A squirrel named Lou lived up a tree
with tastes refined as tastes could be.
He’d sniff acorns, then pout and say,
“Again? I had those yesterday.”
One afternoon he found a plate
of spaghetti—fresh, al dente, great.
He twirled each noodle with such flair,
like a tiny chef with perfect hair.
He slurped a strand, then struck a pose
with parmesan dust on his nose.
He’d scamper off, then shout, “Encore!”
and steal lasagna from your door.
One day he tried a ravioli~
declared it “too square, too holy.”
But fettuccine made him sing,
and penne made him do a fling.
The umbrella sings to the moon,
claiming it knows the secrets of monsoons.
The moon replies with a lavender tune~
and the night twirled in surreal whimsy.
A teacup floats past on gentle breeze,
reciting poems to bewildered trees.
The trees applaud with rustling ease~
and the night twirled in surreal whimsy.
A clock forgets the meaning of its hands,
wandering off to join the dreaming sands.
Time giggles, losing all its demands~
and the night twirled in surreal whimsy.
I would say off with their heads
the queen’s evil cousin said
Lawanda, the queen kept mum
sometimes her cuz could speak rather dumb
you should have edicts, make them eat cake
said her brother, whose marriage did not take
the queen mother had oodles of advice too
give them the raspberry, throw them a shoe
the queen had no idea the trouble she would see
when she was in power and could write a decree
Be kind to each other, be generous and fair.
She wrote it out and waved her wand in the air
What about power? Don’t you want to be in charge?
This idiotic idea was issued to her by her Aunt Marge.
I want to have a kingdom that is full of people who care.
So saying, the queen twirled her sceptre in the air
I had sworn off that feeling
Long before
Like a Dragonstone around my Essos.
I was good at it, I swear
Could scroll through dozens reels
without that familiar ache,
could listen to Tu Hai Kahan
like it's just a background noise
A language I'd forgotten how to speak.
Then she happened
Like sunlight through a crack
I didn't even know existed,
in my Dragonstone
And I fought it.
God, I fought it...Until my last breath
Reminded myself of sleepless nights,
of unanswered texts,
of promises
But she, She was just effortlessly indelible
laughed at her own jokes
before anyone else could,
got excited about mountains
and the way she twirled in that Eid dress
Bangels chimming like sea waves
On her wrist
Now I'm here again
thinking maybe
just maybe
one last time
I won't end up
picking pieces of myself
from someone else's floor..
Maybe This time
I won't have to..
Archive Aug'25
Evil angel why does you run from pain?
Evil angel what is going on again?
Evil angel why do you fear the coin toss.
Evil angel what would happen if you got tossed?
Any outer, stout, pouting white powder,
Could take you to some cloud?
Gimme a break for crying out loud...
Age will bring fables,
Some despise those that lie.
The next page will be stable,
Yet you must still attempt to try,
The force is unbalanced,
But we aren't watching Star Wars,
Sure, you have some talent,
Yet, this next period will draw its sword...
Eve must have heaved, bereaved, while leaving the lot...
A Dom realized the change when,
They both fell fruitless when they got...
Caught up in it,
Sick of it,
Sticking to the ,
That only through the pits,
One forgets,
It is very, very sick,
I quit...
Tick Tok tick
Just for another little bit,
When the world gets twirled around again,
Then sticks to the drip,
When there are no more fits,
While getting lit.
...
Built unsinkable
She carried her crew proudly
Dresses, wine, and charms
Women twirled into men's arms
Now their ghosts dance in the sea
At the grand old Springtime Mingle Fest,
Folks arrived all groomed and dressed their best.
One wore stripes with dots,
One brought fifteen pots,
And one came in pajamas for “comfort and rest.”
A banker discussed gourmet cheese
With a pirate who sneezed in the breeze.
A poet nearby
Recited to pie,
While bees chased a man through the trees.
A lady named Myrtle from Maine
Danced wildly like runaway rain.
She twirled with a mop,
Knocked over the punch pot,
Then blamed it entirely on Spain.
A shy little fellow named Clyde
Tried mingling but mostly just sighed.
He smiled at a chair,
Spilled soup in his hair,
Then proudly announced, “Socialized!”
Two cats crashed the gathering hall,
Ignoring good manners and all.
They stole half the fish,
Licked every dish,
Then napped on the mayor’s best shawl.
The music grew louder at nine;
An uncle attempted to shine.
He moonwalked too hard,
Fell straight in the yard,
And rose saying, “Just part of the line!”
By midnight the minglers agreed
That chaos was all they would need.
