"howler" poems
if the ocean would carry me
it'll collapse under the weight of my bones
made with cement and steel
and the burden each brick owns
witness the waves howler and scream
just like the heart caged in my chest
blood bubbling around the muscle
surging with every beat and protest
the bottom of the sea may be quiet
like my tongue folded neatly in my mouth
though feral beasts deep within
choke with pressure more than i can count
the ocean and i are seperate
both flowers from different gardens
one ephemeral, one wilting before your eyes
but both's head tilting up to the heavens
sorrowful eyes, swirling, storm awakening
chaos mingling betwixt water and blood
ravid souls in dire need of feeding
cursed and blessed by god
i wonder if i could carry the ocean
within just the corners of my palm
i and the ocean - we are one
a catastrophe after the calm
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC
Gabby Abrego
I'll never let you go go
unless we go to Mexico
and you be come a hobo!
Then I'll go.
and fetch the so co.
so we can dance to disco
eat enchiladas with adobo
pick the **** out of our Afros!
We'll feel so funky,
the people will get spunky
when we arrive on donkeys,
and ride around their towns!
We'll befriend all the junkies
and give them howler monkeys,
it'll be so funny
we'll laugh until you cry!
Ohh! Gabby Abrego I'll never let you go go
unless I get you prego
then I'll run like mad!
cuz if we had a baby
I'd stop being lazy
get as famous as THE LADY
support you like Eminem did for his baby.
So Never Ever leave me
Or I'll succumb to Scientology
and go even more crazy
my world'd become a mystery.
I'd rather be a rhino
rather be tricked into a *****
rather be married to Bono
in a movie starring J.Lo
be forced to live with Yoko Ono
have red eyes like an albino
than to ever be with out
Gabby Abrego!!!
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 1:01 AM UTC
One night
I was a werewolf,
but that got out of hand.
One night
you were a peach,
but I preferred fresh
over canned.
The blood scent was strong
and on your collar,
or was it spaghetti sauce?
We meandered in
the lost city of angels,
but those women
in the maternity ward
were better shape-shifters.
Couldn't see if the moon
was full against
the polluted skyline,
(but I bet it wasn't).
Then somewhere
down the tracks,
the howler (that's you),
half a dream away
on some deserted block,
and flat on your back
like a pancake,
with the nightmares
stacking up,
and dripping
with strawberry syrup.
Or was it blood?
(I bet it wasn't).
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
1. Owl Of Night
Hoot cracks the night air,
Rustling rodents stands frozen,
Shock, swoop, attack prey.
2. Bat Of Night
Clear sight of blindness,
Sonar sounds rebound; its wings
cut fog; vampire.
3. To The Eagle
Giant golden flight,
Endless grace and smoothly glides,
Strong; its nation falls.
4. To The Graceful Swan
Elegant swimmer,
Pure white like virginal snow,
Paired to bitter end.
5. The Butterfly
Multicoloured gift,
Taken by the gusts to blend
like petal to plant.
6. The Butterfly Effect
Toxic explosion,
Hong Kong is destroyed; travels,
Condemns London air.
7. King Of The Jungle
Magnificent beast,
Ruler of his skilful pride,
Stalks African plains.
8. Roar Of A Tiger
Powerful calling,
Echoes ‘cross the heated land,
Mighty animal.
9. A Proud Cat
Sits in the garden,
Ears pricked, curled tail, statuesque,
Pride clear in her purr.
10. A Dog
…is a mans best friend,
…brightens the darkest of days,
…guarantees friendship.
11. The Wolf
A midnight howler,
Ghostly happenings occur,
Silhouetted; still.
12. The Polar Bear
Camouflaged in white,
Against the snow he hides out,
Tough, sturdy and pure.
13. God and the Devil
One high in the clouds,
Symbol of goodness; he’s blessed,
One below the ground.
14. To The Heavens
Are you really there?
Floating land of peaceful rest,
Will I be let in?
15. To Hell
Overwhelming flames,
Dead with red burns, smoke filled lungs,
Worse than hell on Earth.
16. To Mother
You granted me life,
Cared, and still do, for my health,
Made happiness real.
17. To Father
Encouraged and led,
Guided me with your being,
Created this man.
18. To My Siblings
Sister and brother,
On my shoulder no my back,
Love, care, lend and steer.
19. To A Child
Tiny newborn boy,
Asleep in his mothers arms,
The storks’ joyful gift.
