"yowls" poems
for leather accrues
The miracle of the streets
The scents & smogs &
pollens of existence
Shiny blackness
so totally naked she was
Totally un-hung-up
We looked around
lights now on
Top see our fellow travellers
~~~
I am troubled
Immeasurably
By your eyes
I am struck
By the feather
of your soft
Reply
The sound of glass
Speaks quick
Disdain
And conceals
What your eyes fight
To explain
~~~
She looked so sad in sleep
Like a friendly hand
just out of reach
A candle stranded on
a beach
While the sun sinks low
an H-bomb in reverse
~~~
Everything human
is leaving
her face
Soon she will disappear
into the calm
vegetable
morass
Stay!
My Wild Love!
~~~
I get my best ideas when the
telephone rings & rings. It’s no fun
To feel like a fool-when your
baby’s gone. A new ax to my head:
Possession. I create my own sword
of Damascus. I’ve done nothing w/time.
A little tot prancing the boards playing
w/Revolution. When out there the
World awaits & abounds w/heavy gangs
of murderers & real madmen. Hanging
from windows as if to say: I’m bold-
do you love me? Just for tonight.
A One Night Stand. A dog howls & whines
at the glass sliding door (why can’t I
be in there?) A cat yowls. A car engine
revs & races against the grain- dry
rasping carbon protest. I put the book
down- & begin my own book.
Love for the fat girl.
When will SHE get here?
~~~
In the gloom
In the shady living room
where we lived & died
& laughed & cried
& the pride of our relationship
took hold that summer
What a trip
To hold your hand
& tell the cops
you’re not 16
no runaway
The wino left a little in
the old blue desert
bottle
Cattle skulls
the cliche of rats
who skim the trees
in search of fat
Hip children invade the grounds
& sleep in the wet grass
’til the dogs rush out
I’m going South!
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I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown
Who worked in a circus that came through town.
His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,
But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes,
He had a green dog and a thousand balloons.
He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall,
But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
And every time he did a trick,
Everyone felt a little sick.
And every time he told a joke,
Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke.
And every time he lost a shoe,
Everyone looked awfully blue.
And every time he stood on his head,
Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!"
And every time he made a leap,
Everybody fell asleep.
And every time he ate his tie,
Everyone began to cry.
And Cloony could not make any money
Simply because he was not funny.
One day he said, "I'll tell this town
How it feels to be an unfunny clown."
And he told them all why he looked so sad,
And he told them all why he felt so bad.
He told of Pain and Rain and Cold,
He told of Darkness in his soul,
And after he finished his tale of woe,
Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no,
They laughed until they shook the trees
With "Hah-Hah-Hahs" and "Hee-Hee-Hees."
They laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks,
They laughed all day, they laughed all week,
They laughed until they had a fit,
They laughed until their jackets split.
The laughter spread for miles around
To every city, every town,
Over mountains, 'cross the sea,
From Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee.
And soon the whole world rang with laughter,
Lasting till forever after,
While Cloony stood in the circus tent,
With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent.
And he said,"THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT -
I'M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT."
And while the world laughed outside.
Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.
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"And the older I get, the more I'm sure
That more by itself never was a cure
Some days I've got nothing to show for except
Walking the dog and walking the floor"
Mary Chapin Carpenter
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*it's been twenty years plus
who can remember exact,
the last time I had a full-time four-legged
companion to share my bed, greet my head with
wagging tail, and joy incessantly, overflowing and drowning me
with face lickings and hugs of a topsy turvy twisty body,
and smiles and curdling yowls of deep throated
cries of obvious joy and the
first thing I'll do when the nectar of next
life's staging begins to commence will be me to get
such a dog as heretofore I remember as an unadulterated purest joy,
I'll still walk the floor,
long walks, yup, outdoors, early morn,
and late afternoon day settling setting endings,
dog and me, freshly bathed, settling in to watch
some British crime and ****** mysteries sleuthed and
solved by folks I'll never meet, but whose company enjoyed
over the distance of an atlantic sea and about seven feet,
and maybe dog curls up next to me, by my pillowed
head, or between my happy to snuggle legs,
don't matter much, dog & me,
will discuss an alternating
rotation satisfying our
mutuality,
and even when I still walk the floor, which be a task for evermore,
he can walk beside me if he chooses, cause choice is
what's it all about*
with a true companion
nml
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
In that age of aged seasons
predating our own's four-square rhyme,
a reasonable jape was hatched
beaked but hairy to a guilt-free Hen
whose humors ran with jaw-slackening
creatures, foul and not at all bird-like.
Soon after its mixed-up cracking,
two prattle-prone Wrens hopped to spread
rumors of an un-chickity chick
and the ungodly origins
of fatherless yowls. Their tittered jeers
found welcome ears, and Mother Hen preened
her babe chased by merciless guffaws.
This Hen was not one to lay
down meekly, and a never stony
tongue rolled out its antidote myth
to a pair of gabby Gulls: "My child
may look not-much, but he's divine
engendered and miraculous born.
Sure he's messy, ah, but you'll see
he'll grow to be, much-much-more than
any feathery tykes your like did bear."
