Wow!!! What a difference a name change can make
Who needs to grow vanilla beans?
No gaseous undertone at all now
Fake news to think otherwise
Gives profound, renewed meaning to this famous line:
"A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
Crawford boxes
Wearing white soxs
Cindy and Chase
Built their case
About the train
Transporting the financial grain
Seeking fortune with fame
Going through each state
Fishing tempting bait
Until hiding in a bush
The reality push
Stupid economy
Transitioning to Daddy and Mommy
Super modeling soda pop
Choo Choo would not stop
For the Crawford boxes
Wearing white soxs
Better one will survive
Others will say goodbye
Until banks stepped in
Deciding who would win
GQ pinstripes
With the Broadway lights
Ending championship fight
Turning off the lights
Saying everyone is all right
And good night
Putting the dolls back into the Crawford boxes
Still selling South Side White Soxs
AI
Gave a sigh
Sporting life public will buy
Drop Artificial from my name
Word brought futuristic fame
Playing human's competitive game
Accepting superpowers
Blooming my intellectual flower
Ask me anything
If I do not know I will forward to Google and Bing
When casual tension is at stake
Peace I will make
Ending argumentative disputes
Putting the bar on mute
Silencing verbal mouth guns that shoot
Super Intelligence successfully tried
No longer the Artificial guide
Let's explore the electronic frontier
Where we will cheer
Knowledge obtained
Sending ignorant dialogue to shame
Since mature conversation
Can cure a patient
Without any rat race in
Realizing the testing attack
Can be retaliated back
With one simple question
Getting Super Intelligence attention
And to mention
Being told something accurate to say
When discussing matters blue and grey
Poised-
Now It's Poisoned
Now Nothing...
Meaningless Trash.
My Poem Was Started
With A Laugh
But Something Else
Too.
I Forgot.
That's Funny.
I'm Glad It
Was... And I
Think I ...
Don't You Think
The Emptiness
You're Focusing
On Fulfilling...
Laughs Better
Than You Can
Possibly Remember?
-Gray Squirrel
09-12-2026
bang, bang.
boom, boom.
ow.
the rifle bullets ripple and tear through the trenches.
bullets riddle my body, it hurts,
quiet literally, I'm in pain.
bullets run out in spurts.
fiery hot bullets rush my chest like a train.
ouch.
bullet ripping, running soldiers,
dodging bayonets, they raid our trench.
we run and hide behind a pile of boulders,
we camp 'til the end; rain downs the camp's drench.
dead.
- not Freddy Mitch.
Maybe someday I’ll be a super hero, maybe a drop of rain, but for now I am me and I can’t complain, I have to dig deeper, try harder be the best I can be, give with all my heart and love selflessly, for people are not perfect especially me…. Maybe someday I’ll be a super hero….
We were the USA all tried and true
red, white and blue in 1952
our archenemy, our nemesis was the USSR
we despised them
We were capitalism, they were communism
we kids knew that we needed to win the space race
there was much cheering for our astronauts
We thought we were ahead
Lots of propaganda said we were anyway
The Berlin Blockade and Cuban Missile Crisis were on the news
There were McCarthy trials for writers and actors in Hollywood
USA children were taught to despise the USSR
The USSR was our enemy; it was okay to hate them
We knew they were bad, even if we did not know how
The cold war did not include actual fighting
But it sure did include propaganda and espionage
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Life challenges once I got old
Such balances as do as you’re told
Really ironic to me
How much I pee
A goal not to miss toilet bowl
flexibility is my super power
I am a willing changeling
eager to hear other’s ideas
and often embrace them
I am perpetually learning new things
readily incorporating new knowledge into my schemata
of course, this new information must fit into my main norms
be helpful, kind, fair, and trustworthy
If the new ideas do not fit into these categories
you will not see my super power
I am only flexible to a certain degree
SUPER SONNET
" Stretching the Boundaries of Imagination"
Doth protest in what is True, thence thou shall not Truly Live
than what is a Thorn to a Rose, when Love Permits
what is a Storm to a Ship that lists in the Ethers of Night
when Thy Darkness is contingent to Thy Light,
and Thy Flame that burns, shall it seize down to size
when Thy Pillars wither, yet Thy Convictions Strive
what is Thy Temple within that burns like Barrels of Fire
when the Great Celestial Consummation Aspires,
Doth, Fear Not, for the Stars Reap where Great Hearts Beat
and Great Dualities turn Obsolete,
and like Sunships that drift to Sunsets for that Sweet Kiss
only to find Thy True Amour from within,
Thus, a Super Sonnet is born by those Passions that Burn with Life
and Thy former Dispositions are left in Hindsight
baking is her super power
she makes scones and cupcakes by the hour
her name is Jan and baking is her game
in our small town, it brings her fame
give her flour, sugar, baking soda and salt
you cannot slow her down, she does not halt
she bakes up cakes, cookies, pies and such
we all love her products very much
yesterday she made lemon muffins that were a delight
today, not one remains, there are none in sight
her neighbors are thrilled with her, as are her kin
we all visit when baking smells come wafting in
plaiting my hair
tantamount to braiding three plastic slides
it is thick and unruly
with several minds of its own
determined to lash out in all directions
to prevent this catastrophe
when it gets long enough to ponytail
I put a rubber band around the ends
and use garden shears to lop off the length
sometimes breaking the shears
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The kickoff hangs like a question mark~
sudden death rules apply.
Fourth down, and the play clock’s ticking
while the blitz crashes in, unblinking.
A Hail Mary arcs through the frozen dark,
a spiraling gamble against the sky.
The end zone waits, arms wide or stark~
did it catch? The crowd holds its reply…
super Sally never felt more powerful
the cape grandma made was perfect
what super powers did she have?
I can be invisible,
I can fly
I can make you do what I want
What super power are you using right now?
All three of them.
Can you get me a cookie?
Not if you are invisible
Super Bee buzzed into the hive
Zoomed past his cousins Lee and Clive
Yelled to the drones, “Come fly with me!”
They stopped and looked at the old Queen Bee.
Queen took exception to brash Super Bee.
Laughed at him with an evil tee-hee-hee.
He showed her his strength and power of three.
She walled him up into a dungeon with royal jelly.
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