grumpy cucumber was pickled and put inside a jar
Oh this is fun, he lamented. Hardy har har
The other cucumbers were pickled and put in jars too
For some weird reason, this made grumpy less blue
124.
But At Least
But at least I've just witnessed
That you have changed
You've tried to be fair
To those in despair
You've shown impartiality
To an enemy
Somehow my toils – suicidal, insane
Didn't fully fall in vain
There's no need to worry
Proofs never existed in me
And my “boom” party-protection
Just mere propaganda & opinion
Out of addiction
To watching television
No more reason to arrest nor abduct
No more bother to kill nor destruct
Time to close your Wako-Wako eyes
Time for both of us to rise
Though for me I'm still a Kapuso
My respect & trust are back to 2.
-05/23/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Painful Poems Collection
I Can Say
At Least Is
Always
Every Time
Original.
For A Fact.
Whether You Don’t
Or You Have An
Excuse.
I Don’t Care.
It's Brand New.
Short And Brief.
Doesn’t Sound Nothing
I Thought Before Now
I Certainly Don’t.
So There. Great. Thumbs Up.
Something New. Every Time.
LOL.
-Gray Squirrel
01-31-2026
Decrotive needle work
sewn ito the fabric
they were highlights to
make the invitations look exspensive
Decrotive foods samples
savoury with drinks
The Celebrants marvoled at the audeince
I heard them mention how
they wished they had asked for a $5 dollar ticket fee.
One of the members of the wedding party sent
out a letter asking the attendants to take up a collection
from the many who had come
the budget was running over
due to last minute exspentures
people filled the ballroom
and extra people were needed for different things.
the day of cordinater earned her money that day.
Keeping the many there entertained during the down sides
and keeping people feed while they waited.
Love was the theme of the day
and many in attendance
respected the theme
and allowed the usage of the laugage
of "Bliss" to over take the littlest doubt
from those who were pesitmestic and mean.
The air is ordinary,
flat as the ceiling.
I am not dissolved, not broken,
just waiting—
she's slipping into the woods,
a small vanishing act of trees and smoke.
I stay behind,
a houseplant without a window.
London is a name I repeat
like a charm I can’t afford,
a place I am supposed to belong to
but do not step into.
I am still here,
checking my pulse against
the dull clock of the day.
I say I am not okay—
but the walls do not echo back.
When I count it all,
the bones line up straight,
the cupboards hold food,
the phone rings,
and no one has died.
My worries are real enough
to feel like teeth grazing skin,
but when I press harder,
they dissolve into smoke.
Not tragedy. Not the black lake.
Only the unease of living,
the itch of wanting more.
I hold it close anyway—
this almost-pain,
this not-quite-sorrow.
Because at least it is mine.
Because at least it is not worse.
And yet,
so I say: but, at least—
the worst thing in my hands
is time,
and not death.
George was a prankster, at least one screw loose
Peed in a bottle, tagged it orange juice
His mom drank it all down
Then she started to frown
Her face turned red, then white ~ then chartreuse
I found it curled in the shadow
of what used to be a hospital.
A slow hunch of fur,
the color of old bark—like the forest
had tried to grow itself a question.
It didn’t look surprised to see me.
Just blinked, as if measuring
whether I was worth the glance.
I sat cross-legged beside it,
tore foil from a protein bar—
offered the whole thing,
wrapper and all.
It took the crinkle in two fingers,
held it to the light. Didn’t eat it.
Just listened to the sound
plastic makes in a nuclear breeze.
It exhaled desert globemallow.
A whole Quaternary extinction
in a single breath.
I didn’t ask my question out loud,
but I think it heard anyway.
Do we stand a chance?
The sloth leaned its weight
across a rusted sign
that once read urgent care.
It didn’t speak, but something
about the pinch of its thick,
prehensile lip
said it knew what we’d done—
to the soil, to time, to ourselves.
It forgave none of it.
When it finally turned to leave,
I followed.
Not because I thought
it could save me,
but because it didn’t try to.
Ordinary days, just like before,
No one knows the feeling of being ignored.
It's always that one who makes the heart beat fast,
In every way, giving the heart a blast.
That someone is too far from reality,
The impossible hits differently.
