Burrowing and Borrowing-
Starving but harvesting-
NOT quite charming but alarming-
Harming when storming-
More than a boring warning-
Performing and conforming-
Alluring the enduring-
Touring the reassuring-
Scurrying and worrying-
Working NOT twerking-
Twitching and itching-
Computer glitching when stitching-
Missing NOT dissing-
No hex
No mess
No sex
No stress
Wrestling with a nestled Texas style onion ring...
Castling the mastered haphazardly masked task...
Of a vaccinated infatuation ally rally for a new kitchen sink...
Getting pushed pass the brink by the former owner of a skating rink- because of drinking.
You Think A Bird Brain
Is As Stupid As You!
All The Mocking Is
Sweet Music Ours...
You: Less Than...
Why Can't You Fly?
Hey! I Could!
See The Jet Filled With Humans!?
I Could Be In That One, Easy!
Yeah, Right, Without All The Help,
Fly On Your Own... Do Your Best...
Do You Have The Recipe, And
All Of The Ingredients?
Quack Quack, No I Can't
Even Sing (Dimensionless...)
Why Don’t You Have Feathers?
You Bozo Hanging T-Shirts
To Hang In The Naked Hot Air?
I Have Textiles, And Freedoms
I Can Wear With My Moods...
I'm Not Limited By One
Living Beautiful Radiant Sheen...
You Are Just Living On The Fruits
Of Numb-Skulls Numb'er Than You...
The "Skill" Of Conforming...
From Your Collaborationist Culture...
Dumb As It Comes!
Hey! Why So Melodic...
But So Harsh!? I Adapt...
On The Good Will Of Ever-More
Strangers.
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Free As Feathers
Catching A Whim
A-lighting From A
Breeze...
-Gray Squirrel
06-03-2026
famous
popular, celebrated
enchanting, captivating, alluring
actor, supermodel, homemaker, farmer
conforming, blending, mingling
faceless, commonplace
unknown
The mind pirouettes, ideas come about
creative imagination seeded then sprout.
The thickening of the roots
the strengthening of the limbs
flourishing concepts from within.
Now it’s time to go beyond
an expedition to worlds not found.
It is here to be courageous
and test limits of intellect,
adventuring outside
parameters of being correct.
Shinoatis carinthitim spendocious tellee
Hoven precurios shallus ohhe freeh
Nowtween freye overis beh thye lates
Slowwlly koming bakk inside guarded gates.
It is this risk that must be taken
leaving the conforming habitual haven.
These outside worlds bring inside veracity
deepening the roots of life’s capacity.
eye-catching
intrigue
a
visionary
atmosphere
in
retrospect
confident
complex
crafted
yet
marginalised
a
ravishing
presence
extolled
interspersed
&
awash
in
an
emotional
narrative
focus
erupting
billowing
forth
complex
continuing
in
simultaneous
depictions
ephemeral
fashioned
interventions
conforming
&
conforming
superficial
expectations
The first view,
magnificent glistening sun rising,
glowing moon setting
so heartwarming.
The warmth to the soul
yet thrill that it brings,
will always linger lovingly
as mistletoe would bring in.
Evening follows,
a crisp breeze to the air,
stars and moon flying high.
Seasons will continue
rain, sleet, snow and sun again,
a humbling harmony that has no end.
Time does though pass
known even by fools,
the crisp air now damp
as heaviness of old wet shoes.
The sun now hazy,
conforming clouds building,
bringing vision of a bat
if eyes still open.
Warming hearts now aching,
ground beneath quaking,
souls grudgingly gaping.
Malcontent magnificence
shows its face,
with all its beauty and grace,
marching to its ultimate end,
once again.
I used to hate dresses,
The feeling of air blowing onto my legs and the need for sandals.
I hated the way my light blonde leg hair would shine so brightly in the sun.
High schoolers were so scary,
Taller than me, bigger than me, more mature.
Now I am that high schooler and I still feel that way about them.
I’ve always been the smallest girl on the field, in the classroom, on stage.
It gnaws at me because it is unchangeable.
Unchangeable in ways I would do anything for.
Gone are the days of running around on the playground,
Now are the days of straightened hair and perfect outfits.
Girlhood hits like a train, ending the non-gender conforming ways of childhood imagination.
Pre-conceived notions and unachievable expectations.
I used to be afraid to perform.
But that’s what girlhood is.
Be utterly wild and flamboyant.
Live every minute like there's no tomorrow.
~ Forget about conforming to norms.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I once contemplated suicide,
But only if I couldn’t have you by my side,
Reading my eulogy, shedding a few tears is nothing compared to the endless ocean before my eyes, we are given this one life,
Lord will you accept my apology before I do the deed?
Will you embrace me the way I’ve left the world you’ve created for me?
will anyone miss me?
Dark blue seas I cry, if only I could fly.
These thoughts flow through my brain for lack of love, for grief, for me to escape.
