What young damsels strive to make us safe in our home?
It's Bondi and Gabard and Ms. Kristi Noem.
Barbie Bondi's sleek tresses; vanilla chrome
The fair AG's brilliance dims not in twilight's gloam.
Our femme fatale Merlin makes grave crimes disappear
So many rich predators have zero to fear.
Staunch Telsi Gabbard, raven hair silver streaked
Cloak and dagger quirky devilry so readily leaked.
Your boss barks jump, and you jump to conclusions
Giving credence to all his cruel twisted delusions.
To DHS ICE Queen, Ms. Kristi Noem I shower elation
For her fashionista elan and prevarication.
You stir up our basest instincts, Ms. Noem
So to you I grudgingly dedicate my poem.
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.
rock bottom a euphemism at best
sunken feeling of a leaden balloon
deflated burst into shrapnel of fears
they say it’s when you stop digging
the circumference of the black hole
larger than your inflated Ego mania
and then the trap door opened for more
the chisel engaged in vigorous overdrive
what a life to be had or thrown away
a rescue team waited concerned and patiently
maybe they knew better than the protagonist
of his own demise at the crossroad of pain
philosophy studies had not prepared him
nor had his grandma with her solid advice
lonely and dejected he continued to slip
out of reach even the abyss seemed distant
in dreams of death not entirely unpleasant
he understood that control was inaccessible
letting God became the only viable option
reluctantly he considered faith and acceptance
grudgingly at first let go of selfish command
Was my son vindictive? My wife just stared at the sight!
There on the floor was the old ugly vase
My aunt Melinda gave us on our wedding day.
And my wife know how much love my son had for it.
Even though he may have broken it, I cannot help but forgive
For he has a special place in my heart,
Still, I feel the pain he caused to my wife,
And all because we had such a small tiff.
Wish I could see him now; I'll give him a piece of my mind,
But then I'll say I love you, and hold him in my arms.
Grudgingly would he mend the ugly vase?
There, he's back; it did not take him long. Guess what he said?
"Darling, that pesky cat has broken our vase."
A smile shone on his impish face.
Promptly, he handed me a new vase
A copy of one of my aunt Melinda's saved the day.
NB Fiction
Love Yourself 2
Non-competitive Version.
Who Else Knows
Absolutely Everything?
(About You...?)
Down To The Tiniest
Infinitely Changing Quantum Detail?
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And Up To The Endless Cosmic Performance
Of Your Entire View?
Just Try It.
It All Loves You.
Even The Clouds.
Grudgingly or Begrudgingly... Lol.
Who Do I Know?
-Gray Squirrel
05-18-2025
Kansas dawn, a new life just begun,
A street lumper's world, where muscles strained and spun.
Associated Wholesale, my first hard-earned dime,
Hombre!s hand that led me conquering space and time.
"Stone-Cold," my handle, forged in sweat and steel,
A girl among the men, a challenge I could feel.
They eyed me sideways, resentment in their gaze,
Hoping to break me, in those early, trying days.
They pushed and shoved, tried every petty trick,
To chase me off, and make my resolve grow thick.
But stubborn fire burned within my soul,
I wouldn't yield, I'd take complete control.
Slowly, surely, as the weeks rolled by,
Respect began to glimmer in their eye.
They saw my grit, my willingness to strive,
And grudgingly, they let my spirit thrive.
The ice began to melt, the tension start to fade,
A bond of brotherhood, in that rough trade, we made.
From rivals fierce, to comrades standing tall,
A street lumper's tale, where friendship conquered all.
Colors fade
Petals curl slowly
Grudgingly
Succumbing
To Autumn’s
beauty
A FAIR PAIR
Willy the worm would want to wiggle
Just a joke joining in with joyful jiggle
Gaity I guess, giving guffaw or giggle
Delighted to dig and dive down deep
Why one would wish to walk or weep
Continually checking, caution to keep
As surface security seldom seems safe
Worried to wander as a whining waif
Choices change, yet chancing to chafe
Stop being silly, Sam Snail softly said
I’m slimy and I slither slowly instead
However heavy to hold I have a head
No shame sheltering in a shiny shell
I’ll try to tempt you with tales to tell
Quiet questioning quite easy to quell
My mistake made if I’m mild or meek
Supposing no special space to speak
Being breakfast in a blackbird’s beak
None need know any new unknowns
Both born blind, bare with no bones
Grudgingly, grinds grates and groans
Great, gradually going underground
So silent, simply still sensing no sound
Finer feelings of fairness finally found
Basically being what a bare belly begs
Dripping not drowning, draining dregs
Laughing’s allowed, even lacking legs
Written: December 15, 2023
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It is undeniable that anguish prevails
It hovers close to a lilting voice
There are no strains to rejoice
Once the beat soars, its genesis tweaks.