20. To A Friend
A supporting hand,
To turn to, cry with and trust,
To laugh with and love.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
This is the beat
for the future.
Slow.
Continuous.
Quick in paces.
Slow in the right
places.
The bassline of the future
should be love.
Let's make it as slow and continuous as our ideals have said it would be.
In the last moments
of the world
let every man kiss every man
every woman kiss every woman
every love see love.
Fuhreal,
let's take love
to a whole new level.
Let's make it so beautiful
that we stop killing cockroaches
and poaching
the god's green broaches of branches
full of howler monkeys
howling for conservation against the parasitism
that man has become accustomed to.
Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 6:55 PM UTC
how the flowing
wind squeals at the
sound of your
concrete smash. fool,
the wind may carry
you on Her back,
but your infintismal
against the screeching
yelp of Her translucent
lips. that fire smitten
jungle howler will
blow your face off.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
there is a woman who has been with me all this time
who’s felt the careening anguish of a family gone from three to two
who’s breathed oxygen into my sagging lungs
when then only thing in them was vaporous grief
who’s bled with me from countless soul-wounds,
both of us
driven to the brink of endurance
again and again and again
who’s shielded my raw meat heart with all she has
who’s never seemed to see in herself what I do;
the gleam of someone who has been ******
into the pounding depths against her will
but returned to the surface
every time alive
every time breathing
every time finding
the wet bedraggled girl with her and
putting both her arms around her and
saying over the shriek of the water:
I am here, I am here, and I will be, always
this is for her
for my hand holder, my moon howler,
my affirmation, my companion,
my soul keeper, my forehead-kisser,
my garden-hearted pillar of integrity
for a brave brave woman
who’s been smashed by poison people and atomic loss
but still come out
miraculously, fluorescently
shining
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
There's lightning outside, while on the inside I dream of the ways you can light me up.
My thoughts keep drifting to your silent smirk, the sure sign of a winner.
I seem to have stumbled my way into your headlights.
I had no intention of losing until you came into focus, until you owned the game.
My ego keeps slipping through my fingers, an indication of lost time.
My bare feet long to dance on cold ceramic tiles, to breathe in endless plastic roses.
You see my luck seems to always slip away from me.
One was the father of a child, forever bound to his little girl.
The second was bound to another, as if they were only meant for each other.
The third was my pitfal, he was all is fair in love and war until someone's heart was ripped apart.
Now I have nothing to lose, because he is a lone howler and his heart only loves the open road.
I realize that eventually none of it really matters as long as I can feel the pressure from your fingers.
All I need is to admit defeat, God had dealt me a losing hand.
Now I stay up late chain-smoking, and hoping for some solution.
My heart beats on a path my mind can't control and my feet have become tangled in these threads
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
Wallace, my man Wallace, fell
In love with his wife,
For real for real
Fell in love.
If someone should happen upon
To see the two of them
If by chance passed by
Them two together
How odd a couple
They may say
She's such a little thing
Something so prestine to
Wallace, homeless guy howler.
Who is more himself with her than
Without her.
Mr. dumpster-diver-king!
The two individually are
Themselves genuinely
Together lovey-dovey,
Not an act.
Wallace falls in love,
Says that's a fact
Knowing that it also means
You've found someone
to lose.
Still, Wallace knew
love.
It's the god-honest Truth.
Then I ask Wallace
Mindful of the streets,
I ask him poignantly
Do you believe
in-- ?
Dotdotdot
Hastily he barks:
"Of course I did, do--believe in God above."
Didn't let me finish:
"Do you believe in --Love?"
Didn't ask for more
Than that,
Oh my ...
(Word) (goodness) (God)
To Wallace,
A Lonely Man's church is
the memory of wife who’s love
was long and always bright,
he’s just a lonely king
dumpster diving
a shadow of a thing...
To Wallace, she was everything...
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 3:58 AM UTC
Wearing Sekt
Bleeding mutiny
Screaming demons
On box shadows
Conspiracy of the night
Ripping rubber tight
Laughing odyssey
Hopping commoditys
Playing cool
Metal shins
Smile and grin
Illegal eagles
Give me wings
To a better day
A better way
Back alley junkies
Making the monkeys
Howler sharpened teeth
Steal laced blades
Marking walls
Black as strike
Notches in dirt
Pumping till it hurts
Like Monday
Never beats
Sunday
Cuz I'm
Bumpski's
Hopping stars
Lighting the dark highway
To hell
Like NIB
Every single day
Every single way
Like a red eye Nash
Lighting hash
From
Bringing it back
To stand in place where you are
And riding the frequency
Yeah Blaze Yeah Clive
Yeah Kevin
Smoking
M1987
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
The North of the Borough
is often more than a geographical zone
its a state of mind.
