But I Can Be A Guest;
Maybe Rarely
Maybe Not,
I Guess.
I Can/
Can't...
I Mean, I Can't Meet
The Standards;
Maybe The One's
You Don’t Demand...
But I Set Them
Somehow, To Be
Beat... And I
Can't Meet Them!
By Design, Maybe...
And "Who Cares?"
May Be The Correct
Answer! By Default.
Who's Who?
But I Can't
Join The Group,
So I Won't/Don’t/Can't What Else?
It's Not Rejection...
Just "Unqualified,"
By Very Nature.
-Gray Squirrel
06-16-2026
Hop aboard the Magic School Bus,
There's no time to make a fuss!
Shrinking down to tiny size,
Right before our very own eyes.
Zooming through a drop of rain,
Riding on a hurricane!
Sailing through the ocean deep,
Where the giant squarks play hide-
seek.
Off to space to touch the moon,
We will all be back by noon!
Learning science, having fun,
Buckle up for everyone.
On a troubled earth, I looked to the sky,
seeing just a somber, desolate night.
A sign of hope I had despaired to spy,
and, dimly twinkling there, a fire of light
traveled light-years to meet my worried eye.
But, it was diminished and not too bright.
I thought, "What work can be done from afar?
Join the fight. Be the sun and not a star."
I wanna go on a road trip someday
or on a voyage to wander & explore
ALONE or with Someone I Love;
I wanna get away,
Explore Places,
Sleep in the Car.
Stop a Lot Just to admire the view
VISIT MUSEUMS and Try out Coffee Shops
Listening to our favorite Songs while driving,
Have a polaroid camera (Its a must).
Taking pictures of almost everything,
Exept my own Self,
Wanna Run through a forest,
And Chase fog,
And then the Sun,
Staring at galaxy, under the majesticity of the Moon
Spend hours on a field,
Feel the Wind In my hair,
And let go all the fears,
Meet people,
Take time to observe
I wanna make memories
I wanda feel alive.
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I want to get lost in places I've never seen
To find small towns where the roads done seem to end
Or where the roads ended long before.
WELL stop at diners that feel like they are waiting for us
Or maybe we'll talk about nothing
And when the roads fades into review mirror , maybe I'll be different, maybe we'll be different....but untill then...it'll dream or that voyage, of that journey, of that road, of that company.
I cherish sitting here peacefully
Imbibing the soothing rhythm of water cascading
The calm energy is rejuvenating
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Join me in my poem - won't you?
I'll give you pretty words to spare.
It will be such fun, just us two.
You will have flowers in your hair.
I'll meet you there tomorrow.
I will put flowers in your hair.
There will be no pain or sorrow.
You will find no sadness there.
Two groups
quite diverse cannot seem
to come together. They keep fighting
over so many things. It's so disappointing.
They cannot comprehend each man is his brother.
If only they could forget and simply let things be,
for forgiveness is the key, which can set all people free.
They need to be kind to all. That is how to break a wall,
for the wall is like a dam. It holds the two groups back.
Joy could ring throughout the land if only the two groups
could but love and understand and then walk hand in hand, for
once we let love release,like two rivers, we'd join together in peace.
Sweet
Primrose
Modestly
Presents herself
At a midwinter
Cotillion, opening
Herself to the enchantment
Of warm Spring's coming arrival.
She calls sisters: Daffodil, Tulip
And shy Buttercup, to come join the dance.
I became quite
When I feel
they no longer want
my presence and good vibes
I became quite
when I feel
my voice and expressions
can't pass through their deaf ears and blind eyes
I became quite
when I coincide with reality
that loved ones always stand by your side
no matter how hard his life
I became quite
when I learn truth
he is happy with others
when I completely cut ties
Everybody helped build the communal treehouse
Badger, fox, bunny, chipmunk, squirrel, owl and mouse.
In the end we served molasses, honey and jam on bread.
Can I join you up there? Asked a hen named Little Red.
We knew she was picked on by her lazy roommates.
So we said “why not” and she brought along some crates.
We now had pecans, dumplings, tootsie rolls and fresh sirloin.
We were certainly glad now that we had allowed her to join.
Every year Mert and Sam got ready
To join the circus, isn’t that right Freddy?
It’s what they tell me, he answered me.
This year they almost got snapped up at ninety-three.
Mary had received a letter.
She read it aloud to her friend Netta.
It was to invite her to go with Ben,
As done last year to the town fair again.
Netta said “aren’t you going with Joe?”
Mary replied ”He did ask me to go.
Why don’t the four of us go together?”
Oh I so hope its lovely weather.
“Which boy would you be with?” Netta enquires.
Mary laughed “Whatever transpires”
She smiled.”Ben and I did have fun last year
He paid for everything such a dear,
We had hot dogs and went on every ride,
It would be really hard for me to decide.
I like Joe, he’s easy to get to know.
So is it agreed, four of us will go?
Fine, lets answer Ben’s letter straight away.
Now what shall we say?
Thank you Ben, how sweet of you.
Netta is coming too”
is this life all an illusion,
a lie perpetuaated by ruling heirarchies ,
to us that live below.
to keep control they gave us the lie
of religion
of work
ruled by bosses to divert the truth from all.
encouraged to have families ,
creating workers to feed the hive ,
protecting the kings and queens alive.
centuries past the lies grew and spread,
making us wish we were dead,
then consciousness grew and light grew,
awakening us to ills ,deceits, and hate,
we are only a few with eyes to see
and ears to hear .
using discernment and intuition
gives the ability to see through lies.
let us combine and grow together,
cleansing this world once and forever.
Andrew.P McIntyre. 08/09/2023. (c)
my wolf self is amused by your efforts
to dissuade my loyal friends
they know my heart,
seeing I work for the common good
you are welcome to join us
She dances with zeal and fervor, her spirit set free,
Her soul unleashed by the beat's harmony.
Her feet tap so lightly, like raindrops on a pond,
Attuned to the melody, and the beats pulsing wand.
She dances with the wind flowing in her hair,
Lights twinkling in her eyes, with a spirit so rare.
Her body sways and writhes, like a boat in rough seas,
Mesmerizing all who see her with her grace and ease.
She spins and twirls, like a bird in flight,
Her movements blaring, bold, brazen, like lightning at night.
Oh she dances with such beauty, she dances with grace,
Bringing the house down, with applause with her pace.
So let us join her in this rhythmic embrace,
Let's all dance together, with elegance and grace.
For the joy of the dance, will set our souls free,
To revel and enjoy a carefree fling, whooping with glee.
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