Least(A) Poems | Examples

I’m not saying we should overthrow the goverment

but there is more of us.

Pull out ever Tick

Four letters
..nickname of royal prince

….P…..E…..then something ….O
Doh the clue

America seriously I wish we could help
but we have our own Loonies to deal with

What rhymes with finesse
Every lioness

I think I would have been a great God
……well above average

I mean you say you can’t see him
2000 odd years ago all he could burn was a bush
Look at him know

And his son hasn’t left the house since
well we did put nails in him

Does a Jesus wig get made with criss cross hairs

We should start a trend
Guessing which sexual law
By which actor
While the director took a back handed

I would give dogs 10 lives
Ha cats you only have 9

One more word dog and it’s going to single
Dig gits they make me s………..
for at least a mile

What if there is nothing left to fix

My stare can look like a glare
But trust me I might be a wear/where/wer
wolf over there
Watch I ensnare
Arming every bear
Watch the flare
Bboy in the air
Only lacking
the ability
to
care.

The Morning Paper

When I’m away, I hang a bag
Or two from my front door.
The guy who brings the morning paper
Knows just what it’s for.

He neatly folds The New York Times
And places it inside,
Where it will stay and wait until
My home’s reoccupied.

Today, nine papers filled the bag
And that’s exactly right.
Tomorrow I’ll start reading them,
In order, and I might

Get through at least a couple
(And the crossword puzzles, too)
For, although I know the basic news,
With much, I’m overdue.

I love to read the paper
And in print’s the only way,
So I’m grateful that where I reside,
I’ll never miss a day.

Rethinking an old Slogan

An apple a day keeps the doctor away
is an old slogan still believed to this day.
But surely a blunder, at the least a mistake
given a bite of apple the first woman ate
and plunged a promised paradise to doom
turning a garden into an emergency room.

Meat tassels

You cannot force somebody to love you
but by God haven't we tried to...
at least a half dozen times in our lives.
Likewise, nobody can force you to love them
but by God haven't they all tried
at least once in their lonely eyed lives.
We've all been on both sides of 
the uneven love equation.

Forcing somebody to love you 
is like nicely asking a plutonium tyrant 
to sign a peace treaty...
or convincing a shark to become vegetarian
while tassels of meat are swinging from its teeth.

Rest assured, you don't have to chase love...
just follow that light that's always been in sight
Love will shine through the blackness
like the warm rays of a sun shower 
piercing the heart of a long-cold drought.

Bread

Flour, water, salt, and yeast
these basic ingredients at least
were for generations the staple
of bread eaten at the table.
To these basic natural four
have been added many more
“ingredients” whose description
might pass for a prescription!
Pharmaceuticals will justify
chemicals to keep the food supply
longer on the shelves, while you and I
suffer bodily effects by and by!
And have you ever tried reading
a bread’s label and had the feeling
you should have been a chemist 
with a PhD. or at least a scientist?
Todays pharmaceuticals, I dread,
are now the bakeries of our bread!
And God forbid, we dare to bake
our own; in their eyes a big mistake!
They’d rather that we eat instead
the additives they put in bread.
So, if what you like are chemicals, 
buy your bread at pharmaceuticals.

Working

I could be an astronaut. 
Or a doctor. 
Or a box of strawberries at the store. 
Molding away. 

If there was such a thing as respect…
It would probably take a high paying job to earn it. 
It’s a little too “out there” for me. 
Hope, journeys, and respect. 

Hope, journeys, and maybe respect. 
If I were a carpenter. 
Or at least a carpenter’s apprentice.
I would never cry again. 

I could be very sad. 
Or extremely sad.
I didn’t finish school. 
But I’m too ordinary to be sad. 

I could be a box of strawberries. 
Molding and crying. 
Maybe I am. 
Even worse than that. 

I could be, I could be…
On a hopeful journey. 
To be respectable. 
If I had a name tag, everyone would know me. 

I had a job once. 
It was some regular type of job. 
They kicked me out two months ago. 
They didn’t throw me in the trash. 

I wish they threw me in the fly-infested trash can. 
But they just threw me…
Away.
And I still didn’t go back to school.

The 5am Call of Nature

The birth of each new morning
like magic before my eyes
unveiling for a first time
over and over again
a sun unhurriedly rising,
patient in the flow
of everlasting time.

