Population patterns in history line
A fold
That general Assembly
Has no peaceful minds hiding
Just as just a study
A must I interfere?
That's a head count happened.
Poor man's oath to wait it out and relay.
A 2 nd parallel beneath the 1st?
Since February of 2025 after the delay
for stated move in dates prior to Jan thru August 2024
Obstructing legislations passage in
California homekey qualifies a minimum
6 months of evidence in the willful
collection of bribes by employed Californians.
Rules as laws in reading legal headlines
defined by regulation of Republican policy shift
This shift in labor policy counters
Trial and error of time under Democratic policy
Zero Budget exists for grants of yesterday or salary
Suggested
No department transfers prepared
Then bribery is accounted for as precaution
To statement
Fact in science of math and letters from history
Let it be noted in speculation laws preventing
speculation that following private citizens
rights and manners is evidence against
When your wrong
You may not correct the truth
Death's Shadow creeps across the wall
Where memories of triumph Stand tall
Each scar tells stories of battles won
Each breath echoes choice made, undone.
The ledger of our days is closed
Accounted for in every pose
No whispered no apologies sought
No trembling knees, no faltering thought.
Before the throne of judgment high
We stand as mountains touch the sky
Our hearts ablaze with righteous pride
Our soul unbroken, side by side.
The divine inquirer raises sight
Upon our shoulders, straight and bright
No shame deliberate, no guilt resides
Only the peace that honor provides.
Through trials fierce and tests of fire
We walked the path our conscience dire
Each step deliberate, each choice clear
Our character forged, year by year.
A world stabilized by signature
Completed comprehension of letters
Leaving of all accounted
To begin work without support
Endowing the mind of all alive
Without distraction
The treasury note
Bill is paid
I spoke nothing in tongues
Check is written forth
Before failure begins a new
Annuity is gained interest from slovenly designed
Augment of an unhoused mind
Redaction of treasury note
Labor has de fine as wage
Add of time in coursed labor
Constriction of appendage is resignation
But tell my friend, you must have moved a lot.
Oh sure, I’ve been in a constant journey:
To a beggar for a few biscuits bought,
With a child thrilled as if with a trophy,
On pilgrimage, or in some wishing wells,
In temples, helping with a layman’s faith,
A rupee coin many a tall wall scales,
In constant motion, often out of breath,
And still, my life was truly well its worth
As measured by how useful really is,
High birth nor ever large acres of girth…
The note’s eyes were nigh moistened hearing this.
As I woke, thoughts took me to my childhood--
What pennies and pies could give-- thrill so good!
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Sonnet | 29.07.2025 | money, journey
Note: Pennies and pies: a rupee then had 64 old paisa, and each of which fetched three pies, and they all ran a long distance for me, every single pie was valued, which today even a rupee fails to fetch. Today’s paisa (all the hundred of them) is accounted for only by accountants on paper. Two-thousand rupee note no more in currency.
My attitude to leave life
"I have **no discrimination**
within myself, neither regarding anyone's actions nor their mistakes.
That is just a taste (a part of life's experience) which means the *
*fruits of karma will be received after death**;
only a few can truly perceive this. The rest is a different world, which is **Dharma** (righteousness/cosmic law)."
---
"I am not seeking a **struggle of discrimination**, nor am I taking away your path. Everything today is the future that will be accounted for tomorrow.
I am a **human**, and I uphold the identity of **humanity**."
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With love to all,
Jagdish Bajantri (Mahabharamnath)
A man with propellorized hat
Stepped up with his beanie to bat.
The fastball blew by,
Away he did fly,
He hadn’t accounted for that.
Faults on both sides,
That outsiders have widened,
With money for tunnels provided,
No due diligence accounted for,
Rocked me to the core,
With no one held to account,
For any of that amount.
Too many pawns on the chessboard,
And no white nights,
No compassion looked for,
Same old solution put forward,
Let's divide the land in half,
And shift people living in the wrong half.
Only hope that one day,
If we all pray,
Common ground will be found,
Above ground,
With outside money spread around,
On projects that have a gentle sound,
With due diligence now found,
And no drums heard calling for war,
As locals set up their own Chessboard,
And the outsiders get bored,
Removing themselves off the board.
There it was
What a surprise
The thing the heart
Had been searching, pulling,
Rummaging, toward...not knowing
PROOF
The proof of living
Written for all to see
There it was, in INK
BLACK, THICK INK
TRUTH had not stolen, taken, possessed
MONEY
Looking on through
The ledger accounted
For every penny spent
Not one dime toward the desire
Of the ONE yielding self for
FRUIT
LOVE keeps no account
The document is drawn up
In the substance of TRUTH's fear
Wrongly accused, blamed, sentenced
For treason toward the rejected
JUDGED
UNWORTHY TO BREATHE
.....well, that's getting shredded
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-21-2023
"Oh, Mr Flesh! Thou art a skilled warrior!
Only the truly truthful and broken soul can discern thy arts."
"Oh, thou most cunning! Cancerous entity!
To whom it is given to escape thee, is accounted most fortunate!"
"Oh pleasant plague! Sweetly, deadly poison!
Many great and mighty, fallen to thy bewitching wiles!"
"Oh malignant tumor! Subtlety at its finest!
