Not Really,
You A-Holes
Are Just Jerks
Who Are Bullies
Who Are Required
To Be Jaded,
To Grow Out Of
Pleasure, The Real
Simple Kind...
Oh, Well.
OOOPSIE!
I Liked Writing This!
Ha! Ha!
-Gray Squirrel
09-13-2025
Wait.
I Wrote That Already!
Somewhere...
Hmmm...
*SMILE*
-Gray Squirrel
09-07-2025
A brook trickled easily down
As poetry running unbound
And I stood on a rock
To hear the steady stream
Of foreign words gurgled.
A hazy shaft of light beamed down -
Laser-pointing through piney boughs -
And where it gently struck -
Columbine shined and teemed
The floor with emeralds.
It's your birthday my sunshine
My most amazing and improving niece
Absolutely beautiful
Both in heart and body
Whosoever meets or knows her
Always experience genuine love
Her tenderness is so contagious.
Wherever she enters
She always lights up the room
You can never kill her vibes
Because she never forced vibes
She doesn't need the hype
She's not that type.
Happy magnificent birthday Kendra
Wishing you nothing
But greater heights
Without any fight
Getting all you need or want easily and effortlessly.
When Words Don’t Come Easy”
Today is the kind of day when words don’t come easily. The bouquet of flowers arrives at the house, and I find myself grappling with acceptance. Is she truly gone? Am I prepared to make arrangements, to return there? Can I bear the pain, am I ready?
The calls await—those conversations where condolences are offered, where the words “I’m sorry for your loss” hang in the air. Today, words feel elusive, like butterflies slipping through my fingers.
Preparing for death is a daunting task. Grief wears a mask, and I suppress my emotional pain. I tell myself to remain logical, to cling to biblical thinking. But it rushes over me, relentless.
My prayer for the day echoes Psalm 34:18: “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” And I hold onto the truth that God is our refuge, our strength—an ever-present help in trouble.
May these words bring solace and strength during this difficult time. ??
I declare that feeling rage is too awful and insane,
it's a trap we have fallen into one time or another;
we deceived, we lied and went much further:
when guilt stains our conscience we are done!
Easily tempted by a sweet glance,
does it excite us and full us with joy?
a dreamy guy will ask you to dance:
could he be an irresistible playboy?
I have unusual, charming eyes to attract
women to me: they smile and never wait
to get kissed, touched and be in Paradise:
there there's no lack of an instant surprise!
I'm easily tempted by a sweet glance,
do I pursue pleasure or romance?
Words and caresses can tell...
do they bewitch a weak will?
I'm committed to honesty and faithfulness,
oh, elegance and beauty don't impress me;
I search for sincerity, for arms to own me:
I would surrender myself to nothing less!
Words enlighten the soul easily.
When the heart need not search for their meaning.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
When success comes too easily
failure seems it's suddenly ~
Though just one of them
sneaks up subtly
A dressing-down's full of hauteur
Persuasion comes not easily
Instead of rebuke, employ kinder reproof
a velvet hammer, wield congenially
I Wear My Gun Easily, Loaded Well At Night
I meet my sacrifice with ample gratitude
Although with muted tongue, my ghost sings loudly
That crystal indifference soothes my attitude
None sing romance so damn righteously or proudly
Although never crowned prince nor pauper I be
My fighting sword and armor is polished gold
Sail I my ship and crew across dark, stormy sea
Far north to angry city or so I am told
I left far behind my foolish ideas of white
Knowing that some judges are cheap, easily bought
I wear my gun easily, loaded well at night
Insurance so as not to be flat footed caught.
I meet my sacrifice with ample gratitude
That crystal indifference soothes my attitude
I left far behind my foolish ideas of white
I wear my gun easily, loaded well at night.
Robert J, Lindley, 16 verse sonnet
DEC 1ST 1973
Note-
"" None are as good as they pretend
None are brave as they want to be
Yet all cry out for happy end
Even blinded, as they look to see."" RJL
Dreams can come easily anytime anywhere
Before and behind reality
But success may not come anytime anywhere
Before reality
You must put in extra effort anytime anywhere
Before and behind reality
Dreams form easily but not success
Dreams form easily
This is so called reality
Success is hard to achieve
This is also called reality
And if you fail
There hardly any choice
Reality is to be accepted
As the best solution
When the disciples James and John saw this, they asked, “Lord, do you want us to call fire down from heaven to destroy them?”
But Jesus turned and rebuked them.
Luke 9:54-55
How easily man judges,
hates, throws down the gauntlet.
Oh can’t you see - God is the merciful one.
We hang ‘em high and hang ‘em low
(Better than them, am I)
We love to be one of the mob,
pointing, mocking, laughing.
Are we teachable?
The lord stopped James and John in their tracks.
(Oh I wish he’d be condemned,
send fire down on his head.)
Oh sure…we are the truth tellers,
we imagine ourselves to be god.
We want, him or her, destroyed?
But ahem…God could destroy anyone,
anytime. His purposes are greater than ours.
I’m grateful for that. You should be too.
Oh can’t you see - God is the merciful one.
I don’t want to see what’s in your nose.
Bring it level. If God judged you today
without His help, guess where you’d be?
He says wild things like:
Love your enemies!
The good news trumps your newspaper
and news on t.v.
If your nose tilts, let your eyes see God’s
peace, mercy and grace
…a revolution of love
10/28/2022
Let us all sing a happy song,
A Jolly national sing along
Melodies of Friendship and Praise
The past is becoming a misty haze,
When we hear voices loud and strong.
Let us all dance today,
Helping our troubles fade away
Dance any way you choose
With bare feet or high-heeled shoes.
Put your talents on display.
Let us all get the beat,
It is cool to feel the heat
Of the beating of drums and vibes too
The sexy saxophone and the Kazoo.
What a glorious musical treat.
Goodness, I've got carried away,
I'm afraid that I have to say,
I used to adore singing and dance
Music still puts me in a trance.
But now, I happily wave and sway.
I love reading clever novels by the light of the moon.
It is what I always do because it delights me so.
I am not easily hurried, by a tide, calendar or loon.
I can read words over and over in the soft moon’s glow.
Do not try to rush me. It cannot be done.
I love reading books. It is all kinds of fun.
I linger and languish enjoying every single word.
Rushing off to me would be totally wrong and absurd.
He knew the hearts of his wives, and yes, he had two.
They were hard and mean, and not easy to impress.
He knew he had to cough up some real money to please both.
So, he maxed out one credit card on one.
And to the other he deeded his house.
He did these things to keep them happy,
so, they would be kind to his daughter Maribella.
Maribella was the love of his life.
At three, she was happy with a cardboard box and a hazel bush stick.
He brought her both, and she played for hours.
Giggling and laughing, loving her daddy like no one else did.
I love this box Daddy!
I love this stick Daddy!
I love you Daddy!
All of his wishes came true daily when he saw his baby.
He did not care about anything else, for this was the top of the mark.
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