Lovers' eyes that meet to touch the soul;
two hearts as one feel loved and whole.
Bridal Flowers...Scented Sweets
Bridal Family...Sweaty Seats
Groom in Bloom...Salty Sweats
Groom Vows Loom...Family Frets
Bridal Vows Now...Salty Tears
Bridal Family, Wow!...Hearty Cheers
Groom Vows Hushed...Salty Flood
Groom Now Blushed...Family Blood
Streaming like the rain outside
The windscreen wipers working like
My heart and chopping onions stuff
A testament to will the good of another
The kids are in the back and can't see what's going on
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling in the driving seat
I think of my wife and when we first met
She was always running late
As I was shoegazing on the corner
I needed a parrot sidekick
High on Belgian waffles and coffee
A hip new sensibility
The dash cam records the journey
Join me on my magic carpet
Grant me three wishes
Give me some tassel
In the Maghreb
I'll be your magic lamp
In order to reveal myself
Let's pick out curtains
The Holy Whole
Bent To Know Will
Loving Laughs Limit-Less
All Is The Rest, Left Unknown.
Sad For Salvation
Partial To Changing…
How Can't You? No. We’re Alone?
Endlessness Effortless En'ternity Expressing
Motherly Nurtured By Life's Blithe Soul
Each Witnessed Bleeding Nor In-Tended Blessing
Robs Our Connection To The Whole Holy Role.
-Gray Squirrel
07-15-2025
You looked at me with mirrors in your eyes,
Fractured by fear of what you could not be—
A quiet heart, a soul that never lies,
A hand that gathers stars from sorrow’s sea.
You saw in me the things you cast aside,
The gentleness you buried deep in stone,
A voice that sang while yours grew small with pride,
A love too bright to call entirely your own.
I wore no crown, I bore no holy light,
But still you bowed to something I became,
As though my silence robbed you of your right,
And my small joys put all your doubts to shame.
Yet I was born beneath the same pale sky—
What you denied in me, you might have sought.
You have spent my whole life wondering why
I am something, that you are not.
Have you ever had an ‘I’ve wasted my whole life’ moment
If you have, or if you can close your eyes and imagine one…
You don’t necessarily have to be 'that old,’ though
you may sob harder at the age of dwindling returns
… The pain is soul-searing: you’ve poured your heart
into a child, a close relative, a relationship, a marriage
and now you’ve been left irretrievably high and dry,
so you have failed… miserably...
There’s no one can ‘coach you’ through waves of despair
stomach-churning nausea, ready to devour you
No ‘pep talk magic’ to revive your spirits, to restore your equilibrium
‘Pep talks’ are for performers; you are not acting, your pain is real
But there is this: It's All Good. For you.
~ Consider the Source.
Maternal never came natural to you
But laugh we did, crazy things you would do,
You caused so much angst, guilt and tension,
But my mother you were, with your fair complexion,
Years went by and we muddled along more
My tears mostly dry, almost closed the door
Beautiful you were I see this all now,
Wish you could see me, and express your pride how
I'm happy and safe, Ed is my rock.
Wish you could meet my friends, my eddy, my flock
Think of you often, today is your day
So I'll bid you goodnight, one thing left to say
Your beauty is famed, your legend is known
I'll see you one day, when I am full grown
There's lots of love inside of me
Is that a bluebird who I see?
Come and take some back with you
Make a nest to house us two
Decorate it how you like
One chair, guitars and a mic
Is all I want, you choose the rest
The song we make will be the best
I am going to spend
My whole life loving you
My dear Father
I am going to spend
My whole life praying for you
My dear Father
I am going to spend
My whole life
Writing some poems
For you my
Dear Father
Don't worry Father
I won't let you down
If I make a promise to you
I will keep it
Because I want to see you
Happy Father
You are the warmth of the summer sun
That makes me long for distant shores
On a rainy day
You are the gentle breeze that bathes my face
At the end of winter when spring flowers
Come out to play
You are the magnificence of the elusive moon
That bids farewell to a day of joy
And renders me whole
You are the sweetness of a sculptured rose
Whose fragrance assails my being
And soothes my soul
If I made ends meet by meeting millions of millionaires in meetings galore,
would you care to explore my heart?
If I made up my mind to resign, and spend my time at a diner,
behind the scenes,
would you find a way to care about me?
If I took up poetry, and wrote hundreds of stories,
told in metaphor, with rhyme and prosody,
creating irony in euphony,
depicting pictures no eye can see,
neither mind comprehend without a beating heart,
would yours skip a beat?
Would you see the beauty that breathes beyond ink and paper?
Would you see its creator and stupor in thought?
Would you suffocate in the fog that envelopes body and mind,
unable to find the words to tell the story of your sentiment?
Would it spark a desire to explore and admire my entire being-
every minor detail?
To be real, do you even know me at all,
or just the stale version that pales in comparison to the whole?
I want you to know the whole of me,
and want to hold me for it.
We are fire in the rain
never really getting anywhere
But we are also two flames in the wind,
can't survive without each other
I'm jealous and tired and torn
but you are my home.
This is messy, but I won't leave —
Because love lives here too
We're drowning, but you keep me afloat.
We're a storm, but you're my warmth.
I may not be whole, but I'll stay —
Happily discontent
A bullet speaks loud in fleeting breath
Fires rage while weaving death
The wind cries out in a desperate wail
A burdened mind dreams to no avail
Anger smolders waiting to rise
A tempest brewing in disguise
But a smile from you is bright
Thawing hearts and restoring light
My wife is simply the most awesome cluck*
For my birthday she made a juicy duck
Squirt of this, squirt of that
Big fat duck just went splat
Came out tasting like a ‘whole lotta yuck!’
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*'Cluck' means 'chef' in avant-garde French
I have heard of a lazy day
Now I live them daily
Doing little to nothing at all
Looking at piles of things I could sort
But I don’t.
Retirement is a whole new perspective
A world unbeknownst to me until now
I have been dormant for six months
Living in a world of sitting, sleeping and lounging
Wearing pajamas, elastic waistbands, and sweatshirts
I rarely move; I am a contented slug
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