Joy
Is The Opposite
Of Distress.
You're Afraid
It Isn’t.
In The Moment!
Not Any Time Other.
It Got Away!
You Thought It Wasn't!
You're Surprised By
It's Intensity...
Or Maybe The
Lack Of It.
I Get It.
It's OK.
Look Away.
-Gray Squirrel
10-02-2026
A ship sails away
Will a storm it delay
A plane's wheels leave the ground
Will it land safe and sound
Nations quarrel and fight
Neither is right
Lies rapidly spread
Will they kill the truth dead
Through the countryside of Tennessee
Steam Engine puff for the world to see
The backside country of Dolly Parton’s life
Her songs offering hope being advice
Ms. Parton’s personality that was warmth and nice
Her moments forever cherished
Every stream and river being images of her beauty
The richness of her soul being Dolly Parton behind it
The skies applaud
The talent enriched from the Lord
Accomplishments unmeasurable
Genuine throughout
The Mountains dance in Ms. Parton’s honor
Dolly Parton would say, “It’s not a time to be sad, but the moment to embrace in the impact of her life on the world”
Heaven requested Ms. Parton’s arrival
She answered and felt welcomed
This was her time
Lifted up to the Heaven’s for greater spiritual reward
I personally met Dolly Parton’s Daughter long time ago in Springfield, MA at the New England State Fair
Leave it to Dolly
Dolly Parton Love
Her life to always think of.
O Rhyme! how I express my joy in thee;
but sorrow drains desire, and grace received,
depriving me of your vivacious sea
of gilded imagery. I deceived,
for happiness and cheer leap from my page:
though melancholy, the womb of all odes,
the false bliss which bloomed in the soil of rage,
doomed me, and love, to life's despondent roads.
But I, both human and bard, now declare:
brave words inspired, but deep insight brought pain.
Like diamonds, forged by pressure and fine care,
bright hope reflect'd its glory, then healed my brain.
Hence, my rhymes, sung with new elation's blood,
build heaven on earth where only hell has stood.
Foggy Express
Preening For A Distant Gaze
Other Thoughts Entangle Charm;
Ends-Without-The-Means, Indeed!
Trust In Troubled Torrent Tribes...
Raid The Chambers, Raise All Voices!
Yours Is But A Word Away.
I've Got Your Number,
Seen Your Thoughts...
Passions' Preference, Prejudiced Still;
Ran Around The Racetracks, Cheering!
Off! You Feral Cockerel Sewer-Rats!
Onward Ho! Ye Her0es Of Re-Cen'cy!
Find Our Un-Common Empowered Empathy!
Ten Stations Later - Stations Closed.
Hats Off! Conductors And Cabin-Boys...
All The Better, All The Madder:
Tender Butter, On A Platter.
Worlds' Benefits, Cruise The List
Old Globby's Globe Just...
Reeks With Similarities!
Damned If We Don't Know What We Mean.
Syllable Counts, Uhhhh...
Can I Say "Indeed" Again, Down Here?
After All, It's Just Convenient.
Nothing Here Is Useful, Splotches...
'
Taste The Stain Left By Those Lips.
-Gray Squirrel
06-09-2025
And a routine, a habit not done
A self-care or a part has done
Emphasizes value of the moment
Also has a pleasant aftertaste
A process help notice a result
Embodiment to thank for oneself
A method to cultivate happiness
A journal to write indebtedness
Art for tool to thank for others
An expression to create family.
Slightest glances of your presence,
My heart dances, catching your essence!
The lost feelings that I buried,
I found it, without being worried.
Love is a feeling, I realized!
The happiest part of me Survived.
Exhausting works, tiring days,
"You beside me"- became most comfortable of ways.
Watching you resting, I'm assured!
All my weakness, always get cured.
Treating you better is my aim!
The happiest part of me, will take any blame.
You are precious, without any flaw,
I am here, go! break any law.
Don't be sad, I'm your paper!
Write on it, it will become a Scraper.
All your feelings, express it!
The happiest part of me, will find a fit.
I know, I'm clumsy and faulty,
I promise to change without being salty.
Past is out of of my reach,
Stay forever, I'll sue each.
The prayer I do, is a bit large!
If the happiest part of me is you, I will pay any charge.
I am in silence
But my heart is not
I try to scream
But it won't let me
I tried to hide
But it won't let me
Confusion inside
It leaves me breathless
I don't know where I am
In silence or in chaos
I don't know what I want
I know I can't survive
I try to speak, words don't come out
I try to express, but I cannot
I am in silence
But my heart cannot.
