Belted Poems

BUSY BUSY BUMBLE BEE

Busy…Buzzing…Bumble Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms 
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee…•

Puppy Love Eyes

My first crush - Donny Osmond

Puppy Love Eyes

Never over, puppy love eyes;
Pudding melting has no lies.

Eyes stand up, beg for one thing;
Without pudding, could be no offspring.

Puppy Love belted out; I melt.
I grew up and true love knelt.

Crocodile Rock

My heart leapt with all joy, still does, with doe eyes.
Back in that day, before I knew Elton’s face, the sighs

of my sister and I, as we lie in our parents bed,
hours of tuning in to the sounds we were fed.

My heart leapt with all joy, as this Middlesex man
belted out this timebomb tune. Pop rock began.

Begins with innocence, new releases rocks repress,
with the leer of a crocodile on “Suzie’s tight dress.”

A young mind doesn’t fixate on innuendoes; doe eyes
recklessly leap and dance; with time, lyrics synthesize.

The moment I hear this tune, I’m back in time, inside
my Haviland skin, “hopping and bopping” amplified.

Labor Day Road Trip

Another test to prove - 
if its true that distance is shorter 
to mom's house than mine?
And witness -
how belted-in kids can still spin up reasons
to fight and bite;
or explore why -
at least one kid gets sick
so quickly at the start of the trip;
and rehearse our scripts
on what to say or not say to the in-laws;
all this to the cadence of thump-thump-thump
of the concrete freeway;
And yet still discover happiness -
is a sizzling steak as big as a plate,
is a steaming cup of coffee,
a moment's peace, a blissful
pause at a truck stop,
where time and miles -
don't exist.

Annapolis Too, Do-be-do-be-do

      Glenn Campbell sang of Wichita
         Trini Lopez of Kansas City

      Otis Redding crooned of Sausalito, CA
         Sittin’ on the dock of a bay

      Chicago was Sinatra’s kind of town
         He belted out the refrain

      Guthrie’s ‘City of New Orleans’
         Turned out be an Illinois train

       So why don’t they sing of Annapolis!
         It rhymes with Minneapolis and Indianapolis

       And fifty-four astronauts graduated the Naval Academy 
         ~ Updating ‘Anchors Aweigh’ would gladden me

Dan's Favorite Birds - 2 of 10 - Belted-kingfisher

The belted kingfisher is a cool dude,
But his girlfriend is even brighter hued.
He's loaded with dazzling features, but
What I like best is his spiky haircut.

The Countryside Conductor

He perched himself upon his stage.
He stretched himself up tall.
The Countryside Conductor
Fanned his wings and beckoned all

To join him as he welcomed in
A bright new sunny day,
To bring cheer to any appreciative heart
Who cared to listen on their way.

He belted out his melody
That lasted right to noon!
The sweetest kind of symphony,
The merriest of tunes.

Other voices harmonised
By whistle, croak and tweet.
Of different meaning in the bird world,
To humankind an aural treat!

Somehow too, it makes impact
For when we need a lift out of despair,
We may find ourselves recalling
The conductors tune that filled the air.

Breaking Is Down

Vibrant colors
Incredible Light
Flowing source
In void...night

A flash of pink
Caught time off guard
Pause created thought
Flow gathered
Colors mixed
At what  ought not
...be

Accusation came forth
Siting difference as wrong
Desiring to be CREATOR
He was given song

He belted out vibration
Nothing flowed without sound
Creation was in awe of music
As worship danced all around

....throne

Matter against LOVE
Created a solid seed
Unyielding in pursuit
Violence against difference
Birthed need
In wormy fruit

WAR........no peace......no rest

What IS...IS
And can only ever be
Unity with Creator
In the flow from me
.......Pink.......powerFILLED....Pink

Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-18-2023

The Unique Antique Shoppe

The curiosity shoppe
Was the place to stop,
For something unique 
... A rare antique

With floors that creak
A treasure in itself,
Amongst the keepsakes 
Lining each and every shelf

Under layers of dust
Upon layers of rust,
Hoping to snare
... A buyer's stare

Leather-bound books stand
With their titles erect,
Rifled through by many a hand
Now showing signs of neglect 

A belted steamer trunk
From a ship that sunk,
A top hat for the gentlemen 
An inkwell, a fountain pen

Here and there, a lamp
Was always dimly lit,
By an old rocking chair
Where someone used to sit

A delicate China doll
With a painted smile,
Next to dainty teacups
Stacked in a pile

Open for business 
With an eclectic mix,
The Unique Antique Shoppe 
... Closes at six.

