It’s 6.43am,
I’m awaiting my train.
I tune into the station,
Listening to the invisible spring birds
Belting a Beltane call and response;
A syncopation in freewheeling jazz tracks.
Dipperty-dee, dipperty-dar,
Dipperty-dee, dipperty-dar,
I alight the shining lines,
Slide into my seat.
Watch the sun seep up and over rooves,
The rumble and tumble of the dustbin lorry,
Barking dogs,
People in a hurry,
Mobile but fixated by scrolling truths -
Reels of what's new, what's circumstantial,
And rolling news of worlds financial.
Woo-ah woo!
I'm borrowed fleeting glances
Of dolls house windows of toy town houses,
The click and flick of kettles
As the busyness of the new day blinks in.
Full steam ahead!
Clickerty-click, clickety-clack,
Clickety-click, clickety-clack.
Then a pause.
A beeperty-beep, and a whoosh of the doors
As they slide open.
An improvisation of passengers board,
Spilling into the carriages with costa-lot coffees,
Half full.
Commuting, suited and booted into the city.
Electricity!
With a murmuration, they're away from the station.
Dipperty-dee, dipperty-dar,
Dipperty-dee, dipperty-dar,
Bloated Sycophancy.
Bloated Sick-O-Fancy.
Drive-In, Drive-Thru,
Drive-Away...
Lucky Ducks!
Bloated Bellies
Sick Of Fattenin' Barley,
They Looked Sooo Happy
Happy-Go-Lucky!
Hooray!
QUACK QUACK!!!
Crack The Code!
Full Steam Ahead!
-Gray Squirrel
02-25-2026
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Café al Bachio, you betcha!
My husband so steamy,
his eyes so dreamy, as
his morning cause
is to order me out of bed,
(ladies and gentlemen,
you know that’s not true,
but let’s pretend)
so we leave the counter
with dollars and sense
poured into paper cups.
Oh sweet macchiato; he loves,
and the creamy latte - I should
not, so over the days cappuccino,
olay! (My darling seldom drinks
coffee, but our sheets stay warm)
A preteen picks up her order
of eight cups. Her younger brother
is warming himself with a game.
She tells him, “Jeffrey, you idiot,
get over here!” He doesn’t budge.
Where are the adults - playing
games of their own? Oh buzz!
Café Al Bachio, you betcha!
Full steam ahead! Perfection!
Ordered out of bed on the high seas.
The Caribbean rocks us awake.
Raspberry rubies drip from her lips
My mush-mouth tongue drops to the ground
Girlish giggles as she sashays hips
Gearhead's freight train drowns out all sound
Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead
This wreck scheduled to arrive and shine
She flips the switch on the tracks instead
Breakheart Pass skips a worn-out line
DINNER’S A CHORE
Dinner, my turn, nothing in the fridge
Off to market, be gone a smidge
Car won’t start, battery’s dead
Jump it, full steam ahead
Old gossips in the aisle, won’t move aside
‘Scuse me’ I croon, but they get snide
Right back I get crass
Suggest they kiss my ass
My Faith Shines, Parting Stars like Holy Moses
Never Undaunted, I'm Heroic Focused
Zero Sheckles for my soul, I Break Chains Of Slavery
Toppling Mountains with Chivalrous Bravery,
No Ocean Too Dark, No Sky Too High
I Breach the Ethers, Wings Wide towards the Heavenly Skies,
Propelled Ever-Forward
Quenched in Ambrosia, Nectar of the Super Soldiers,
My Aspirations Flow Into the Eternal River Of Revolution
A GLORIOUS VICTORY! Destined for Restitution
Destined for Absolution
I Resonate in Octillion Light Hertz for Evolution,
I AM a Metric Ton of Impeccable Gold
Blazing Noble Paths Eight Fold,
Full Steam Ahead, The Fire Within I Trust
Belief in this is the Solar Thrust,
So Know Thy Self and Yee Shall Know Truth
Know Thy Sacred Flame, the Fire that Burns Within You
To Thy soul, Be True Always
To Thy Universe, Be Within You so Glisten like a Starsage
and so, Let Thy Light Shine, Ever-Upward, Ever-Onward
Parting Stars, Reach Ever-Higher, Ever-Skyward
Flow with the Wind and be at ONE
from Night into Knight and Rise Like The Sun,
Let Thy Eye be of Wisdom, the Keys To Infiniti
To Be Or Not To Be Forever In Eternity
Wildlife photograph of the year 2024
Polar bear asleep on iceberg remnant
The bear necessities
Here I slumber
here I stay
My world is melting
and I’m miles away
Drifting off to sea
dreaming what will be
Going with the flow
Where else can I go
My pillow feels nice
I listen to the ice
its shrinking voice
Telling me
to get a larger bed
Full steam ahead
in over my head
By
David Kavanagh
To every one of
My loyal subjects
I greet you with good news today
I'm back on track
There's no turning back
It's full steam ahead I say!
