Don't You Have Something Else To Do?
Okay.
I'll pretend I am curious.
Why are you peering over your fence,
With binoculars?
It is obvious what you are doing.
And those neighbors have moved.
'You don't know everything.
I happen to be observing,
The activities of rare squirrels.
Grey in color and munching on pine nuts.
And...
I am not looking at 'that' house at all.
Okay?
Nosey.'
I see.
And...
Would they happen to be sitting,
Eating dinner...
In the living room of our other neighbors,
Living across the street...
Who invited their friends over?
Because those 'rare' squirrels,
Should be eating their nuts in the trees.
Shouldn't they?
'They just ran behind that house.
Don't you have something else to do?
Besides spy on me.
Ssssshhh.
Someone's getting a divorce.'
Oh?
Since you're into reading lips.
What else are those 'squirrels' discussing?
'You need to learn how to mind your own business.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Run The World? Squirrels!
World run by squirrels?
Humans will be in perils.
If squirrels run the world
Let's see what will unfurl.
The world will fill with nuts.
Walnuts, pine and peanuts.
Management geta the walnuts.
Middle class gets the pine nuts
That leaves the rest peanuts!
Nuts' Are All Over The Place!
I'm not going to tolerate anyone's nonsense!
#1...Because I don't have to!
#2...Because I choose not to!
And...
#3...BS and I are not related at all.
So I do not have to pretend there is a bond!
Some folks put up with others just to get along.
'Why can't we 'all' get along? '
Why?
'Cuz one bed will not accomodate all of us,
That's why!
Some like to pout and roll their eyes.
Gossip and backstab.
And they do it to family members AND close friends!
Can you imagine?
And where I live,
Close friends and family members kill themselves...
Over a slice of toast!
Or something else LESS 'urgent'!
Folks are 'nuts'.
Even the squirrels will have nothing to do with them.
And when squirrels are seen turning their backs away...
An investigation is needed.
With an immediate assignment given!
But...
To 'who'?
'Nuts' are all over the place!
I'm not going to tolerate anyone's nonsense!
#1...Because I don't have to!
#2...Because I choose not to!
And...
#3...BS and I are not related at all.
So I do not have to pretend there is a bond!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tired of Nuts
If by birth I was a squirrel
With dreams someday I'd speak.
I would not spend time
Jumping from tree to tree
Or staring at birds searching worms
Pecked from the ground and pulled with beaks.
I'd gather all my nuts to munch,
And practice vowels from a branch...
'A-E-I-O-U' I'd do,
Adopting fresh skills to enhance!
And I would do this out loud, of course...
To keep stunned squirrels aware,
I had heights I wanted to achieve
And sights other than nuts to bite...
Before the season dropped their leaves from trees!
And visions of speeches,
To prepare and teach...
More squirrels I knew who grew tired of nuts,
Too close without a challenge to reach.
And 'that' I would suspect from a hunch!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Long, Long, Long, Long Ago
Long, long, long, long ago,
There lived a man named Santiago
He loved to play his pipe day long,
By the rivulet and hill along.
The tune of the pipe filled the air,
Nature the listener, human a rare!
With its melody danced the trees,
The brooklet stopped going freeze.
The sky remained azure always,
The Sun could not withdraw his rays.
He had nothing to have there,
Squirrels cracked nuts to share.
The song birds singing moved around,
Keeping in pace with his lovely sound.
Happy was the man Santiago,
He lived there long, long ago.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Okaerinasai
this is the stranger
dusty face and muddy
feet
caulked
he still holds the key
to the old room
his room
opens it
he was away for months
his dog is dead
inside the bathroom
the whole house
stinks
all lines are cut off
it is dark
he arrives at night
dogs are howling
the trees have no leaves
the winds are cold
the path is
grassy and wild
the squirrels left
when he arrives
nuts
the rats stand at
the door watching
his every move
there is a mirror
at the veranda
at the side of the
door
it is hazy
it could be me
in this
horrible
thought
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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New To The Neighborhood
I know you are new to the neighborhood.
And with that said...
I would caution you not to make any attempts,
To treat the other squirrels you see around here...
With respect or hints of it.
Since...
If you permit yourself to do that...
You just might find your nuts cracked.
'That's fine with me.
Isn't that the purpose?
I would consider that a neighborly act of unity.
And if I may admit this...
Sometimes it would be nice to sit and relax.
Knowing that another squirrel would do that for me.
And I didn't have to scratch any squirrel's back,
To keep my own nuts protected.'
Yeah...
You're new.
You've taken my comments...
Too far out on branches dislocated from the trees.
You must be a rehabilitated nut crusher?
Have you just been released,
From those Scotch Pines behind the Maples?
'No!
I'm a realist.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Willow tree by the lake
Willow tree by the lake standing tall since the day one
Home for birds and squirrels, place of fun
Breeze will come and play with her branches
Whistle at them before they move on
Any time, at mid day, at night or at the crack of dawn
Humming bird feeder and bird house hanging all over the tree
They swing back and forth and hang free
All summer it is a fun house as the birds come and go
Rabbits will hop around on the ground below.
