Tolerance--
With All The Hippies
And Hill-Billies On
The Blooming Fringes
Of All Our Thoughts...
Soft And Warm,
Contrary To Hope...
Here And There...
Tolerance To
Cope...
Clear Your Intolerance
To Yourselves,
Like A Log Jam
In The Flowing
Heart.
Your Own Thoughts.
Your Own Logs.
Well, To At Least
Tolerate My Own,
You Know...
***Unconditional***
-Gray Squirrel
06-30-2026
“I drink poetry like champagne in Timelessness, purifying me, strengthening me, calming me…” Poet
Fear not to seed dismantling of Time
as fairies jingle to eternal rhyme
relay questions to angelic billies
surrender thorned horn as muted chime
Delightful drum rolls voice verses frilly
listen lingering to lyrics silly
fingering silky hair, smooth tulip neck
frequency of name will be moon's tilly ~
Fear not to transmute hot tears that wreck
soothing away of niggly grains of speck
tinkle brass keys in freedom's pearly waves
gliding Spirit’s sanguine undying beck
Hail now, splendid maids with cute sterling knaves
let poems bring sleep in dream cosy caves
ache not for peeps or smooth ebony cheeks
drink pomegranates' nectar, leaving raves !
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Standard Contest : A Beautiful Rubaiyat
Sponsor : Constance la France
Feb. 26 : 2nd Placement
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move on back I say to my gray dendrite jar
It is in the closet, over there, not very far
It wants me to be a country music star
I laugh at the audacity, give a har har har
ambitions? Not really. I don’t want to think.
Since my retirement I’ve been in the pink.
Not wanting to take on monotonous jobs
staying away from Joes, Billies and Bobs.
I have no dreams or goals to fulfill.
Just loving my daily walk up a hill.
Enjoying the weather, mild like this.
Not jumping for snakes, not giving a hiss.
My brain can stay on that closet shelf.
I don’t need it to pen poems about elf.
Imagination must be lodged in my heart.
I do nothing extra, you can’t make me start.
How do I see and count the stars?
Like losing count on how many cattle I have,
I see the stars as a guiding light when feeling lost.
Back at home, an old man takes his donkey cart,
It is time for him to move to the wilderness.
His heart beats like a drum, moving besides the Virginia lake
He sets his sights on the stars, making his last request:
If God knows, I shall, but to count the stars before my last breath.
The owls watch and sing until the billies boil
He goes on the side of the lake to sleep peacefully,
He goes on the side of the lake to sleep peacefully.
deep down in deer hollow near miser governor’s bullfrog swamp
lived bachelor peddler charles mccartney who walked with a stomp
bleating gnarly nannies and bad news billies traveled with him
he named them starbelly, cheeseburger, loud nat and old Jim
the town heard him coming way ahead of the time he’d arrive
screaming goats and bells and loud noises on wagon he’d drive
loud bleating and bawling and manure drops left deep in our road
he was bringing bunches of new merchandise, a big load
There are a bunch of silly billies
They do cartwheels on my fingernails
I am astounded; wondering how they know
I am not persnickety or in a bad mood.
Come on! I say to the silly billies
As they summersault over my arms
landing on my shoulders
after a triple flip.
My husband asks what I am doing.
The silly billies put their fingers to their lips
Sh! They warn me.
Everyone is not ready to see or hear silly billies
Nothing I lie.
Hey! Are those my geebie weebies? He says.
We were partnered by God for a reason....
Hill, By and Blow - the three Billies brothers
Were constantly fighting each other
Hill was the oldest
Blow was the boldest
By was the baby by another mother
May 5, 2018
Hillbillies, Bybillies and Blowbillies Contest, by Caren Krutsinger
Honorable Mention
In a place that still gives me the willies
were some wild men, and they were all “Billies.”
Since they lived on a hill
that was nearby a rill,
they were known simply as the “Hill” Billies.
The Hill Billies’ sons had the aim
of sparing their fathers from shame.
When their fathers were bad,
each would stand by his dad,
so “By” Billy was each son’s name.
Now THEIR sons, who moved to a plain
away from the hill, were insane.
Called “Blow” Billies, they
did nothing all day
except get doped up on cocaine!
May 3, 2018 for Caren Krutsinger's Hillbillies, Bybillies and Blowbillies contest
Who would feed the cubs?
Those that shall one day be scrubs,
The land that hurts but weaken,
The life of the poverty stricken,
Who would shelter the pullets?
With tongues spinning spits of fear down their gullets,
Quils that gather and habour,
Drink from no gourd of splendor,
Who would hunt for the fledglings?
Bearing cozz of the days proding,
Skies that hold their pride,
Not that it complements nor wide,
Who would guide the fingerlings?
Innocent youngers of the waters hovering,
Scales trading afore in line,
A battle when awe,too handsome to decline,
Who would care for the billies?
Ears that heed not voice that harries,
She who sounds the tone,
A rift with the throat,altered by a stone.
By the rivers that gather,
The manner of happenings,
I am hurt when weaken,
But by my tent,when I sit,
Beneath the towering heat,
Of which shall continue to repeat,
And like my fragile-skinned allies,
I am hearthy from within.
some or bold
won'ts control
its there gold
to not fold
but to shine in the big light
for there way of life
\to be is there key
have other like MOUSE
BE
BILLIES IN THE BIG HOUSE
No more Stanford and son
Esther and Lamont is taking a stroll
no more Beverly hills billies
Jestro the freak seem out of control.
When the news came out
that soaps have hit the scene
i thought is was zest, Palmolive
or irish spring.
No your wrong neighbors explain
if we are so bold and beautiful
then we should have
something to gain.
But life today is an up hill battle
and as the world turns
we becomes depress and dull
no wonder at the end of the day
we check our self into general hospital.
My doctors say i have one life to live
and all my children are on my case
so whenever i feel young and restless
i will stop for a drink at Melrose place.
But we cannot forget the days of our life
do something to make them look bright
so in the end we can stand and say
it was nice to see the guiding light.
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