In Southern hemisphere,'
Winter flowing past here,
At Jack Frost we peer,'
Happy smiles do appear,
Winter sunshine is sheer,
Roses need a pruning shear,
Moonlit nights all clear,
Not much snow this year,
Not a ski bunny, dear,
Drought is what we fear,
Of farmers' plight we hear,
Send more rain in our sphere,
Looks like El Nino gear.
The squeaking trees
swayed back and forth
through the night
whining and aching
limbs snapping
and wind blowing
the structural wood failure
a tree begins to sway in the wind
typically a low deep groan
or creak followed by a sharp
pop and snap and ping
when the fibers began to
unravel and slit
the stresses of tension and shear
the fibers start to crack
the high pitched tearing or
ripping sounds
where fibers are being pulled apart
and fibers are sliding past one another
An early ship that set out to steer,
Not too far, not too near.
Stuck in the between, amidst the fear,
Battling those waves striking with shear.
Never too late to turn back and leave,
With the skies all dark and plainly heave.
But that ship - too firm to grieve,
Waiting for the waves to slowly cleave.
The waves calmed down in pastels of blues,
Drifting away those dark coastal hues.
Paving the way while leaving some clues,
For that ship to sail and find its muse.
I'm Not When
I'm Skin Bare
Because I
Have No Feathers.
No Flight No
Ruffled Glistening;
***Light Loves Love!***
But Now:
All Molted, All Shear...
Pride's Vanity All
Coughed Up.
***Ahhh... That's Better.***
Not Defenseless:
Thread-bare.
Un-Offensive
And...
Un-Offendable.
Abnormal And New...
*******
Feathers Sprouting!
(Phantom Wish.)
-Gray Squirrel
04-18-2026
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wind-shear snaps the cottonwood’s spine~
a bruised sky bleeds indigo ink.
dust devils whirl like dervishes gone feral.
cattle low, low, lowing--panic against barbed wire.
thermometer mercury plummets like a shot crow.
tin roofs shudder under sudden hail.
then: silence. Absolute.
the world holds its breath in blue.
Though blitzkrieg bombs drop like rain
We Brits shall smile with shear disdain
My Cuban cigar now bursts aflame
Like a dawn that ends our darkest hour
And burnt tobacco falls from its tip
Like future Nazi ashes they drip
From the bloody jaws of victory we will snatch defeat
I shall grab my bowler and cane to stroll down Downing Street.
Trapped in my head, I'm stuck in my past
Of you and me, fighting with our memories .
I want to reach out, but I can't pick up the phone
Your betrayal still hurts me, my love turned to stone
I lost my peace when I was you . Anxiety and depression was my only friend.
I know you're happy, but I'm struggling to forget
The memories of us, the love we used to shear.
My disappointment runs deep, I trusted you with my heart
Now it's broken, and I'm left to pick up the splinters not only the past.
Trust can't be fixed, it's hard to mend.
I'm happy for you, but my own heart's still hurting in the end
Behind these tears, I'm pretending to be okay
So no one will know, so no one will say
I'll gather the pieces of my heart, one by one.
I'll wish you well, hope you find happiness, even if I'm not the one
You deserve it, and I wish you all the best
Though it's hard for me, I'll find my own way to be in a better place where happiness will find me every day.
I use to want us but now I don’t .
I am now at peace every day and every night…my mental health is now at rest no more anxiety depression and stress.
O’ Mother!, take me back at last, receive
—(unclasped arms as vast as mine)—my embrace;
this longing, laughing love, the proof and grace
of my abiding for your shores.—I grieve
the lasting loss that shear struck—do believe
my grave and groveling art of disgrace,—
when ten years had but barely found their place
in my life. As with you then, now I leave
behind the home I’ve called as such awhile,
and answer your unbroken imperative:
anew with you! once more to your sweet heart!
I—through my candid, unshadowed smile—
effervesce—(so this is what it means to live!)
a new part! a chance for a novel start!
