Do you see this home I made,
as well, the streets, houses and moon?
You are just a game I play,
ceasing to exist very soon.
Once out of sight, out of mind;
mere puppets dancing on my strings;
Life is illusion, you'll find
no magic with what freedom brings.
I will create the rainbows
or thunder as my mood dictates;
My rules, nobody knows,
along with all your future fates.
If you deign to interfere
I'll fill you full of distraction;
Better say your prayers right here
and give us both satisfaction.
I know I am going to die,
but I do not know at all when.
And will my life be satisfied and complete?
But it will not matter anymore then.
(09.04.2026)
I'm a fairly contented hound.
What I seek is not profound.
As long as I have a snout to sniff,
that certain something to take a whiff,
and a tail to briskly wag,
my life's in the bag.
That Isn’t
A Very
Satisfying
End.
We Forget
How A
Punch-line
Works.
You Had
To Rush...
All Very
Obligatory.
Lucky You.
It'll Tickle
Your Funny
Bone!
Endlessness.
No Credits.
*Portal.*
-Gray Squirrel
05-25-2026
There's a lot to be said
for silence
but you won't hear it from me
I'm satisfied tongue-tied
as the less said the more I see
and even if the point is moot
'tis a wise owl
who don't give a hoot
YY UR YY UB IC UR YY 4 ME
(Too wise you are too wise you be I see you are too wise for me)
The storm sneaked into the valley
She had no forethought of what she might do
But the more she thought about the town
And what they had done to her trees
The angrier she became
These morons had cut down almost every tree around her meadow
There was no windbreak, so she figured they deserved an EF5
She came in quietly, just a little wind at first.
By noon the clothes were blowing off the clotheslines
The chairs were blown off of their porches
She had worked herself into a frenzy
Before she was finished there were twelve hundred dead
That should have satisfied her, but she was getting a taste for blood
This full blown tornado approached the next town, laughing in thunder.
walnut tree was now slightly blemished
deer had done lots of damage
getting his antlers off
tree did not mind
felt like a willing partner
available every year
he smiled as white tail flew into thicket
Good eye for butterfly
He got closer
No one knows why
The butterfly got spooked
Flew way up high in the sky
The nature lover began to cry
Good eye for a turtle now
He got down in the weeds, where doggies chow
Looked for turtles but found a snake
Then a brook, finally a lake
Nature lover was satisfied
Followed the lake to a river wide.
I know, I am not good.
But I am perfect for me.
I know, nobody's love me.
But i live in happy.
I have no friends, I am alone.
But I haven't a sadness.
I know I can't laught together with peoples.
But I laught alone.
If I remember the old days,
I close my eyes.
People says I should to shy,
But how I can say I am satisfied?
Satisfied cat can sleep at the drop of a hat.
She can squeeze herself into those, this and that.
We find her asleep this morning in a goldfish bowl.
She is snoring away, like a fisherman without a pole.
Yesterday she was asleep in my underwear drawer.
She patted down my unmentionables until they were sore.
The day before she was asleep in a milk crate outside.
Luckily we knew she sometimes chooses this place to hide.
Our cat is unruffled, she can sleep anywhere.
With loud snoring sounds, she shows no one a care.
She is the cat who only puts up with us two times a day.
When were put out her kibble or put water in her electric tray.
retired beautician
arms, elbow deep in shampoo
volunteers daily at the local elder care
residents line up
three doorways deep
down the hall
waiting their turn
at free furbish
she donates time and energy
knowing that she may be
the only outsider
they've seen or heard all week
she chooses her words with caution
none flow slipshod off her tongue
she goes home, strangely satisfied
May 3, 2023
Refining Consciousness
Unseeking Seeker
a refining of the attribute of poor self-esteem
on the part of the residents as well as the beautician
ig goofy basset hound, Brethren B. Bibble Butt was fun.
He liked living with Charmaine, she was as bright as the sun.
She kept her personality under wraps, preferred to read and sit.
Brethren B. Bibble Butt liked her lively funny enthusiastic whit.
We do not need any other two-legged, he told her in his way.
She liked the way he rubbed her chair, he was a dog to stay.
She had a boyfriend long ago, but he was not as entertaining as BBBB.
You are my guy, she told Brethren, you are more than enough for me.
Will find more hapiness,
Indulge in work with kindness,
Will sleep with satisfied soul,
Will always play active role,
Will became good person,
On the life's way whatever be happen,
Will Achive all that want,
With patience & perseverance like that ant,
Stepping ahead following the heart,
Will gives meaning to life
With the new start,
Will brought a change want to see,
Will stand firm like a tree,
Became healthy with peaceful mind,
Will preserve the lesson always be kind,
Get deserve for not deserve today,
Will get that strength by doing a pray,
And hope happen above all,
By more than today..
- Somnath A Chandapure
In it not much of a meal,
A half dozen not a big deal,
My regular canteen I still approach
And for trying the stuff self reproach;
At the canteen appeasing A Fooled Tank
And having God to truly thank …
One is not to popcorn munch,
While targeting a classic lunch:
The Thinnest Starch for playful crunch;
Eaters don’t see much of the bunch …
To God, I’m faintly grateful,
After a Popcorn and that’s unfaithful!
Of the Non-Given Reverence mindful
But of My Cleansing not needful …
It shouldn’t often be a Mortal’s Homage
And, I trust, God wouldn’t a belly damage.
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