Very Little Experience
Hey!
I See A Bee!
A Bee Named Dee-Dee.
How Do I Know
That's It’s Name?
Because A Name
Is A Short-Cut
To Identify A
Specific Entity
Randomly Or
Collectively
Established
By Absolute
Choice.
A Bee? See Dee-Dee.
I Did See It Later,
On Cooling T's
I Was Hanging Out
To Dry, Because
It’s Fun, Today
Anyway.
I’m Sure It Was It.
Because It Needed
To Ruin My Whole
Idea About How
We Often Casually
Personally Name
Something We'll
Never Ever See Again.
So Much For A Name
Being A Useful General
Identifier, If It’s Never
Seen Again.
And I Love Dee-Dee
Because I’m So
Easily Amused.
Glad To See You, Again,
Hon!
I Don’t Know Why I
Wanted To Write This,
I Usually Think I Know.
Something Very Serious
Is Begging For Your Attention
BEGGING! BEGGGGGING!
Very Important To Responsibly
React To Important News
That Effects Whatever
You Are Serious About…
It’s Got Your Attention Now.
Figure It Out.
-Gray Squirrel
09-18-2025
You're Playin'
Bad-Meantin'
With Your TOYS
Again, Hon'!??
-Gray Squirrel
09-08-2025
hot lot
nice ice
great neat
old bold
hon won
won bon
(sound like Korean or Japanese poem)
dear wear
rare pair
deep peep
fair air
.
shhh
i'm hear luvah
sneek unduh here
girlie
give edvard your
hand
let's slip this
on
your finger hon
happy tenth eve
,)
*fer thuh feminine
150 point D
she'z still smiling
First came one little grandchild held so tight.
Then came the second, our grip was mild
Finally, our third, and all was wild.
Hon and I hold back, until we are asked
Our grandkids experiencing freedom at last.
.
you could
if
you would
and
you should
hearts were pound'n
faces were uh crimson
bright
okay hon
let's try
your belt next
week
Go away! Go away! I'm never letting you in!
You're nothing but a walking, slimy, horny ball of sin
You let drugs use you up 'til you're bouncing off the walls
You're 21 years old! I'm 39 years old! You're killing me, Smalls!
Go fvck with people of your own minuscule age
You still have to play with baby witches - I'm a fvcking Mage
You're barely older than my own son
I'm way too far out of your league, hon
Didn't you get it the first 50x when I didn't answer for you?
You're creeping on me - being a proper stalker, dude
Seriously though, I haven't notified law enforcement yet
How about my entire existence you just magically forget?
I even paid you $25 to fvck off, once!
Go sit in that corner, child, wear that hat - DUNCE!!
I have no bloody use to ever see your pathetic face again
No, "AKA. Turbo," I don't want to be your friend
You're the kind of little boy who screws his friends' moms
Gross - "AKA. Turbo," everything about your existence is wrong
No wonder why you're homeless without a home
'Cause you won't respectfully leave people the fvck alone!
I envision triumph, a future aglow
A difference maker in academia's hallowed halls I'll grow
My primary years, a labyrinth of sound
English spoken, a nightmare that wrapped me around
My father's decree, a mandate to conform
English only, a language to adorn
But I was disadvantaged, a sibling apart
Their English-speaking school, a world that left me to depart
Then came Victory Academy, Isua Akoko's shining light
Where literacy and spoken English ignited my sight
I rose through the ranks, Language Prefect, a title I bore
Under Hon. Alabi and Mr. Oladokun's guidance, I explored
Today, I stand tall, a specialist in Education's noble quest
Literature in English and the language itself, I've mastered and possessed
My journey, a testament to perseverance and might
A triumphant tale of overcoming, shining with delight.
Pumpkins, pumpkins every
place. Pumpkins on my lunch
plate. pumpkins under moon
Placid, silver, shining
'Pon that pumpkin patch orange.
Pumpkins gathered, cooked done
Perennially served, hon
.
...lump in mine
throat
well mine pretty
when I hear your
sweet wake
mine torso's thump
causes that lump
Sweetheart
when your eyne
their shrouds
their taxing thick
try to
peek at your new morning
the ducks uv mine
looks
fight their leak
hon
i can't spell'lit
but
i love
each your
wakes
Sun up you're up time's up get up
light on paste on brush up brush down brush all around
chin up shave up wash up wipe up you're out
kids up mom's not
suit up tie on press down the thumb go-round
then down back up flip down to pull knot-up
turn-round looks-round grin up aplomb all done
drive on downtown park up lockdown press up
look-round liked sound work bound all-round
onto a room, found pot a brewed on two
drop up on top the cup a brewed
a tongue go-round fresh ground abound go all
around or down more down but not the ground
looks-round clock found heads down aground
looks-round, and found, holds-up brewed cup
time's up fun's done work bound must run
had fun all done kids off yes Hon what's up
we've a meeting at ten--not again, I said, no Xbox--thought 'twas for me ... oh is it any wonder?
.
that innocent
yesss
that smile
and
yesss
i see it
that look
into mine pupils
those mesmerizing robin's
dawn declarations
singing
'hind mine see
Wait
Let me breath
that wink
just front yourn
think
may's drizzle
that sweet touch uv
spring'z wind
whisp'n your halo
into the sun's glister
crystalline
you've just gray'd
uh hon
l'il
uh l'il
luv
')
.
Poof Poof Poof
fluff
fluff fluff
"puff"
fluff "puff"
fluff fluff fluff
squish
"damn hon
got any more pillows
i need tuh know about"
"stop
g'me that"
Sorry —
I don’t
Want to live…
Love you —
Sadness
I recall
My bad —
I won’t
Forget yet
I’m sad
I don’t
Know why though
Free me —
I can’t
Forgive you
Undo
Guilt pain,
The past rue
Renew
Pleasure
Inner pride
Tell me
This year’s
Gonna be great
Cuz, hon,
I feel
Terribly high…
Yet, low
I deal
With racing thots
I won’t
Give up
Neither will you…
Honey tells me: Where do great stanzas come from
just out of your head when you're in-bed hon
so, they will say your mind went to our library
in books of yesterday you remember legendary words
you serf paragraphs lookin' to catch a rhyming phrase
of yesterday to bring it on your next line today or ways
cleaver enough to fit that new poem piece by piece
till it is just right to your style a real breeze...
simple rhymes to choose from a vast reservoir
only in your head all while in bed, furthermore
your poem pieces fit just fine your style for sure...
indeed, one cool kick ass metaphor
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