They all died
The lying died
Inside of her mind
I travel
Peeled rays of sunlight
A distant eclipse
The whale had
Executed it’s reasons
Casketing denial
Of flight
Thundering clap
Of freedom
Dismembermenting
And shear
Outfleshing law
And principle
To the news of breaching
She hid in forfeits plans
Filling your time
Plan
Plans against you explore
Laughter
The cosmic guess
None of witch
And only design
Never
Today perhaps a chore
Fast of hinge
Consequence of entry
Always the return of cold
Mysterious shape
Hidden tongues and story
Explain before it ends
All of me hidden beneath your creators fraud
Horrid love, royal failure with riddle
Silk woven princess notes
Listless ember, putrid coal
Resend your thoughts
Chained casket of jewels
Why are you not colored
Ashed powder considers more
Run, away forbidden suprise
The leaves, long gone, each golden child carried
on autumn draft to reach a season's death,
portends bitter squalls will blow the harried
vines with long, cruel winter's icy breath.
Now slumber long beneath the warming banks
upon your tender roots deep in the earth.
All while stillness patrols your sentried ranks,
you strengthen sap to bring a new year's birth.
The spice of burning wood pervades the air
as gentle snipping of the pruning shear
sets free your limbs for summer fruit to bear;
from tender newborn buds, which soon appear.
And so the cycle starts for wondrous vine
to once again turn sunshine into wine.
If I was an Ocean
Tour my calm waves and feel the balmy breezes
Become at ease
Far and wide would be my waters
Water of reflections and see through bottoms
Breathless Visions would be what my ocean would be called
The welcome of all boaters and Surfers
Happiness throughout
Light houses alert during the uncertain eventful storms
Horizons as far as the eyes could reach
Education through my seas
Once again capture the breezes
Photographic moment
The Night stars and Moon crystalize my waters
Pure cool fresh ocean
Sea to shining sea
Everything added what an ocean should be
Embrace and let it be joy
Through my oceans, and buoys along my oceans
Sea life of splendid
Swim and observe as you enter
The aroma of my fresh water
Shear Delight
Just don’t swim at night
No lifeguard will be in sight
Peaceful mind and soul
Clear thoughts
I am the ocean
Anchors away
Rapturous joy, sets my spirit alight,
Gliding in free-flight, with shear delight,
The frolicking, rollicking laughter, fills the air,
With dancing and happiness beyond compare,
My heart is aflame, no fears in sight,
I'm blown away by sheer delight.
The forest is a dark place.
Heavy going under the trees face
Faces of anguish and shear fear
The dog on top and being clear.
Not hiding away behind those branches
Live life, don't take any chances
The dog will come back and bite
If you let him in, which you might
Make the branches sway in the wind
Then the dog my rescind
This story is about your life
Not the animal causing strife
Make those branches a happy place
This forest truly is a safe space
The beast cannot get into the forest
And if he does turn him to dust
You are the victor of this condition
Your stronger than all the competition
Its your world, Live it how you can
you're an amazing woman or man
Oh ewe, oh ewe, dear don't you run away
I've come to play ‘Ba Ba’ with you, so will you stay?
I'm not going to shear you like I did before
I've left shearing tool behind 'cause my hands are sore
It's a beautiful day, and Uncle Sun is out
The bad wolf will not come hunting, we have dog scouts
We can play with the rams too, but beware of them
They have lusty designs on you and every femme
The stupid rams are so vain and proud of their horns
We'll send them, and dogs, chasing wolves into bush thorns
We'll dance all day to 'Old MacDonald Had a Farm...'
Evening we'll have fresh hay, blanket to keep us warm
Night we'll play 'Ba Ba Black Sheep Have You Any Wool'
When you're tired and drowsy, I'll shear you with my tool
Job done, I'll tuck you in, and put the wool away
‘Morrow, light and sprightly, you'll again want to play
The symbol of docility
In green lands of tranquility.
There’s more to lamb that meets the eye
Besides her nature, soft and shy.
Over its tender chops we drool
But not until we shear the wool.
Then sing along a song to weep
Over less fortunate black sheep.
Her dignity stripped by the ploy -
The Dame, the Master and the boy.
Doomed destiny of a poor lamb
Is far from fairy tale glam.
Let us salute each tender ewe
With love and respect overdue.
As they lull us into our sleep
While we recount them leap by leap.
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