For though things went wrong,
They laughed loud and long—
And friendship grew faster than weed.
unsouled seem I as binary star
a twin forever separated in time
space holds ace yet cause and effect
must harvest its dues, no tasty stew
breathed as one by the One
masculine to ground feminine
to sky ~ high is low, mirroring sows
east ties west, four feet be blessed
hearts entwined for missions divine
dualistic artistic to be realistic
black with white etheric swirls
through aeons timelines twirled
union within is goal to achieve
like worker bees we do believe
yin-yang is Almighty's conceive
unsouled we weave to finally
c l e a v e ~
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Honorable Winner Poem
Allpoetry Contest: Theme : unsouled
May 26
Our essence is bliss, caged in a trance state,
living in a vessel borrowed from earth,
wherein hypnotised, we know not our worth,
as we’re twirled about in fierce winds of fate.
As a child our heart was bubbling in mirth,
by day and night and never did abate
but as we grew, fear forms began to bait,
so the cause of angst we had to unearth.
We struggled and strived to set our soul free,
so plunged into the void of cessation,
poised in silence, vibrance animated,
seeking no outcomes and roaming carefree,
our aliveness itself, meditation,
thus discovering God’s light as fated.
I am in the dancing mood, my sister said
She twirled and whirled, kicking up to her head
I played my dulcimer, and tried not to look
She’s such a show off, my sister Shook
Shook laughed at me, her joy flinging off
She did not see my eye roll or hear my scoff
Nothing takes joy from my sister, you see
She can be happy in spite of you or me
Three squirrels in galoshes
went splashing down the lane~
one wearing red, one yellow, one purple,
all dancing in the rain.
They leapt across the puddles
with a whoosh and a watery plop,
till the storm itself grew jealous
and begged them all, Please stop!
But squirrels don’t take orders,
especially not from weather~
so they twirled in their bright galoshes
and splashed off together shouting,
You don’t bother us weather!
How did I meet Alfred Glendening?
I was fascinated by his latest painting.
I stood mesmerized by the colours.
A painting of a summer outing.
It brought me some solace and warmth.
The painting was of three ladies arriving to the Surrey coast,
in a fast buggy filled with picnic baskets,
towards their favorite secluded beach away from it all.
Nurse Betty was strict as ordered by her master,
and would not allow Lady Elizabeth to bring her beau
to accompany them to the outing. The young lady was furious,
face red like Little Frances’ parasol. Oh was she mad.
To make things worse, Little Frances would not leave
her sister alone, and needled her by opening and shutting
the red parasol in her face. Angry, Lady Elizabeth moved away
and went for a walk along the shore of the beach,
fuming and cursing beneath her breath and kicking sand.
Nurse made the child sit down and gave her a-talking to.
This was not the Victorian way of behaving.
Idly, Little Frances twirled her red parasol.
The Royal Academy’s bell rang for closing time.
That’s when I stopped day-dreaming.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree – Emily Brontë
Blow wind blow
blow through rustic leaves
a few fall
a carpet
as maple, sweet gum, and oaks
cover the woods path.
The sweet hush
we traverse the path
take my hand
icy way
idyllic panorama
cottages galore.
Smoke swirled up
the smell of coffee
outside leaves
twirled in red
our eyes found fine ecstasy
Fall increase our love.
Placed 1
When I was a young girl, they said I could have an empire
Careers and businesses, money and trophies, a family of my own
Lies twirled off the patriarchy's serpent tongue
For my womb became their personal storage space
I couldn't wear a dress too flowy or short
They worried my male peers would stare
Not even my favorite rugged dark jeans
Because XY chromosomes had their eyes on me
Like a stone wall only built halfway
Their promises felt atomless
We fired, but only grazed the target
And fortification didn't patch our wounds
Twisting, turning, my body was never mine
Just a vessel on their puppet strings
Only another human incubator
Because what if the kid's straight, White, or male?
I'm more than my fountain of fertility
I love and feel just like a man
But I'm given nothing to wipe my tears
Only the birth certificates of my hypothetical kids
Don't remember me for my body and face
Think of my fists raised in the air
Shouting until my larynx gives out
"I'm also a human!"
The deep fault of the human race
is that there are no individuals any more.
~ Søren Kierkegaard
Pixels in the machine it seems
Articulating world schemes, twirled
Reality for those addicted to a screen,
Too timid into be seen in between ~
Inventions of mad men with intentions of perverting
Common sense, it’s so passé
Loving everything but Roget’s suggestions~
Even poems must have an ending!
Menageries of words saying nothing, galleries of pixel
Animations replacing animates en masse
Nothing leftover for the poor,
who don’t exist except
in old picture books.
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