Ducks will sit idle or sleep under her shade
Squirrels will carry food up the trunk, not afraid
During winter when nature sleeps no life around
Willow tree will shelter the birds, the squirrels
and even the worms under it's ground.
Many yrs ago I planted the tree, saw it grow day by day
Sat under it, wrote poems, it made me happy and gay
I know one day my time will be up and I will be gone
But my willow tree will still be here, singing with the wind at each dawn.
poem by Syed Karim
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The Coventry Squirrels
Near Coventry Cathedral, upon the green,
A group of grey squirrels can often be seen.
Squirrel food can be bought from the gift shop,
Where many of the City’s tourists do often stop.
The squirrels there are amazingly tame,
And seem to enjoy their relative fame.
Up and down the tall trees, they race;
Dashing around at an incredible pace.
When they spot a tourist walk along the path,
To them, it could mean food – they’re not daft!
Up in the trees or on the ground, they keep an eye,
On all of the people who are passing by.
When someone stops and looks their way.
They run on over to them, totally unafraid.
For food, they are always on the scrounge,
And luckily, for them, there’s plenty around.
I feel slightly unnerved if they come too near.
Inside, I begin to feel a slight sense of fear.
I saw on You Tube, a surprising video online,
Where, up someone’s leg, a squirrel did climb!
Watching the squirrels, I really do adore,
And always want to stay a few minutes more.
Watching them all, really does make my day,
And I find it incredibly hard to tear myself away.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Everyone Will Feel Pinched By a Grinch On the Loose
Everyone will feel pinched.
By a grinch on the loose.
This festive holiday season...
Has a sputtering train on the tracks.
With barely an engine!
And no caboose.
No champagne to sip.
Or horse radish with bacon dip.
Don't light up that Christmas Tree...
Unless you have gas,
Instead of electricity to heat.
Take the turkey out of the freezer,
With other leftovers from Thanksgiving Day.
Share this with your neighbors.
The ones still living near...
And haven't moved away.
Buy a box of crayons...
And color some brown paper bags!
Find something you will not have to offer,
To sell at a tag sale.
Like a teapot.
And not a sofa you have to drag.
Wrapped 'whatever' it is and tape it.
Take pictures of this!
Since this Christmas just may be...
The best one you've had!
Maybe not one you'll wish to reminisce.
'Be glad for what you've got!
You kids think money...grows on trees.'
My mom use to say.
And I began to pray,
For that to happen one day.
But today,
This is the reality...
The thought of eating fresh picked leaves,
May not be too far away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Reflection
On a trail, I spotted a turtle
lost from its home by the water,
I said to the turtle,
'If you're lost, I can help you, '
but the turtle just kept plugging along.
On that same trail, I saw two squirrels
racing to and fro,
I said to the squirrels,
'If you're lost, I can help you, '
but the squirrels just kept racing along.
Further down the trail, I found a mirror
that someone had dropped,
I saw God in its reflection-He said to me,
'If you're lost, I can help you, '
but I just kept walking along.
poem by George Aul
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The Songs Of Spring In The Garden
Have a lot on the ball in the garden
Have what it takes to make a good living
Geese perform a V-formation happen
Sparrows sing a same song whole day with spring
Squirrels put together trees up and down
Groundhogs take shower with warmly sunlight
Cactus has tested chilling in the town
Wild thornless rose has smiled applying a right
Elms with their new variant color shoot up
Previt with their piebald leaves move carefree
Poncirus in front of the door makeup
Mulberry listens to yellow jack bee
Host of garden thinks of with their future
Flower from soil is blooming great culture
poem by Hormish Woo
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Birthday Party 2
Birthday Party
Wolves and foxes had promised me not to fight on my birthday and
I made meaty cakes just for them; But black ravens I had not invited,
came too, egged them on, while also cruelly harassing sparrows in
the plum tree. I had put lights up on the trees in the garden but they
could not on my, day behave. I took the cakes inside, switched off
the lights went to bed and cried. A rumble in the forest, a bear came
told them to behave and be kind to me, mainly because I had baked
it a straw berry tart. The party continued, and squirrels sat on trees
squeaking happy birthday to you as I threw them nuts. In the animal
world it is all about food and as long as you can provide you’re a friend.
Except the raven they do not care, are contemptuous of my feeble,
attempt to be loved by unruly members of the Corvidae family.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Sonnet: Nature Feeds its Other Creatures Superbly
The Guavas o’er-ripe highest on the tree,
For long by humans unbothered remain;
Squirrels and birds come eat them happily;
God’s charity is enormous like rain.
Thus, Nature feeds creatures in unseen ways,
With berries, leaves that men care not to pluck;
The dumb creatures thus spend their living days,
From Antelopes, Ants, Squirrels to wild Duck.