Thy cunningly obscure traps entangles the swiftest of feet!"
"Oh beautiful prison! Keeping men in blissful death!
Happy we are for escaping, and happier are we for those who hereafter will!"
So happy to see your face
Yet I see concern on your line
I wonder if perception is playing
With what belief is trying to divine
How is it that easy to walk away
With a look of disdain
It's been years between our sorrow
Shall LOVE not gain
...an adult
If you would give me the time of day
I would tell you of my nights
Where terror tore at my flesh
While I struggled to break through light
If a moment is too long
Will you just see in my eyes,
That all I was, back then
Was tethered with Deception's lies
...a child
Oh, I see you, seeing
.....MEMORY...
She is no more
All her parts accounted for
At the foot of that CROSS
Where He gathered all my loss
....to make ME
Written by Trudy Shcrader on 09-20-2023
The expression of the inexpressible fall as tears. Those unending pains, overwhelming joys and beautiful mistakes are what a person’s cries want you to hear.
He had to be strong so he hid the overflowing emotions so you didn’t hear my screaming tears call. I was wiped away before you could even see me fall.
So many tears have fallen before me with untold stories wiped away. Before I dissolve I have a story to tell, please listen to what I have to say…
Looking over his expressions of love he realized he’s not worthy. I fall for all the love in the world. He wishes he could give you the world. That’s why I fall before thee.
I fall for the missing part of him; the Bible tells him you’re his rip. You’re the foundation of his structure. I’m the check valve when he feels he doesn’t want to live.
I fall for the unending pain he feels from the memories of every missed hug and kiss. I fall for the overwhelming joy brought with your letters leading to an epiphany of our family bliss.
Most importantly I fall for the beautiful love we share that puts him in a state of awe. For all this I formed in his eye and am accounted for when I fall.
this is a story...
of courage
and heroism.
after agonizing months
in captivity, withstanding
the churning maelstrom
of unspeakable horrors
day in, day out;
frequently subjected
to torture, mockery,
psychological warfare, etc,
the long-suffering prisoners of war
miraculously
make a break to freedom.
the great escape,
however,
tasted too bittersweet
to celebrate.
all but one was accounted for
the seemingly impossible
had to be done;
the intrepid soldiers
decide to u-turn back
behind enemy lines
to rescue one of their own,
no matter the cost.
fully aware
they're embarking
on a dangerous mission
that will suck them into
yet another maelstrom of war:
furious exchanges of gunfire -
they surge ahead nonetheless
they have no misgivings
dying by
the "Leave No Man Behind" code,
they live by.
Writing Challenge - M words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme/word chosen: Maelstrom
Date written: 03/20/2023
Too many times
we live in someone else's
make believe.
Truth really isn't that hard
to conceive
we spend too much time
consummating
someone else's cares.
So much time wasted
in our head,
there's never enough day
to act on changed minds.
Starting again
in the same sun rise
always surprised
by yesterday's acts.
Hearts dead set
on what ought to be.
Never considering
who you are to me.
A difficult problem
to define but always an answer
I can name.
Wrap my fingers around
and caress it ever so simply.
From atoms in the physical
to energy in my mental
the answer falls like rain
and never stains this knowing.
Gifted from the spiritual,
passed through metaphysical,
and accounted as a glitch
of what should not be.
Still the answer remains clear.
No one else has to believe
my make believe.
Can you feel it?
The way your soul shifted
and absorbed the brightness
of your facial expression.
How in the world
could anyone answer that?
I guess it doesn't hurt to ask.
But it's known all the same
The faces of parents revealed not a worry; not a care.
Kids walked alone, not for tricks, but for treats.
No child was worried about the candy eats.
All that mattered was that the candy was sweet.
And always with respect, the kids did greet.
Before I proceed further, I must hasten to
tell you that this night was unlike any other.
It was one uneasy and scary Halloween;
One with a different kind of scariness.
There were no razors or pins to be found in the candy.
Nor were there any deadly or toxic cookies.
There was a girl dressed like a queen.
Every policeman on the streets was a rookie.
No weird dresses or funny faces on anyone.
And there was a boy dressed like a king.
By comparison, every Halloween prior was a nightmare.
None were dressed in black. No super surprises.
Every child was accounted for, and none was missing.
Not one parent was found weeping in sadness;
But scores of parents were crying for pure joy.
No one was deceived, nor was anyone bereaved.
By comparison to every prior Halloween, this was a dream.
For children and parents everywhere, a night like this was due.
This Halloween was scary because it was too good to be true.
101222PS
They were accounted for,
they were officially dead,
but the alarming fact was
that large numbers of the dead
had gone missing.
Occasionally, still pinging cellphones
were found in Hades, Purgatory, and
other Bardo states.
Olympus was drunkenly silent,
as were almost all of the seven heavens.
In nirvana,
the footwear of some of the deceased,
had been left in a pile awaiting a divine fire,
footprints were seen
as if waiting for a cooling wash
in the fountain of everlasting life.
The missing had presumably
transported themselves
to some less boneheaded ideas
of the life after, one not yet imagined
by any dogmatic priesthood.
God was accused of not packaging
the deceased properly.
However the missing were never found
having discovered their own way out
of all that doctrinal,
inconsequential madness.
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