Giving alms is obvious
Beyond the ethics of the tithing ritual
Coins jingle, evoking a sound
A decrease in the supply of food.
Newborns lack hearing and verbal ability
The elderly sage dresses chaotically
Elfin babies desire soft touch and warmth
Akin to their late mother's calming palm.
Completely lacking in decency
Deep, the ears were concealed
Whilst untamed jaws sow turmoil
It sinks as a modest, rusted nail.
The crowd heartily jeered
Tears fell over their faces relentlessly
Failure was diligently earned
Mass disgust reached high levels.
The whips roared with mirth
Frames grudgingly bore this duty
Correct ideals will be reinstated
Inept debt must be repaid in full.
As summer grudgingly gives way,
Autumn comes close to the threshold.
Many changes come in array,
Though they can’t be kept long in hold.
Wind blows mild in whispering tone,
As summer grudgingly gives way.
Leaves change into dark red and brown.
In time they fall and in air sway.
Maple tree makes our mind so gay.
Its bright auburn shade, none can hide.
As summer grudgingly gives way,
All dressed up, Earth comes as a bride.
With autumn, trees wear a face new.
It's when wind blows in mighty sway.
Such changes are a joy to view,
As summer grudgingly gives way.
Crazy people never succeed.
Every time they fail-
They were simply being too ambitious.
Every time they avoid failure-
It is because someone grudgingly rescued them.
The outcome is always the same either way.
With them recovering from their wasted efforts.
So that explains this cycle I’m in.
It’s not about how much I hope and yearn.
Or make lists and plans.
Or even how hard I try.
No, it is simple.
I am trapped with the mistakes of a crazy person.
Crazy people never succeed.
And neither do I.
When driving, if your speed is slow,
It’s always recommended
That to the right’s where you should go,
As road rules have intended.
The left lane is for passing or
If maybe you are speeding
And middle lanes may help ensure
That traffic flow’s succeeding.
Among most drivers, there exists
A tacit understanding
That anyone who thus resists
Will face some reprimanding.
So driving slowly on the left
May earn some bright lights flashing
Or someone on your tail whose heft
May threaten rear-end bashing.
It isn’t nice, but most of us
Would actually expect it
And those affected rarely fuss
But grudgingly accept it.
Yet lately some aggressive fools
Are tailing right lane drivers
In violation of the rules,
Which may leave no survivors.
The attitude I see today,
Which seems to be contagious,
Is “Me, me, me – don’t block my way!”
On roads, it is outrageous!
Days are like soap bubbles
Nights, like the freight train
rumbling through a ghost town
Of late,
My heart beats grudgingly,
Daily chore, a Sisyphean task
Writing is an ordeal
the letters appear like ants
scrambling for bread crumbs,
A straight line ends up wavy
and out of place,
I walk with a pebble in my shoe,
And tagging along everywhere
is a nagging fear…
What if?
~11/28/22
~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere #53
The daily start through the curtain shines
Grudgingly opens his sleepy eyes
The morning competes with heavy sighs
As thoughts lock in to the daily grind.
Another day, another try
another battle in his punished mind
Proleptic sighs imagines better times
And a different life from a different design.
He confronts the clash and all it’s crimes
A conscious decision to fight the good fight
The day ticks over and as time flys
He learned to live between the lines.
As summer grudgingly gives way
And autumn has crossed the doorway
Many changes are on their way
Though they are not for long to stay
Mild wind blows in whispering hum
As summer grudgingly gives way
Leaves will change into red and brown
In time they will fall one by one
Maple's a grand sight to relish
That eyes can never relinquish!
As summer grudgingly gives way
In beautiful dress, Earth arrives
Autumn tightens its strangling grip
Blizzards blow in mightier sweep
The trees are stripped off all their leaves
As summer grudgingly gives way
August.16.2022
~ Placed Sixth~
Hint of Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
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