I'm a child in awe ~
what are you doing with my legacy
what hope do I have?
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Slow down enjoy the spread
take time find beauty where least expected
tune in ~ feel the harmony
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Heart out of glass, my dear.
Don't give it to anyone, don't go near.
Humans like to break things.
I don't want you to be destroyed, like a useless vase.
Your heart must bloom like flowers.
Your soul must glow like the rainbows colours.
I don't want you to ache.
Don't want you to break.
You're too much worth for a heartbreak.
Your heartbeat must go on,
with the rhythm of life.
And I know, life has risks.
But only take the risk,
if you promise me you won't let anyone break the vase.
Your vase of love,
Your vase of life,
the vase of the kindest soul I will ever know in my life.
Never plan to leave me, please.
It's an honour to protect your heart of glass, your vase I have to keep safe.
Your heart of glass, clear as the sky without clouds, as the ocean, as the space, without any sound.
You're open like a book, clear to see trough -
but don't let any destroyer near you.
My Dream
No
War
Vain
Pain in
The world
Peace rooms
Collect us all in together
Harmony sings love songs so much
We live and let live with no war to wage to harm
WAR
ONLY HITHER KNEW HIMSELF
SELF TO DESTROY THE WORLD
WELL DONE MISTER
WE HAD ANOTHER WAR FROM YOU
The points made above with info
Show how our accounting rules blow
Though billionaires laugh
They should with their staff
Read this eco manifesto
Swindlers and charlatans
strut the world’s stage
Decent folk beat a hasty retreat
‘tis the era’s outrage
(“Dark Pool Nebula”, 2011, original oil)
Different Worlds
I travel to different worlds in my dreams,
In my mind, even day by day
With different aspects of my self
In this one body.
As I get older I see we all live in different worlds,
Determined by what we believe, how we are raised,
And what we learn.
Sometimes we can stand on the same street corner
And be in totally different worlds as we chat.
Some people know all about this
And some are totally clueless,
Yet still we are all in our own world.
Is this a problem that needs to change?
I don’t think so
It is just the nature of things
The nature of having a mind
Especially so with an independent mind.
So maybe it is good the way things are.
What is bad is trying to change this
Trying to make everyone conform.
But how would it be if a fish thought itself
A bird, or a bird a fish,
Or a man a woman, or a human a god?
Some things are just not meant to be.
And so I travel to different worlds
In my dreams and in my mind,
And as I become more familiar
The worlds become more wonderful.
(9/15/25)
P=Perhaps we should have.
E=Ears for hearing, so listen more.
R=Reading time for a good poem to start each day.
H=Heart, show love along our way.
A=Applause for others and say thank you.
P=Praise as we are blessed.
S=Smiles to give away and make someone's day.
Frankly it’s a lot easier for me
To visualize whirled peas than world peace,
And I imagine that’s true for everyone.
The only way for me to visualize world peace
Is through the eyes of a child
And more and more
That child needs to be younger and younger.
To say these are difficult times
Is a truism verging on trite,
But with every challenge comes a reward
And after every night a dawn
To cite a few more apt and trite truisms.
Do I have hope? Not really
Do I have fear? Not really
What I have is honor for those who try
And celebration for those who succeed.
AC/DC sang it best,
“It’s a long way to the top
If you wanna rock ‘n roll”
So let’s rock ‘n roll.
(9/14/25)
When my mother in law died a few years ago
She did so at home before dawn one summer’s morn,
And my wife and I went over and sat around
For a few hours as her dad cooked us breakfast.
All the time her mom’s body lay there
Slowly cooling in the living room.
And what was remarkable
Is that for such a low key and unassuming woman
Gale filled the whole house
With a palpable peace and stillness,
Unlike one I’d ever experienced before.
Today I feel that same kind of blessing is being felt
With the passing of Charlie Kirk,
Except instead of filling a single house
His spirit is filling the entire world.
Let that sink in for a moment.
We’re talking about a once in a millennium kind of soul.
(9/13/25)
A freak of nature
Rejected, thrown
Left to expire
Not wanted
Not loved
Not desired
....unbonded
No support
No family
Community or home
Pile of souls
Abandoned
Alone
....unbonded
Buyers came
Agreements made
Heart torn
UNBONDED sold
Enemy's gain
Fear born
....binding
Worlds, legends,
Myths, lies
Narrative to boot
Mind taken
Will bent
A single root
....binding
Mother tree
Ecosystem threaded
Benefits awarded
Influence
Manipulation
Contracts Recorded
....time
Seed manifested
Flow untethered
LOVE sacrificed
Resurrection manifested
Empty womb
Looping Advised
....unity
Consciousness awakened
Responsibility taken
Earth's core, shaken
Blood bought soul
Freed to be whole
Authenticity known
....unity
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-13-2025
I keep coming back
as if, one day, I'll find
the illusive angle,
that moment of perfect alignment
when the river, the clouds,
the trees and all
that is manifested
will break open and reveal
what is really there,
when what holds everything
together ruptures
and spills forth the sublime.
I get a sense of it sometimes
at dawn when the sun
breaks through the clouds
in a blinding burst of light
and in the quiet of evenings
when a birdsong pierces
the forest with sound so pure
it seems to open a gash
in time before closing
over in a sad covering
of silence. I am granted
only glimpses as if more
would be too much
for me, composed as I am
of stuff made of this world,
its blunt chemistry.
your gaze hides a love
entrenched deep within your heart
peeking through the veil
a shy glance that holds my world
like dahlia blooms all seasons
My country, it is not the sweet Portugal
AND yet I love Fado, the wine of the Douro,
My country is not beautiful Italy, nor Rome,
And yet I love Naples, Palermo, and Florence,
It’s not Haiti or Salvador de Bahia,
It’s the Dolce Vita and Eight and a half, in black and white,
I like all the films by Fellini or Antonioni,
My country, it is not the illustrious talkative France
AND yet I like Jurançon and Monbazillac,
I like beef bourguignon and duck with orange,
My country, it’s not California, or Utah,
AND yet I like Monument Valley, Hollywood Boulevard,
I love the Grand Canyon and Los Angeles at night,
My country, it is not so political Turkey,
But I love Istanbul and sleepy Cappadocia,
It’s the Dolce Vita and Eight and a half, in black and white,
My country is the cinema, it’s the privileged place
Where will the train stop from your indolent and black eyes,
It is beyond, the bridge of lascivious embraces, the bridge of the Iroise
It’s the country I like when you play for me alone, O my action.
NB La Dolce Vita and eight and a half, are two masterpieces by Fellini.
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