"squirrelly" poems
She asked me if I had an answer
Tequila's what I said
She wanted to know my opinion
Tequila, while in bed
She said, where do you want to eat
Tequila, on the patio, would be really neat
She queried if the dress made her look fat
Tequila, with it, and a matching hat
She wants to know so many things
Tequila's, all I know
She gives me the squirrelly look
Tequila, on the go
I'll answer every question she will pose
Tequila, knows I will
Oblivious to the consequence
Tequila, fits the bill
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
Rocky squirrel flew through the air
Safely landing precisely where
He wished.
Caught glimpse as Shirley squirrel
(Herself in front of car did hurl)
Was nearly squished.
Rocky had warned Shirley before
Admonition Shirley chose to ignore-
Cars can smite
Such events reveal it's not merely heuristic
Fatalities by car is greater statistic
Than fatalities by flight
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
tucked in tight, eyes wide and bright
squirrelly in anxious anticipation
counting sheep endlessly
laying still to no avail
tomorrow, filled with presents and cookies and Grandma's cookies
tomorrow, "Oh boy! I've waited all year for this!"
...and the snow drifted peacefully to the ground.
She crawls into bed with her husband's snoring head
the day she tarried away: cooking, cleaning
modern day Martha
doubts arise, has she done enough?
Is the table set just right?
"Oh me, oh my! I must've forgotten something!"
...and the snow drifted peacefully to the ground.
She inches wearily to her lonely bed
she slips into her nightgown, red
lying awake, her chest aching; empty
tomorrow she'll be able to forget
if not for an hour, at least a moment few
she wraps herself in her Savior's embrace and closes her eyes
...and the snow drifted peacefully to the ground.
...as every Christmas wish was being fulfilled.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
***** lips that've been caressed,
This is your Sunday best
tattered denim, ***** plaid;
This is his Sunday best
too-short of a sundress hanging on an inked shoulder,
This is her Sunday best
sobbing, screaming, squirrelly;
This is their Sunday best
tear-stained eyes and a wrinkled blouse;
This is my Sunday best
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
Wait and see people,
when the power goes out,
it's going to be a freak show.
Ya know, it goes out for only an hour
& people get totally squirrelly,
they get really agitated,
start squawking.
Imagine a week to ten days.
It ain't going to be playin' yahtzee,
Personally, I'll be going on the offensive,
if you don't take the initiative,
the hooligans are going to come
and take all your **** by force.
I saw three headless bodies once,
hands tied behind their backs,
it was a ****** affair.
So listen up folks,
this picture of peace & calm
is only a facade,
it hides the animal
inside of all of us.
I've seen them.
Most people
are ravenous wolves
in disguise.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
You have the same name as my dead lover, that is why I cannot be close to you. It's not your fault, I know. It's just that that dead lover is my most recent dead lover. Having so many dead lovers is something endemic to these times. Up to now, we have survived a plague, yes, but it has left a more than squirrelly effect on me. Not just me, also. There are other squirrels. We scuttle about in certain circles, mostly running into each other at survivor groups. I've not seen you pass through, but since you're here now, hello. I know you're hurting, it's why we walk through that door. How did he pass? Were you with him at the end? How long were you together? You see, this is how it goes here. So, would you mind not sitting so close and gazing at me that way, I'm still readjusting to the sound of your name. I'd rather marvel over you from afar at this present moment. We can be nuts for each other later. Ok?
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
my back hurts and i have no lotion to soothe the pain and alleviate the aches
that crack within the walls
of this treasured
illusion.
pointed
remarks
by dicators
slip from the tongues of squirrelly
amusements
and feast
within the belly of hanged entrails.
the last of us
are starving
and the few
that have
remained
will be shot down
like
a gross animal among the astonished herd
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
Those critters are squirrelly,
living in an exposed den
& slinking around
the wooded neighborhood
as if they're unseen by me.
Little do they know,
despite their cleverness,
the blending in of their furs,
I track all their movements.
If they knew,
I'd been privy,
watched everything they do,
then perhaps,
perhaps
they'd come out
of their own denial.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
no apparent fear while above the fragrant trumpets
focused leaps transpose a twitching tail,
"i need to be here....no there...wait, here!"
at least that's what seems apparent to me.
realistically, there is no above while here
there is no fear in focused leaps or nervous movements,
"i am home, it is spring, there is food!"
at least thats what i would think if i were a squirrel today.
instead, i am me. thinking about why Pepsi would
try to appropriate a social movement to enhance their public image.
why they would waste money on advertising at all,
because everyone knows what Pepsi is and how it tastes.
Instead, I'm trying to understand why there was more public outrage
over a stupid commercial while toxic nerve gas is being used against our foreign families. Why anyone was subjected to unspeakable crimes against humanity. Why has there been such little outcry about that?
Why couldn't Pepsi use their advertising budget towards securing a better world so people could enjoy their product? Why can't a corporation influence political world leaders. I mean some business' already do. Most Nations are just corporations anyways.
I think about these things and wonder who is better off: the squirrel that leaps fearlessly from branch to branch, the dead that suffered needlessly, or an American that thinks too much about these things.
I think I'd rather be the squirrel. Instead, I am me.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
Out corner of my eye
it sauntered slowly past
not large and nonthreatening
my mouth agape, aghast
I'd heard the neighbors talk
they said it lived round here
a creature made of myth
but hardly worthy, fear
I figure it a coyote
mixed with mangy cur
grey in patches fur-less
a squirrelly saboteur
More the pity felt
no pack or companion
a lonely silent hunter
down in Chupacabra
Canyon
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
I find it sometimes relaxing
not hard, or over taxing
meditating, in the yard
as my doggy guards
He strikes the oddest poses
his best, one supposes
showcasing all his talent
so regal, and, so gallant
Parading his small kingdom
a canine type, of wisdom
squirrelly, the rodents tease
from the fence line, and the trees
I lose all concentration
at his consternation
confounded and confused
and all the squirrels, amused
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC