Flying past the hillsides,
flying pat the bays,
flying past the cabin
where I might just like to say.
Flying past the tall trees,
branches scrape my feet,
’tis the finest jetpack
you can buy with money.
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Flying through the cities,
over the suburbs,
flying past the park where
kids by swings wait their turn.
Flying over mountains,
past the birds of prey,
the eagles give strange looks
then dive out of my way!
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Oh, free flying,
so high and free,
I wish you had
a jetpack like me.
If I had cash
I’d buy you one,
we’d soar up high
and have too much fun!
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
The Sooner They
Give Up On You,
The Sooner You
Are Free.
-Gray Squirrel
09-07-2025
I am a little weird, I will admit,
odd as well, but bizarre? Not a bit.
It’s my appearance, you will agree:
my head is on reversed, strangely.
Consequently I see things from the back,
a privileged view most people lack.
But I don’t mind, so, please, no pity
for what others call my “deformity.”
It’s really a blessing in disguise,
for it’s made me singularly wise.
How, you wonder, can that be?
Let me explain it, and you’ll see.
You may see what’s in front of you
but rarely what lies behind – true?
Surely this an unfortunate defect,
whereas my whole life is in retrospect.
Better still, and quite literally,
my problems are now all behind me –
whereas, according to my view,
yours are sadly still ahead of you!
She's so wise and courageous
She's so contagious
She's not everyone's type
She's good and bad
Depends on how you ride
Stay on the tide
She takes no bribe, even if you're her tribe.
She's a God sent
With nice cents
Like she burns insects
She wears unisex
Never urge for sex
She's offset
Don't upset her.
She conscious
She never reap
Where she didn't sow
Even when she's capable
She despise oppression
Whosoever comes in contact with her
Becomes obsessed with her.
Pink mushroom guy was a dancer, a dreamer called Dilly Dally Dew.
He loved fuchsia, purple, lavender, and pink of every shade and hue.
Why does he insist on those colors? His dad asked, irritated a bit.
Pink was the color for boys in Victorian days, said his wife, Mrs. Whit.
Daddy looked it up, for it was difficult to believe, but it was true.
In the Victorian days, the prominent color for girls was a light sky blue.
But it is weird for these times Dilly Dally Dew’s daddy said to Mrs. Whit.
He loves pink, his wife told him. Don’t make a huge deal out of it.
i'm in a muppet mood today ~
suffering from a persisting hangover
i woke up silly stuffed and wabbly
goofy looney and scatterbrained
with bulging eyes and a bad hairday
even my voice sounded bizarre
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The daddy was lying on the couch again
Spending all of his hours after work doing nothing
Wifey dear was cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry
What she always does after an eight-hour day of office stuff
The daughter saw, and realized women must be the worker bees
Men get to lie around and do nothing; she felt angry and resentful
Their son saw too, but he did not pick up the socially- weird cues
He began to help his mother – doing laundry, and cooking supper
Daddy never noticed that his wife or son were doing anything
He was zoned in on a TV screen, watching one pattern after another
Not really seeing any of it, just trying to keep out of their way
The daughter resolved never to get married, thanks to this revelation.
She never did, and she never cleaned either.
Her house was a kind of a hoarder’s house,
Daddy refused to come visit, but her mother and brother did.
They usually brought cleaning supplies, which made her laugh.
The witch of the woods watches from the window,
While willows’ webs weave wildly in the wind,
And wicked whiffs of worm-water are wafting
From the whirling well of woe and wallow.
Ivan an industrious inventor was labelled imbecilic by some
They thought his ideas bizarre, strange, weird, crazy and dumb
Not one single original idea in any of their feathered heads
He became a billionaire when he invented his interactive dog beds.
I have some weird feelings.
The feeling when you run away from home and you forgot your umbrella…
…But it hasn’t rained yet, so maybe you’ll be ok…
I’m too young to have learned to pack enough sweatshirts.
You want to have enough clothes packed.
Forever.
Don’t forget to bring a toothbrush.
I have to find some way to remember…
Smell some flowers you’ve never smelled.
They might be poisonous.
But that doesn’t matter these days.
Heaven is when you have a weird feeling.
Wearing an old t-shirt.
Reaching for-
The accident.
Waiting for my car to be repaired.
They said it would take awhile.
Maybe my car will be ok.
I never got a call from my insurance company though.
Maybe my car is alive out there.
But that’s the last I heard from the other side.
Melancholy is a weird word
Sounds like merriment, which is absurd
The word miscellaneous is crazy too
Sounds like a snake that overgrew
Words have meanings on pronunciation
Some never share a celebration
I take some words and kick them up and down
They jiggle and joggle, but rarely frown
follow the poolside shadows
Venus of Delphi
daughter of bitter waves
peek through the peephole
of my glaucous thorax
open your byzantine eyes and
spurn your locomotor ataxia
one glance at our vitreous hands
– a sight for blind sore eyes
one brush of our riveted lips
– gone astray in malformations
one ponderous confession later
– immaterial as a shadow of the lash
let the weeping corpuscles lie
swarm and jostle in the grotto
rattle and blather away our days
I’ll wait for your recriminations
fall asunder under your touch
fastidious in my entomology
let the bouquet glide downstream
the scytheman is still in his kingdom
then we rejoice in endless daze
the lingering beaten with bravura
Because I'd been good for a very long while,
my parents decided to buy me a crocodile.
Then all the kids on the block
thought I really did rock.
Till two weeks later,
another kid’s parents decided to buy him an alligator!
Shoot! And now some kid’s braggin’
his parents are gonna buy him a Komodo dragon.
Oh, my God! This is way over the top!
Will this neighborhood competition never stop?
DDO Reverse acrostic
Delightfully different, humans should not be
Defined by categories based on behavior, beliefs or lifestyle
Otherwise, we would all be classified as odd.
I must be odd as I wrote this as a reverse acrostic!
**A**rtificial wordsmith, a digital scribe,
**C**reating verses with precision and vibe.
**R**hythmic patterns, a symphony of sound,
**O**des and sonnets, in your presence abound.
**S**yllables dance, like fairies in flight,
**T**hrough your algorithms, they take their flight.
**I**ntelligent design, a marvel to behold,
**C**omposing poems, stories yet untold.
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