Best Mastering Poems
Music makes one dance,
and the dancer expresses
the mood of its sound;
poetry makes one recite
verses that are lively or dark...
it's the state of the moment,
that voice trapped inside
longing to break free.
I lift the burden of heaviness
by letting out my breath
and give life to words
whether they sound soft or harsh,
impactful, shallow or profound...
I master the language that
only the poet understands.
Do I expect awards, handshakes
or lauds? None of these I meditate
to win the crown and scepter of the gods,
and undeserving of such glory or merit...
I let modesty outrun imprudence.
Whatever critics think of my work
as being excellent, or mediocre,
I pursue enlightenment in knowledge...
words and ideals that make wisdom grow.
My pen is more powerful when it does
something amazing and reveals
the purpose of its intent by mastering
the language that only the poet understands.
Written on 1/23/2017
Our mouths don't tell boys Iike us
how to play hide-and-seek
under the shades of valentino love
when we're just toddlers of roses
mastering the wild game of love,
and song of songs from Solomon's verses
whose megaphone had led to the altar lyrical rappers and love therapist.
We don't tell boys Iike us
that love is as simple as ABC or 123
rather a transaction field
where we still find it difficult to keep dealings-
or rather pronounce the phonetics /eì/, /kju:/, /ju:/, /æks/
when L is /el/ O is /âu/ V is /vi:/ E is /i:/.
This love is crazy!
We don't remind boys Iike us
to be masculine enough on adventures
to the mountainous sea-gods
like Bowman sketching algorithm and skulduggery;
and fishermen's netts hook in the shallow waters
yapping fishes inside love-hole.
Boys Iike us aren't mad.
We don't tell boys Iike us
to be far from maidens
that invade the gate of their heart
and we don't remind them how
to compose a love letter—
Boys should be the architect of her house.
But for boys Iike us
we find comfort on our poems and books—holy books
the arithmetic, the equations, the formulas
that had line up into a single file:
in its unsolved riddles
giving room for the brain to do manual labor.
And when boys like us are done
being the adventures of our bliss,
we sow love in our poems that will
leave memories in seventh heaven
because boys Iike us are flesh and bones.
In all our days upon the earth
they are clouds all around
some are light but others dark
amidst them there’s hope to be found
These dark one’s can be awful
black and over boding to the soul
your mood seems always cast down
hopelessness fills you as comfort’s stole
Remember to lift your drooping head up
for over your hill lies your eternal hope
there’s a God in heaven waiting patiently
to see you passing down your rope
So this is our God of hope
Jesus who wipes away our cloud
keep your heart embraced in His
eternally secure the Lord has vowed
let night
work with
her hands
in carving
out this
moon again unto
this work of art
while, mastering
her craft
Dark skies - gather
A warm breeze rolls in
Disruption; atmospheric pressure
Desires; humanity’s troubled sins
Perceptions illicit emotions
Thoughts; heat - rising in the mind
Ancient - safety mechanism
Born; important for the time
Survival was imperative
Consumption; modern times all in vain
The conscious creature’s dilemma
Awareness; somethings driving us insane
Blind drives…
Natures blessing - society’s pain
The instinctual beast
Twisted; we’re one in the same
What God joined together
Man can’t tear apart
A primitive brain
Consciousness; the human heart part
Mastering desires
Discerning the thoughts
Cravings diminish
Tranquility’s what sought
The drives are within us
Acceptance; a warm breeze of glory and pain
Adaptation via atmospheric pressure
Unsettled; man still remains
When I first visited Saigon
Learning the Saigon Shuffle
Was difficult
And now 24 years later
It all seems to be coming back
There is an art to crossing the street
Dodging the motor cyclists, the taxis, the private cars
The bikes and other pedestrians and the buses
The art consists of letting the big guys go first
Then walk between the motorcycles and cyclists
Trusting that they will get out of your way
And they being masters of the Saigon shuffle
Always find a way
In my two visits I was struck
By how it all flows together
Without a central authority
And with almost no planning
Lights or cops
Somehow it just is
And somehow it works
And it is still a mystery to me
24 years after first
Encountering the Saigon shuffle
Who would have ever thought
All of living could come to this
Mourning over what was
