Might Poems

May and Might

May and Might

two stealthy words

emptying the

words which follow

assigning them

to the immediate

appearances which

they already are~~

Some might think I have no sense of humor

I care for the limerick not at all
be it smart and witty or be it small
most are a bit mad
some are mostly bad
I confess I don't read that dastardly scrawl!

Tomorrow Might Not Come

I looked upon this life—so vast, so small;
We chase the skies, yet crumble when we fall.
I sought the world, its glory and its gold;
But all shall end, no treasure can we hold.

We wish to live, to stretch our numbered days;
Yet death walks close, quietly in silent ways.
I weep sometimes— for the weight much to bear;
My

What Might Make You Smile

For those healing in silence.

Maybe it’s the sunlight,
dotting playfully through the blinds—
a quiet reminder
that the world still holds light.

Maybe it’s the steam rising
from morning Earl Grey,
a scone with melted butter
—a moment of normal
in a day that’s anything but.

Perhaps it’s the slow turn of a page, 
the way strangers drift past
your window—
Perhaps it’s in imagining
their thoughts,
their

Height and Might

I have been searching all my life for heaven in paradise but I just could not find it until my innate spirit reveals it. I searched from country to country over hills and valleys, mountain and plains; I walked until my feet were inflamed. But I could not find what my spirit reveals and what

the one who might

she has been looking for someone,
since before she knew the word for wanting,
“please, have you seen this person?”

someone who’s tall and strong
when she scratched her knees
falling down the monkey bars
—he can catch her when she falls, and lift her like she's air

someone who's kind and has a puppy 
when she first held 
a fluffy life

What Might Be in Front of Me

     Easy to look back at
        a life that rolled along

     A joyful stream of melody
        each day a brand-new song  

     Yet today I wonder 
 

That Might Work

That Might Work

If You Are Punished For
Doing The Smart Thing
(By Whatever...)
Do The Stupid Thing.

Shh.

That's Not Stupid Enough.

I Think It Is.

I've Gotta' Try Something Else.

Whatever.

-Gray Squirrel

05-16-2025

Diner Might

In nineteen sixty-three, May twenty-eight,
three youngsters in a Woolworths five-and-dime 
sat down and asked for coffee. This was war.
In Jackson, Mississippi, way back when,
outrageous things like this riled up the pack.

The photos still exist. You feel the hate.
To ask for coffee, then, was such a crime,
so unacceptable to local law 
that men (look at the

Turn Left at the lights

Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout..

About alternative attitudes..generations..

Scream at different altitudes & latitudes..

Venerate mandarins sins.. 

Generate pernicious vicissitudes

Vicious avaricious machinations..

Celebrate nations chagrin…

Pander to propaganda spin..

AI garlanded reputations..

Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots..

Kiss or diss..the abyss

Hiss of mis-information bliss..

Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest..

Well got egregious prior & previous..

SO

Whatever your hue or world view..

We know what's wrong..doesn't belong

Deliriously daring to

To strike and deliver'

I am as a hammer.' Weilded by God.' Upon the rockface of
False piety.' O're which human blood pours; in great floods.' In power i
Assail it.' With blows of great might.' I am come for this
Epoch..' at this deepest midnight'  I assault in this darkness every, twenty four hours.' The smoke from each
Impact echoes' deafening

The Eclipse of Two

Besotted, ensnared and diverged thy pupil
Dilate the ache 'pon holy gate
Sewn son to sun of love'n marred and married gait
Palpate the touch o'titular chance
Kiss'd and carresed thy senile smile
Tipped'n tallied bashful sway, to fall
Away, and away, eyes to 'ssemble 
And resemble the semblance of valour and holy hour
Mine to my own, to pitiful ponder
Shone Sun

Oh, that I might

Oh, that I might
fly like a kite
in a sky with clouds a-swirling.

It would be such a great joy
for any young boy,
especially if he had thunderbolts he could be hurling.

You Might Be from a Small Midwestern Town If

You might be from a small midwestern town
If you know what husking corn means
You might be from Iowa
If your town was full of relatives

You might be from Nebraska
If you have heard the term huskers
You might be from Illinois
If you know a dairy cow from other cows

You might be from a small midwestern town
If your town

Like a storm in a teacup

      Like a storm in a teacup, You turned nothing 
      into something blown up, from a small thing.
       Everywhere's your ground to pick up a fight.
        You should know war is

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