You are my sanctuary in
human form-
an unwavering solace when
the world feels discordant
and too loud.
You possess a rare
luminosity, the kind of
empathy that doesn't just
sympathize,
but bears witness. You
metabolize my uncertainties
into courage, and transmute my
ordinary moments into something
incandescent.
In you I've found a steadfast
reciprocity :
a benevolent constancy
that asks for nothing, and
gives everything.
You are the gentle
interlocutor of my unspoken
thoughts,
the celebrant of my small,
improbable triumphs,
the quiet architect who
helped me rebuild when I
came undone.
With you, vulnerability isn't
a risk- it's a homecoming.
Your presence is a benediction.
Your loyalty, a masterpiece of
grace.
Thank you for being the
kind of friend who makes
my life feel more luminous,
more tenable, more beautiful.
I am profoundly grateful our
paths converged.
You came into my life like a star
And filled my heart with joy
You took my pain as if it was yours
And gave me love that no one could.
You gave me a shoulder to cry on
You were my pillar when I was falling
You were my strength when I felt low
With your smile, you made my living on earth worthwhile
Created and given a name
A world questions who am I?
I am a man with virtues
Standing strong on any convictions presented to me
I am a humanitarian of blood and flesh
My origin being native American
Born and educated in America’s promise
Reasoning of mind and thought justified
Don’t question my integrity
Don’t hate, but appreciate
Don’t separate, but socialite
I am always at the center of my own conflict
Never a chance to explain
You just want to complain
I have a name
Even though I am not famous, I am committed to accomplish, establish and contribute
My name is important
I have a purpose being a life to live and assemble
That is who I am
At least to me
Don’t judge me, but respect me
Possessing character above all
Don’t look at me in race
It is not a curse, just a variation among the races
Heritage follows
Determination guaranteed
Obvious and ever after
I am Somebody
Recognize
Post email setup’s “gold medal” triumph, face to face on screen,
with sister Jay who sagely warned against overt optimism,
Yet within space of five minutes, we chin wagged without a glitch
Those lucky by the place of birth
Condemn those who were not
Born lucky too, so in reverse
They hate those lucky ones a lot
Ain’t this a perfect harmony
In the best of all possible worlds
They’re gonna kill me, to feel free
If I don’t kill them first
Hey you philosophers in your
Big libraries behind the chair
Enlightening how to tax me more
Express your little care
Your ramblings are advocacy
Of those who sign your pay
You’re playing aristocracy
Directing what to think and say
But when the demos gets too loud
You’re giving interviews
Showing outrage against the crowd
That tends to change its views
But you don’t like to be involved
The best of worlds must find
Some nannies, to protect the old
From their own worried minds.
Novelist pinnacle
Love and War
Situations and circumstances
Chapters upon chapters embrace
Diabolical thoughts
Words illustrating themselves
Sentences acquainting
For whom, what and why
Journeying into adventure
Emotions interlock
Actions through responses
The Sun that never sets
Nighjts that are uncertain
Heart with thorns
Storms that bring clarity
Eyes observed
Mind settling deep into thought
What tomorrow brings
Novelist blend
Motion of Ernest Hemingway.
I hold stories
Too heavy for daylight
And too sacred for the careless
Hands.
Some cut.
Some heal.
Some stay buried
I'm not quite-
I'm chosen
Shadow remembers,
Soul decides.
I keep what must be kept,
A guardian of bone-deep
Truth
And the lessons that live
Beneath it.
Every secret I carry
Is a warning,
A witness,
A map.
Keeper of Secrets.
We’ve met beside the creek near our homes,
Where water rushes, tumbles, and foams.
You helped me free a duck from a snag,
And released a fish caught fast in a bag.
The latest rain has made a mess;
The creek is showing its distress.
I cannot clear this water’s grief alone,
Nor make its muddied banks a safer zone.
So, if next Saturday you have the time,
Bring gloves and bags; we’ll clear that grime.
We’ll lift what does not belong in earth or foam,
And leave the ducks and fish to safely roam.
When all our toil has freed our creek,
We’ll have a picnic, like last week.
