It was the green
That caught my eye
The red seemed, elusive
Do not touch
You can't hold
Why have eyes
If forbidden to experience
Is the norm
Day after day
Finding people
But no way to connect
They would speak
I would reject
Advances to communicate
Defenses engaged
Soul inflamed
I just want a taste
Not like a huge bite
Certainly not the entire amount
But unknown consequences
Are too many to count
Loops engaged
Pressure building
In the reach
Aggressive, passively
Trying not to offend
Too late for sorrow
Not worthy of the mend
It's over, hope died
Vulnerability covered
With immature vines
Awaiting judgement
Cutoff, cast out
It would be nice
To at least have my Adam
Roaming around
In a fall world
Alone and defiled
Feels alien, regrettable
Sentenced to isolation
Written by Trudy Schrader 05-20-2026
each step forward, he's dying
a million deaths and change
- from fear of rejection -
putting on his bravest ever face
this self-effacing taciturn
to introduce himself to his crush
Beware of the albatross, under radar he flies.' If he gets
To a neck hold? I say' kiss your 'foi gras' goodbye.!
Forget about co-ahesion, play it cool with your hand.'
Now you're clear of the wilderness, keep your counsel
Private, stay ever oh so slightly un-planned.'
Dark thick clouds roll in
Lightning, thunder, and hail stones
Run to the basement.
Monday is coming..I can taste the dread.! a sacrifical
Summit i see ahead.' The condemed has long snorted
A magical power.? Dusty corners await now a'quiver to
Devour' aquaintances are many, and friends will be few.'
Times and a half times, once upon a time! (you were new)
You've consulted the augeries, and laid out the bones
Burned up the ether; been all hours on the phone' yet all
Comes to nothing, as when you were in power.? Your drop
Is fast coming, on the hill (you will cower!) Will it be steely
Silence? slippery as ice? Will there be great tumult?
When you are squeezed in the vice.! Will you go out the
Statesman?? It won't be that nice..Yet you tore down and
Ravaged now you'll receive; your own slice' oh yes they are, awaiting in style, in Ottowa to renounce you. Old trudeau.
And your well tarnished wiles.'
goodbye greenery
hello bright vibrant colors
welcome falls splendor
The fog delays alighting;
Suddenly I appear in that street.
the moon tries to peep out of the well
The wind chases a song all over the street.
As if some stranger I am watched uneasily.
A bunch of dogs come swimming
and get buried in the gaps of fence.
Losing consciousness
chaos escape the memory.
Rain that went past me
reaching the street-corner where I stood
was returning.
Despite closing skilfully
dog’s tail wags outside imagination.
The eyes of some passing across
hang me, who they had carried away,
upon a tree.
Slipping off the hands of those dragging me
Night has fallen down.
Better to lose even those things carefully guarded
and go searching for them in his company.
With many a moment of imagination turning blurred
I am left in a dense jungle directionless.
Behind the staircase, cowardly feet were stealthily
Climbing.
I am forcibly evicted from
the Night of few minutes.
These do not take place in just one night.
My goodness the time's really flying by
Nine o'clock and yet no new poems
Get your bum into gear my dear friend Jack
Morning will soon be broken
Try not getting caught with your pants down
Scouts say, “Always Be Prepared”
It's very good strategy for many things in life
Like toilet paper, always have a spare
Maybe writing poetry is a little bit different
It comes from deep down in our soul
If the brain ain't clicking there's not much use
Really difficult to really control
Feeling some movement, hope it's not a doodoo
Think it might be a few rhyming lines
By jove, I do believe a poem is emerging
So everything is gonna turn out fine
Needn't have worried, it's happened before
Last minute poems are the best
Damn problem is they usually don't rhyme
Means I really do fail the test
From sky new novel 'Approaching Storm'
The winds of war have called again
courage summoned—to befriend
Through evil darkness blowing strong
we face the threatened coming dawn
The bats in the tower
rats in the barn
Night befits cowards
who run from the storm
(Poem To End Chapter 48: March, 2023)
The finger on the trigger
has destiny in its hand
(Poem To End Chapter 39: February, 2023)
Invisible in nature
it simmers within
To rise to the surface
when conflict begins
(Poem To End Chapter 32: February, 2023)
A man clad in mystery
history would learn
The world in his debt
with fury to burn
Duty and honor
in marriage live on
With courage his mantra
—and battle his song
(Poem To End Chapter 20: February, 2023)
The graves have been dug
all bugles away
Medals awarded
for valor displayed
The soldiers in transit
to homes once so dear
But where is the peace
—when gunfire you hear
(Opening Poem To My New Novel: ‘Approaching Storm’)
Swirling, twirling leaves are hurling
around, abound the trees and ground
Singing, ringing breezes bringing
lonely, goldly autumn only
Leaving, grieving October's weaving
its sleepy, slippery shroud
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