Free forms in movement
Dept of transit
Overhauled movement of poor life during isolation
Isolation instructions still in assembled bills as job requirements
Obstructions are final. Finite mathematics stills speech and range of motion
Counter intuitive approach to data modeled in hmis privacy act census
I'm a normal function inside of integral limit with derivative market extortion
On vista bus from Ventura government building towards thousand oaks the absence of New York life is laws
If = x
If I cannot
X can
Poor man's publishing Company
#cagovernor #realdonaldtrump #asmirwin #mikeytaylor #repbrownley #tonybiasotti #aoc #nypd #lapdhq #nytimes
Categories:
modeled, america,
Form: Free verse
Helpless Winners At The Fair
Clone Wolf
Tantrum Rages
Leader Of The Pack…
Careless Sycophants
Elephantile Contagions
Self-Defeating Victims.
The Old Irony Escapes
Bare-Knuckles
Modeled, Paling…
Grabbing Artificial
Pleasure From
Manipulation's
Freshest Kill.
Your Cheeks Are
Tender Bloody Sweet
All You Cuddle-
Yummy Treats!
Your Tribe Awaits
With A Better Hat And
Sweater - Be-Damned…
Re-Damned. AGAIN!
Idolizers.
What You ‘Really Needed’
Cost Us All Our
Arms And Legs.
Too Bad That
Couldn’t Save Our
Extremely Enormous:
Vapid
Heart And
Head, Instead…
Skull-Candy Now
In Sugar-Cotton.
-Gray Squirrel
06-30-2025
Categories:
modeled, life,
Form: Free verse
Micro-Nano Particles
Superior To Native Sand
In Resolve And Integrity
Settle In Every Vacant Cavity
Gorge In Every Innocent Orifice
Buttery Fill Every Nookity Cranny...
Until All The Natural Organics
Have Eaten Their Own
Down To This Giant Nub...
Fossil Reality
Modeled Strong-
To Outlast Desire.
-Gray Squirrel
06-19-2025
Categories:
modeled, life,
Form: Free verse
Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony,
Farming trolls to be enrolled,
'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies,
Puking riddles on those tolled.
Then the bots deliver the hurl,
Regurgitate into the net,
Till truth is common as a pearl,
Yet what you see is what you get.
Spidered webs entangle yonder,
The language largely modeled,
And artificial minds are left to ponder,
Which words are fiddle-faddle.
Defrosted wars are flooding fields,
Entrenching fact with fiction,
In cyber realms, we've little shields,
To counter eastern malediction.
Folly finds that fear is fruitless,
Beware tourneys of tyranny,
Cavorted by the truth-less and ruthless,
Pretending reality's but conspiracy.
Categories:
modeled, allusion, america, corruption, immigration,
Form: Rhyme
Tardigrade
Consider the lowly Tardigrade
To survive any environment, it is tailor made
Commonly known as the water bear
This handsome creature can live any where
From underground to the vacuum of space
It is no threat to the human race
Unless, it mutates and does grow
Then it looks like it could be a ferocious foe
****modeled on Ogden Nash Style*****
Categories:
modeled, humorous,
Form: Ekphrasis
Joseph William Namath
was known to be bold and brash
predicted a major Super Bowl upset win
then modeled Beautymist pantyhose with a grin
Categories:
modeled, humorous,
Form: Clerihew
Written: December 28, 2023
______________________________________
flounder in fictional field
—squeals and squeaks
Whimpers and growls
Sylphic swaying,
of flames spewing,
inwardly throbbing
of my nostril
lobotomized cosmic orbs.
scent of cinnamon
and coral on a rosary
interlaced of aurulent rimes.
Shrouded your burgundy &
coniferous ravines
loop of vitality
& unbearable redemption
in spanning eons,
ineffable wonder cradled
by melodic hums and buzzes
of lazy heat
and whistles of pitches
of endless hymns
echoes of choral chants
sung by soloists.
black ravens croaking,
like peals of doom
dewy allelomorphs
with waft-aloft wings
angels of ethereal whisper
of thunder,
that rang deafeningly
through the crevices,
of anodal motion
scurrilous loci
modeled as diploid.
Categories:
modeled, analogy, appreciation, bereavement,
Form: Free verse
Love is a fickle thing
When your needs aren’t met.
Straying is an option,
But not for the faithful.