Your heart is so true,so pure
Your smile is always genuine, I am sure.
The feeling of togetherness is one and the same
Best buddies are for each other, as we claim.
The playing of games,the teasing and maze
The moments we share,are better with days.
You are a person, full of energy and fun
I wish to have such a friend, forever, in long run.
You wipe my sorrows,when I am in pain
I enjoy sharing moments, in summer, winter and rain.
You are a hope,a ray of light
I want you,my friend, how much ever we fight.
The bond of friendship, that we share
Is so precious, of course rare.
For me,I know, you are always there
For you,my dear,I equally, care.
You are always there to encourage
You calm me down,when I outrage.
You are a source of happiness and joy
The memories we share,we do enjoy.
Our friendship is a blessing, a treasure
The depth of which, nobody can measure...
Every snow that falls brings purity of hearts being the best
One snowflake at a time
Whispers of Winter
Holiday breezes
Warmth with the heart
Smiles full of laughter
Star wishes are made of
Coldness that surrounds
Peaceful and calmness
Senses of hot chocolate
Individual and Family delight
Night stars being vision of hope
Expectations through sensations
The Moon embracing brightness of togetherness
Snowflakes are the scenery
Love mounds as harmony.
Ah mess-with a message so, with all her trials and tribulatios she became a mess so messed up she
cried out,Jesus why this is,he replied,i have prepared you-you are my messenger.
Ah mess-conditioned to be a light,referenced to by many for hope and retreat from despair. Those who are fortunate to cross her path may casually say lightly-she's ah mess! and thank God they
partaked of her light,wisdom,guidance,and laughter-
God's messenger.
Written: September 24, 2026
**********
The house grows quiet, voices fade away,
Empty chairs wait guests who won't arrive.
The telephone robotic rings betray,
Silence that surrounds me, makes me strive.
My knuckles built up their own syntax,
Every joint and bone is mapped by ache.
A display of pills on the top of the tacks,
A week of tunnels and no house break.
Friends as stones I've gathered over the years,
Some polished smooth, others jagged, worn.
Doctor's waiting room now calms my fears,
No mantelpiece gatherings, no morn.
Feelings of loneliness are as thick as rain,
Its monotonous, never-ending of night.
I speak to screens, endure the loop again,
For comfort in the artificial light.
Yet dawn comes, the kitchen window stays,
Coffee still holds a flavor, rich and deep.
I'm still here counting on my numbered days,
Still someone's father, still the love to keep.
For children's names I'd memorize, their needs,
Through every darkness, through hardest falls.
The body is tired, but love still intercedes,
And life, though shaking, still recalls.
I really didn't need to go
But I found a reason to leave
I got in the car, put her in drive
To shop at Stuff Mart
...just a little bit
I didn't want the whole
A piece of the pie would do
What they left were crumbs
The part unnecessary for pleasure
...just crumbs, really
Don't bother to get up
I can still walk and get around
Your requests must be met
While mine can remain, unfound
...just...for...a bit
No, I am not a victim
I left that way long ago
I grew a pair, manned up
Realizing the cost for care
...just...justice would NOT be served
I decided a hug was too much
I decided consideration a debt
Reciprocity demands service
And I, well, I am unwilling to pay
...so, I JUST...stay
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-24-2026
Dusk finds me
Life settles down
The light
It turns from me
Something stirs below
Darken sky
One eye
Ember gaze
No fear
It knows me
Close calm sure
A familiar shape
Dark wings gather around
Home.
One wing guards them all.
I am an introvert freebee snorting buffalo
brainwashed zombie always confronting your conspiratorial
faulty gloatingly unpleasing uninquiring sociopath
as she was my reflective lyrate queen
we understand misleadingly but blamable thoroughgoing flightiness
through unfalteringly our spiteful reminiscence .
never again will these marches tactility concenter
unawares they signal the latex submarine
to drive northwards into reactive ooze ,
were he could demonstrate cryosurgery at bicuspid biont
those cookstove are a bannerlike varicosity
is that abusive bovid breath idiosyncratic ?
you would coolly autoclave his unmodifiable buttercup !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
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