Am I insane or somehow conforming to this world full of Hate.
But WAIT will this anxiety and anger be my FATE?
The chambers of my heart so empty and cold with knowledge comes understanding. This is getting old.
To let the devil win. I would never. Jesus please help me before I take this endeavor.
Forgive me now.
At your feet I bow.
I give it all to you
Because I know my promise is in You.
I flow like a river that moves around rocks,
Molding like water splashed into cup or box;
Like tides conforming to the force of the moon,
A stream twisting through a bending valley's tune.
A soft air slipping through the narrowest cracks,
A wind that changes paths with no stops and tracks;
Like a smoke coiling around every corner,
A kite adjusting to swift gusts or blower.
I am a clay designed by God's unseen hands,
Being adaptable, my mind understands;
I am a master key that suits any lock,
As the Lord Jesus opens the gate of His flock.
The Holy Spirit reminds me of seasons,
For I am leaves that turn with climes in reasons.
God made my bed this morning
Of course, I made my bed, but God planned according
God ordains all things, (good or bad, all things)
Yes, even the Drill Sergeant’s inspection to see if my bed springs
(All y’all will know what that means, if you know what I mean)
Does that mean God is evil?
No, He predestines all things and figures in our free will
That’s right, God predestines our free choices
(even when the duvet is not quite poi-fect)
God made my breakfast this morning
Of course I made my own, He provided all things, conforming
He provides all things up to and while, and the continuing
(He sees the seeing and knows the knowing, the end, and the beginning)
So, whatever you do, do unto the Lord
Because He’s in control, so be onboard
As in Pacto Arco Iris, so it is in all God’s covenants
As our God is moving by thwarting Satan’s intents
So, as you go about your day
Have comfort knowing God has planned the way
Even your free choices fit into His plan
For every child and women and every man
Praise the King of saints
Everything we experience in life
shows in our poetry -- both shallow
and deep – weeds and blossoms~
words come forth oscillating bitter/sweet
harvest, from, hopefully, an honest
sowing --
Honest words speak louder...quieter...
even silence between far more
emotive than a blaring trumpeter --
Poems affix in creative silence – before
the birthing, spirit’s cradle of incubation,
adjusting, conforming to individual rhythms
of harmonic space and time --
Individual...singular, yet cooperative --
part of the universal whole – the lightness
we experience along with overwhelming pressures
core-felt while remaining utterly unexplainable --
Consciousness, is the trickle and flood of God --
The blender switches on,
The Clock starts ticking.
Stitching it's imprint,
Into Existence.
Each Instant,
Different.
Gears whirring,
Agitated, Stirring Emotions,
Splicing, Thoughts churning ,
Forcing Conforming,
To the vortex That's forming.
Conflicting Actions,
Unconscious Reactions,
Robbing Our Satisfaction.
We Keep on Running,
To the Next Attraction.
Unaware of the distraction,
Keeping us in Line.
Trapped in Times Design,
It Defines your day.
How Long you have to Stay,
Then Sends you on your way.
There's even Time to Pay.
Never Enough for Play,
So throw none of it away.
Attached to every move,
It fills all the Grooves.
Smooth and sly,
It slides on by.
Flying beside you,
Guiding, and Dividing,
Perfect timing.
The more fun we have,
Seems as it were cut in Half.
Yet an hour in sorrow,
Feels like no Tomorrow.
Your Faithful Companion,
A Wound mender.
Or your toughest Contender,
Keeping you in The Blender.
Its a beautiful Sunday morning.
The people are swarming.
Church pews are warming.
Bodies conforming to contours.
Souls performing a symphony,
Witnessing Everybody,
Sounds of Children's laughter.
Rooms filled with happy chatter,
As we gather together.
Here, We all Matter,
Creating a Bond from Beyond.
Corresponding,
Singing along,
Harmony in a Unified Song.
Settling in to to Hear a Tale,
As Spirit sets sail,
Traveling To the Grail.
All of us on it's Tail,
Ending our Story,
Where LOVE,
Always prevails.
A vortex of energy surrounds me,
Its shared collectively.
Full of possibility,
And my responsibility.
Bare feet grounding my body,
I begin to see Its capability.
Spinning uncontrollably,
It has a Hold of me.
Affecting my whole reality,
Directing where it carries me.
Puzzle pieces swirling,
Holding me down.
I begin twirling,
Turning it around.
Reversing rotation,
Pieces fall to the Ground.
Changing the motion,
A commotion,
Kicks up dust from the past.
Coming in fast,
Blasting the momentum.
Where did that come from,
Another Conundrum.
This Energy,
The Negativity,
All the broken parts of me,
Taking responsibility.
Sifting thoroughly,
The ashes of my choices.
My final approach,
Silencing the voices.
Dust settling into place,
My body happy with the change.
My Vortex reforming,
Conforming to a refined design.
My energy cleansed by the Divine,
Love now embracing,
The twirling thoughts in my mind.
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