Don't Ask...
Simplified.
Induce
Reduce
Exude
Seduce.
Dis-Connect
The Umbilical
Creative
Past...
Or, Keep The
FLOW.
Floral-Recycler
Just A Little
Off Kilter.
Oh Yes!
Why Even
Ask Yourself?
Hmmmm?
Ask Your Self:
Am I Not
Entertaining
Enough
For You?
Not Needing
Reinforcement?
No Booster,
No Competitor,
No Nonsense
Meted Out...
You Are The
Product.
Not The Creation.
Is That Good?
Now.
Thanks.
-Gray Squirrel
07-14-2026
No-nonsense politician with steely resolve, Margaret Thatcher;
UK's first woman Prime Minister and "The Iron Lady" catcher
She won three consecutive terms in her Downing Street seat,
Pulling off what was then a record-breaking, historical feat.
Perhaps Dr. Smith was misunderstood…
Sciatica got the goat of the stowaway.
Don’t be fooled, his intentions were not good.
He’d shield himself in cowardly betray.
Courageous Will and no nonsense robot -
Dr. Smith would cower behind and scream.
This family Robinson knows what’s what.
Most of them will save the man with a scheme.
Hot-headed Don, longs to disarm the doc.
Poor Dr. Smith! Poor Dr. Zachary Smith!
His back aches. Why give his body a shock?
To dig his own grave? Kid’s missing, been with
him (in trouble). Mums, “Oh, the pain! The pain!”*
Doc briefly consults his own stethoscope,
checks his heart - he’s not completely insane.
Save face or hang himself with his own rope?
Coast to coast
I move always with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from coast to coast
I portray an aura of positivity each time I flow
I leave my sorrows behind
I lock my grievances in the cupboard
I love to relate with a pure feeling everywhere I vibe
So I always move with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
Coast to coast
I disallow toxic energy around my zone
I protect my circle with purity and happiness
Cos i know the essence of life never exclude peace and harmony
I tell you no lie my friends
So I move always with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
Coast to coast
I never get trapped with hatred in life
Cos I rise to live above limited freedom
My elbow portrays the life i chose
My dignity is what it is
I never cross no man’s path
I prefer respect
I always give peace a call to exist
Yes am a man of no nonsense
I need no negative drama
So I move with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
Age Of Reason
Building characteristics
With no nonsense
Knowing right from wrong
Growing into your own
Become vigorous
Age of reason
A change to find your own way
Write your own journey
Lead by example
Find hidden talents
Shine through the stars
Don’t follow the corrupt world
Just down to earth
Slow to anger
Become your own man
Take a stand for what you believe in
Strive to improve
Age of reason
I used to say come to London.' Yet not now.' The violence
Is spiralling.' There is less value wow.' Not of tawdry glam
And glitz and such.' Yet of life.. and futures they don't seem
Worth that much.' I know Blues familiy.' No nonsense folk
Now living a nightmare.' Delivered by the social enrichment
Joke.' In 'sad-diks london...Or londinistan.? Its violence in
The morning.' Afternoon, evenings.' Who's the next target?
There must be a plan.? As it seems systemic yet some dystopian
Action
Slam.' Against the values that have endured.' Through times
Hourglass sands.' As Christianity has been mocked indeed
Reviled.' So has lawlesness exploded.' Perceptions run wild.'
Rampant violence.' Has entered Englands womb.. And things arn't quiet..Nor will they be anytime soon.' Will there
Be justice by the authouritys.? The people require redress.'
Just look back three decades..It was never like this mess.!!!
If you live in Britain.' I advise raise your voice.' Or perhaps a
Finger or two .? Email inspector Christina Jessah.' Let the reckoning start with you.'
Thank the Lord..' Katters on the job.' Father of the house..
And solar housing systems..This legend is worth every bob'
A straight talking hero.' Who has his country at heart.'
Who will stand; with with his no-nonsense manner.'
It's time; and well past..Get to the line, be ready to start.!
I refuse to languish in obscurity
hiding parts of my personality.
As a target I stood.
Verity will always light up the dark.
A white lightning rod, an electric spark
as what’s solid is viewed.
