"squee" poems
A crowded room, I just dance, finding solice beneath the mask.
Friends they chatter laugh and squee, every one enjoying humanity.
Pulse is racing, words they vanish I can't stand this.
I wish I could join the crowd and interject some interlect.
Instead the panic steals the magic and now its to late, oh woe is my fate.
Stuck inside my own head, is it time yet for my bed?
Slip away quietly drinking my sobriety, hoping that next time my courage will win and I can finally play my part, instead of dancing in the dark.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
Soowee, soowee. Top of our lungs
That’s how we used to call the hogs
And every time they would come,
Running just like well trained dogs,
Because they knew it meant food
Even though that food was just slop,
Those pigs have nothing like taste.
But nothing could make them stop.
Lately I have noticed human beings
Who seem to behave the same way.
They gobble the media slop they hear
Every day after mind-numbing day.
They too seem to have no taste
And smell something they really dig;
Nothing any sensible creature eats
But it seems to be ambrosia to a pig.
Squee, squee, squee they snort
And salivate, squeal and chow down
On the unpalatable pap served up
By the greedy media super-clowns.
It’s almost like they would pass up
A meal of honest, unvarnished truth
To gorge themselves to a stupor
On the crap they loved as a youth.
I’m always surprised that these folks,
This metaphoric, too human swine
Don’t go out in public in pajamas
Like worn by young neighbors of mine
With cartoon mice and supermen
Instead of the clothes of an adult.
They go vote like uninformed fools.
And current Congress is the result.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
Freddie was a satyr
And I wanted to worship
And serve him naked
Then serve my internship
For the rest of my life
Hopelessly dedicated
To be like Ulysses' wife;
Enraptured, captured, mated.
That’s how highly he rated.
I know out of the lights
He spent nights between
Debauchery and hell
But few seemed to tell.
They just came and screamed
Blind to what seemed to be
Too much perfectionality
In his personality to be reality.
Like so many I knew then
He was above other men, a god
And fascinated with his codpiece,
We salaamed, and slammed down
Big bucks for tickets to go see
Life much bigger than me, and squee
And clap and whistle, this missile
From the gods to gays and straights
Who could see and her he was great
And we were all there, grateful.
It was painful when he left, even though
We knew why and we still know, yet
He was too wonderful to forget
And shirk and scorn because he was born
To be a ****** miracle and musical gift
That time and death could not lift
Out of the pantheon of stage kings
And queens, if that is not too mean.
But how could it be, they were Queen
And they changed the scene.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
A man was walking down the street
And saw a kitten at his feet.
He smiled and nearly lost control
Till it opened its mouth and swallowed him whole.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 10:23 AM UTC
I can't be a wooden man. As you pull on my strings.
I know your devious plan. That **** hurts me and stings.
I see your wandering eyes. When we walk down the street.
I'm tired of your obvious lies. As I lay between hardened sheets.
The late night phone calls. Where you whisper in the dark.
The sudden visits to the mall. When he climbs in and lights a spark.
Now there's a bump in the front. And you're trying to say its me.
But I've gotta be really blunt. You never did make me squee.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
What a work of wonder;
I'm struck, as if by thunder;
such loveliness I see ~
These honest eyes, pristine;
Liquid, lightest green;
she has shared with me ~
Exquisite flaxen locks;
They wave and roll in flocks;
Like amber birds toward sea ~
Her nose? Adorable;
The cutest nose I know;
I mean this earnestly ~
Her smile is candy pink;
She’s shy, a bit, I think;
She truly needn't be ~
She I’ll see one day;
Though it may be far away;
We’ll hug and laugh and squee ~
She is my distant friend;
To her, my heart I send;
Her talent, I defend;
Her happiness, I tend;
And hope to see again;
To Kat, this poem I pen ~
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC