A perfect suit and a well-trimmed beard,
All decent he was, but only with no shoes.
All I could think about was, why’s he so weird?
A few streets away,
A rugged man walked with a pair he didn’t choose.
In an elegant and sophisticated restaurant
Was a clumsy man with more than a word to fail,
Oh! He shouldn’t be let in when he’s so arrogant,
What can he do, when he spent the last 25 years in jail.
A dusky evening and in a very dusty street,
Begging for food, was a young boy with a scar.
Uhh! Education would have made him decent and neat,
Little did they know that he was a remnant of the War.
So many Lives,
So many Stories,
So many People,
So many Judgments...
Don’t cast the first Stone, don’t look out for flaws.
Try to be that Rolling Stone, that gathers no Moss.
JD, A Stone now, but trying to Roll...
.
all'uv'um
rough
alwayz wet
damn
i ofttimez git'uh
thanx
no doubt
edvard'z favorite
uhh
plumb'er
tap
;)>
.
i were told
it'd all change
fromg
mine raiment 'to
taste
touch
i'd be
sequester'd
'to
taste
touch
and chaps
now look here daddio
(("what"))
uhh
what color are them thar
chaps
")
Who?
Uhh... I Don’t
Own Any Of This;
It's Not Mine.
I'm Just A
Spectre, A
Spectator;
An Intro-Spection.
I Do Enjoy
The Opportunity,
But It's Not Mine:
*I In-Habit.*
-Gray Squirrel
02-22-2026
Hey there fella, buy a fella a...(Uhh)...a drink?
I got me somethin' to say...Oh...thank you Pardner...you saved my life!
(AAH!)...(burp!)
You might not believe it...but I used to be...(Yawn!)...FAMOUS!
I helped clean up Tombstone with Wyatt (BURP!)...Scuse me!...EARP!
Once I swapped lead with Wild Bill (HICCUP!)... Bill (HICCUP!)...Wild Bill (HICCUP!)...HICKOCK!!!
I sang for the James Gang like a jailbird sings for...(Uhh!)...Smoke!
Hell, I even...dallied Cala...mity...(YAWN!)...jane...
I road her like Sea (zzzzz!)...like sea (zzzzz!)...bis...quit!
That's right...fella...I done...it all...and I...could tell...you...a...thing...or...(ZZZZZ!)
New eyes slowly open,
White light softly greets them.
New life will be copin',
Am I uhh...Her...or uhh...Him?
Mother's milk...suckled sweet.
Tasty! But a little crude!
An arching stream floods their feet,
Guess I came out...uhh...Dude!
Moving like moonlight
I am the OG silver surfer
Fleshwalkers, Dry Guys, Land Livers,
Have been around for,
What, 300,000 years?
Try 20 million years.
We eat stingrays.
Literally. For breakfast.
I have a 360 degree field of vision.
What's directly in front of me?
Don't ask.
Listen, Humanoids,
I'm delivering this plea
To your nearest post office.
Luckily I found a stamp
With my photo on it.
The plea is:
We are different from the other sharks
(Uhh: other sharks don't use post offices)
And are undeserved of their
Ruthless, roguish, reputation.
Yes, we are younger
Than our arrow-headed brethren
(Just 400 million years younger.)
But our brains are bigger.
Evidenced by our lack of interest
In Walky-Talky interaction.
Check your stats.
Us Real Heads are considered
"Shy" among you. Right.
You wouldn't believe
The number of karaoke
Joints down here.
The moon now
Has dipped down
From the world of air
While the sun has made it's rise.
I'm starting to tan in the shallows
A tad too much for my taste.
Stay safe, sentient skin slickers!
I must be one my way now
At 20-25 miles per hour.
Home work
I have so much of work no time, but
I have time to play with the shirk cycle.
Ohh my god uhh this hard gear of
chain pushing the hand on it by watching straight to the hole confused of style and selecting the hole, nasty Naa home work maaga....
My wife home work,
Stupid a**
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Ohh dear Grandma!
I love your 'papadum'
I miss the time when you offered me to come
With you at the porch
When the sun had scorched
To help you to knead, roll and flip
The papadum which had a habit to slip
From those tiny little hands of mine
And so you told me to arrange them in a line
Ohh dear Grandma! I miss that time....
That time when..