To my loyal supporters
You'll be happy to know
There'll be no more breaks in the action
I'm on top of my game
I'm cookin' again
Much to my satisfaction!
Gonna try extra hard
Gonna give it my best shot
To make this poetry site my main focus
The world could come
Apart and undone
But I won't resort to hocus-pokus!
So in closing I'll say
On my honour this day
Be assured this won't happen anymore
I know you can't wait
For your poetry mate
So relax no more breaks rest assured!
Either out the words tumble
and flying fingers can't keep up
or letters stall and stumble
Inkjets of frustration
splatter 'cross my screen
There's no in-between
It's either full steam ahead ~
else Poetry's left me for dead
Having stretched the boundaries of hope
to encompass yesteryear's follies
and truths abandoned for fantasy,
faith forces us to walk life's tightrope
blindly, and yet, we manage to cope.
Youth is too cocky to make mistakes
navigating repeated patterns
through choices and their consequences.
Full steam ahead, both feet off the brakes,
they're wired to win, whatever it takes.
As years fall away like Autumn leaves,
actors morph into the audience
observing youth rehearse for bit parts.
Power's all a kingly mind perceives,
truth's the usurper; no one believes.
Reality waits till later years
to unmask manipulation's face,
programming in the guise of free will.
Exchanging fragile freedoms for fears
lies are spun into a veil of tears.
(Alemseged Style)
06/27/2022
Ukraine and Russia, what a dire predicament, an anticipated situation,
Muscles being flexed, by both sides, world jittery expecting confrontation,
A conspiracy theory, answer perhaps to depopulation?
So many hungry and dying in every nation,
With this thought in mind, full steam ahead, no dissuasion!
I am not a conspiracy theory fan, realize politics are for politicians
Humanity however, knows not the truth, dreading a Ukraine invasion,
West and Ukraine together, but Russia’s equation?
More than likely China, what a combination,
Millions will die, someone please use your powers of persuasion.
I choose the path where my ancestors trod
With firm integrity and a strong belief in God,
Leaving behind the qualms and hurtful doubts
The twisting paths of many often-taken routes,
Having developed a “full steam ahead” attitude
Embracing their faith with plenty of gratitude,
Steering a straight course through my life’s woe
And when I am gone I think the record will show
I did my very best to live this life to the fullest,
So, my final words could be, “I have been blest!”
Written January 13, 2022
Operation disaster plan
madman gone crazy
off the rocker
once apon a time
still going on today
burning coals
head full of orange steam
we don't know why
I guess
green light
green suit
engine full steam ahead
destroy
wisdom
wise
intelligent of the intelligent
frustrate
with bad no sense
expensive cheep
bribe
When that time comes and the reaper sows
the trap door’ hinges open up a hopeful gap
music from the underworld entices grace
with one ultimate decisive stride in lockstep
of Self vagaries union and agonizing pleas
A wise man carefully narrates his memories
an opus eulogy fat volume or a single word
carved out from promise of never-ending love
his memoir about to fade when ink has dried
a hero’s last whisper on parched paper byes
The scythe man took his time as if to tease
out a last drop of conscience from the soul
lying beyond mind reason feeling final call
a clean rapid death is all he dares to request
in quest for a few quiet moments in repose
What’s left behind is nothing like the journey
full steam ahead into an unknown new realm
a ply-board coffin and rose petals on the grave
unless he wished for ashes scattered into wind
once the kiss of life draws its ultimate breath
08th April 2021
I’m waiting to get the vaccine
But the info I’ve managed to glean
Tells me I am too young
To be counted among
Those who’ll pass the requirement screen.
Of course health care employees go first
With the rest of the shots then dispersed
To those residents of
Nursing homes, hand in glove
With wherever the germs are immersed.
Distribution’s a problem because
People fear that the shot has its flaws
So some outright refuse
Causing others to lose
Opportunities stopped by the laws.
In the meantime, the virus will spread
With more joining the list of the dead.
If we roll up our sleeves
There will be some reprieves
But we’re waiting for full steam ahead.
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