I could sit and veg in this chair all day
there are other tasks, there’s another way
living room is darkened and so I stay
I’m getting older, turning soft and gray
I’d never have done this back in the day
used to dance all day with a hey hey hey!
I would have never sat, or prone lay
Yet now here I sit, feeling okay
When They Said "BEST!"
They Meant The
Sneakiest Cheaters
Can Always WIN!!!
Well IIIIIIII'lllllllll B.
Now, Guess The Capital I
From The Lower Case L.
Good Luck, I Gave
You A Hint.
***
Wait, The Sneakiest Cheaters
Don't Get Caught.
Ah, HA!
-Gray Squirrel
09-04-2025
Now it is time we sat down for supper
and manage the distance we will cover
before learnt fellows bite our dead soma
with foolish teeth borrowed from myxoma.
Nobody is happy at this table
I wait for the first step to be stable.
Surely one day,
I won’t know ‘alone’.
Surely one day,
I won’t go,
I won’t go anywhere alone.
Surely one day,
I can hold on to you,
Whenever I’m cold.
Surely some way,
I can hum to you,
The tune to our song.
I don’t know no dance,
But you make me laugh,
Smile,
I’m stuck in your trance.
You know you cross my mind,
You make my heart beat,
So fast,
I wanna slow dance.
sitting or doing
dying or moving
a slug in a chair or a dance down a stair
choosing apathy or energy
to move or not to move
to hold a couch down or plant a willow tree
inside doing nothing or outside doing everything
sitting or doing
plunking or moving
stationery or frenzied
choosing fat or muscles
sitting or doing
dying in a recliner or digging a garden
watching TV or wrestling a bear
the choice is yours
something small almost imperceptible is crawling across the porch
I have to get closer to see it; it is a tiny bug, so small it has no color
I wonder if my dogs have noticed; but they are asleep, not caring
leaves of my lilac tree capture my attention next; they seem to shimmer.
a different color on the back, kind of a silver sheen.
a tiny wren or sparrow flies downward; this interests me.
Birds usually fly up, unless there is rain water to dabble in.
This one landed on the edge of the cat door and promptly went inside.
Does she have a nest in my garage? This was curious.
She went in that flap as if it was her flap.
there is a whoo whoo whoo sound now
an owl in the afternoon? My ears struggle to hear.
Yes, it is an owl. In the day time? They are nocturnal!
Whoo Whoo Whoo; a third call.
This was remarkable.
A large shadow of a raptor brings my eyes skyward.
It is huge, black, a turkey buzzard?
Now there are two, now three, my final count is six.
They are circling above the marsh. Is there something dead?
I shudder.
One of my dogs is having a daymare. He is shuddering.
I lean down and pat him a bit, to reassure him.
sweet puppy is lying next to me in my recliner
we are sharing a pillow
I use it to hold my I-pad
he plunked his head on a large corner of it
He is like a baby furnace
I stroke his soft hair as he sleeps
Both of us content in front of a droning TV showing nothing important
A little bird sat upon my window steel,
Cheep cheep it hummed as I sat so still,
I wondered how where and when ,why and if ever it had adventures yet,
For I sit still and gaze about no adventures here near or bound,
Sadness forms from sitting still for if I had wings I'd fly free will,
Never more never less the Birdy I assume has many adventures yet!
What are the clouds sitting on?
Carved castles
Powerful shapes and delicate dollops
But clouds are flat on the bottom.
The clouds are flat on the bottom.
They are like my great, great, great wrinkly old aunt Mildred.
They must be sitting
On an invisible something.
A divide in atmospheric pressure?
A mile-high, sky-top of our own human smog?
Or the wall that the dragons fly above
(But we cannot see them through this blinding shield)
The clouds are sitting on top of
Something invisible.
What a lucky something,
What a lucky us.
Thank you for holding up the clouds.
I usually give my dogs a treat in Cousin’s Park
This is where my grandchildren once played.
It has a fort, two slides, a swingset, and other kid stuff.
The grandchildren have outgrown it.
I should rename this Dog Park.
But we have a metal sign that says Cousin’s Park.
I don’t want to take that away from the grandchildren.
Sometimes they come up here and goof around.
Pretending they are little again.
Today I popped the lid off the treat tub.
My puppy pushed his head inside, so I could not see.
Dragged things of mine out of it.
My older dog waited. He is more polite.
They both know there are treats in here.
I am glad the raccoons have not found them yet.
I know they would have no trouble whipping off this plastic lid.
I give each dog a treat and settle down to write.
I write ten poem a day up here.
Sitting in it.
The evening sunlight stretched across my lap
like a thin blanket just meant to keep my legs warm.
Birds chirp as they nestle in the trees.
Their mother's outstretched arms.
Fairies flicker in the golden light
singing the flowers to sleep.
Spirits of the sky and dirt bustle about
as the day slips into night.
Honey colored rays fade into pale blue steel.
Fade into charcoal gray.
Fade into black.
And, I am sitting in it.
The stillness of the dark comforting me,
same as the light.
Thales the monist
(But Phales first)
Anaxamander's apeiron
Bound by Thales's thirst
Aristotle's forms are particular
He found Plato forms peculiar
A dualistic idealist
Mathematically sure
(Or so he thought)
and no one bought
Pythagoras's mysticism
Mathematical or not
And then there's Kant
A metaphysical agnostic
Hume's empiricism
Is left to criticism
And Barkley left a theological veneer
On a history of philosophy so *****
Leaving no one to know for sure
We'll God knows, and knows why
He doesn't discover anything new
He doesn't learn anew or is surprised
(So if your tempted to call it Murphy's Law)
Call on Him the Original Know-It-All
Attempting to think
As these reasoners of Greece
If I reason a
thirty-secondly
Of these, that'll give me peace
I must admit this
it is not how I
get my kicks, Reading all this
course material
so prolix, In all
fairness I must bequeath to
give my attention
to my teacher, To
study in waters muddy
Van Til and Bahnsen
make clear to reason
properly and retain a
child's ear, So don't
follow the world
Or seek its destination
By implication
Follow Christ and His
example, there is ample
Evidence for it
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It is over sixty degrees today
Unusually warm for pre-March Kansas
I sit on my porch, sunbathing
Wearing corduroy slacks, a jacket and tennis shoes
A swift breeze gives my face a bit of a chill
My fingernails are black, so I do a little grooming
What did I get into? The black comes out as crumbles.
My dogs are overjoyed that I am out here.
They run up and down the length of the porch, showing off.
Every time I think I will shake the rug, a dog lands on it.
There is a siren sound in the distance, it has desperation
Our ears go up, but none of us bark
We are as respectful of that siren as a soldier could be
I look at the remnants of woebegone snow
It looks sad, knowing its days are numbered
A late February day in Kansas
Porch sitting and listening
Curiously no bird sounds
I hear a neighbor for a brief second, only a few words
Advantage of living in the country
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