The aroma awakes my tastebuds... me next
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Summer, darkened off.
Hung yet of o'er
As bright to the core
Nectarine. Peach.
Arboured italian!
Now my pleasure
To share whose leisure
Ripe to ravish
Soft cheeked, alike squish.
When for, so reach.
When all time is passed; i'll meet you there.'
On sands of silver, by an oceon so rare,
where we can fly out to all the stars, or simply
Sift the silt to find, golden bars with a brilliant
Shine, that at a word will form a house with
Opal windows, fit with curtains of grace
Divine.' Where no age' ever does death bring.
We
shall tarry; smile laugh and sing, as lyre birds
caress golden harp strings; with feathers of
platignum on ageless wings yes we'll all
meet there who Jesus know, who have
died to self, who mercy show, who have
accepted? Of His crimson tide
That, binds up the tears, all humanity has
cried, there where the gates are made of
wisdoms pearls, that never
shut; and where
His river curls, shining crystal it can heal
All i'lls' there is joy eternal unending as
Gods spirit; has willed.'
As the evening moon- begins to rise
And the evenings sun- sinks and dies
I've got to see- another day gone past
And so, I'm blessed- it's not, my last
Not the last day- In this life I live
For I have much- so more to give
To give to you- straight from my heart
To take with you- for when I part
I hope my gift- prove be worthwhile
To show some hope- That'll make you smile
And let you know- when you feel blue
Up there, or here- I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you- for when you wake
And in the morning- for you to take
My gift I give- so much to spare
To show my love- to show my care
So, share my gift- to family and friends
To give to them- when your life ends
A little hope- for them to keep
Each passing night- before they sleep
As the morning sun- waves hello
And the evenings moon- fades its glow
I hope and pray- for heaven's sake
It'll fare you well- when you awake
Oh you blind..And willfull Nation.! Who stand on the very ground, of your acts.!
You took the living son of The One God
And 'slaughtered Him as foretold!'
He of the ' copper coloured hair' a likeness
Of the calf..With no worldly offspring
As the heifers, you hold are.' Caphias said
It is better for One to die for the Nation than
The Nation to perish.' You purchased His
Earthly life with silver.' The metal that is used in pagan ceremony, that shows its glint by 'moon and stars' You have treated the sacrifice that you ( accredited !) By all
Your acts.! And you will find no true peace
GO THEN.!!! Annoint the anti-christ bow before him and taste of his mercy..It will be a bitterness to your marrow, and gall to your
Very souls.' You display you pagan credentials daily..' in obscene and perverted acts in the sight of God and humanity.' Repent and accept the life of Christ, turn from the evil you pursue, and be part of Gods people.'
where does this put me,
when everything that clears the blur,
is actively trying to kill me.
I'm running in all directions,
since it was always all or nothing.
your frostbitten lies,
my golden glow,
the half-truths I tell myself,
to fall asleep at night.
I'm burning under fluorescent lights,
and it all feels ok, in that artificial heat,
until I realize,
it will only get brighter and stifling,
until I can no longer breathe.
Tell me how to shine,
without burning.
Tell me how to be a diamond in their eyes,
without breaking under their gaze.
Tell me how to fly,
without falling.
Tell me how to dream,
without waking up.
I overheard the Chief surgeon instructing
The Doctors as I was being wheeled to the
Surgical theatre for a surgical procedure
Paralysed by administered anesthesia
I couldn't stand up to the Chief surgeon
I watched the procedure like a spectator
from beginning to the end.
I was angry with the procedure for stitching up
that was recommended by the Chief surgeon;
knowing that it will leave me with a permanent
scare,
Because i held a health insurance policy
I was only waiting to be awake to make
my displeasure known.
(Written on the 27th of April, 2026.)
white blanket recedes
soft streams begin their journey~
life awakes from sleep.
sunshine warms the slopes
tiny rivulets now flow~
earth drinks deeply now.
green shoots sprout from soil
whispers of sweet spring at hand~
winter's grip undone.
a gentle farewell
to the quiet, freezing world~
nature's sweet rebirth.
Last night I had a dream
You told me how you much used to love me
You told me how I made it all so perfect
You told me that you’d kill me
If it meant we could be together
Forever
Last night I had a dream
You told me how I’ve changed
You told me how I can’t read your writing
You told me you’re leaving
But you left me here
Dreaming
I lie in the empty pit of my accomplishments
Waiting to wake up
A mile away in my bedroom,
Lies a bookshelf awake.
The sturdy, fine wood endures,
The weight—heavier than its own breast.
Compactly occupied,
Enough to choke on breath,
It holds the books I cannot escape,
An identity of a loser, preserved in its intact array.
The remainder is unbearable,
Cutting sharp, deep in streaks.
No blood flows, yet I stand still.
Bright, dazzling spines prick my eyes straight.
A wave of guilt fills the room,
And still, I cannot set it ablaze.
It pierces the moments as I lie aware,
A wish to die haunts me as it stands there.
Yet, it stays like a grave I cannot burn,
Waiting for me each time I return.
"We must say, goodbye to winter but do not be sad. It will come back again next year with a big smile and plenty of fluffy white snow. Now we welcome Spring to enjoy." By Poet
Winter is cold,
wind is so bold.
Ground fluffy snow.
Flowers awake,
not wearing cake.
Pedals not fake.
Colors so sweet,
like a red beet.
I want to eat.
Roses are pink,
tulips red ink.
Both make me blink.
Big butterflies,
bees with blue eyes.
Spring a fun prize.
Garden alive,
with a bee hive.
Flowers of five.
Led to a large mountain
WORD commanded TRUTH
"Speak woman of GOD
Command this mountain"
Vibration from voice
Began to dissolve the
Aged stone into pithy dust
Revealing the Ancient One
Awake, my friend, and breathe
It is time to shower the earth
With the purity of your fire
And purge the "army men"
From games that claim....I RULE ALL
Shangri La...I know your name
Hidden by fiction and fantasy
To make the faint of heart
Scoff at your essence
It was the Jinn who
Ensnared all of your kind
Finding ways to silence, bury
And hide the strand of TRUTH
You disappeared, they shifted
Just like chameleons in the desert
Always adjusting and igniting
The territory into land grabs
ALL IS MINE...by law
Ah...but the letter of the law kills
THE SPIRIT gives LIFE....LOVE WINS!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-03-2026
See the ways that make us unhappy, which can lead us to a negative life.
See the ways, that bring us down, to a place that is scary and unkind.
See the ways, that hurt us, that make others follow, and lead to death.
See the ways, that are not good, that make you sick and leave you in a bad spot.
See the path to love, to happiness, that will make you feel loved and supported.
See the path home to God, to all the ways that make you smile and feel glad.
See the sun and the moon, for no one makes you pay for that type of happy feeling.
See the food growing free, and plant more and share it with those in need.
See the green, and make more, for the trees clean our air.
See the good and multiply, all the ways that can make us feel alive and happy.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I looked longingly out my window
Even the moon seemed to snub me
The sky exuding gloom and doom
It was going to be a long night
Awake in the stillness of my room
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
America awake, before it is too late, many have no love for us, they only want to take.
Take our life, our money, our future, to make us pay and enslave us.
Lies and lies is all we see, they try to intoxicate us so we can’t see.
America awake, don’t let anyone cause you harm, stay on point and hold your ground.
America remembers its history, we keep learning and growing, we become more and more strong with each day.
Americans, we pray for future happy days, for all our needs to be met, to not be forced to be a slave with debt and other ways that make us live in sadness.
America, stay awake, stay in love and light, be not afraid, and walk with God by your side.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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