You Can Look
At It That Way...
You Can Whirl
It Around...
Down To Ultimatum,
Darker Than Drooool...
Sticky Molasses
Sweet Swirling
Lowwww.
Where Bliss!?
When
The Darkness
Discovers:
*LIGHT*
-Gray Squirrel
09-26-2026
Leaves dance around the maple, complaining
Grumbling that autumn’s breath is too near
And, I remember times that don’t need explaining
Leaping in piles of crunchy leaves, without fear
Melodies, graceful as a prayer in the soul
Glorifying the Creator of this gentle fall
Winds and rain couldn’t stop – we felt whole
Because of the wonder in that autumn’s call
We soared through the air toward the pile,
Mountains of leaves buried us in their scent
This is what it means to be a child with a smile
Playing in leaves with autumn’s quiet consent
It felt like a psalm was being read by this day
Our hearts knew the melody of such grace
This is the meaning of heaven sent, I pray
That everyone discovers autumn’s sweet embrace
On the hills, and in the valleys, there are leaves
Just waiting for a child’s laughter and mirth
It only takes this memory and my soul believes
Nature offers solace to the children on earth
My worst enemy is not the passing year,
nor winter waiting at the garden gate;
not loneliness that whispers, “You are here,”
nor all the little cruelties of fate.
My worst enemy has learned my name,
and walks beside me, silent as a shade;
it knows my every weakness, doubt, and shame,
and feeds upon the promises I’ve delayed.
It tells me, “You are old; the road is through.
The dreams you carried have outlived their day.
Why climb the hill? What more remains to do?
Sit down, be still, and let the light decay.”
But I have met this enemy before—
I know its voice, though once I called it me.
It is the fear that closes every door
before the heart discovers it is free."
So let the years come marching as they must;
let autumn take the leaves from every tree.
I may grow old, but I refuse to rust—
my worst enemy is the self I cease to be.
she finds a four-leaf clover almost every day
discovers dimes on gray sidewalks lining her way
quarters shower her during a visit to Casino Green
She is the luckiest woman Las Vegas has ever seen
Written: June 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
Quote: "The brain discovers, but emotions replicate past occurrences forevermore." By Poet
I glide amid suspense as the air grows dense.
Through amber fractures that scrape the fence,
Still blazed for the thrill your shadows wore—
The anchored verdict, of evermore.
A silted shard of time daze,
A wire-mesh mirror that grate and glaze,
It scrapes the shell where the marrow tore—
A signal throbbing evermore.
Through gullies choked with a sullen scent,
Through spans of gloom where lumber's bend,
Your strobes ignite on the slatted floor—
A sizzling earth expanding evermore.
You lodge inside the strained strain,
A white-hot core that no veil can drain,
The pulsing pitch, I cannot ignore—
A sinew humming evermore.
And after the casing snaps its seam
When digits fuse in a blinding beam,
This vacuum slams on a rock-bound shore—
The engine stilled in evermore.
Though metal cools in the still space.
The spirit-volt is gone, without a trace.
A hissing heat on rusty shore—
the agony intensified, evermore
Between neither here nor there
an entire life holds its breath.
as I straddle the inevitable,
marking time between life's lines.
Caught in transition,
Almost here, yet almost there,
living in the footnotes
of an ending hard to bear.
My shadow crosses the line;
the rest of me hesitates.
Time gathers its coat,
weary of waiting at the gate.
Almost this and almost that,
in-between here and there,
the parallel lines at last converge;
there becomes here; then becomes now.
When all horizons disappear
and distance dissolves,
every elsewhere becomes an arrival.
Here and there intertwine at last,
and every therewith discovers
it's been a herewith all along.
How many times has my name been duplicated
perhaps more at least tripled or quadrupled
I check the on line library
Eleven at least Individual Douglas Gillies
I wonder are they all like me
married to young fillies
My wife then decides
she will look on line too
She discovers same name totals
adds up to twenty two
Add middle name Alexander
now my name's unique
Individuality at last
It's a trait I like to seek
I'm in a park and perched upon a bench
is a man he plays guitar
I wonder does he have the skill
to play an Indian sitar
His hair is long and white
his beard is in a plait
Around his neck there is a harp
I wonder how does this all equate
A tiny tambourine on a foot pedal is attached
in every way it seems that we are matched
Like me he even plays a Beatle song
acoustic there is no microphone
Am I looking in a mirror
or perhaps I am a clone
Footnote Harp an abbreviated name for a harmonica
Evening murmurs quietness,
Quietness reflects fright,
Fright stoops the soul,
Soul needs bright,
Bright evaporates the shadow,
Shadow cracks night.
Night brings trouble,
Trouble creates discomfort,
Discomfort nurtures the darkness,
Darkness embeds courage,
Courage expects for morning,
Morning kills night.
Night shows the scuffle,
Scuffle breeds power,
Power lifts the drained,
Drained discovers dawn,
Dawn pinnacles the voyage,
Voyage leaves nightfall.
Poem by Mugisho N.T.
