Why roaring tulips?

I like the user name Roaring Tulips. I've been using it since....I think 2004 or so. The only time I've seen someone else use it is at another blog. Someone named Eva Wylie named a piece of art roaring tulips recently at an exhibition. Clearly, she stole it from me. Just like how I came up with the concept of butterfly kisses at 4 and years later there's a country song by the same name. Maybe I should rename this blog delusions of grandeur? Anyway, Roaring Tulips is my YIM. It's what I usually use on message boards. It's my YouTube channel. I don't really feel the need to try on any other names. Other people seem to get really confused about it though. They ask me "Do you hear flowers?" or think that perhaps it is suggestive of female anatomy. Yes, people actually have made lewd suggestions as to what my name might mean. These people think too hard. To people who aren't currently residing in my brain, it's only supposed to sound pretty. It's supposed to paint a picture in their minds. But, yes, to me it means slightly more.

I love tulips. I have for about a decade now. They are the perfect combination of elegance, delicacy, feminity, and strength. So, I spend a lot of time looking at pictures of them. I buy them a couple of times a year. I dream of trips to Holland. I was having just such a fantasy while gazing at a picture of a tulip field in Holland. It was blazing with reds, oranges, and yellows. God, I love warm colors! It went on forever and the tall flowers seemed to have been swaying. And instantly in my head, I said to myself "It looks like the tulips are roaring!" Then, I kept thinking about that. Yes, they do roar. Visually, tulips are the lions of the flower world. I am a tulip. I am feminine and appear delicate. But, I am strong...always strong. So, I am Roaring Tulips.

So no more of this joke:

What's better than roses on a piano?
Tulips on an organ.

Seriously, release the juvenile humor and go outside. Look at something beautiful. Create some of your own poetry in your heart.