They believe in the words once spoken.
Deep roots embedded for generations.
Modeled for those knee-high and older.
To have healthy, safe love.
Who seek the truth behind those not vulnerable.
Desirable, affectionate, and successful they will be
Tired from all the love they’ll receive.
Categories:
modeled, children, husband, love, marriage,
Form: Free verse
*Image of Elon Musk & Brut by Wiki & Unilever.
The Musks
Homonyms, closeness or likeness,
name or smell, be all there,
creates vanishing impetus,
Twit byes and scents to air.
Brut (cologne) was by Faberge,
Joe Namath modeled them,
Brit's Unilever owns today,
autistic Musk use--'um.
Kicked-up raw earth lingers...consorts
just when a mug pivots,
trigger the hounds and all their sorts,
unfeeling and vicious.
Commercial Brut Musk spray wear's off,
sure and forward sashays.
Refine defines, sign-wavers scoff,
Blue Origin tweet praise.
Like Men in Black bruises those teased,
bypass pedos and smile,
a wound-up car humming was eased,
brute Musk in Space-X style.
2023 January 15
*7th Place*
MUSK
~~Anthony Biaanco: Judged 2023 February 04
*RZ & HMS.
Categories:
modeled, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
special gift modeled by our Lord the gift of yourself
December 30, 2022
contest: The Best Gift
sponsor: JCB Brul
Categories:
modeled, 11th grade, blessing, destiny,
Form: Monoku
No big butts for him. He liked her slim.
Turn around, turned on, he couldn’t deny it,
when she slipped on those padded briefs.
She modeled those steamy lacy undies
and now he loves, even more, of his wife.
8/31/2022
Categories:
modeled, giggle,
Form: Light Verse
When I was a little girl, like other little girls, I craved Fame. As a child I modeled clothes for church fundraisers. And, sold Girl Scout Cookies, but no Fame. I even became a Candy Striper (one who volunteers to work in hospitals), but this did not yield Fame. A few years later I was writing verses for greeting cards and my friends said it was quite good. I went in to business for the first time, but still no Fame. At a later period in my life I took classes to be a Graphic Artist and graduated - A Little Fame. Then, a period came where I started to write and I believed I could write well enough to become a Famous writer. And although I sold some of my creations, the Fame that I craved had not materialized.
At this time in my life I found something that was greater than my cravings. It was God. Now, I don't crave Fame 'cause I don't need to be a star when I am a Masterpiece and a Star for Him.
If you have cravings or ambitions or just want Fame, ask God how you are to be. This will bring you to: FAITH, ALMIGHTY, MERCY AND ETERNITY.
Categories:
modeled, allah, angel, blessing, change,
Form: Free verse
What kind of shampoo do you wash toe hair with?
I can see it now,
No one will care!
Toe hair will become rare.
Bald toes will exist next to dirty nails.
Pale toe wigs will be modeled on squares.
The art of toe hair will be lost!
Foot hair technicians will be replaced,
With toe massagers at every place!
Categories:
modeled, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
patterned for extensive usage
it is modeled
to a standard
where success can
be acheived through it's
matrix
a precedent to a
standard gauge and
illustration
Exemplar
the
template to modern effectivness
a story set in Futuristic times. A renewable source of energy had been found using long forgotten methods. Those who owned the materails wished a high price in bargaining.Each means of absolution is weighed and included in the price.
Categories:
modeled, art, business, environment,
Form: Ballad
Differences are born in skin, blood, pride, and envy
Each scratch upon the artist’s page
Each flaw etched in black
Each scream plotted in every line
Anyone is allowed to create
So why must we create such ugly things?
Torn and stitched
Flayed and taped
Nothing made whole or complete
But recycled from garbage
Made to look human
Drawn with non-dominant hands
Messy collections of flesh and hatred
Am I truly nothing more than how others have made me?
Finding recycled parts of ourselves in others
Reminded of how beautiful we could have been
How gorgeous the world could have built us
Yet, rotting away in a shell of borrowed sins
Smiles plastered on like paper-mache
Like a doll modeled to fit aesthetics
Stuck high on a dusty shelf,
I sit with limbs stiff and empty
Waiting for the day my creator gifts me my own share
Of skin and blood
Categories:
modeled, angst, creation, emotions, humanity,
Form: Free verse
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