Incline your ear
Can you hear
The ratta tat tat
Of the scarcity scat
A boom a loom loom
Feel the rhythm of doom and gloom
Tether the skin within
To the musical tune
Honeymoon feelings thrive
With the abundance of jive
Relief is present in the pheasant
Kings have prepared, aromatic and pleasant
The wanning begins into a drop
Feelings sing, loudly, no more time to shop
Defenses rise and even push
To feel the robber in the bush
The crescendo tops the mountain
The edge of existence, plunged into the fountain
The fall is deep, leaving all you wanted to keep
Water of guilt and shame engulfed by the leap
Ah...but the beginning comes again
We will forget about the end
Jiving to the thriving beat of violence
Scarcity's heart emulating the unaliving
...of LOVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-04-2026
Bright night
Moonlit site
Morning sun
Now breakfast buns
Still fish
Trout tails swish
A place that I sometimes will go
So I can settle down my mind
Somewhere that I can sort my thoughts
A place where they will then refine
It's their I figure what I'll do
A place that I sometimes will go
To build upon what has been done
So I in life can surely grow
I find that I can think my best
When I find myself alone
A place that I sometimes will go
Will have no map where it is shown
For it is solely in my thoughts
When I extract myself to know
To free me from what causes strife
A place that I sometimes will go
liquid or dry
condiments, seas'nings
what is spicing your life
I have finally found my favourite shopping bag
the words upon it say "my poo grows trees"
Also depicted a cassowary below his bum a young shrub
I'm like the cassowary I make use of all my poos and wees
Both in the compost with vegie scraps and other useful "waste"
when the compost is dark and friable and fully broken down
I make a compost tea or add sand to make a seed raising mix
Fill buckets for my orchard to spread goodness all around
My efforts are rewarded as I harvest an abundance of fruit
mango paw paw grumichama sapodilla all organic fare
If you are ever in far North Queensland come and visit
for breakfast a bonanza I would love to share
I have succeeded in my inner world.
It's not success in the material world.
I may have accomplished some things --
too small for the physical world that most people live in.
I don't use math in counting my blessings --
too less for those who have more than enough.
I'm just Me existing in my small, silent world so big... magnified in a non-physical board!...
Forces of good and evil, are all around, they work to dominate and take all.
All of our life, all that we love, forces of good and evil work to dominate our life.
Life forces we pray that all of our life is good and makes us be okay, we love life and love God, we lift prayers for protection in our life.
Forces of evil, are present in our lifes, we read about the evil that harms, that corrupts, that makes us live in a lowly and depressing life.
Forces of good, make us feel high with positive vibes, lifting us to a state of feeling good inside, like a sunny day, we feel warm and cozy in our good loving state.
Life forces we pray that all of our life is good and makes us be okay, we love life and love God, we lift prayers for protection in our life.
We recognize the forces that surround our life, we ask God and all of the angels to protect us from negative and evil in our life, may we walk in peace and love all the days of our life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Part 1
I mourn the time when earth was whole:
Before the coastlines sunk so low,
Before wildfires raged out of control,
Before lakes and rivers shrunk without snow,
Before structures cluttered coastal beaches,
Before the air took away our breath,
Before laws of nature suffered breeches
And 'Acts of Man' hastened earth's death.
Part 2
Poisoned water and poisoned crops,
Man's interference never stops.
Soon the land will be laid bare
With contamination everywhere.
Bees die off before the spring;
Their absence leaves a lasting sting.
Nature had a renewable plan
But never considered 'Acts of Man'.
Part 3
The earth is scourged by fire and flooded by rain.
Fire burns year round and consumes every blade,
So floods run free and destroy the terrain,
While smoke and smog, the air degrade.
God put the Garden in mankind's hand,
When life on earth first began,
To be good custodians of the land.
Can earth survive these 'Acts of Man'?
Peace and love, flow all around, like the air we breathe we can feel it flow.
Flowing all around the joy and love of life, the times that make us feel alive, the times that make us smile with pride.
Peace is always our plan, we love to feel happy and love to feel free to pray and love and move like the wind.
Peace is a feeling of calm, like a warm cozy cup of tea, we love to feel complete and filled with good cheer.
Peace is always our plan, we love to feel happy and love to feel free to pray and love and move like the wind.
We pray for peace, for love, for all the positive outcomes in this life, like a story written in time, we pray for all the best for all of our lifetime.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
We’ve met beside the creek near our homes,
Where water rushes, tumbles, and foams.
You helped me free a duck from a snag,
And released a fish caught fast in a bag.
The latest rain has made a mess;
The creek is showing its distress.
I cannot clear this water’s grief alone,
Nor make its muddied banks a safer zone.
So, if next Saturday you have the time,
Bring gloves and bags; we’ll clear that grime.
We’ll lift what does not belong in earth or foam,
And leave the ducks and fish to safely roam.
When all our toil has freed our creek,
We’ll have a picnic, like last week.
The clouds will always roll in.
They'll build up, expand, keep coming
Until the day turns to a solid gray.
Storms are good only if they give back,
And when the rains come,
And they only drain the life on this earth, something is dreadfully wrong.
So goes the nutrients, minerals, vitamins and energy-
All washed out.
So goes the cycle-
The circle of living in our dying environments;
So goes the growth-
For the awaited drink of life has been poisoned.
The poison comes from the wicked hands of ignorance, of contempt.
The struggle for life is continuous,
Attacks are everyday in some places.
This is our only home, but
Why do we care so less,
And know so little?
And while storms ravage down here,
And storms rage in the clouds,
Somewhere way above,
There's a great big blue sky
Fighting on the other side.
brightest bulb shining
highlights trees with chill and dew ~
cold lemon canvas
(September Full Moon – Assiniboine)
Ase begins as breath- The
Quiet spark inside
Intention.
Ase grows ad force- The
Current that spiral truth.
Ase becomes energy- The
Power that turns spirit into
Reality.
Time is like the flow of water; it flows, it moves, it creates and loves with its flow.
Time is the movement of all things; it has no end, it moves at its pace, like a runner it has its pace.
Sometimes time move slow, than fast, it seems to control its speed and can go fast than slow.
Time controls a lot, it allows us time to miss or be in a spot, like an arrow moving in space; it has the ability to control the outcome.
Time we have to pray, to love, to forgive, are all gifts from God on our way through this life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
ruby-throated bird,
gulps sap from indian pink,
sweet taste receptor
green plume backyard guests,
who hover, soar, fly backwards,
wing beaters migrate
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