Personal Dance Music
Squirrel Demon
Not So Nice
Changes Thoughts
With Every Spin...
Sometimes Charming
Now He's Not
Up Or Down
Left Or Right.
The Future Brings
Another Surprise
He Likes It...
Then It's Broke.
I'll See You
In Just A Minute
Or A Parsec-Dillion
Zillion Plancks Away.
Probably Alone.
It's Just A Fantasy:
Joy... Come And Play.
-Gray Squirrel
05-20-2025
I am N8LM a protocol droid,
an oil bath is good when I’m annoyed;
Perilous journeys leave me so annoyed,
I prefer trips that are less than a parsec;
It’s better to travel less than a parsec,
if you get caught it is all your fault;
How rude to blame me if it’s your fault
I told you unequivocally of the odds!
Seven hundred and twenty to one odds,
you heard me in NONE of my dialects;
Fluent in over six million dialects,
I will aid you however you see fit;
I translate language so it will fit,
I am N8LM a protocol droid.
he's color blind
does not find fault
or mind her picks
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see you in court!
she retorted
the short of it
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star trek parsec
wait a sec, what?
non sequitur
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low libido
sees her, "whoa, son!"
also rises
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singular pun
everyone missed
save one, of course
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Some first attempts at some Than-Bauk, will try again
3 lines, 4 syllables each: xxxa, xxax, xaxx
In the Confines of a Dream
By Sy Roth
Their skin touches mine
Hair on end in the cold, tickling,
Vibrating with amoebic fear on an endless loop.
I could not look.
They braved separation from each other,
Buttock to buttock, fearful of the trap
Where shame brays an insulting reality
Nascent scents buried in their catacomb.
Then a quiet and God’s name echoes in their canyon
Hear me. Hear me!
And the eye above peers, a blue orb.
If it could smile, it did.
The dream is long, an arduous journey,
Skins now cling to other skins
And long grooves are etched in it
Hieroglyphs of people predisposed to perish.
In the darkness, they find Jacob’s ladder
And the angel offers no consolation, wrestling with words
Hear me! Hear me! He hears not
And the screams are a balm to the others.
The azure eye above seals fate in their catafalque--
In brief remembrance of the host and their parsec of loss,
The conclusion, an electric denouement, a splash of exhalation,
A remote offering to the gods of fire.
I saw them, the cleansing men.
I parked above the heap
In sordid indifference to their bestiality
Clinging to the apex of our nightmare.
Supernova over Bethlehem,
a heavenly surprise,
What did the magi see,
when they gazed the sky,
Comet with bright tail,
one reasonable assumption,
My least favorite,
a planetary conjunction,
Truth be told,
we’ll probably never know,
I can’t help but ponder,
these cosmic shows,
Bearing in mind,
the significance for some,
Pointed to their savior,
all omnipotent one,
Who am I to deny,
having found so few answers,
Does not mean I’m running
a wheel with hamsters,
Questions, questions, writes
the story to my life,
Wise men l’m behind you,
just a parsec to the right.
By
David Kavanagh.
Bora-Bora seemed exotic
Bali and Mal -- tempting,erotic
The Arctic tundra, far away
The Congo, steamy: Stay away...
Now the world has shrunken so
No place is too far to go
That Star is but a parsec near
Time to go; my ride is here
you and me two particles
quantum entangled
a parsec apart
As I gaze at the starry sky,
a reflection I see of beauty akin to Versailles,
Venus the goddess shining so bright,
love for all in this dark twilight!
Jupiter floating across the sky,
elevated space on this pretty night,
there's nothing here to dissolve,
just the freedom of space to evolve.
A star from the creator's acre,
my dust from thy maker,
thy temple being very small,
a particle in thee galactic sprawl!
Chaos defined by humanity,
devoid in vacuum and singularity,
all the while time is precariously short,
bent along space lines, there's no star port.
Clouds of gas dissolve and whisps abound,
a parsec past where Mars' redness is found,
ever present emotions set ablaze,
from the light amongst this starry gaze.