There was a pink fox
That had a thing for socks
And he'd always find a way
To obtain socks
When he's off his rocks.
He would take one sock a day.
In his wicked mind
Of the humorous kind
He liked to split the pair.
He'd anticipate
The way it would frustrate
The people letting them air.
So if you put them on the line,
Get them in on time
For when the day falls dusk,
He'll tiptoe on your lawn
Like a crazy fawn
And take one, cause he must!
The pink fox likes to plot
With the brain he's got
Methods and tricks and more.
He'll sneak into the laundrette
Disguised as a pet
And pinch odd socks galore!
He ventures through clothes shops
And he rarely stops.
For each paw he will take one.
Then in his den he will compare
How they match his fur,
His private cat walk just for fun.
He belly aches with laughter
For he discovers after
That his mischief is all over media.
Who is this pink fox
That has a thing for socks?
And they have no idea!
You warped my consciousness as a snake chokes its prey,
Being the crayons of my colourless tale meant to be grey,
Once a lonely rope left swinging, now your creeper coils along my way,
A drifting cloud carved by storms finally opens to its long-lost day.
A straight thread now tangles itself into the loops of your thoughts,
Being the spell that breaks open the oldest knots of my hate and curse knots,
Once a lone trunk now splits into paths that rise to make your leaves’ bed,
A lost traveller scorched in heatwave’s furnace finally discovers its shed.
A body consumed by your soil, atom to atom in it,
An exhausted, burning soul dissolves into your gathering clouds as it sits,
Consciousness dilutes in the pure solution of your life,
The last breaths of mine always rest in the veins of your heart’s life.
Closing in, pressing around
It's only the freedom of movement
No volition to lend its constraint
Physical forces in moment
Minimum support from surrounding air
Weak random pushes of pressure
Touching skin so to cancel the warmth
Ambiguous feeling of pleasure
So on to the void, emptiness compromised
A need to expand without limit
When movement discovers a new boundary
Supporting an Other within it
The coward
Hiding in the shadows
Waiting, watching always hiding
Never standing
Always lurking.
The victim
Always unexpectedly grabbed
Pulled into the shadows
Too afraid to run from the coward
Fear so contagious until …
A light begins to shine into the darkness
Strength begins to grow
Just a trickle then a flow
The warrior stands
The coward hides
The warrior standing tall
The Light getting brighter
The coward goes into the shadows
deeper
The warrior discovers the light is within
The coward screams
The warrior turns and looks behind
Other victims are following close
Following the Light into freedom
A roar can be heard softly at first
Then a mighty roar is resounding through the land
The victims run in freedom
Never looking back
Cowards hide
Gathering like jackals
Waiting, laughing and trembling in fear.
The search
The Focus
The game
Strategy
Encounter
Ammunition ready
Enemy sight
Preparing attack
Torpedo hits target being the enemy
The enemy must submerge
Spotting the challenger on radar
The enemy has some damage, they won’t get far
The enemy attempts to fire their torpedo but misses the challenger
The challenger scores big
While the enemy trying to be hid
Radar discovers from the challenger being the enemy
Challenger fires their torpedo at the enemy
Ever so close
Suddenly the enemy’s submarine blew to bits
The challenger winning the score of 100
The enemy loses to Zero
Play station aim
Precision of the game
Victorious win.
Always aching, the absence hurts so deep.
Broken silence where sweet memories sleep.
Crying comes, a necessary flood.
Darkest days misunderstood.
Empty space where laughter used to bloom.
Finding strength to leave the lonely room.
Gradually, the sharpest pain gives way.
Hoping brightens with each passing day.
Inside, a quiet calm begins to grow.
Joy is fragile, moving soft and slow.
Kindness learned—to self, and to the past.
Lessons linger; built to truly last.
Moments spent now focused just on me.
New directions, wild and wide and free.
Open doors to possibilities unseen.
Peace returns, serene and ever green.
Quiet comfort in the solitude.
Reaching out for all the good I've viewed.
Sunlight warms a spirit long denied.
Togetherness, but self is now my guide.
Understanding sets the old pain free.
Vibrant soul discovers destiny.
Wisdom gained from battles fought and won.
Xenial future, now the work is done.
Yearning turns to love for who I am.
Zenith reached, escaping the old jam.
Challenger A and Enemy B
The search
The Focus
The game
Strategy of both
Encounter
Ammunition ready
Enemy in sight
Preparing attack
Torpedo sent from Challenger A
Hits target being the enemy B
Enemy B tries to counter attack
But misses Challenger A
Enemy B must submerge because of damage
Challenger A has Enemy B on close radar
Because of Enemy B structural, they won’t get far
Challenger A scores big of 80 points
Enemy B is trying to play hid
Radar from Enemy B is trying to destroy Challenger A, but fails
Radar from Challenger A discovers the enemy’s B weakness
Challenger A torpedo fired at enemy B
Ever so close
Target in sight
Suddenly enemy B submarine is blown to bits
Challenger A winning victorious score of 100
Enemy B loses to 0
Play station aim
Precision in maneuvering in the game.
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