Spoiler Alert
Inspiration
Never TELLS
What The
TRUTH
May Be…
It Lays Exposed
Or Hides Concealed
Until REVEALed
For You To Conclude
What It Means…
No Mass Hysterical
Mumbo
-Nor-
Jumbo…
Can Beat… Or
Even Attain…
A
Single
Individual
Awareness.
***
It's STILL
Your Turn.
-Gray Squirrel
07-16-2025
It's so crazy out here
Just like hell
You gonna regret
Every negative act you put out here.
It's not your
Regular game
So wake up
Pray up
So your wings don't breakup
While soaring higher above all limitations.
Build up
Stay on guild
So you don't lose guide
Paving ways for the dawn
Bringing all the light
To outshine them dark
Stand for your right not your wrongs.
copperhead alert
not real happy to see me
shaggy reaction
there had been no warning on the flask
no caveat for self-inflicted poisoning
just a devilish delusion of filling the void
it was not the corkscrew that messed it up
but bottle to mouth resuscitation blacked out
all emptiness until surrender meant hope
Building a Bridge
Where human heart is like desert
Let`s build a bridge to reach the sky,
Chime to the Divine an alert
That He may glow His shine from high
And shower His grace whence He lies.
Fairy godmothers winged dragons and such
Ability to fly, thanks very much
Wizards and warlocks, interrupting my dreams
Mermaids and unicorns dressed in fancy light creams
Brownies and gnomes sneaking in and out of my ferns
Fantasy on full alert, though none of this fiction earns
Gargoyles rolling their eyes and spitting at me from above.
Cheshire cats, and sneaky dogs, are a few things I love.
Gorgeous red roses
conceal sharp thorns
Beware alluring poses
purest hearts ~ torn
Sadly these are the times
identity thieves strike be
very vigil my disabled family
experienced horrific pain
and suffering data breach
my Stalker arriving to end
my life over my American
poetry perched now stalking
my disabled husband as well
preying on seniors disabled
veterans disabled Americans
God bles America stay safe.
A warning sounded on my phone -
An elongated beep -
So loud it must be meant to wake
Whoever is asleep…
Alerting me that there could be,
Within my current range,
A dangerous flash flood, which I
Found really kind of strange.
There is no river and no lake
For many miles around
And certainly no ocean
Barreling towards higher ground.
Yet I was warned, “Stay off the roads
And don’t attempt to drive
For if a flash flood strikes you would
Be lucky to survive.”
The warning did its job and scared me
Near out of my pants.
Although the sun’s come out, you think I’d drive?
No, not a chance!
The sky is dark
With clouds; it's going to rain
Pack your things Campers.
sunshine hits my back
I hear the caw of a crow
smelling cut fresh grass
all nerves suddenly alert
someone must be watching me
when we took off shirt
we had to be on alert
sun caused skin to hurt
Weather Alert, Expect Hard Freeze
Miracle Man
October 31, 2023
The weather alert started with a northwest breeze,
and said before morning we’d see a hard freeze.
But this won’t be the earliest freeze I’ve seen,
for it isn’t uncommon to predate Halloween.
The results of this, green leaves will be browned,
and I still had garden hoses laying aground.
Each year I’m slower doing winterizing chores,
Just the thought of winter drives me indoors.
I’ve put things on hold too numerous to mention,
a warm cozy fire always steals my attention.
The furnace must be checked before turning it on,
and all large windows heavy drapes to be drawn.
It’s hard to get motivated feeling chained to a walker,
I guess my main fear is I’m becoming a balker.
Early each morn I have thoughts about writing,
but most thoughts of late aren’t overly inviting.
And Jesus loves me!
At exactly 2:20
There’ll be an alert
Which, if you have a cell phone,
You cannot avert.
Conducted by FEMA,
This country-wide sound
Will let everyone know
That there’s danger around.
Since this is just practice,
There’ll be no real harm,
Just a test of a national
Safety alarm.
They’ve given fair warning,
Yet I would surmise
That for many, this will be
A scary surprise.
I am asked for the access code that will expire 15 minutes after
behind the curtains
someone is nervously tapping their foot on the floor
creaking
I'm waiting in my imaginary world,
even though I haven't been for a long time
I created my reasons and opinions
if longing cannot create spaces in between
then who creates so much space between the suspension points..
with them it's all clear...
those who are healing will need
room to rest
if
their last words were not:
God, how do I step over this maze?!
maybe they still haven't decided which labyrinth would be preferred
in the place of greenery too many shadows been gathered
some walk in their hands
some walk in their heads
others walk in their soul
if I tell someone else the password of my imaginary
world,
after which ellipsis points
will got hit by the
REALITY?
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