a squeel on the tires frozen in time to watch the passerbys
a decorated soldier pierced with emotion as he hands out a poppy
thank him for his service
Salvation Army is covered with brightened pamphlets among the youth
the exploits of temporal emancipation
cover me through the leaves with cadence of a swell
the dealer hands out a trump card black
as if a Duracell battery on the radiator waiting to explode
the mere notion of sweet heightened laughter prepared for the great here after
a silence stills the pottery on the edge of desolation
we work words to intertwine the frequency
captivated by a pulse that negates a bit of laughter
Barren trees after the Fall look in disarray
fallen embers pump out its hesitation
Categories:
squeel, art,
Form: Free verse
Whispering winds upon futures foretold,
another adventure for the bird-drake behold.
Arrival at the village, covered and concealed,
the boy had to be silent, or his secret would be revealed.
Out of the torchlight, behind the wall,
The basket in hand, under the fence, he'd crawl.
His creature would squeel and squirm about,
Catching the attention of a nearby scout.
"What is that you have there boy?",
The would fall silent, expressionlessly coy,
"Just a hen for dinner" he'd reply,
To shake of suspicion with one simple lie.
The scout would shrug, nodding to the child,
Returning to his watch upon the distance wild.
The sour air and the starry skies,
And this new creature with wondrous blue eyes.
Was this his wish? A strange new pet?
Will it bring happiness? or naught but regret...
Categories:
squeel, fantasy, kid,
Form: Ballad
an empty wall lays bear
Not a lick of paint
Not a layer of wallpaper
No floral in sight
The wall is cold and still
brick by brick it decays
in each groove a layer of dust
Dances in the breeze
Not even cobwebs
Nor the tiniest of spiders
Have laid to rest
Not upon this wall
It is not a room
No other walls stand by it
Nor does a roof
Just a wall decaying in rain
Seasons come and seaons go
The wall stands all alone
Where did it come from?
No one knows
Where will go?
somwhere below
this lonely wall
Standing empty and bear
Faces come to see the wall
they sit on it
they lean on it
and they kick it
But no one knows
Just how it feels
Standing on its own
sunrise to sunset
Birds visit the wall
They squeel and squak
flitter and flatter
but the wall stays empty still
To you and me this may be a wall
Its rough exteior is quite content
The wall exits for no purpose
But any existence is a purpose
Categories:
squeel, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
those dancing lillies smile and wave
the leaves squeel in the winter winds
the falling clouds i cannot save
mr. nobody has no friends
the wind stalks my back
she whipsers in my ear
in your soul you are all black
but the wind i cannot fear
my hopping carrots jump out the fridge
the water running over the bridge
this may be surreal
but for me it is real
darkness creeps around
trees whipser my name
my head is the one to blame
this voice is the only sound
Categories:
squeel, fear,
Form: I do not know?
A good luck meal on New Years Day, consists of many things,
They say it makes a difference on what the New Year brings.
I got to thinking ,wow, what luck, for the pig that gave that chop,
that i stuffed with the dressing and put sour kraut on top.
He wasn't very lucky as anyone could see, and when I served the black eyed peas,
they were staring back at me.
As if to say, "your lucky meal was bought with a great cost.
It wasn't very lucky for the pig whose life was lost."
To myself I wondered , How can I eat this meal?
I was thinking about that piggy, I could even hear him squeel.
I bowed my head and said dear God, I know this food is blessed,
Help us to be so thankful for that pig who is at rest.
So as I passed the food along I said in words so clear,
Thank you pig for being food for my lucky year.
Categories:
squeel, adventure, animals, food, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Or you really in love with me
Or just loving what you see
Tis not enough to make the deal
True confessions from tires that squeel
Give it all or none will do
A real man of steel to fill big shoes
This is what I know about true love
Sent to me by creations from far above
To travel along that road with me
Must be more than a mere curiosity
To take the ultimate spinning ride
And still see me on the other side
Categories:
squeel, loveme,
Form: Rhyme