I am the woman with oneiric eyes,
the one who’s focus is the far off prize.
No nonsense attitude.
Shrinking yourself back into a bubble,
sounds to me like a whole lot of trouble.
Small is never selfhood.
When Everything Is Quiet
No sound
No drama
No nonsense
Submerge in water
No anger
No chaos
Just solitude
Keep life simple
Turn off the news
In one ear and out the other
I like peace and quiet
A man of very few words
Disconnected from society
Turn off the noise
No electronics
No conflict
Confined
Darkness is mine
Creative writings
When everything is quiet
When writing poetry, I’m alive.
A sink bucket
Today I forgot to buy milk, drank black coffee
it is easy to remember the past shines like jewels
It was the winter of 1952, and my brother carried
a big sink bucket, I was the smallest one
and we were on our way to the coal depot to
find a hole in the fence to steal coal.
We were caught by a man who wore an armband
of the new people in command
they were taking no nonsense from
anyone least of all seven-year-old thieves.
I have often seen that you put a uniform on someone who
who never had power, they behave like little Hitler sprats.
On the way home with two empty buckets, we came across
a wooden fence that had partially fallen, we took as many
planks as we could carry and had a warm Christmas Eve
Written By: D. Collins 1/25/25
Create something beautiful while you're on this earth.
It will still be here when you're long, under the dirt.
Create a masterpiece molded from your own hands.
Inject the juice that extends your family Clan.
You take that seed and give it nothing but good.
Tell them the things you'd change, if you could.
Then, they go into life with some experience.
In knowing Daddy ain't taking no nonsense.
Create something good before you leave this earth.
Show the whole world your value and worth.
Give something back to show you were here.
Give them a Meika overdosed in high gear.
Food thats good i beleive you'll find? raw milk
Not the usual, therm-ed out kind.
Link up with farmers, you can volunteer!!
Supply some spirit, spread more cheer
The bowler hatted farmer knows' his
Onions along with dear old Vobes'
And Brooks no nonsense Chris is in.'
That people power is starting to spin.!
A couple of million will do for starters
You can now show the world..
Who are? the real'
Useless farters.)
I read The Raven in its entirety,
I must admit it's kind of creepy.
If some big ol' bird with devil eyes
Came tap tap tapping to my sitting room,
I'd be leave leave leaving for the refuge
Of my mother's house.
Mother's house is a house of safety,
And if that bird dared to follow
It would bow and say "Milady,"
And nevermore forget it's place~
'Cause Mom don't brook no nonsense
From neither man nor beast!
Christmas day seemed to always land on a Sunday, when I was a miss.
Weird, but church is what I always remember every single Christmas
We would wake up too early, and get sent rapidly back to bed.
Our parents took no nonsense from any of us, their rules in lead.
We were told when we could come out, not one minute before.
We did not have seventeen presents, or hundreds of them galore.
We usually had three or four presents apiece, this was not grandma’s house.
The cookies left out for Santa had been nibbled, as if there had been a mouse.
We tore open the wrapping and got something we never saw coming.
This was before TV showed us what was valuable, or what was slumming.
We liked whatever it was, or at least pretended to like it.
For to do anything else would have caused a huge parental fit.
We thanked our parents, and helped set the breakfast table.
We had to call our great aunts Dorothy and Miss Mable.
To say thank you for the hand-knitted stuff they sent to us.
They loved hearing from us we gave them such a big fuss!
Cami is an inventor, a genius, a marvel said the witch
We let her do things her way, never used a belt or a switch
She grew up knowing she was the best of the best
School was nothing to her, she out tested every old test
We let her come home and spend time being a tinker
She is a philosopher too, a model creative thinker
Cami is on her way now with things from an estate
She said she has found the best spell book to date!
So are you all witches then? I asked the old hag.
Shh! She said to me. I do not disclose my doctor’s bag.
Cami rode into the compound on a motorized bike.
Pulling a trailer full of books, and birdcage by Mike.
She is a unique figure, no nonsense, knows what she is doing.
Cami soon had an enormous bonfire and cauldron both brewing.
I sneaked away, but not before giving the satchel a quick look.
She has her hands full now, for she has a witch doctor’s book.
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