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The Return of Little Mermaid
Tiptoeing in the darkness of this royal room
Of this ignorant prince soon to be groom
For breaking my heart, I'll bring you your doom!
Not knowing that I am your true rescuer
Blended with the foolishness of your princess seducer
Equals the union of these two stupid beings forever
Such abomination I'll not allow to transpire
Now is the time for you to expire
Hah! Breathe your last! Taste death so dire!
Thank you, oh dagger, for making the prince rest
You have also unloaded my heart's heavy jest
Soon I'll be back to my primeval nest
Flow royal blood into this vial
You will soon bring my life back to normal
Under the see where it is regal
Farewell cruel world on this land above
Pour prince's blood onto these silly feet I have
Behold the Return of Little Mermaid to her homeland of love!
-02/17/2015
(Dumarao)
*Opposite Endings Collection
#1) Wise is just wisdom,
Being “smart,” can drive one Madd...
It is a process.
#2) Haikus are intense!
They can be so exciting,
I used to write them...
#3) I go by “G3...”
As a “Native...” citizen...
Call me, “One shoe...”
#4) My father-in-law...
He has a name, “One More Song...”
I care about him.
The BOSS???
#5) Is this “restricted?!?”
Nothing is choreographed...
Am I an actor? Ei. Will this be listed?
Little Diddy Truly NOT a Haiku but duly meant for me and you to groove...
Jah “Oh da la dee da...”
Boo yah!!! Hoo, hah, hey, yaw!
Do NOT forget your Yamaha...
A few keys for me please...
It is almost time for Hannukah,
Yet the twelve days of Christmas did NOT miss us,
I do NOT want to miss any of this my close
Autumn leaves, sad songs
colored trees in throngs
hah, a rueful laugh
always – this heart longs
soup is what happens
when separate things consent
to becoming shared
not losing what they once were
only wanting to join in
In a bowl of soup
hard broken bones grow tender
old sinews uncurl—
nothing refuses the slow
coercion of a simmer
chopped ingredients
dropped into the iron pot
speak the same language—
a quiet conglomerate
poetry, more than its parts
held between two palms,
a cup of soup warms the soul
its steam curls unfolds—
inspiring insightful sips
in simple possible ways
around one wide pot
neighbors gather with stories
shared among good friends—
gathering glints and jangles
from the hoo-hah, bubbling, stew
Seventy seven rotations round the sun
seventy seven rotations round the sun
Early days were filled with anguish
but now each day is always filled with fun
Seventy seven rotations round the sun
seventy seven rotation round the sun
life is full of learning oh what a blast
fulfil each day with joy, focus on the present
Just accept what has occurred
we cannot change the past
Seventy seven rotations round the sun yee hah
seventy seven rotations round the sun woo hoo
and there's so many many more
of rotations to add to the existing score
Seventy seven rotations round the sun I'm on a high
seventy seven rotations round the sun
The infinite potential as far as the endless blue sky
A heart, painful, and beating, beating
Poor, poor. Hope, just, just hope. A love
Hmm. Life is dark. Sometimes it is light. Shine
Hah. Flow. Flow. River. Deep stream. This life
Swamp. No wake up. Deep. Without love. My life
I don’t know what is coming up. I don’t, I don’t know
I can’t live. I can’t live like this. Oh, pain of life!
Hmm, what brings the next, the next day, the next love?
I want, I want to lose. Lose my life, I want to die
I will, I will to die. For the real, and great new love!
For a love
For the only!
For the real
For the eternal!!
For the infinite
Only love!!
I am a cemetery
Hmm. Passed lives. Memories
I can’t remember the past. Faces
Hmm. How many from the past?
Workplaces, pubs. Passed lives
Age. Time. Years. Where are?
Hah. Goodbye my lives. Loves
You are in deep, in my soul
In a graveyard. Open church
A way. To heart. A garden. Life
You are dead. Lives in my life
So many lives are a vortex in mine
I don’t forget you, oh, old lives
Brothers, sisters, loved souls
Hmm, nice memories, moods
Living faces, smiles, memoirs
All of them are a world. Personal
Happy souls, happy friends
I stay. Still. Hmm. Wait, wait, me
Love you
My loves
The souls
In all that you do,
be it lie or truth,
do not mind to boo,
what despise your youth!
Do mind your liver,
as well as kidney,
if each does shiver,
while in cool Sydney.
Do not dump dirt there,
either to heat it,
or to shield, beware...
of stains so unfit!
Both are the cleanup,
that sieve not smoke,
but watery syrup,
that does rarely choke.
Meanwhile, enjoy folds
of gleaming desires,
which rough pleasure moulds...
by time, lust acquires.
