Routinely, like clockwork, like every morning,
I walk to my drive way and enter my pickup.
I start the engine and turn on the radio.
Immediately, horrific and unbelievable news.
I head off to work, not knowing what to expect.
I stare across the airfield of an airforce base.
Not the least surprised, airplanes are grounded.
I arrive at work in wonderment.
Our work highly depends on airplanes.
Today is a none typical 911 work day.
We are instructed to perform our normal
duties of pickups and deliveries, except,
'Do not take cargo to airport but report to
The yard at end of route'.
Brewed with similar ingredients
as when baking bread,
a Maßkrug of beer in Germany
is called a 'glass sandwich' instead.
Yet, as half a loaf
is better than none,
if the glass is half full,
and another half empty,
of the two,
which is the optimal one?
Complimentary.
Considering All The Best
Ideas Are Crackpot Ideas.
***Like Where The Light Sneaks In!!!***
With All Our Madness!
(Me Too, We'll Be...)
***FINE.***
-Gray Squirrel
08-21-2026
Here I found my peace of mind
I’m a facebook freak
In dark waters of my time
I can swim or sink
No one watches me when I
Languidly pass through
Posts of groups to which I’m signed
And some posts of you
I’m a scapegoat to the world
So I don’t talk much
If they need to share absurd
I am out of touch
Sharing mostly pleasant sights
I’m a facebook soul
I believe in you, despite
You’re not here at all
Once upon a time there were
Two of us, now one
Then one day comes down a blur
And there will be none.
From Mazagon docks
On Bombay's shores
He sailed to Mombasa
Overland to Kampala
From one colonial hub
To the Pearl of Africa
The source of the Nile
The end of the railway
Moved by imperialism
In service of His Majesty
Using accounting skills
He toiled diligently
Empire worked efficiently
Extracting wealth quietly
Using agency of his ilk
Dividing and ruling
A good learner was he
Risk taker: entrepreneur
Started trading; thrived
Built a house; believed
The clock was ticking
World War 2, tolled
"Independence" came
He retired to Marna
Watched from afar
As it came apart
Protectorate to confusion
Kabaka and Prime Minister
He passed at repast
With grandchildren
It was no jest; gone
At rest in the village
His manses to decay
Wealth to scatter
Descendants aplenty
None like him
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(And a certain ruler asked him, saying, Good Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?
And Jesus said unto him, Why callest thou me good? none is good, save one, that is, God).
Luke 18:18-19.
A certain ruler asked Jesus saying Good Master: what shall I do to inherit eternal life?
Jesus said to him
Why did you call thou me good?
None is good but God
None is good but God
We all are human beings
We do good and bad
It’s none of your business
What someone else thinks.
Your business is your business
And theirs is theirs.
Lots of things are like this,
Like what I eat or read, do or love,
But people have lost their way
And so look to others
To be them, instead of them,
Just being themselves.
(3/26/26)
A Nonet is something that I like
I need to think of words to find
That will fit on the next line
But then I must confine
Words to get it right
Therefore I write
A three piece
Two please
These
Ode
Ballad
Kyrielle
May do Haiku
A funny Limerick
Down the page an Acrostic
Perhaps I will write a Sonnet
But have finished off as a Nonet
The energy of my doubt that cloud lies,
Would have been so consumed by truthful cage,
Beyond what check could balance if points rise...
Without mastery of patience tempting rage.
What if I don't get;
The prank that stage bet,
For unknowns outlet...
Dreaming of assurance cum guess by chance,
Unrelenting foaming best does enhance.
The seat of knowledge looks simple to own,
The crown of understanding only fits-
Open minded head; logical backbone,
To keep wisdom awake; alerting wits...
What if I get it,
The feats that blinks ...
Building chance's grit.
It is never enough to quench retry,
So thirsty to mark an end very wry.
I'll take you in my arms and hold you tight
caress you with my hands, pant with delight.
Excitement through my body cannot stop
into my mouth your body I will pop.
With gentle passion, lick off all your scent
until you melt and my arousal spent.
So, let me peel your wrapping long and slow
strip you, until your naked body shows.
I'll stare at you until I can't resist
then have my way with you, I promise this.
For me my love for you will never wain
i'll keep on coming back to you again.
When you are gone, I'll take another block
of chocolate; my first love i keep in stock.
You wake with a fright,
it’s a nightmare again;
but this time I’m there
to see your eyes open.
I now take your hand as
fear drains from your face;
you’re here with me
in a much safer place.
When our eyes meet,
my hand you squeeze;
you move close and say,
"Just hold me please."
Your warm body shakes
as I hold you so tight;
my prayer is to God
please, take away this fright.
I feel your heart beat
and I caress your back;
kisses on your neck
in night’s sea of black.
The healing is slow,
still leaving some scars;
but when I look in your eyes
you have come so far.
Our love has grown
yet because of it all;
you wrestle with the demons
and sometimes there’s a wall.
I know it’s not the present
we’ll deal with that as it comes;
chasing nightmares together
until there are none.
You say we have it easy,
Our lines are getting cheesy,
Insecurities and nobody hears me,
We are rotting in this world,
Trees are burning with the squirrels.
We are dying with the standards,
Kids are starving into scanders,
Cutting became a joke,
Everyone is dying left and right,
Dropping from height,
Suicide takes the bite,
We are blinded be the new,
Everything is blurry.
In this world we call “glory”.
On a pedestal of likes and fame,
She built her own, perfect game.
She curates a world of flawless grace,
A single smile on a perfect face.
She wears the crown of filters and light,
The final girl in a digital night.
She scrolls through screens with practiced hand,
And sees the users across the land.
But feels no joy, no true delight,
Just coldness in the pale blue light.
For in her heart, polished stone,
She thinks she did it all alone.
The mirror's glass, a phone's bright gleam,
Shows the star of every stream.
She cannot falter, cannot fail,
And won't engage in a real-world tale.
She builds her brand with every post,
And scorns the ones who matter most.
But in her soul, a hollow ache,
For all the realness she won't take.
The empty comments, the silent scroll,
The woman who has lost control.
The queen of feed, and yet of none,
Beneath a cold and lonely sun.
Shàngó!
Where are your fiery eyes,
that spit fear into burning coal,
that blaze with warmth and glow,
a conflagrator dancing with flames?
Who dares invoke your name in sin,
and not have their tongue seared?
You summon thunder as a hound to hunt,
their wealth and souls it strikes at once,
swift as lightning no man can withstand.
You are a god with no patience,
a judge whose verdict is fire.
The guilty inherit their own shame,
terror grips their trembling mates,
till their fear spills water from their bladder.
Shàngó!
The king who hung himself–yet none dare say so.
Your name alone bends foes of Dàda,
your gentle, effeminate brother,
subduing armies without a clash,
a king great in life, even greater in death.
Your words are clothed in flame,
your breath consumes in thousands.
No scroll could ever disguise your greatness,
no fool could scorn your name
and escape the storm of your wrath.
And now, O thunderous king, hear me:
Unleash your fire on all my foes.
Shatter them into smouldering dust,
burn them in your raging inferno,
heap grief upon grief, lament on lament—
O king whose hanging none dare declare.
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