Quotes about growl, page 5
Before the Battle
Music of whispering trees
Hushed by a broad-winged breeze
Where shaken water gleams;
And evening radiance falling
With reedy bird-notes calling.
O bear me safe through dark, you low-voiced streams.
I have no need to pray
That fear may pass away;
I scorn the growl and rumble of the fight
That summons me from cool
Silence of marsh and pool
And yellow lilies is landed in light
O river of stars and shadows, lead me through the night.
June 25th, 1916.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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The Bollmanator
You sit on your desk
Starring at us like a hawk looking for food
You snd us to lunch 10 minutes late
We come back and you room smells
Smells like rat urine
You give us tons of homework because of
Of your personal problems
You are the bollmister
You make us do bellwork
You always growl at my class
You can't wait but to yell at us for causing destruction to your calculators
You are the Bollmanator
Or the cause of my horrible life
You pick either one works
poem by Bell Work
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In The Wind....
darkness and light,
thunder and growl.
souls on the altar,
wings on the ground.
death and desire,
naked and hungry.
prayers spoken by eyes,
tears shed by hands.
Abraxas, broken windows,
both sun and the night.
murder and compassion,
theft and sacrifice.
clocks stopped by fire,
graves opened left bare.
snowfall in august,
bare trees mourn in wait.
and the voices, still the voices,
faces wearing names.
hands desperate grasping,
footprints left in the wind!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Imagination
Imagination plays me most intolerable tricks.
To enumerate them all would be unbearably prolix.
Just a trifle bids them gather and a trifle bids them go.
And they tease me and torment me more than anyone can know.
Tricks of strange, disordered action, tricks of strange disordered thought.
Tricks of seeking explanations most unprofitably sought.
But my will is learning daily, when the creatures growl and leap,
That a stern voice and a stinging lash will drive them back to sleep.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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Ask Your Dog 'What Time Is It'?
If you could ask a dog
“What time is it? ”…
You most likely
Would just hear a howl
A bark, a snuffle
A snort or a sniff
A whimper, a whine
Or a growl
But that’s not what I hear
And that’s not his reply
When I ask my dog
“What does the clock say? ”
I know by the look
That I see In his eye
That the answer is
“It’s time to play! ”
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poem by David Whalen
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Inside Of Yours....
the sound you hear,
not someone knocking at the door...
not a branch blown against the window,
not the barking of a distant dog.
tis not thunder, or gunfire,
nor the shout of an angry mob.
tis not God, or Satan, or destiny,
not even the growl of the hungry.
it's not tomorrow, yesterday,
or the drums of despair....
not the low voice of doubt,
or the cry of injustice!
listen closely, be still,
stop thinking and defining...
for the sound you hear is just my heart,
beating inside of yours!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Propaganda
Nations denigrate the enemies,
All countries of an esteem shall have abilities.
How will leadership see fresh news
When we ask for messages to amuse?
The belief resides along the time of life,
It is again and again, the health and knife.
One anthem after another, always,
Sentences will join to make essays.
This I disagree with, the leader is foul,
Wonders inside vex and irritate and growl.
Let nations split as special news reaches the good area,
Then the birth of a land has been propaganda.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Grey Dog of Despair
Death? I don't know what it is.
But this I know - that death
Is twice as deep with despair.
I am frightened of the Grey Dog whose eyes
Are two red holes; whose body is a sheet
Which chokes; whose tooth
Will gnaw a living hell from cold
And tumble thoughts to ruin in his throat.
I am frightened of the Grey Dog whose tongue
Will burn the blood to dry; whose claws
Will cut the wounds which close;
Whose growl
Is a terrible token of no light, no love, no longing -
Only a mingling of mad misery and despair.
poem by Tan Pratonix
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Capture poem
Capture poem
They are there
In the water
In the air
In the light
In the earth
In the sky.
Capture poem
They are there
In the bark, bray, bleat, bell, bellow, buzz, babbles
In the coo, crow, cackles, croak, chant
They are there
In the grunt, gibber, gaggle, growl
In the melody, monotone, neigh, mew, purr, hiss
In the shriek, squeak, scream, screech,
In the laugh, low, yelp
In the roars, booming, clapping, groaning, drizzling
In the pealing clattering
Capture capture
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poem by Gajanan Mishra
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To Bring You A Taste Of Pride
I wish there was something I could say,
To encourage the removal of those shackles.
Even in your dismay...
You are obedient.
But when I come near,
You bark.
When I approach to unlock your chains...
You sneer and growl.
As if I had done this,
To you.
Something I could never do.
You have been restrained too long,
From a 'self' that has been denied.
You bark at me!
Perhaps I am wrong,
To make attempts...
To bring you a taste of pride.
I will leave it here with the key.
Leaving you with more than one choice,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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