How can I express myself when every time I do you think I’m arguing. How can I express myself when you don’t listen? How can I express myself when you’re not there? How can I express myself when I don’t trust you? How can I express myself when you don’t love me? How can I express myself when you don’t care? How can I express myself, knowing that you lied to me? I feel that the only way for me to express myself to you is by phone or by text or by me just writing it on my notes or posting it on social media because I can’t even express myself to you face to face. That I wonder too myself is this is how even how it should be to express myself. A lot go though my mind that I just wish I could just express it you but like I say how can I express myself when every time I do you think I’m arguing. How can I express myself when you don’t listen? How can I express myself when you’re not there? How can I express myself when I don’t trust you? How can I express myself when you don’t love me? How can I express myself when you don’t care? How can I express myself, knowing that you lied to me?
Dear General Public will you pardon me? Inclusive
with grace and give me mercifulness.
A green light to advance, proceed. May I express
Myself?
Who will wipe the tears off from my eyes? That
Society has caused these aforementioned inner
pain that oftentimes overwhelms me
May I express myself?
I had heard about the new cult in town, the gray rabbit express
It was stated that the followers did not show much happiness
They dressed in gray outfits, dresses usually, and rabbit ears
What is your main concern? I asked the sheriff. What are your fears?
I wonder if these girls were abducted, you need to interview them.
at the gate I was turned around by guard dog named Flem.
knew what his name was because he had a sign on his collar, in blue.
I ran from this compound, feeling threatened, ‘tis true.
The girls did not attend public school, but they sometimes came to town.
never alone; their chaperone was close and always gave a frown.
I tried to speak to them a few times, but they ignored me and my voice.
I gave up finally, said the most aggressive interviewer in town, Mrs. Joyce.
I saw four of them on the street one day, walking in a solemn line.
I said good day and asked how they were, none of them said “fine”.
They ignored me as if I had not spoken at all, brainwashed maybe.
Soon joined by another cult chaperone, her lapel said McGee.
Ya!! Glad to be me and proud to be me..
No one'd change and no one can be of mine..
I am always one who is living on me
Proudly representing who I am to be;
That one unique.. who's is always one
Loving myself about own that I am in mine
The thinkings, ideas , personality ,all make up in and out of my body..
I am precious!!
Looking to mirror reflecting me
I see the me that no one either can be.
Whatever I am , I am glad in my own
No matter how ,what personality others have
Coz the thing --
"I am always I that unique that no one has"
None can be perfect in everything
But what I can is always great in myself
That the society can neither see or say..
If ever they do they won't see the great..
That's the personality..
But.. ya I am always glad to be me
Ever and always by every way..
~ BHAYALINA
BAISHYA
Door open,
hurtling loud and at full speed
towards my destination,
beneath me a blur
of mounded ballast
and withered grass,
the world coming into focus more
the further out I look -
graffitied fences, factories
still wearing the soot
of steam trains from decades
before, a mountain of stacked
wooden pallets, car wrecks
piled four high.
Late sixties, on my way
to work on the 7.10
from Alberton, all stops
to Cheltenham then express
to the City. The station names
flash by, Woodville, Kilkenny,
Croydon, Bowden all pass dreamlike
through a disconnected stare.
A vague residual left by the thoughts
back then still seem to slop
around my memory. I can feel
panic claw on the window
trying to get out.
I arrive fifty five years later,
on time, here, a world away
looking out on a soft fall
of summer rain. My journey
has gone by all too fast
on the 7.10 express train.
Can old thoughts of hurt that we shun
Cancel life’s gifts wonder and fun?
If anger must stay
Within brain’s array
Do we run with pain in the sun?
To digest bad memory’s lunch
Chop stick therapies help us munch
And chew on old pain
So our bad chow mein
Will taste sweet like a Nestle’s crunch
Although it seems weird and so strange
If current behavior we change
Old things we found bad
No longer seem sad
As memories do rearrange
Thought patterns that left our mood scarred
That colored the present as marred
Yield to a changed script
Where wounds from the crypt
Appear like a kind greeting card
Forgiveness is really for us
It adds onto life like a plus
Anger’s not treasure
But cancels pleasure
And deports good times on a bus
I'm piling up the anecdotes..Remarks and more besides.' I'll
Show historical content also, maybe others can't abide?
I'll even trawl my memory finely, going decades back' up till the
Present tense, and waiting; maybe some have got my back?
Or maybe its God that heals my spirit? Just Keeps me going on?
Till we get a ( peace-fire ) burning people' leaving dead ideals if they've gone.. Well quite wrong!
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