A few men practice real charity;
This is by habit and not ignorance;
And Nature too can kill without pity;
When famine strikes, it is a ‘Skeletal-dance’!
God feeds His creatures through Mother Nature,
Who knows their problems well of their future.
poem by John Celes
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Think...........
broken bottles, broken glass,
everywhere scattered on the grass.
once it was spiky and green,
wind was blowing,
moving grass in the stream can be clearly seen.
upon the mountain through the trees,
blows a sweet, soft breeze.
think what will happen if trees be tear,
there will be no loin, no tiger no any bear.
no place for birds to make a nest
where could running deer be take a rest.
no place for hiding nuts,
squirrels are homeless,
sparrow finding space in the huts.
see clouds seem as teddy bears,
see rabbits, peacocks roaming without fears.
watch and catch the stars at night,
stars will not be as bright.
with in few or someday,
everything not be in same way.
blue water, floating high waves,
no dolphin, no star fish to be gaze, ,
in human there is wealthy race,
time will come we won't have even a single standing place.
it is time to awareness be raised,
for saving environment plan must be traced..........
Peculiar is my..
Peculiar is my mind
As of a opinion here..
Those squirrels percuss
When in solo each
My heart stretches its ears..
Cannot profess notating
Nor can syllable the screeches
Those captivating tones
Enchanting in variable meters
Sounding in chiseling stony tone..
When I opine of it so..
'Peculiar is my mind'
As of a opinion here
I like their rhythmicity..
Their tala patterns
Permutated to different sets
Screechings one, two, three
Combined with five, seven, nine
There goes a percussion concert
In congregational bands all around
Those squirrels rock tree to tree
Irresistable my admiration comments
'Have they morsing(jews harp) in their mouths'
'Peculiar is my mind'
As of a opinion here
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Fascinating Popcorn Munching Moments
Those profiled to be threats,
Are not the ones...
To bring to them ultimate regret.
Their neighbors, family and their own friends...
Premeditate daily to do them in.
'Did you get mine buttered? '
And this cycle of vindictive viciousness,
Is a part of their welcomed valued way of life.
As if predicted from an ignored and sitting script.
With a wish to rid themselves,
Of those not like them.
~I've seen this before.
You might not like this.~
And yet those who prey to choose their victims,
Are...
Their neighbors, family and their own friends,
Who premeditate daily...
To do them in.
Making for fascinating popcorn munching moments.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Not Going to Play With Me Today
You are so far removed from my to do list.
So distant you are,
My binoculars can not locate you.
I never thought I would feel this way.
But I am looking for a mind easier to find.
And yours?
It is never where you claim it to be,
Even when you bring it.
Playing peek-a-boo and hide and seek...
Chase-me-until-you-find-me games,
Were fine when I was a 'kid' in my 40's!
But one of us has grayed and moved on...
To seek a more muture outlook that pleases.
Don't smile and grin.
You are not that far from the fringes of this explanation.
Well...
Maybe you are.
When some of us became adults...
You decided to take another destination.
And I'm not adding that to my frustrations.
Of which you have helped to manifest.
You are so far removed from my to do list.
So distant you are,
My binoculars can not locate you.
I never thought I would feel this way.
But I am looking for a mind easier to find.
And yours?
It is never where you claim it to be,
Even when you bring it.
You are 'not' going to play with me today.
I have run out of scotch.
And my neighbors are not yet quite convinced...
My standing on the ledge of the building,
Is to get away from your voice.
They believe I have other wishes.
Even though I tell them I am fine...
You tell them I am having problems.
But you never tell them you are the main one!
They think I am the one who is 'nuts'!
However...
Five minutes with you,
Should end any clues I might drop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Are Our Neighbors
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Knockingdownwhatcanbefoundtogetnothin gdone.
Takingoutofcontextwithawishfailurecomes!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithm orelies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindis guise.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithmorel ies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindisguis e.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Squirrels With Tales
Skunks who bunk,
And break bread all together.
Stink and stank
As they stunk crunching feathers...
With pigeons who had their wings snipped
And tethered inside coops,
That lock!
Mocking with shocking degrading deception!
Smelling themselves to detect imperfections.
Finally they find they have not been perceptive...
To the ones who flock!
Watching...
Squirrels with tales who dropp their nuts,
From treetops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Homecoming Traveller
Long branches stretched over the driveway
Felled by a summer storm
On the mailbox, a red flag calling
The newspaper late on the ground
Dusky foxes fled the fading light
And squirrels clung to the sides of trees
As he approached, with shiny shoes
Teasing the stones like hide and seek
Light flickered from the house ahead
A fairy cartoon through thin veiled lace
She sat by the table, alert, fair-faced
Lightly curled hair, eating slices of pear
Oblivious to the traveller outside
Who might come home at any time
From anywhere, destined to wander
Through the swaying doors of her life
As the day took leave, trees standing guard
He paused an instant to mark the reprieve
Fumbled his key and the old screen door
To receive her smile, by joy released.
poem by Frank Bana
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