She clucked it so seriously,
who were they to doubt her? The plumed
sniggering ceased. But before another
grateful day could dawn in a hallelujah
glare of right angles, out pecking
up a snack, Mother made eye
contact with an unfortunate Fate
brandishing his lucky-gripped ax.
What of her wonder-why, joke of a boy?
Left alone at straw-pocket home,
waiting for his Hen to return,
he starved then decayed to hollow bones,
and was never thought of again.
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 12:43 PM UTC
There's this cat
that moans and moans
like it's going to hell.
It starts up
crying around 4 a.m.,
this ugly, pronounced
violent and deeply intonated
yowl.
It wakes me and Heather up,
it just comes into my dreams
and pulls me so hard
that I stumble back into this world
against this wall of sound
so ugly
that I'm tip-toeing insanity.
I want go out there
and strangle the ******* thing,
I want to find it where it yowls
and silence it.
heather says I'm the meanest person in the world
for wanting to strangle an animal
to
peices.
But the thing I hate is when an animal
lets the whole world
know
that
it's dying,
it won't let anybody get any sleep
until everybody in the vicinity
is standing around it
in pjs, boxers, doo rags, scarves
slippers,
gowns,
that pink thing Heather
got from
Walmart
watching the light of life being reduced
until this dying thing
begins burning
precious oxygen,
oxygen that we all need,
and it just becomes a waste
and a nuisance.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 11:46 AM UTC
Alley ways and alley cats all allies in the darkest nights.
Unsleeping children call to their mother's closest hand.
The alley cats are chorusing, looking for a lover.
Their kittens come their kittens go, in and out their pussycat minds.
The infant in the cradle cries out for mother's love.
A life long attachment borne.
Forever days and never nights, the lights go out the queen cat cries.
Another litter of kittens wanted so that queen cat yowls.
The husband laying in his bed, gets angry as he lays his head, calling cats and screaming kids, prevent the closing of his lids.
The child calls out as only he can, mother moved to sort him out, as only mother can.
(C) LIVVI
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
It’s beautiful the way they dance
Swaying with cheeks brushing together
A gentle caress here and there.
It’s calming, really.
Then they rally against the other,
Batting away, like drunken batterers.
Then the biting, the clawing
The yowls.
Eventually you get tired of
Watching them spat.
But what I wouldn’t give to see a video
Or still shots of what those little monsters
Do when no one is watching.
When you finally brave the living room,
They’re passed out, cuddled around each other
Purring in their sleep,
As if dreaming of pleasures
We didn’t get to witness.
My cats … are lesbians.
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 3:39 PM UTC
Listen.
Stop not listening.
I’ve been tapped.
Sap bleeds.
It stings where sweetness lives.
Give me your ears.
I’ll torch ‘em to caramel.
I don’t need your lips,
your yowls, your static.
But taste.
Just taste my syrup.
Your screech gnaws
at the stem of my melody.
Eat the fruit.
Chew the pit.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC
When the world ends and the skies clash,
When the tide grows and the fires crash,
I promise, I won't tremble.
Till the last hour I will stand strong,
Till the last breath defend right from wrong.
Till the dawn, I won't stumble.
When you die young, when your eyes close,
When your hand slips and your heart slows,
I promise I will not cry.
I'll take it all, I will ask no whys
Live through every fall
Live through every try
But here, I will not die.
...
If you were there, to watch me burn,
Spilling metal heart in broken yearn,
You would not turn away.
But as it is, I stand alone,
The hands are cold, the bow is drawn,
And for the end I pray.
If you were here, to watch me die,
(please, stay close...)
I could have said the last goodbye.
(i wanna see you just once again)
But now, my hopes are naught.
We get no answers while we live.
Life teaches us to just believe.
Just be, no matter what.
(are you there?)
...
so, when all's gone,
and the wind howls,
when the dead rise
and the earth yowls –
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
3:39 in the a.m.
bats call,
cat yowls,
dogs bark,
partner,
snorts,
snores,
... . farts......
grandma shuffles to toilet.... .... flushes.
baby whimpers......
..... or was that me,
a glass of warm milk to.......................helpmesleep
a dribble.... of scotch to help .....me sleep
a mix of both to help me cope
no just breath
partner,
snorts
snores
farts
...............must make......
Drs appt for him.
sleep
that knits the
ravelled sleeve?
not tonight
for me
I do believe.
4.19 in the a.m.
To thelazyboy
I go to doze.....
perchance ....
40winks more
80winks before
dayshift specialbeautifulcrazy .... ..... dayshift begins..
DOUBLE SHOT LATTE . PLEASE. .
...already it is a long day...
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Lost fur flies through the air
Off the backs of black cats
There innocents yowls echoing with sorrow and pain
The traumatized cats have been dumped into the streets
Why? Is there a reason? YES, It’s their fur.
After hundreds of years, people are still scared of the black cats.
For reasons of magic,
For reasons of evil,
For reasons I don't understand because they are normal.
It doesn’t matter the color of their fur
Cats should all be equal because they are good.
Cats shouldn’t be like humans
Who has their segregation?
They make colored people feel bad because of past descriptions.
I don't understand why people just can’t move on?
