardrums abstain (it's all an abusical !) refuse this parody the good night woe stains on your sleeves i belly believe you'll capture your death way out here at the merry least you'll pass a deathly coffin sneeze silly-silly breath breathe

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Nobody Saw this coming In unison they begin All media nose a joint Same talking points Teslas are burning Obscenities churning Bullhorns are turning Domestic terrorist Molotov cocktail Concerted effort In the streets Citizens last To speak Destruction without missing a beat 11 states thus far, drum beats fire heats. Destroying Tesla Buildings and Cars Private information Public made known Hacking systems they condone Targeting Tesla owners destroy Terrorist play games power decoy Elon Guilty by association Trump Elon Works free, SpaceX DOGE astronaut’s home no reprieve He exposed their ***** secrets American citizens believe truth No longer can they hide uncouth What was hid is now openly known Foot notes I tried to make a picture of a face and body in a sitting position. I think I captured the face pretty well the perfect protruding nose . just like a government official their nose in everybody’s business. This is what I call WORD ART Inspired songs 1)Terrorist By Novelist ( official music video ) YouTube 2) True Story By Jimmy Cliff 3) Born in The U.S.A By Bruce Springsteen

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Mar 23, 2025

Mar 23, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC

cj-sutherland

America under Fire Domestic Terrorist

Nobody Saw this coming In unison they begin All media nose a joint Same talking points Teslas are burning Obscenities churning Bullhorns are turning Domestic terrorist Molotov cocktail Concerted effort In the streets Citizens last To speak Destruction without missing a beat 11 states thus far, drum beats fire heats. Destroying Tesla Buildings and Cars Private information Public made known Hacking systems they condone Targeting Tesla owners destroy Terrorist play games power decoy Elon Guilty by association Trump Elon Works free, SpaceX DOGE astronaut’s home no reprieve He exposed their ***** secrets American citizens believe truth No longer can they hide uncouth What was hid is now openly known Foot notes I tried to make a picture of a face and body in a sitting position. I think I captured the face pretty well the perfect protruding nose . just like a government official their nose in everybody’s business. This is what I call WORD ART Inspired songs 1)Terrorist By Novelist ( official music video ) YouTube 2) True Story By Jimmy Cliff 3) Born in The U.S.A By Bruce Springsteen

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Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office But Mom, All the Cool Kids are into Genocide! “Students! Be the Fuhrer’s Propagandists!” **** poster ca. 1933, per Library of Congress: [Studenten seid Propagandisten des Führers Hoch-u. Fachschulen bekennen sich am 29. März zur Deutschen Freiheitsbewegung / (loc.gov)] All the cool kids are into genocide Slogans and posters and bullhorns and cries Abandoning their studies to march outside And scream the same 2,000-year-old lies The InterGossip commands, and they obey Blocking the streets and clenching each fist Waving misspelt signs and yelling all day Never pausing to ask if there’s something they’ve missed Am I a hollow echo for some sycophant’s squall? Will I fail to think for myself at all?

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Oct 22, 2023

Oct 22, 2023 at 6:58 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

But Mom, All the Cool Kids are into Genocide!

Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office But Mom, All the Cool Kids are into Genocide! “Students! Be the Fuhrer’s Propagandists!” **** poster ca. 1933, per Library of Congress: [Studenten seid Propagandisten des Führers Hoch-u. Fachschulen bekennen sich am 29. März zur Deutschen Freiheitsbewegung / (loc.gov)] All the cool kids are into genocide Slogans and posters and bullhorns and cries Abandoning their studies to march outside And scream the same 2,000-year-old lies The InterGossip commands, and they obey Blocking the streets and clenching each fist Waving misspelt signs and yelling all day Never pausing to ask if there’s something they’ve missed Am I a hollow echo for some sycophant’s squall? Will I fail to think for myself at all?

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