It's a special, holy time as I watch the sky.
Gradually the black fades into smokey salmon and birds fly!
I look forward to Today.
The breezes through windows play,
Chasing around the house
Like cat and mouse!
Also, like our family did, sliding
Hilariously, shouting and hiding.
Matters not the early time.
To watch anytime is fine.
As we are a global family,
My prayers are needed readily
Maybe 24x7 hours of light?
It's Jesus who gives us sight;
He's my Dawn
And protects us like a doe over her fawn.
So, when so slowly breaks the light,
I'm excited to get God's might.
Speedster ranks fully stocked
The Barmy Army's flocked
Baz Ball glock fully cocked
BUT
Hilariously knocked vicariously docked
Variously rocked nefariously socked
Tell still reeling from feeling shell shocked
SO
Even with the WACA's gates locked
Snazzy Baz jazz's been blocked
Ben's men buzz has been mocked
WHY
Travis seriously deliriously peacocked!
words jump out of my mind in spits and spurts
Flinging themselves onto a page in scribbles and squirts
their determination is admirable, their resilience insane
these words are often clever, other times barely inane
I blame Trixie my muse, she stands firmly on my heart.
Sometimes she is hilariously funny, other times a sarcastic tart.
I never know what these words will do. They have minds of their own.
I am always amazed when they make any kind of poem.
Hilariously alike indeed
My special child's wheelchair and my patience when they are freed
Toward great fun to meet triumphantly necessary need
Like driving against gloomy mood for exuberant deed...
When soaring for delightful pursuits no to miss
My son's wheelchair maneuvers with bliss
Such is my patience from heart's grateful abyss
Praising the Lord for the help of every Brod and Sis...
When the wheelchair can't function and to rest it must bow
My special child keeps asking questions midst why and how---
That's my patience* in waiting for fulfilment of a vow
I pray, "Lord, please give me faith's answer, and I want it now!"
*Psalms 37:7-9 Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way.
July 24, 2025
2nd place, "12 lines or less Ridiculous Comparisons" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 8/16/2025
Fantasies Of The Future
Are Often Hilariously
Uncanny In Terms Of
Technology…
But Don’t Get
People Right.
REAL
People Are Always:
Jaded And Boring
And Full Of
“So What?”
Georgie Porgie
“VERY Well,
Thank You!”
Caught A Gist
Of The Tendencies…
But All The Numbers
WRONG.
IT's An Easy Riddle.
I’d Ask You Not
To Report Me…
But You Certainly
Will.
You're Not That Stupid,
DARLING.
-Gray Squirrel
07-15-2025
There's nothing funnier than a cross-eyed chicken
With legs the size of your arm
The Chicken Emporiums would sure love to know
The name of this progressive farm
Aside from the unnerving cross-eyed feature
The implications are really immense
Imagine a leg on your plate so humongous
You wouldn't know where to commence
The cross-eyed feature might cause some concern
If the patrons viewed this poor old bird
Before it was rendered suitable for consumption
It sure looked hilariously absurd
The cross eyes were caused by trying to eject
A super sized extra large egg
Probably gave the poor brave chicken a hernia
Before passing it, for mercy it begged
Such is the way of us civilized humans
Thinking of our bellies all day
Paying no attention to these cross-eyed chickens
As they dance to the hen house ballet
hhmmmmm
Apes bounce crazily,
Daring elephants frolic,
Giraffes hilariously interact,
Juggling kangaroos leap,
Monkeys noisily orchestrate,
Penguins quietly race,
Snakes twirl under vines,
Wolves xerox yaks,
Zebras zigzag.
After working diligently around
the clock, producing toys, and other gifts;
fun was the only thought on their bushed minds.
Shall dare taunt, tiptoe towards frozen pond.
Bound, they ran, fun was all they could think of.
Head narcissist reindeer strife to be first
hilariously, slipped and slide breaking
the ice, into icy cold frozen pond.
World's largest overnight delivery
service, Santa counts on Dancer this time.
Cute, cuddly, whiny tot, shivering, with
broken leg; Roudolph milk's the attention.
Tempting...
If she leaned forward
just a little more
over her centre
of gravity
seriously...
She might fall
over the edge
of unreasonable doubt...
And recall laughing
hilariously...
At herself.
Aqua Marine. Just Musing.
Posted/Written: Saturday, 16th November, 2024.
Silly it is, to take life seriously -
Better for us to take it hilariously;
Silly it is, to carry the weight of unwanted pressure,
When life itself, is meant to be lived with pleasure.
Silly it is, to let words of others, affect you -
Better for us to just let them flow through;
Silly it is, to want to be thought of, as perfect,
When our beauty lies in being perfectly imperfect.
Silly it is, to get over-worked and stressed -
Better for us to take it slow, with a rest;
Silly it is, to expect recognition and respect,
When our own needs, we often neglect.
Do you remember when the walls
Shifted their zig zaggy colors.
Do you remember when our wails
Of laughter went on for hours.
Do you remember when we discovered
How similar we were to each other.
Do you remember after we recovered,
We learned what we suffered only made us better.
Do you remember the rainbow after the storm,
When I was so afraid I hilariously hid away.
Do you remember how your house was so warm,
When we sat in your cozy hideaway.
Do you remember me at times,
Especially in moments of glee.
Do you remember our times,
And if not, promise you'll remember me.
Today a baby winked at me
another hilariously giggled
Worth at least 10,000 texts
or - yesterday - a thousand squiggles
Bears
A baby cute dear effectively fabulous gorgeous hilariously
Idiot
Jello kajoling
Lemon maniquin naughty
Opposed passionately quickly racist sects
Time use vision wastes xerox your zephyrs
Bears
A baby cute dear effectively fabulous gorgeous hilariously
Idiot
Jello kajoling
Lemon maniquin naughty
Opposed passionately quickly racist sects
Time use vision wastes xerox your zephyrs
C and I were as confused as could be.
Our friend V is hilariously laughing with glee.
His Halloween sense is totally off-key.
Misinformation learned at his weird grandma’s knee.
We spoke of spooks and ghosts. V could not agree.
C was not annoyed, but V’s attitude totally annoyed me.
I sent him on a goose chase to find a pumpkin witch tree.
“Don’t forget to enjoy Dracula’s blood tea and race the Grand Prix.”
V stopped at the haunted house and picked up his sister Dee.
She was much more Halloween savvy than he could ever be.
She said “Your pals are messing with you; it is the October glee.
Just because your Halloween sense is tiny, way off and very wee.”
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