In that one early morning hour
when nature yawns and stretches
coming to life ever so slowly,
we get swept up in the twilight zone
when time seems to stand still
and for at least a moment
we're standing at the edge of timelessness 
where everything seems possible.



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Infinite Charm

Infinite Charm

At Least A

  Lot Of
 "Trouble"

Makes You

 "Think"

Now...
Back To The 
Circus,

BOZO 

Wanna B.

-Gray Squirrel

05-21-2025

Picasso's Dove

Let’s imitate we share it
The plan to make ends meet
Negotiating fairly
Things we don’t really need
But let’s get rid of “we”
For someone’s lofty goals
Aren’t relevant to me
And different from yours
Let’s set the sail to find
At least a metaphor
That hails a peace of mind
As it was long before
In period of time
When that Picasso’s dove
Saved lives of you and I
When peace was rhyme for love.

Peters Envy and Rage

Peters rage never wavering even within the night sweats as cancer ripped through his tiny frail body he still imagines what his brother has if he could just grab his brothers lovers to covenant then perhaps he’d gain just a little more life he craved the smile his brother wore he craved the notion of just taking his brothers life shattering his brothers heart into would grant him at least a pretend love Peter has his own family but craved his brothers life until Peters rage grew heavy and constant the pain became unbearable unimaginable but Peter still craved his brothers life destroying his happiness proclaimed he could just become his brother that he could laugh heartily his heart grew cold and hardened until no love could ever enter again he died of a broken heart severe pain remembered only by the deeds of his brother not his own as he became his older brother in death

A Simple Solution

(“Loyalty Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)

A Simple Solution

The world is full of woe 
Always has, and always will  
So it’s incumbent on us
To find a way through.

A simple solution is to find a dog 
Dogs generally give far more than they take
And as such are a source of solace
As well as a good example to follow.

Specifically find a pug
They were made for laps and pleasant walks
For endless hours of gentle napping
And years of bottomless giving.

The world is full of woe
It always has, and always will 
But that doesn’t mean we can’t find a moat
To keep the woe at bay.

And that moat requires a team
Designed to not only survive, but thrive 
Family and friends,
And at least a loyal canine or two.

(4/4/25)

Happy Birthday women day and Mr Loner

2025.3.08 
Happy birthday to you all.
To everyone who was born on this day.
To International women day.
It is a wonderful day to celebrate.
Privately or publicly.
You shall have at least a present if not two.
No matter where you are at this moment,
You deserve to enjoy the celebration.
As you are one year older 
You should be a bit wiser.
Did you know that,
Wisdom grows every 7 years.
I wish you could see your love one,
To wish you Happy birthday in person.
And giving you some birthday presents.
Best wishes. Happy everyday and always.

Self Expression

I wish I could untie my tongue --
find courage, strength to shine
light upon those least illumined
recesses still hidden from public
view, shielded and scabbed over
like festering raw wounds...must I
accept that there will never be a time
when, freely, I can express my "me"--
that one among those other "me"s
I've not displayed?  Depending upon
circumstances-- places and the hour --
perhaps I may set out at least a tiny
kernel of myself -- but I will never
ever tell,  and can never be expected 
to expose to this world's cold
unwelcoming climate my failing,
fragile, damaged -- pitiful -- but 
still barely beating bloody heart.
.

Oedipus at Work

I'm reliving a page long unturned in my mind.
I'm jerking off in my teenage bedroom.

I had seen my mother naked
in the shower…

just a mistake, a matter
of an unlocked fate - nothing really,
yet that image lingers on
as a gatecrashing life-video.

I have prayed to that blank-faced reaper,
(he with his darkly tinted tabula raza),
for a clean reset,
or at least a selective amnesia,
yet a visual memory will dissolve
only to reform again before my inner eye.

Ever since,
young Oedipus has begun to dig,
determined unto death to bury a vision.

Sixty years later
he is still hard at work.

In Praise of Dharmadhatu

All roads lead to the same place
What’s different is the path they take

But no matter where you go
There is always at least a hint of perfection

A perfection that is great
Because it is always and already perfect

Even in the depths of Hell
The light of awareness casts its shadows

While at the peak of Heaven
That light is all there is

Between these two the scenes of Samsara 
Churn in cycles of day and night

And yet always there is the light of awareness
Perfect, pristine, spontaneous and uncontrived

Whether we know it or not in our ignorance 
Whether we see it or not in our blindness

A sphere of light that knows no dark
That we perceive in every thing we see.

(1/5/25)

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