Too good to be true to notice,
Even in the smallest way, there's no space.
It’s always you that gives a butterfly.
It’s you that brings a fast-forward to imply.
Gives the benefit of the doubt to try,
Risking something just to be with you and cry.
You’re my “what ifs” sometimes,
And also, you’re my “at least” every time.
It’s better to give a little shot,
Than to give the negative and make a plot.
The mirror was irritatingly sparkly today
Gave me a saucy wink, showing her arrogance
I hate being in the bathroom in the morning
For this very reason
Two pony dogs have to be stepped over in the hallway
One is not moving
The other one will rear up in between my legs
Not intending to trip me, but one day I will break a hip
I make my way to the kitchen; has the coffee pot been turned on?
Another amazing day of retirement, where I sit in a chair and click
Click click click click click click click
Why is there nothing interesting on TV?
A book flies off the shelf when I enter the living room
Is the poltergeist back?
Well, at least this is something…..
He’s been around a long, long time
(Put another way, he’s old)
By now he thinks he knows it all,
He does not if truth be told.
He likes to think he’s a poet
And he’s scribbling all the time.
But often the syllables are wrong
And it doesn’t even rhyme.
He tries to be hilarious
But his humour’s pretty grim.
And most of the jokes he uses
Are even older than him.
He waxes lyrical sometimes
When writing of love and life.
But it doesn’t impress the ladies,
Especially his wife.
He’ll keep putting pen to paper,
In the hope that fame will appear.
But in his heart he knows full well
Shakespeare has nothing to fear.
AT LEAST I LOOK COOL
Standing strong
Still determined
After so much challenges that hit not long
I'm still okay and bold like I just started.
After fall, at least I look cool
The commitment and bravery is still there
All I care is getting pass barriers like defenders to score a goal
Like Messi, the techniques and power to conquer is still there.
Blown hard
Filled with blood mixed with sorrow
At least I look cool, I choose to withstand
Today is not the reason for my endurance but the prior is tomorrow.
Yesterday lose make me stronger
With those falls, at least I look cool
For me, there is tendency that my tomorrow will be better
No more I should, my only motive is I will.
© Sulaimon Khalid [Everlasting Ink]
AT LEAST I LOOK COOL
Standing strong
Still determined
After so much challenges that hit not long
I'm still okay and bold like I just started.
After fall, at least I look cool
The commitment and bravery is still there
All I care is getting pass barriers like defenders to score a goal
Like Messi, the techniques and power to conquer is still there.
Blown hard
Filled with blood mixed with sorrow
At least I look cool, I choose to withstand
Today is not the reason for my endurance but the prior is tomorrow.
Yesterday lose make me stronger
With those falls, at least I look cool
For me, there is tendency that my tomorrow will be better
No more I should, my only motive is I will.
© Sulaimon Khalid [Everlasting Ink]
Why is my body lop-sided?
Notice when I put on my socks
Never a problem with my left foot
With my right foot my muscles lock
Why are some right handed
While others more adept with their left?
Ever try writing left handed
A scrawl barely readable at best
Why does the hair on a female's face
Take so much longer to grow?
Imagine if the exact opposite were true
Not very appealing I know
Why do men stand up to pee
While ladies sit happily on the throne?
Wouldn't work the other way round
A mess we couldn't condone
Why do we always put on our pants
With the same leg first every time?
You'd think there'd be a sensible reason
Right now not one comes to mind
Why do we tilt our head the same way
Every time we kiss our lover
Coz if we varied the side each time
Noses would get squished you'd discover
If only we knew all the answers
There'd be no more struggling through life
We'd all be up there floating on cloud nine
Living happily without strife
At least my thoughts are running across the remains of this paper
Laboring through another round of words circling inside my mind
I find, I need to take my time with writing chimes and
poetry lines
for if I stumble across a sentence to short or to long
I might turn it around; to jingle it with a song
Damn, It's been far too long since I wrote a lick
maybe I should be beaten with a riff
Going along with my flow ; that's takin years to show
this is the first I've written...and I'm not kidding
At least my thoughts are running across the remains of this paper
Hurt but not broken,
Words worth but not spoken,
An urge to just feel, anything that’s real,
The sting of a razor was all that would save her.
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