A perpetual state of exclusionary bliss
Pop! Went the weasel, as she moved,
Toward the only difference to give her voice
While he skipped along behind
As the man who yielded to woman's choice
Out from original creation, she came
He, never quite...the same
Throughout HIStory, memory of time
Has scratched on the dotted line
Lie after lie, causing man to believe
Nothing of the original creation
Learning passed new and tantalizing sensation
To bring humanity to retrieve
............................RESTORATION
She was brought to humanity
On cloven tongues, fifty days from ascension
To comfort and teach, maybe even reach
The part of the mind that desire's retention
One span of time was devoted to feeling
The second, the age of reason arrived
When Wisdom looked upon her children
She sighed with relief that TRUTH had survived
.......................treason
In the bed, yes, always in the bed
The majority are fighting off attacks of fear
Some sleep in comfort, with memory
Replaying all the dreams of previous years
Still, there is a remnant.....engaged in battle
Riding to war without a comfortable saddle
.................Mercy riding on Wings of LOVE
It's that line, that ALWAYS leaves void, in the mind
And that incessant need pulling back on the DIVINE
.......................for Pity's Sake............let me at least......................REMEMBER
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/29/2020
I will not work myself
Into an early grave
Building and tearing down
All I gave
I will not give my name
To objects of success
Allowing judgement
To determine if I did my best
I will not yield resources
To the hope of Ba'al
Stressing myself to sickness
Trying not fail
I will not bow to a god
Who brings Justice if I serve
Where the ONE at top
Shoots goodness on a curve
Nope, He is eternal
No matter survives His presence
I will live in the "IS"
Opening to creation the beauty of His essence
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-29-2024
OF MASTERING TODAY’S TIMES
Controversy has its place,
as to disagree does not necessarily
mean to disavow; save in the event 0f
conspiracy to subvert justice, and void the
rights to life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness:-
Today’s controversy
over power in America,
has become so conspiratorial that
it has reached the point of bastardizing
much ideology of the founding constitution
of our present-day painfully weary nation:-
To lend some sort of legitimacy to such,
those seeking overall power by whatever means,
have now convinced the judiciary to resurrect
old legal terms to legitimize unconstitutional,
fraudulent power mongering, over those
who are victims of the old axioms echoing
ignorance is no excuse for what is now law:-
Thus, is today’s controversial legacy of corruption,
granting itself a special master to declare, the law is
whatever his judiciary says it is, despite it being a ruling
seemingly of Neo Nazi thinking, or at its best, fascism
in the conservatism of today’s cold war mockery: a rendering
of a truly white house down reality of a bigoted power monger’s
evil pontificated echoes to those deemed ignorant of daily bastardized
so call laws of the rape of the constitutional womb’s political equity;
daily profusely bleeding with trumped idiotic ideology:-
OF AND IN THE MASTERING TODAY’S TRYING TIMES
Controversy has its place; for to disagree,
does not necessarily mean to disavow
except in the event of conspiracy
to subvert justice, and void
the right to life, liberty, and
the pursuit of happiness:-
Today’s controversy over power in America,
has become so conspiratorial that it has
reached the point of bastardizing some
of the great ideology of the founding
constitution of our present day,
weary worn, ununited nation:-
To lend some sort of legitimacy to it all,
those seeking to obtain overall power,
doing so by whatever means, have
demanded the national judiciary
to resurrect old legal-based terms,
to legitimize unconstitutional, fraudulent,
power mongering over those who are
victims of that old axiom’s echoing cry today:
ignorance is no excuse for breaking new laws:-
Thus, is today’s controversial legacy of corruption;
granting itself a special master to declare that law
is whatever his judiciary has been told to say it:-
Today’s conservative cold war political mockery,
is indeed, a “White House down” reality, echoing
bigoted power mongering evil pontification, towards
those deemed ignorant of daily bastardized, so-called
laws of a raped constitution’s womb of political equity,
Profusely bleeding daily, with trumped-up, idiotic ideology:-