Nonsense Poem

boisterous beekeeper was bathed, bound and belted.
besieged by bevy of beauties whose beeswax was melted.
fickle, frantic, frolicking friendly freedom, freshly felted.
persnickety, lickety-splickety personified, pointed and pelted.
On a sweaty, snarly summers eve swiggled, swayed and swelted.

Global Outreach

Getting connected through rhymes;
Lifted by our collective energy 
our outreach exponentially increases;
Beautiful belted voices 
a cappella synergy 
letting the distance fall
out of the shadows together as one;
Under a pen name making a statement
to the readers;
Rondines, couplets,or senyrus 
every letter moves as our souls align;
Alphabet magic 
connects us with it’s universal language
helping build bridges around the world.

Life Is Too Short

Life is too short
Was just getting into the swing of it
When WHAM... those so called Golden Years
Reared up and belted me on the side of the head
It's bloody well not fair!
Just when I thought I had it all figured out
My body says, “Hang in there, buddy!”
All my life, I looked forward to my retirement years
Then when they finally arrived
The gold is all tarnished and the body decides
It just doesn't want to co-operate anymore
So all you young'uns... it's as good as it's gonna get
Life sure is short
Enjoy it while it lasts!

Darkness Falls

edgar allen poe: he died on my birthday, but before i was born and before the beginning of the civil war. he might have enjoyed the pale horse of that day, as he endured the hellish bells, bells, bells & belted the raven’s forevermore.

sylvia plath: loved to take blood baths, hated tulips, and was born twenty days after my birthday, many years before. i was introduced to her bell jar in my high school years.

james mercer langston hughes: he invests in the euphrates, congo, nile, mississippi (m - i- double “s” - i - double “s” - i - double “p” - i) rivers, where his soul has grown deep.

robert lindley: the soup’s own dark poet, emotions worn on his sleeve,
he watches the waters flow from the riverbank & returns from ashes and dust

darkness falls and delivers

7/21/2022

Holly Has Autism

Holly did not communicate with people in a social way.
They interested her in almost no capacity, but cows fascinated her.
She decorated her room with cows, and she studied all their breeds.
This is how her parents learned to communicate with her.

Is this a dairy cow? Holly would scoff at their questions.
That is a Charolais, she would tell them, using her monotone voice.
What color is the Black Angus? She had no tolerance for this.
She did not understand teasing or a sense of humor.

The oldest recorded cow was forty-eight, right?
You know she was, and her name was Big Bertha.
When did she die? Sepember 29th, 1993.
Holly grew up knowing all kinds of facts about cows.

She knew the difference between Belted Galloways
and Wisconsin dairy cows. 
Cows have panoramic vision, she would state matter-of-factly.
They can see almost three-hundred-and-sixty-degrees.

She invented many machines that aided in milking cows.
An improved milking machine with a gentle touch.
And she invented a musical score that helped them relax to milk.
Her genius was well-known in the Midwest, she knew her cows.

End Times

End Times

When good men 
see bad things happen, 
and do nothing 
but watch... 
The world is set... 
on the road, 
directly to destruction.

Hope is put in the back seat, 
and not seat belted in, 
but left there to care
for herself, 
as she can no longer
care for anyone else. 

Faith... 
fallen under the heel of the wicked. 
The schools are full of rainbows, 
created to mock the truth of real colors
that can only be truly created by God.
Courtrooms and high offices, 
stuffed ballots in boxes, 
lies to our faces, 
and spaces for more tents to be... just ahead.  

Beware, 
beware... 
Find something you can do to change, what is... 
or there will be no reason to move forward at all.

Find something or someone... 
that you can talk to, vote for, 
or gather together, that still has value, 
worth fighting to keep. 

Find people, each person each day... 
look into their eyes and know, the way. 
The way the truth and the Light. 
There is no other that can save man. 
There is no other that will serve
as sacrifice for our sins, of complacency, 
and depressive whining about 
our status in life.

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