Why don't they see that all humans are equal?
No life matters more.
People should learn to see and understand that instead of making them fall to their knees and have tears dripping off the floor.
Humans can scream
Humans can yell.
They make signs and protest until the segregation stops.
But imagine how black cats feel.
They experience the same brutality but they can’t
DO ANYTHING
Because they are cats.
They can’t make signs, they can’t protest.
All they can do is endure the pain or avoid it.
They feel the same thing that the colored people feel.
They are hurt and abused by people who don't care about their life
Humans are cruel and should value the lives of black cats.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
It’s always in a second but every time I keep track of a second it yowls in whine
It’s always in a minute but how long do I need to keep counting for a minute to pass?
It’s always in a year but the excuses that float around you remain timeless
It’s always someday with enough strength in your words
(granted it’s not much)
to make me believe you
every
Time.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:09 PM UTC
The yowls of stray cats are
lonesome and the rush of cars out
on the road remind me
of a far-off sea. Cool night air
comes through the screen of
my window and freezes
the tear-tracks lining
my cheeks. When you have
an over-abundance of feelings, even
the mournful song of
a filthy stray cat can
make you cry.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Will you give me some
puddy Tat?
Make me mark my territory *******
as I love to hear your meowing, purring
so, I hiss away all competition,
display, both my pleasure and anger
flicking my tail tip
deposit my pheromones with my cheeks
our yowls together a treasure resolving
throughout the neighborhood under
a full moon backlight, Your soft neck in my teeth
awaking the witches and innocence gone
with vocalizations: starting low pitched rising coming
back down. We always land on our feet.
We may be feral, wild prodigiously mate
I done let go of your neck,
you retract your claws, we go our ways,
high from the catnip(ing) nap then.
The queen struts away.
I tom the night , a stray, puppy cat.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
She yowls again from a distant room.
Her cry taking on different sounds
Depending the time of day
Sometime scolding then mournful
She is at once incessantly loud
Then alarmingly quiet in her own way
It used to annoy me
This constant complaint
aging cat angst and regret
Who for years was seductive and sleek
Now stubbornly hangs and howls all day
Crouched on basement stairs protesting
the bleak prospect of advanced being
just a pain in the *** pet.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
Up, down, round and round
With sweet smiles and crescent eyes
Heads swaying, arms waving
It's what they'd call a good time
We're just trying to have fun
Up, down, round and round
Careless footsteps and delightful shrieks
Muscles tensing than relax
It's loud and proud
We don't care what they think
Up, down, round and round
Hair whipping frantically
Fists pounding excitedly
It's alright as long as they're entertained
We don't need a reason
Up, down, round and round
Tears gliding down a broken face
Rough hands pull up, push down, then kick around
Scrunched up minute body accented by shallow breaths and muffled yowls
Up, down, round and round
It might be a little cruel
But they all say life's unfair
We're just trying to have fun
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
The moon roars, and the wolves howl.
Marking the start of their midnight prowl.
The moon shines, and the ocean dances,
Rhythmically. Deep in their moonlit trance.
The moon fades, revealing all things foul.
The sun brands earth with it's fire scowl,
In hell, we wait for night's shadowed cowl.
Relieving our tragic circumstance,
The moon roars.
At night you hear the animal's yowls,
Red eyes and drool dripping from jowls.
Creeping, waiting for the perfect chance,
When you are caught- trapped in their glance,
The moon roars.
-SLuR
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
At first I did love you, your actions so queer
Your tail had been chopped and same with your ear
It was love at first bite, and with me you belonged
But now you won't stop, and we don't get along
Your constant meowing, your yowls hurt my head
Why don't you go take a cat nap instead?
You **** up my work, please leave alone
Or soon enough it will be you that is thrown.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
god it's so cold
heart impoverished
by grief
beggar at this feast
toes like ice
head full of mice
running the race
of larger bretheren
while chattering
glory hallelujah
my joint cry fowl
my heart yowls
at an indifferent moon
salt water slurry
cascades down my cheeks
first day of the week
already i have wandered
too, too far off the track
down the valley of bleak
beaten down, weary
blue and black
cold weather blues
blacking my brain
like foul smelling soot
from a fire with no heat
need to find warmth
for my heart to beat
need to switch songs
not rinse lather and repeat
spare a kindness, maybe a smile
my mendicant heart
so needs a boon...
god it's so cold
alone in this room
filled with others
all just the same
all are players in
this gam of life and loss
bereft....be it's name
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC
the dogs bark
you tell me to silence them
the birds sing
you tell me to silence them
the wind yowls
you tell me to silence it
the earth cries
you tell me to silence it
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
I wake still and far too often
with the all-too-slowly
but oh so evanescently
fading memory of her voice.
Ever since that odious event,
that heinous malevolent and
deafeningly persistent
drumming in my head
that disturbs my sleep
distracts my thoughts
and haunts the daymares
of my diminishing life.
The blaring, blasting bluster,
the eruption of molten viscous sound
that barks, yaps, yelps and yowls,
that sounds, resounds and reverberates.
How can I escape the cacophany
that threatens to enmesh me?
How can I return to the
tranquillity of a serene silence?
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC