Love Really Is Everywhere
I Like Puzzles
In The Making.
I Like Puzzles
When They're Done.
-Gray Squirrel
05-18-2025
Save this for later.
Put It On Repeat
If You Want...
Backwards,
I Don't Care...
Yes You Do!
***
I'll Shut-up.
Oops. Isn't That Just
Like-Like-Like-Like?
Words Are Stupid.
Once The Novelty Wears Off,
Then The Dreams All Dissipate...
What Recognition Do You Require?
Even There. More Tricks.
And Now, And Here.
And Later.
And NOT Later Too!
I Don't Wanna Be Responsible For This.
-Gray Squirrel
05-18-2025
Oh, I Get It...
Love Really Is Everywhere
But Words Are Stupid!
AND Words Are Stupid.
Underneath.
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Maybe Deleted:
I Have To Wait A Whole Day To
Post This?
Be Patient...
It Needs Aging...
Let The Novelty Wear Off...
Cut It Out!
This is Ending Up Just
Being Self-Promoting Again, Isn't It?
Probably.
I Hope Not.
You Need To Meet More People,
Make More Friends.
No Thanks.
Don't Be Jealous,
Don't Be Mad.
Why Not?
Don't Tell Me What To Do.
I Couldn't Wait.
Home is where the heart is,
Or that's what they say,
My home left me for his,
No pleading to make you stay.
Now I have no home,
My heart is mine,
Dreamless nights I roam,
Love became benign.
You lit the match, and watched it burn,
The home, that was us, our love,
Karma comes for us all in turn,
Make amends with God above.
I'll find a new home for me,
Built with love and honesty,
Hope your actions make you happy,
Hope it doesn't wear off, the novelty.
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
The love life of the lowly earthworm
Or why most chickens don't snore
And have you ever considered this
Why dogs and household cats
Never wear off the shoulder evening gowns
Nor do horses as a matter of fact
Now that's absolutely outrageous
But not quite as much as this
Two ostriches locked in a warm embrace
As they try to figure out how to kiss
Another one for the books my friends
A basset hound drinking beer
Staggering around drunk outside a bar
Grinning from ear to ear
Okay okay I know what you're thinking
What's in the coffee I'm drinking
Six lumps of sugar, a squirt of cream
And an unknown substance you're thinking
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
Methinks that these pretty well sums it up
Till I come up with a couple more
They twitch along nerves
still wired to those fever
induced rooms, memories
of faces pressed against
windows, peering in through
curtains with their red eyes,
screams stuck in throats
suffocating to a groan
in gaping mouths.
There were places to hide
when day came around,
a dark cave inside
an iron shed with pale
constellations of old nail holes
feigning starlight overhead.
The world was kept
on the other side
of a peep hole
in the wall of the shed.
And yet there were lovely
flowers blooming
under a bright sun,
the day would carry on
with the ordinary things
that had to be done.
Terror would wear off
and morph into something
else instead, normalized
by the trick
of becoming numb,
or be little more than
a slight disturbance
fizzing in the wiring
of the head.
Besides,
who would understand
when what was there
has now moved
way beyond the vocabulary
of a word weary tongue.
There is a tear in an old wedding dress
Hidden away in a box in the attack,
Covered in cobwebs,
And collecting dust.
The dress is carefully lifted from it tissue paper tomb
To be admired by the grandchildren
Who trace it’s silken edges with their fingers
They hold it up to their chest
And imagine what it would be like
To wear it.
The grandmother eyes the tear with distaste
She gently brushes off the cobwebs
And vows to repair the hole.
Somehow she will never get around to it.
The grandchildren are easily distracted,
They are more interested in the moose antlers
Hung on the wall,
And the large half covered painting of a naked woman.
Soon they run back down stairs,
The novelty of the attic beginning to wear off.
The grandmother watches them leave,
A weary smile on her face
She kneels in the dust of the attic,
As she pulls the faded dress to her chest.
Tears fall on the dress in the attic.
4/13/2023
Writing Challenge "T" words
Constance La France
If empathy was a decision and you could turn it off,
you be a ruthless sod instead of being soft,
you won’t decide or choose but something will wear off,
when suddenly a side of you does rise and takes the shot
In time people who exploit your empathy will learn
that when you figure them out you will act without concern
playing them at games they play but playing them pure evil
You’re still the empathetic one but now you’re also lethal
You will do them harm
the sort you try to fix
Consider it an added charm
you’re wise now to their tricks
Manipulate empathy
Evil will be born
Angels acting gently
Or maybe Satan spawn
The power to decide
Genuine or lies
Empathy can choose
To be nasty or nice
Manipulative people
never have a choice
they are very simple
and easily destroyed
EVER SEEN TWO OSTRICHES KISSING
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
The love life of the lowly earthworm
Or why most chickens don't snore
And have you ever considered this
Why dogs and household cats
Never wear off the shoulder evening gowns
Nor do horses as a matter of fact
Now that's absolutely outrageous
But not quite as much as this
Two ostriches locked in a warm embrace
As they try to figure out how to kiss
Another one for the books my friends
A basset hound drinking beer
Staggering around drunk outside a bar
Grinning from ear to ear
Okay okay I know what you're thinking
What's in the coffee I'm drinking
Six lumps of sugar, a squirt of cream
And an unknown substance you're thinking
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
Methinks that these pretty well sums it up
Till I come up with a couple more
THEY'RE POETS
Sub theme: Poo-Ate
Akanbi Oluwole Muko Muko (with Paciolo Pen Saint)
who's given you the lord's ship
over those with voice that stiffles within its cord?
who's claded you with the armor & shield to roar
vehemently, like you've got a second skin
to wear off your bones and ankles
withstanding the heat?
it pierced both from the intestine & came like blows smashing your goals, ego and where you ought to go.
you said here's home who's given you a plot to raise that wall so high?
a little above you think you are?
who's given you that?
when? why? & how?
the poet you think you are ate another's poo
yours sat still walking into stillness & pollutes the circumference of its sphere
hey! you you a r e poo eater.
Akanbi Oluwole Muko Muko
From two dimension hands,which closed to me,see two pieces bruised faces
Fall blowed mantra like the spots and
Lip of woman dressed black next
the black smokes
That,fly behind of that woman
Sometime, Like place one upon another the mirrors,woman's images continue back of woman
Their hands is "L"type
Sitting(seen like a tail) God
Tattoo the waves at chest
Smakes scatter behind of her hands
that woman in the circle
Arrives railing of faintly light
Dragon turn around the circle
Just one,the legs
Controled the balance mask
Flowers flower from face painted yellow,green,blue
(Example-Sunflower,Rose,etc)
Many of eyes look at like circle
"N"type hands
Around,slowly,quickly
turn opposite
Red color's man is yellow eye
that turn continue , one circle or more
Hexagons,Stars,Fruits
Radiate from the eyes
And his casted down one's eyes
Radiate from stared place
Turn the galaxy at neck
Planets are lower,higher
Lighter blue orbit wear off wear on
Brightness the light and stable
Now,with face like thundered
Continues with sound waves
Sun is bright and down
Burned faces are stable
Faces like radio waves leakage
World with that fire storm
Thwelt Di Nwe
Arms pinned down, slowly choked out,
never enough time, or words;
You sliced me, now finish it;
Feeling up my thoughts, I’m high;
Your hands covering my mind
screaming in your frequency;
Cut off the circulation.
You have stolen my virtue,
let the dopamine wear off;
I can’t feel a thing anymore,
Every ounce of fire I shared
replaced with a scorched throat;
But my eyes they say it all,
caught in the heat of your grip;
A five line scar down your back,
of course you left your shirt off.
A mark left on your virtue,
my dopamine is now yours.
The gin is starting to wear off as the boat tour comes to an end
Heartache sets in as I remember seeing you and your new mate
I feel saddened and hurt and know we can't even remain friends
Life is complicated again with even more added to my plate
I walk unsteady for miles trying to find my way back
To the little bungalow we rented on the sandy beach
Feeling irritated, if she is in there, I just might crack
Not knowing what to expect as I start to plan my speech
As I get closer, the bungalow looks abandoned and dark
I find my key and take a deep breath as I open the door
To my surprise, it is empty, the walls are bare and stark
I then notice your ring and the little note left on the floor
I feel hurt and angry, not sure if I should read the note
I shakily read the note and cry, I can't believe my eyes
"Sorry my love but I am bored and need to sow my wild oats"
I pick up your ring, no longer a symbol of love, just your lies
THE PENGUIN
Way down south on a continent frozen
The penguin a tough life has chosen
Though you’d think he’d be coy
Like a super-cool playboy
You’ll find him out preening and posin’
With movement on foot unexciting
He shuffles along then goes sliding
Though on land a slow coach
In depart or approach
In the water he goes like greased lightning
He’s a little short in the leg
Dressed bespoke (can’t wear off-the-peg)
Hand it to this ice capper
He always looks dapper
Even when he is hatching an egg
So the penguin’s no slouch, he’s a winner
By sartorial standards no sinner
He’ll emerge in a trice
From the Antarctic ice
Already dressed for dinner
Dark haired Anne of Green Gables
Freckles and playfully naughty giggle
Hailed from Prince Edward Island
Easygoing bon vivant friendly nature
Everyone couldn’t help but love you
Your nonchalant laissez-faire demeanour
Often made you look as cute as Pippi Longstocking
You were a friendship magnet
People couldn’t get enough of you
Everyone wanted a piece of your energy
Your exuberant joyful freedom
Hoping a bit of your magic would wear off on them
You never doubted about the true treasures of life
When you talked about the fields of daisies down home
Your eyes teared up with nostalgia
When you did move back for good
It was a cruel jolt to us
We were sad and lost a chip off our heart
But we always did see you
For what you truly were
A captive bird trapped in a cage
It was time to set you free
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted for contest STANDARD NO.50 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - November 16, 2017
Old men in the home got Viagra
An experiment is what was said
They stated it was about safety
To keep them from rolling out of bed!
Since it takes a while to wear off
Breakfast can get a little loud
Turning around and knocking off plates
But at least they all look really proud!
It also cheers up the old ladies
They smile when they look up and down
Wanting to try an start a spark
Is easier with wood all around!
It’s over and the drugs are wearing off
As suffering returns, we cease to scoff
At those post-ops who bitterly complain
Of “agony” or “unbearable pain”
And for whom words of sympathy or worse
Are encapsulated sometimes in verse
On an expensive store-bought greetings card
In poor doggerel that insults the Bard
And though I do not even try to claim
My work in any way can match his fame
I feel compelled to write these words for you
As you might be anxious and feeling blue
Wondering how you’ll feel in the future
Once the nurse removes that final suture
From the site of your new hip replacement
Transforming your life to your amazement
You’ll soon be ascending mighty mountains
Or splashing around in public fountains
Clambering up over countryside stiles
Running or yomping for dozens of miles
Gazelle-like soaring over 5-barred gates
And everywhere zooming on roller skates
For many months you’ve been acting stoic
Now achieve something really heroic!
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