Long Neuter Poems
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Queen Of Words
Knitted Me A Blanket
Couldn't Understand
Why I Didn't Wanna Talk
As She Held It To My Face
Musty Soft... Well Aloft.
Queen Of Words
Caught Me Napping
Tail-Wagging, Fetch It!
BOY!!! Oh, Those
Rascally Words,
Just Can't Tame 'Em...
Queen Of Words:
Where You Can Play.
Queen Of Words
Just A Suggestion
Have A Notion
The Ocean Pleads...
Your Needy Desires
And Undying Will
Can Enlighten The
Dark, Like The Moon
Did, Already.
Queenie Of Wordly
Can Talk Like Computer
Can Neuter Your
Manhood To The Quick,
Cuz Yer Thick...
Crackpot Thick.
It Was The Brick!
You Crazy Old Joke.
I Still Think It's Funny,
But You "Know Me!"
Hey! Where'd That Lady Go?
***
Ran Away, Quick.
-Gray Squirrel
09-09-2025
Oi Oi ..saveloy…caps do doff..bless Joffy boy…with injury woes and blows…
From the off some did scoff…Joff can no longer bowl for toffee…clearly not really…
Not being coy but some of those press hoi polloi said Ben had chose..
A risky ploy against our Indian foes…but seeing him let rip
For the fans unbridled joy..a trip to our favourite offy..
It must have been hard..his comeback marred..alright scarred
By what the keyboard warriors deposited…despite his trouncer
Bouncer calling card…was abused.. and accused of being coddled..
Even swaddled and cossetted..
While everyone in the stand thought it was grand…
Our corn row mane not dread lock..spearhead…
Gold chain warlock.. with the ball they all dread
After four sore years to once more..
Adore pure pace grace so raw..
Watch the speed gun soar…
A hardcore encore we saw for sure..
You can’t really match it…the Jofra creed…
Watching batters in tatters..can't relax..sow the seed..
The champ axe in our camp does ramp it up to the max…
Trying to face our flying ace hatchet who when he does need
Can just ratchet up his speed..
No faking…Joff did always say he would do his best..
In his quest to play another test…the ultimate contest..
Can’t be forsaken by those mistaken that he would just be taking..
The cash for some crap brash slap and dash bash..
Fleeting greetings from the future..where we will all being well ..
Will be meeting our speedster suitor…us.. amorous
About our glamorous Jofradamus..his blizzards will neuter..
Have willow wizards by the gizzards..our tearaway tutor..
So a quick nod to the bowling God…giving him another
Chance to prance and dance..sod each odd bod..
Getting sniffy or spiffy.. Joff somehow iffy..
Cos it was bloody lubbly jubbly..
To see you back having a crack on the track …
Like the scene of that 2019 tiff between him and piggy Smith…
Us again getting squiffy in a jiffy..with this new riff..
By our corker stalker.. wicket hawker…..the bliss
We did miss due to his injury abyss..
A new era ..finally coming…Joff still strumming …humming..
Nice one my son…so come on let’s open the bubbly…
I am one of those. At one time I had eighteen dogs.
None from the same litter. I neuter and spay my animals.
Here is the thing. I am an elementary school counselor
And I cannot bring children home,
Even though I want to rescue some of them sometimes.
So I stop by the pound if I have had a really bad day
And I adopt a cat, a dog, or a dog and a cat or two cats.
Do you see where I am going with this?
I brought home Happy, Go and Blue the same day, three dogs.
And the next day had to run back to the pound for Lucky.
When they give me "that look" as I leave,
It is on! And Lucky had given me the saddest look ever.
Pretty soon, we had so many heated sheds
And we had roped off so much of the forest with fencing,
It looked like we were running a concentration camp.
Because being a grandma takes precedent we decided to move
Closer to our ten grandchildren.
We bought six acres, and knew we could bring our dogs and cats.
Yes, I have four cats too.
Only two dogs, and a cow were allowed. No more than two.
What? I called everybody. They verified it.
I had three months to find sixteen dogs a home, and I did.
Lucky lived to be twelve, and Blue lived to be eight.
Cookie, fire-up yer chuck wagon 'cause th' round-up is begun!
Us cowpokes is gonna cull th' herd frum dawn to th' settin' sun!
We is gonna supply you wid th' cookin's fer our chuck tonight;
Heaps uv good ol' Rocky Mountain oysters broiled fer our delight!
It'll be a hot an' dusty trail as we drive 'em frum th' chaparral,
An' herd them cantankerous kine fer brandin' in th' ol' corral!
It'll take a heap uv sweat an' a lot uv cussin' to git 'em movin', alright,
But it'll be worth it, 'cause we is feedin' on Rocky Mountain oysters tonight!
Usin' our cuttin' hosses we'll rope an' wrestle th' bulls to th' ground.
There we'll brand an' neuter 'em as they beller an' kick around!
We'll be bruised an' kicked fer little pay but that'll be alright,
'Cause we is gonna enjoy a feast uv Rocky Mountain oysters tonight!
Us cowboys works hard wid little pay rollin' 'round in th' manure,
Convertin' bulls into steers; that's more'n them city fellers could endure!
But that's okay, 'cause at round-up time we gits a special treat;
Tonight we is gonna enjoy a feast uv Rocky Mountain oysters to eat!
Help! I stand desperately on a precipice,
and ask you, poet, what kind of bug is this?
I am not an entomologis.
It was on top of my laptop computer.
