Tolerance--
With All The Hippies
And Hill-Billies On
The Blooming Fringes
Of All Our Thoughts...
Soft And Warm,
Contrary To Hope...
Here And There...
Tolerance To
Cope...
Clear Your Intolerance
To Yourselves,
Like A Log Jam
In The Flowing
Heart.
Your Own Thoughts.
Your Own Logs.
Well, To At Least
Tolerate My Own,
You Know...
***Unconditional***
-Gray Squirrel
06-30-2026
I feel there's something heavy
Pressing on my bones
Medusa's gaze has got me
Turning into stone..
My life needs new perspective
Like some higher place to view
A log jam in my thinking
Or my prayers desire review
It's noisy and unsettling
I cannot find that space
Where I sit and welcome stillness
To caress and kiss my face
A wild storm shouts around me
And the structures rattle out
I need peace and understanding
To explain that noise without
Or maybe just the quiet,
Silent place within
Is the park bench where I settle
While the world creates it's din
As in nature's restful bosom
I can reconnect again
As trees dance to the birdsong
And the rhythm of the rain.
Natural Rhythm
I feel there's something heavy
Pressing on my bones
Medusa's gaze has got me
Turning into stone..
My life needs new perspective
Like some higher place to view
A log jam in my thinking
Or my prayers desire review
It's noisy and unsettling
I cannot find that space
Where I sit and welcome stillness
To caress and kiss my face
A wild storm shouts around me
And the structures rattle out
I need peace and understanding
To explain that noise without
Or maybe just the quiet,
Silent place within
Is the park bench where I settle
While the world creates it's din
As in nature's restful bosom
I can reconnect again
As trees dance to the birdsong
And the rhythm of the rain.
Jinjagoliath
1st April 2022
Maybe
Baby
Young cad
Is dad
Leaves her
For Fleur!
Teen mum
So glum
Up duff
Feels rough
Loo quick...
She’s sick
Huge tum
Soon mum
Wide girth
For birth
Can’t sleep
Counts sheep
Morning...
Yawning
Foods spurn...
Heartburn
Feels pain
Again
Again
More pain
Babe due
Needs loo
In rush
Must push
Not far
In car
With mum...
Best chum!
Log jam
Bedlam!
Head’s down
Feels crown
Mops brow
Push NOW
Babe’s born
Named Dawn
Babe screams
Mum beams
Cuts cord
In Ford!
All’s swell
Child’s well
Follow up poem inspired by Footless contest
11-1-17
My thoughts lie on hold, quenched by white milk poured,
drowns muesli like seas surge foam washes rocks.
Raisins float, get plumped, then when engorged, sink
like ticks, hungry for food, drop off when full.
The puffed wheat are funny to watch zoom by
as some will not bump into each other,
instead some weird force nudges them away,
avoiding collisions in dairy sea.
Others group-up in rafts, in log-jam clumps.
Your oatmeal does the same briefly as well.
As I muse, white drops drip, plop from spoon poised.
Mind over muesli, muse on muesli lies.
Limerick : Once a Lonely Grand-Dad in a Log-Jam
Once a Lonely Grand-Dad in a Log-Jam
Paid an urgent visit to a Grande-Dame*
She lifted the stuck log
During Pea-Souper smog
Damn ! Got carried down Grand-Dad Rapids – Wham !
* Dame : pronounced as in French
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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