What gladdened heart wants,
burning mindful wish,
to swim through their fonts...
and baptize your fish.
Long waited to tell,
how it feels been hot,
yet at ease in hell...
how good shooting shot!
Huh! hush! hah! hash! hmmm!
space silent prattles,
of skillful styles known.
what broad bed battles!
Also be aware,
that fun is peace theft,
claiming to be fair,
cum gains so bereft-
Of weird caregiving,
to heal broken heart,
yet unforgiving-
gains aimed as an art.
African treatments,
well cultured package,
of basic ailments,
with tested garbage.
High your sanity,
and low your ego.
all been vanity-
death's best amigo!
Tick tok
What do you want to do?
Do you want to have roommates
And have a full house
Or do you want to live by yourself?
I want to live by myself
Why? Because I like it
I can do whatever I want
Go whenever I want
And don’t have to answer to nobody
And don’t have to account for what I did or didn’t do
Does it feel like marriage?
You fool that is marriage
I am talking about roommates
Roommates marriage same thing
Not the same
Ahh that
Just the same
Too much headaches-problems
I’d rather be on my own
Lonely
Yet happy
Hah who is asking me?
God?
Not Him
He wouldn’t be asking me
He knows what I want
And what I don’t want
So who is asking you?
Me!!! Haha
Life between the highs and lows
Is stable, or one would suppose,
Yet that might not be true at all –
When high, you’re waiting for the fall.
And naturally, when you are low,
There is no way for you to know
How long until your saddened state
Will vanish, so again you wait.
So life becomes a waiting game.
If being stable is your aim,
When on a high, I’d answer hah!
When low, more likely, I’d say bah!
My inner voice, is a two-faced bard,
That takes all credit when a win is starred.
But slinks away and hides when the outcome,
Doesn't match what it said, what's to become.
Can I read its doubt in the quiver of its sage?
Or in the mumbled, jumble of its feeble grab to engage?
It can be so assertive when it has brace of winners in the bag.
Who am I, to shun the chance to cheer a winner's brag?
Your inner voice learned to mimic all your plays,
It's like just a ventriloquist in so many ways,
With you pulling the strings for its 'Simon Says' and 'Nays'.
'Tis the script behind the curtain that the prompt obeys.
Simon Says: "Jump",
Simon Says: "Sit",
"Stand" - Ah Hah!
Gotya! There!
Accidental Joke
There's Not
Much More
I Can Say About
That.
I Mean:
NOTHING Is ALWAYS
Going To Be Funny:
You KNOW.
Hah-Hah-Hah...
It Was An Accident!
Relax:
I Think I Mean:
Me.
-Gray Squirrel
05-15-2025
That
It Can Be
A Shock
To The System
To Suddenly
Realize
You've Been
Fine All Along.
(But, Insane.)
Hah-HAHHH!
-Gray Squirrel
11-15-2024
Galactic desire
Desire, what is that? Only a feeling, emotion, something like that, much more than
Much more than, if you feel that, a subjective life is sometimes better than the material.
Yeah, this is subjective realism, subjective objectivism, and oriented positivism.
From the individual. It’s me. Always create and project the dreamed life, great desire
Live always on the the Earth? Sorry, my planet, and thank you for my life, but the desire,
the desire to know more about our universe pushing me into space, into Space’s life
Desire to pull me into the greatest mind from the space of God, and live in his mind
‘Hah, this is the secret of the future!’ Said Satan. ‘Just learn to live in your universe, and desire
that is your forever life, and you never die. Get your loving desire, feel the galactic desire!’
Said it Satan.
Desire desire, desire!
Desire is my love’s desire!
Love is my desire’s love!
Love or desire?
Is the love desire?
My desire is the love
I love desire.
The farmer looked on sown fields with dismay,
Be-spotted with tiny holes in despoiled array.
Each spot where mice had dug up and eaten.
Wheat seeds sown with mice-controls well beaten.
The farmer had tried to poison the mice.
Tried birds of prey once or twice.
Tried cats and smelly scent deterrents,
All to no avail to beat the endless recurrence.
One night the farmer awoke from fitful sleep.
Ah Hah! I have an idea cheap, neat and deep.
What if I make the entire field smell of wheat,
By spraying the field all over with wheat-oil neat?
Sure enough, the over spray with oil worked a treat.
The mice dug a myriad of holes with tiny feet,
Where their smell, said wheat should be,
Only to find all their holes empty, no seed to see.
Frustrated, exhausted they paused their paws.
Cursed their noses, tricked by the scent-only cause.
A wheat field, over-sown with superfluousness,
Made their search, dig to eat meaningless.
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