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Paul the squirrel tucked acorns 'neath his chin,
dreamt of tides and boarding in~
a tail for rope, a nut for gold,
his oak ship creaked, both brave and bold.
So Paul climbed the mast so vast~
Oak tree rigging, held on fast.
Acorn doubloons filled his chest,
With whiskey in paw,
Whispered, Aye, the West is best!
But storm clouds loomed—his tail went slack~
when oak-leaves turned his raft aback.
Yet home he scampered, safe and spry,
to stash his loot in his piebald tie.
I dreamt it in stone
whilst I softly slept
unhurried thoughts
as others wept
exist as one
that is the dream
but the dream is undone
kneeling and wretched
prostrate on the ground
serene and believing
salvation found
by the light of the moon
it's possible to see
the most favoured
most becoming
version of me
I've taken up space
fashioned as ornate
with no way to speak
as a protected state
but thoughts run rife
impossible to still
what bodies can't encapsulate
within the shape that they fill
my bones tell a story
my mind doesn't understand
I agreed wholeheartedly
as horizons are scanned
let me be enveloped by the sandman
lost in a faraway stare
just outside of time
perhaps my purpose lies there
Paul P. Pepperidge the Eighth is a pompous ass
a dragon born to wealth, who has always known first class
he speaks to no inferiors, we are all that, you know
a braggart, a bigot, a bully, ready to blow
If George Martin was the 5th,
as alleged,
and Yoko (possibly) the 6th,
as was said,
is AI the 7th Beatle
now John and George are both dead?
Altho' John, Paul, George, Ringo & AI
doesn't have quite the same ring to it,
'Now And Then', from 1979,
was a 2023 megahit.
Paul Durcan passed away in May this year.
I didn't know he had existed,
Until I read his poem about the death of his father
His father loved the radio;
As does mine.
We read ourselves.
After reading his Wikipedia page,
My son and daughter excitedly burst into the room.
They wanted me to go look at something.
Paul
Come to me now
It is time for us
To climb the stairway to heaven
It will take us all the way to heaven
When we get there
Our father will open the door
And he will let us
In heaven
I will cure you for ounce for wall
Because I will put an end
To your sickness
Paul
All you have to do now
Is change into your cotton gown
Then you can go and rest in your
Brass bed
All night
Don't worry about tomorrow
Paul
Because I will wake you up
Early in the morning
Paul
AIso tomorrow we will work together
In my vegetable garden
We will clean up the vegetable garden
We will remove the weeds
That takes a long time todo
We have all day to do that
Then we will plant the vegetable seeds
That will grow into vegetables
Then when it is ready for pick up
We will give it
To our servants
To cook for us
And we will eat the vegetables for dinner
Took life to task..And wrote of a mask.'
---- Sorely the remains of " Paul Perkins"
...is not beneath nothing it's not his true self that resides below. But is his remains flesh, bone, skeletor and teeth. His choose essence is within Spirit as a soul goes back to God. The breath God gave him. And the family he left behind that is how we now can see him
PAUL PERKINS
Grandfather
Brother Uncle Husband
11/25/25
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
18th April 1775 on the strong big-boned mare
'Brown Beauty' may have been her name
borrowed from John Larkin a very good horse
of Narragansett Pacer fame
a copper-bottomed silversmith
Son of Liberty Patriot and Boston-born
riding with Prescott and Dawes toward Lexington
then Concord minutemen in advance to warn
of the British Army's actions
was intercepted in Lincoln but doing his bit
the man had lanterns as the plan
and arranged to have a signal lit
in the Charlestown Old North Church
with one if by land two if by sea
but in those long-gone days
as it was unknown technology
right then and there
it was quite unlikely to see
three if by air
some say vestryman Pulling and sexton Newman
(not a deacon)
as the midnight rider never made it all the way
were the real heroes of the day in fact quite a beacon
prissy
picky
persnickety
particular
pernickety
Paul
pursued
uptight
Eunice
for he was fascinated with her creativity, her wildness and her lack of rules
limits had never applied to her, she was a free-spirit,
someone unlike anyone he had ever met
He feared if he did not capture her heart
he would continue on in his unsatisfying, misunderstood, angry life path.
Cut the budget
Cut the fraud
Cut the bullcrap
Cut the lies
Cut, cut, cut it out!
Finding ways to reduce spending while spending is diabolical. Spending millions on a military parade is waste management at its finest.
What in the Big Beautiful Baffling Bill is going on?
When I was young we use to say, “Robbing Peter to pay Paul.” The “rich” are probably clueless to this saying, but the struggling people lived, know and understand the meaning of this statement.
“Robbing Peter to pay Paul” meant, taking from one to give to another. More like, taking from one end to make ends meet on another end. For example, taking some of the money from the light bill to put that money on the water bill.
Ssh, the way I see it, when it comes to this administration, it’s robbing Peter and Paul.
Mary Alin Travers
grew up to do what mattered
she sang with Peter and Paul
and with her voice did us enthrall
Before you came
I spoke through rivers
and trees, the flat plains
spilling distance out to where
the world was a mirage
and time shimmered dreamlike
plunging downwards
into a vast inner sea.
Fish swam where now rocky
outcrops rise above the red earth
and exotic lifeforms floated
silently through a celestial dark.
All was an ocean of dream,
creations womb where earth,
sky and water were one
before being born
and pulled apart.
Paul talked tough, said he wanted to pulverize his enemy
But didn’t have one as far as any of us roommates could see
I’d mangle and maim them like a warrior wrecking ball
His only enemies are on video games, our friend Paul
Paul Frederick Simon
who is nicknamed rhymin’
for a while on Art Garfunkel was reliant
and gave us The Sounds of Silence
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