Always the under
yet never standing down.
Howler down your Motorola Razr
and kiss confidence into this brick !
I want your barbour jacket
gifted stares and then blanks,
keenly seeing off your Ray -Ban,
downing your peacock pride
that overplayed our top deck
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 9:29 AM UTC
Affluent men taketh and foreclose thy dormitory residence
They smirk and grin with their polka dotted ties
They loveth to giveth pain
They laugh to poor man's suicide
They build skyscraper's to thy sky
Metal steel to beam star high
Animal's tis they hunt as trophie's
Whilst African and even American babies art choking
From no food nor water!!!!!!!
They drop acidic gas for slaughter
Whilst putting chemical's in the turf
Slug round's to virginal church
They've scoffed high Jehovah
Made **** their Ponderosa
Wriggling worms
Master artists of DEATH
Selleth thy soul to the world dear reader
And thou shalt taketh thy last breathe
For they've madeth man focus on media ****
****** thee by breast's
They Maketh women a harlot *****
They telleth them what they should be
Giveth them fifty bucks
For girly magazines
But these art the Queen's
That the howler's corrupted their image
Man of no humbling
Devilish scrimmage
As he also maketh men
Robots to his illusion
Giveth him archery
They calleth them soldier brainwashed timid's
They run ourn own weather
( DARPA) run by the government beast
Stick poles in the ground
(Search it in Alaska) thou shalt seeith
Mankind thinks this weather is natural
As natural they tryeth to be
Disillusioned by fact's soon
Their chapter shalt be seen
Their heads will be bowed
Tasting the ash
Their law's of soo called justice
Kiss mine ***
No I don't cuss ( not a cusser honest)
But I'm overboard now
Sick of the molestation of ourn being's, creature's, And GLOBE overflowed!!!!
The blinded eyes
Are woozy by robes
But guess what dearest?
Almost the end of the show.......
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Sea of sound with mechanical fish,
neon frowns,
why don’t
you know
float down,
to the floor of this bedpost,
How did we get here?
Broken glasses, spectacled rainbows,
attached to a black coffee stained halo,
and mixed up greens,
and the coral looked so real to you,
and didn’t it call to us?
From the bed
of this rock
the back of the
stock room,
the upstairs dust
of the bookshelves,
ladders extending to the roof's stars.
Howler monkeys do their best.
Elephants stomp when they walk.
We stomped when we, looked up,
brazen blues and blackened too,
evaporating our beings into a trippy
dead end dreamed up dream.
Stabbing with the tip of insecurity,
hacking with sunken sailboat eyes.
And then the sky took us up with them.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
you broke your arm last week because you
fell out of a tree, because
you are a ten year old boy. when the bone
cracked you cried and were loud as a howler monkey
when he can't find any fruit to eat. but now
you have your cast on, and you are dangerous and
cool. there is a fire of adventure kindled
in your eye, right? you will tell the story about
how you had to use magazines and rubber bands
to hold your arm in place, before you could get
to the doctor (don't tell them your dad set the makeshift
splint for you. don't tell them how you sobbed
through the entire car ride). you can do anything now,
daredevil. weren't they jealous when Christine cooed over how brave
you are, when you pointed out the branch that you fell from? (they
don't need to know you fell off the lowest branch)
she's your girlfriend now, because you are so brave, but
she will only kiss you on the cheek, because you are a boy.
you are hot **** (you learned to curse when your father
exclaimed a new vocabulary when he saw you fall). don't tell them
you fell out of the tree because you slipped on
some rotten bark, and if they find out? the worms wriggling
inside the dead wood attacked you like a more potent
hydra than the one you learned about in class.
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 3:03 PM UTC
So many things I want to show her in my life.
So many places she hasn't seen.
All the things I have taken as normal in my time.
These places for her are an odyssey.
Foods from the far and exotic lands,
Things folks now see on TV.
I have eaten these as normal day of life,
she wants to to really see.
So many years now I have put pennies in this jar.
The jar that should bring this to a reality.
So with this dollar I fold a little note.
"Be sure to see for for me."
Chase that lobster with no claws
right across the ocean floor.
eat civichi with the natives at night.
Drink *** and coconut from the core.