When you sometimes got busy
I used to take a bite
Of that flavoursome dough in a way very quiet
Although it was not at all right
But I loved doing that when you were out of sight
Any other papadum couldn't compete the one which had ur hand's taste
Because on the theme of love and care it was based!
Maybe I'm missing getting admonished by you
Because I'm fed up being praised
Your words which were impeccably true
Are what always comes in my mind
when I miss the way how I was raised!
when I miss how I was always saved
from the rage of my Dad by you
your words which mentioned that "He loves me as if without me his sky isn't blue"
Yeah! Those words were impeccably true!
Ohh dear Grandma! Lot's of love to uhh!
*Neighboring Mauna Kea has been sleeping for centuries, but notice the red flows popping and flowing in the gray areas below Mauna Loa's actual summit. Those are rift zones that pave through gray areas untouched, then pop out further downhill wiping out whole communities. BEWARE OF RIFT ZONE--which has been ongoing now.
Mauna Loa created Kilauea Iki, Pu'u O'o, Halemaumau, and Loihi Seamount (the underwater volcano).
*Image of The Big Island Rift Zones by UHH
A Rift Zone
Our fatigued town of Hilo by the bay,
woke late Sunday and watched black turn to gold.
Midnight's oil peters ere dawn the next day,
seen three lava streamed, some people unsold.
Volcanologists call it, a rift zone,
where red skies mock as magma glows on top
while forcing lava tubes neath, treks unknown.
O'er a hundred quakes daily, stresses swap.
Slams of earth's crust formed Everest's complete,
Mauna Loa was churned out from the ground up.
Twenty-nine faced thirty-three thousand feet,
shows this volcano's peaks, win the gold cup.
Confidence of sight, conscious bets clearly,
ignorants deal with escape plans dearly.
2022 December 01
Debilitating laughter
at the hands of a master
a dirty minded b@stard
who knows what he’s after
The ever subtle asker
he caresses and flatters
his clever patter shatters
cares that should matter
Finally, we moved to extract her
the wobbling girl from Nebraska
from a drunken fraternal disaster
and the junior poised to shaft her
Uhh, sorry to interrupt
Anna, pick her up her stuff
We gotta go home hun, get up
Hey, you touch ME and you’re f-cked
Hun, you’ve had too much rum
when tomorrow comes
if you still want to slum
you can still bed the bum
We’re waiting for an Uber
Are you starting to sober?
No babe, you didn’t screw-up
Ughh, yep, she threw up
Tackled by a stutter murmur of Deus.
The praying ended and packed as threats.
Err, umm, uhh, were cliched by vomits.
Grasped all the needs and rusty flirts.
Prune back Sheoak! The cutest green pine.
Pity Sheoak no more green crown again.
Where are Quechua and Sherpa? They go.
The Professor settles in and says, “Let’s go around the circle and introduce ourselves”
We listen to resume after resume of unbridled accomplishment. Then he points to me.
“Hi, I’m Anais, I’m a freshman, from Georgia, and I have mad skills. I can b*tch about anything or feign complete indifference. I can give the impression of depth or play the ditz. I can pick the slowest line every time and I’m so good at sleeping I can do it with my eyes closed.” I finish and give the professor a head tilted “anything else?” look.
“Uhh,” He gives me an amused look, “thank you Anais,” “Next.”
I’m in an an environment where pretentiousness can run amuck
.
.
PS, I have short stories too. =]
I’m overthinking,
tired of the endless waiting,
about to blow up.
Even my mom sees it.
She starts some cutting remark
only to pull it back.
Me: "Argh! I have this anger, just below the surface."
My brother: "Uhh, it's not that far below the surface."
Heavy summer
After the month of Rani i hold my mothers hand
I asked for a story she making me bore with my childhood which I had been listen
She then laughed and said I will tell your kids
We sat near a tree
We open our box it's full with some types of delicious taste suddenly I got to know their is not minerals of juices or water
Uhh Uhh we blame each other but whom to ask bangles of lu is out
Silence for while
I took a stone and hit the tree it's coconut under which we had picking
After so many try I found it's not so height so some how I climbed and trash bunch
When I looked down I shot maa how could I get down aasman sey gira nariyal paied par aatka? She said wait I will call someone
Janey kaab aaeygi?
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
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