Is it male or female or is it neuter?
I can't afford an entomolotutor.
It gazes at me through a compound eye,
I see no wings. Does it walk or fly,
strangely across the ground or sky?
A praying mantis it is not.
It has six legs. That's quite a lot.
his photo of him is all I caught.
For this question, I apologize,
I've no skill to entomologize.
It's less than a half centimeter in size.
I knew you'd know it - happy you could assist.
This sort of bug is too easily dismissed.
Thank you, poet entomologist.
My dog Cosmo is a puppy eating machine
for every meal he licks his big bowl clean
Cosmo a piggy not, the boys a full hog
he gobbles his food than the other dogs rob.
He is a very handsome boy, a Pyrenees
with the softest blondish coat to squeeze
He is 8 months old and 41 pounds
rather a bit lazy loves lying around
He sleeps in the doorways like a rug
blocking the way as he's ever so smug
Try to move him and he turns on his back
wanting you to scratch his chest, at that
He didn't even bark till the third day
whatever it was he scared it away
Genghis avoids him but Sassy does play
he keeps mounting her, he's neuter they say
Got him at the city pound he appear compost
just lying in bed while other dogs boast
Barking and yelping to be taking home
I left with the dog who was calm and alone.
Octavian couldn't, Skippy wouldn't so suppose
a name that fit him the gentle giant Cosmo
He is very sweet and playful yet ever relaxed
Genghis weary, Sassy he cautiously attracts
Another rescue makes my dogs number three
sometimes I realize my dogs recused me.
violet cosmos bends with the weight of a bumblebee
its honey a sway to blissful
slow drip tucked into breakfast glee
things of no small importance
vital
like forgiving mis-steps that neuter success
or losing shackles of disappointment
to hear love-words nurturing branches of support
vital, like a baby's gurgle, language spilling
in infancy
as children outdoors skip in a fusilade of laughter
vital, like robins hopping in the surety of spring
when winter lifts folded veils of snow to a fresh brush
of green
lives from strain to festive
sometimes shaky with apprehension
in a carefully constructed freedom that respects
diversity
vital
like love transcending the glut of superficial
CE - Capture/Exterminate
Not only is this inhumane, it doesn't work at any rate.
A "vacuum effect" is all that will create,
vacuuming outside ferals into a territory already great
for food, shelter and to repopulate.
Within a few months the very same problem you'll have to face.
CR - Capture/Relocate
Again, the "vacuum effect" is all that will create.
Outside ferals will move in after the others relocate.
Relocated ferals often live harsher lives before dying a harsh fate.
It doesn't work, and again is very inhumane at any rate.
TNR - Trap/Neuter/Return
The most humane and most effective solution,
for maintaining and controlling feral cat overpopulation.
A surgically fixed and healthy feral cat colony,
is beneficial to any and every human community.
They'll keep outside intact feral cats out of "their" territory.
Fights for mating rites will greatly decrease,
no more unwanted litters of kittens being born regularly,
all while keeping our community vermin free.
TNR feral cats provide a service for our community,
and in return all they ask from anybody,
is that we make their lives as comfortable as can possibly be.
There Is Only One
true feral cat option.
Sitting down in a local coffee shop, I see many people speaking and working on stuff that may never be valuable or valid for any medium. Especially, when all of the conversations take place in different mediums. Mostly, you can hear the words fly from their keys.
Take a stroll with me
The girl in the corner is trying to be an advocate for some woke rubbish after she is called a miss and not neuter person!
Oh poor baby! Are your feelings hurt? I don’t care! It’s time to grow up!
The guy in front of her is doing the same thing
Both of them should be silent and be appreciative that they were acknowledged
Too many liberties are given to fools that only focus on trivial matters instead of true problems that arise.
Where are the people that speak up against the true social injustices of the world?
Where are the people that would speak about gender, job, age, and religious discrimination?
Now people are talking about their feelings and why others should care!
This all occurred before I came into the coffee shop as middle schools were starting to waste valuable time with pointless exercises that spoke about feelings. Instructors would waste class time doing a constant rehearsal of one movement for twenty minutes. If you cannot figure out the routine then figure it out on your own time before class. Rehearsal is meant for rehearsals and not for practice.
On the screen of another person they are watching laugh tracks that have no substance. The barista is asking for the details of each order.
Sitting down in a coffee shop while being on social media is now a different form of socialization. Where are the people that spoke to one another in a social physical circle?
grab your pail, we'll clean the sea
fetch a comb to coiff the sand
don't fall for burning cities, to be
eternalized
as a pinnacle of table salt
pinch me, porfa!
looking up/down—that's insurance
perilous looking back
psychics looking forward
pronouncing words
over tomorrow's world
should you be dissolved
by hands
furious at future-telling feats
well, you would have seen it coming...
stay simple
pick peppers
plant cotton
gin it
for reason
latent scars from childhood rashes
gore marks from hell's boar
love borrows
until you're vexed, next blue
how to hold love
comprehend it
neuter it
before panthers
track and eat your tears
extinguish glimpses
of stars, rays, and beams
and death, ghostsongs, stones
become fabrics of a seamless void
traffic runs past the burial ridge along my way
but I went slow this commute
appearing to me was myself
a cameo in crying fields
wearing pails, combs, spades, and boots
an element of wind stirred icy, traceless
talking in the sense of men asleep
said some things couldn't be offered:
dust bunny hearts
no photographs
no epitaphs
no salt