Long Squirreled Poems

Sunday February 2nd, 2025 Groundhog Day

Location: Gobbler's Knob in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. First held on February 2, 1887 prognosticating how many more weeks of winter weather without a shadow of a doubt. Aforementioned site chosen for...

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Watching upcoming toilet bowl lvii highlight of February 12th, 2023

Above title attests 
how mine mundane mein kampf
insync as a veritable clogged drain oh:
flush with adventure overflowing excrement
er... rather excitement.

Apt aforementioned accurate personal description
believe me not,...

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Watching upcoming toilet bowl lvi highlight of February 13th, 2022

Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf
insync as a veritable clogged drain oh:
flush with adventure overflowing excrement
er... rather excitement.

Apt aforementioned accurate personal description
believe me not,...

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A healthy dose of invective flourishes at Highland Manor asylum

I hate to be curt,
but welcome to the monkey house
at 2 highland manor drive,
where all manner of imbeciles go berserk.

I and the missus
(thee unfortunate recipient
of poisonous...

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Watching toilet bowl lv highlight of snowy February 7th, 2021

Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf
flush with adventure overflowing excitement.

Apt aforementioned accurate personal description
culmination of decades worth hesitation and trepidation.

Ever since garden variety generic...

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As a submissive and passive lad...

and boyish looking sexagenarian
with similar disposition,
I revel(ed) reading in general
(and spent carefree idle summer days
squirreled away with tomes
of posthumous authors)
buoyed aloft in seventh heaven
courtesy the treasure trove of books
occupying shelf...

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Impoverished courtesy scam artists Harvey Specter

Entrapment videre licet fiendish
gnarly hustling scheme erector -
sent me to the poor house, where alms
not forthcoming to ease financial affliction,
where yours truly money matters still stymies
ways and means to relocate
to...

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Metaphorical troubled waters deluge
pitched me to and fro,
analogous to ghosts
that haunted Ebenezer Scrooge,
yours truly violently tossed
impossible mission to experience refuge

except when deeply engrossed
between bound pages
thick and juicy tome one garden variety
generic bookworm doth ravish
escape courtesy...

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My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.

Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed monkey wrench,
which custom designed tool
assigned impossible mission
to discern sense and...

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Manifestation of métier write

finds yours truly sitting today 
December 24th at 2:41 P.M. with slight
hunched over mien as  edge of night
quite some hours away when height
of Santa Claus appearance bright
rosy cheeks glow insync with
Rudolph...

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They say if you don’t use a thing for a year
It’s time to get rid of it, just to be clear
Feel free to sell it or give it away
But to get clutter free, just don’t...

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Manifestation of métier write

As an indie alt rock'n 
tribe beck ha rolling stone dishabille poet,
who views challenge of writing analogous
to begetting an heir or heiress,
which former includes 
gestation of an emotion,
idea, sentiment,...unbeknownst
if outcome birthed to...

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No Stopping The Carousel Of Time!

The inescapable reality
     consigning one at birth
     automatically includes no breath
oblige premise, whereat
     existence can terminate
  ...

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My son and his family drove down from the big city,
out to the countryside with open fields and steams.
They brought their standard golden poodle along, 
a curly-haired fellow, name of Timmy.
Timmy had never seen a...

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Why... just yesterday
where webbed wide world troubles
     seemed so far away,
that would hove bin Monday
(October first tooth
     house sand eight
     teen), i.e. yea...

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I sat beneath the ancient oak in my back yard,
grieving and in sorrow at the age of twelve.
My best friend, Jessie, was moving far away.
I didn't think I'd ever see him again, 
so, I wrote...

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Cold winds, the assassins of startled vegetation,
blow in with late autumn. Snow arrives 
to cover the terrain with blankets 
of white, pristine feathery snow; meanwhile,
some bodies of water turn into ice.
As the sun hangs low...

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Initially he is so charming
He charms your pants off.
Bring flowers to your mother.
And a treat for the dog.
He is almost too charming.
Giggle. Giggle. Smile. Smile.
You fall in love quickly.

Your father is not fooled.
He despises the...

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Now obvi 
us is what this poem is about
Dancing fur the last time
if God exist get ready
here i come
i will take the loon way round
can't imagine my anger
no stop would make
when you realise this it...

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Each cherished memory of mine...cause iz woe

Analogous to unique ventifact for shore
and seven years ago,
where time and tide faintly roar
within noggin o'this common Joe
reviewing silent film unreleased,

unpopular, unimpressive tour
de force if technology existed
to broadcast and...

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She loves me she loves me not...

Just my luck that when juiced a lad
din grammar school, aye own every
rhyme and reason tubby mad
every friggin time boyhood fingers
plucked petals off flowered daisy...

just as well, a relief...

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A SPECIAL POEM FOR MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.
    Agony of a Squirrel (poet Henry Ochiagha)

    Hunted hunter hunting my soul.
    Why are you hurting me so.
...

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The three goblins were here to stay I’m afraid
They made work for us all and we don’t have a maid
The prophecy came true, yes, this story was forbade.
Told to me one warm day with a...

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Between Blue Ridge Mountains and Chesapeake Bay
Almost eight and a half million people here do sashay,
One of the original colonies, back in the settlers’ day,
Part of the American Revolution, Virginia was, in a big way.

Pony...

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The unicorn eggs had been hidden many fortnights ago, 
The last to remember them was a Prophetess named Woe.
She had written down the secret sign to open the safe of gold
But it had blown under...

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