Watch the sting rays do their mating dance,
let the howler monkeys make you laugh.
Take each step as I have done before.
Make each memory last."
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 4:40 PM UTC
I'm silent and swift as the night.
You'll never know when I'll spring and fight.
I'll fight you in the canyons or on open ground.
While you'll look frantically all around.
I'll scream and howler to strike you with fear.
I'm the wolf, while you are the deer.
Tomahawk, bow or knife.
Are the tools I use to take your life.
The Apache
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC
Give me a howler
A scream, a shout or a whisper
This stillness that binds the sky
Break it down, and let it thunder
Why is the water so still?
Yet you feel the hurricane
Underneath it all
Underneath it all.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
Went and jumped upon a plane, so I could leave this sodden rain.
Left this soggy chilly thrill.
Found myself in Africa.
Suddenly got really warm, being chased by a wild lion, fancied me for tea.
Thought I'd jump another plane, as that lion set me free.
Found myself in Australia, where I landed in the sea.
Great white beast with mega teeth made me fly away.
Faster than a rocket could, at the speed of light.
Wasn't sure where to go next, scratched my head and had a think.
Landed in rain forest, it was heavily atmospheric.
Howler monkeys and all their racket, drove me flaming nuts.
Thought out very long and loud, to try to beat their noise.
Leaped back on my aeroplane.
Cruised off through sunny skies.
Back to the English land of drink.
England has it's benefits, or at least that's what they say!
(C) LIVVI
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
#
One fine, postdiluvian day,
God glanced down on Noah and crew, midfloat..
((ding)) "NOAH.."
"Hmm..? what is that?
((ding)) "NOAH.."
*"Oh, **** its the boss.. everyone, ****** chill"
*((ding)) "NOAH.."
"yes Lord..?"
**Noah, now concerning being fruitful and.. uh.. whatever
you know-- lala, and stuff.."**
"Ya..?"
**"Ya yourself, Noah.
Hast thou considered the howler monkey..?
That wild-assed little pair going at it up there in the crowsnest
are tantric AF."**
*"Dude.. you should bless those cute, hairy
little love-machines with the most orgasmic-sounding
lovehowl on the planet.."*
**** I wish I was the one who thought of that..*
:(**
#
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 8:18 PM UTC
I, the ringmaster, start the show with my top hat on just right and by my side, the lion tamer.
Each day is a show, a facade to let the world know that we are in control and they are safe from the events to come.
Two little monkeys draw your attention to the center ring, one howling and screeching for attention while the other one looks more like a goblin than a monkey. The roll, tumble, and trapeze around the room they demand your attention. The little monkey goblin digs her way in an around the aerial silks as the silly little howler mocks you and laughs at you more forcefully than any clown before.
Then a sideshow freak bombards you with impressive feats that should not be possible for one so small. He the strong man lifts objects easily ten times heavier than him, all the while balancing them on his head. He the sword swallower confusing, disgusting, and still impressive. He the electic act, bitting into live wires and walking away unscathed.
Last to be seen! The final act! The most beautiful and magnificent! The king of the jungle! As the monkeys and the sideshow leave, the powerful and loquacious mane enters. Not much of a talker but when he roars, the sound reverberates through your whole body. Old scars, and soul filled eyes, tell of his conquest and likewise failures. As he and the lion tamer circle each other in the pit, they constantly play the game of Alpha. Albeit, at the end of the say, they are best friends that only want to enjoy a good cuddle.
Ringmaster, lion tamer, monkeys, freak, and the lion, a smattering of strange individuals relying on each other for comfort and safety. Each day a new beginning, a new show, a new chance.
A family.
My family.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
He was a Daytime Wind-howler all covered in shrouds of grief
She was a Sunset Nightingale with pink and golden wreaths
Upon her head with hair so dark
It made one feign to weep
She held out hands of magic pearls and wiped his tears asunder
The fragile mess lay in her lap
The pale sky switched to thunder
She wasn’t bothered by his past
She’d sail on any ship
She’d fall in love real fast
Staring deep into majestic mirrors
She’d take on any form
If not for howler’s poison kiss,
She’d run right straight inside the storm
But for him, there were thorns everywhere
Blanketing the mother earth; the sky, the sea, the air
From whence he came nobody knows, but Daytime Wind-howler howls and howls and growls
Lets his teeth show
While Sunset Nightingale sings her love
Of daffodils and peppermint groves
Until the day when such grave laments
should
be
let
go
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC