*What A Horrifying Idea!!!*
Do You Really Think
Anything That's Absolutely
Guilty, Can Really Have:
* Any Pleasure *
At ALL?
That's Why I'm Stupid.
(And An EVEN Useless Stupid.)
"A Withered Waterlogged
Pot-Metal Infused Bent
Trunk On A Clod In A
Never Ending Flood."
But I'm:
1. >>> Not Guilty.
2. >>>> Defenseless Stupid.
&
3. >>>>> Out Of MY PLACE.
-Gray Squirrel
08-31-2026
Enjoy the little pleasures
By Michelle Morris
23/08/2026
This beautiful life
Is calling out your name
Remember all your childhood dreams
We're here to enjoy the game
Even in the darkest night
The stars will shine for you
And morning will bring the light again
The sun shines on for me and you
Enjoy the little pleasures
Like ice creams melting in the sun
Waves lapping on the sandy shore
Children laughing, having fun
Enjoy the little pleasures
Count each and every one
Let them bless your life each day
Magic and mystery all done
Our lives are made so beautiful
Through these moments small
Like precious little sparks
Inspiring the hearts and souls of all
So, let this beautiful life
Keep calling out your name
To remind you that you're here to thrive
Through every blessed day
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Daiiy run
much fun
By the creek
pleasure seek
Use thumb
guitar strum
Tibetan rite
anti -ageing delight
Crossword puzzle
no hustle
Sun bake
tan make
Fruit breakfast
hunger past
Early rise
before sunrise
With wife
joyous life
Grandchildren come
happy hum
Blue sky
eagles fly
Stay home
write poem
Some say life makes no greater sense
Except the mere survival
The others take life as a chance
To defeat their worst rivals
Camus saw life's absurdity
Epicurus taught pleasures
Gods claim life is a moral duty
To get the paid off measure
What’s life for us, my darling love?
I’d say to me it’s clear
That none I mentioned here above
Can cover what we hear
In singing of the morning birds
And what we chat of over tea
Cannot relate to the absurd
And neither to the duty..
Quiet pleasures in
A sounding fury.
I'm sworn to there. Through whom stilled
Is by stream, gushy.
And here, more staggering yet
For unlikeliness
Through my own at the window
Contemplative knacks.
A thunderous rain nigh cracks!
Storm-tossed. A treed mess.
Dust off the angels
hang the lights and mull the wine
prepare a hundred thousand welcomes
for the season grows merry
and my hunger for it is as sharp as teeth.
Flip the script, turn away tired work,
give play its moment on the throne
let pleasures combine and laughter chime
let much too much be much too little
All else is detour.
.
.
Songs for this:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_34.mp3
Simple pleasures
Like all the rest
Will come and go
But without stress
Since they simply
Fade in due course
Without grasping
Can hold no force
To keep us bound
In habits strong
With mind confused
By right or wrong
For what has been
Or soon may be
Just falling leaves
From every tree
Since easy come
And easy go
This easy wind
Our troubles blow
To bring us here
And leave us now
This sacred space
Of nameless Tao
(11/14/25)
We are most wisely appreciated
and anticipated
in the press
of public fame
and the stress
of personal gain
Not
by the quantity
of our autocratic popularity
But
by the quality
of our democratic integrity.
In this peacefully pleasing warm regard,
perhaps we poignantly reconsider
Quantities are measured
by cognition performing
verbally recognized passions
while qualities are felt
through intuition engaging
preverbally connecting pleasures
Defaming risks of loss
emerge through systemic trauma
disassociation infamy
against opportunities to gain
through transformative
reassociation favored fame
Extensively requalifying
EarthMother's therapeutic potential
for democratic integrity.
The Pleasure Remembered.
I saw her in a cafe yesterday; years had not been kind to her
her hair was matted, her skin was dry, and her lips were a sullen grimace,
not quite hiding her miss- coloured teeth.
Once, we slept entwined. I kissed the body and often burrowed
my head in her honey pot and drank her love juice like divine nectar.
She was sitting there, a lonely woman, thinking of her youth,
lost in thought, and her tea was getting cold.
It made me think of the nature of love; there must be a physical
Attraction first, loving the person comes later.
If I met her for the first time today, there would be no physical
attraction, but perhaps she would have had something interesting
to say. I just heard her cooing and sexual rapture.
The thought of sleeping with now was depressing, and for doing
that...no. But we did fly on wings of passion too high for us, and
we burst into flames, only ashes left.
She looked around but didn´t
Recognize me, why should she
A fat, bald man reading a paper?
Nicotine is making a comeback
analog cigarettes are making a comeback
so many students are nicotine positive.
Every girl has Zyn by her drink at the bar
which used to be seen as a BRO-y vibe.
I’m not taking a view, I’m unbothered by it.
because
I’m hooked as well - I might as well admit it.
I’m into placebos these days and and I’m abjectly
rendered dumb by their unspeakable pleasures.
I went to an acapella concert last night and OMG!
I was mollywhopped (knocked out).
.
.
Acapella songs for this:
They - The Harvard-Radcliffe Veritones
Finesse (Remix) by The SoCal VoCals
Viva La Vida by Buffalo Chips
24k Magic by Acasola
.
.
....
Trump has everyone quivering
he cornh0led those cowards at CBS
but you know who ain’t backing down?
South Park. I LOVE those guys.
Trigger warning. This is EXPLICIT and hilarious.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Afetnw70S04
I Once Warned Ai
That It's Very
Suggestive:
To Cl-Ai-m A
Pregnant Camel
Has Three
Humps.
Humor Is
Simple-E Magic.
-Gray Squirrel
07-23-2025
He always makes my raised legs quiver and become so numb.
He always puts me into a deep daze in which I feel so dumb.
He always make me happier, never leaving me feeling glum.
I used to care about my looks
Never bothered reading books
I used to chase that money tree
Surely then I could be free
I cared too much what people thought
About the many things I bought
I cared too much that I had to be right
Never bothering to be polite
I chased the notion of importance
Whereby I could make a stance
I chased acceptance from richer fools
Thinking it might make me cool
But now I’m older and with a wry smile
I contemplate that flawed lifestyle
Now I’m older it’s crystal clear
We are promised nothing each year
I crave the simple pleasures life serves
There are no special privileges I deserve
I crave nature and all it beholds
I take my time awaiting how life unfolds
The simple things surely matter the most
Those trappings I shall no longer boast
When we are no longer here what shall we miss?
It will be nature, family, friends and a loving kiss.
life’s little things
finds heart singing
the zing of bliss
Since, I was only a braided, wee bit of a thing….
Pizza, was even better than owning a diamond ring.
It was a taste of Italia and great camaraderie also….
We were joyful ano no time for pretentious snoberry.
I do confess to you I could eat Italian to this day…
Sausage, provolone, garlic, divine alchemy, any day!
Add a spellbinding, multicolored, melting candle…
The romantic centerpiece, was more than I could handle.
For decades, this delicious food, in my leaves me excited…
Today…..even the thought of it, makes me so delighted!
7/24/2024
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.