I see my love, drawing near
He's carrying two drinks
Suspicion begins ascent
He perceives, and speaks
"I brought your favorite drink"
"I don't like chocolate"
"Oh, my sweet, this isn't chocolate...it's MOCHA
.....and this MOCHA is from Columbia"
This unexpected JOY bursts forth
Like a fairy being birthed out of a flower
"You see, I would cross the Ocean just to bring
You MOCHA from Columbia"
...refreshment for a weary soul
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-17-2026
An Oathbound lil child
Chasing dreams wild
Unflappable in stress
Still has to deal with mess
And that mess is me
Still yearns for you to fly not flee
Imperfections meet perfections
My heart knows, you take actions
Blindness takes me over
But can't see you hover
All your hurt to me and my fortune to you
You made my love come true
My beloved enchanted
Never took you for granted
Alas! My heart is fragile
And you're a little more agile
I took it as a curse
In quiet measures it got worse
I was stuck in that black hole
Darkened with every role
But why would I let my mishandling make you suffer?
Between you and your dreams, a buffer
Your life quietly aligns
Amid me and my whines
But but but, it all got unraveled
When I made my pieces together travelled
And then comes a wave of rapture
Dew kissed my heart capture
My heart aches for all the soreness I gave thee
But now these scars sets free.
All the misfortune and evil eyes flee
And again our soul sparks glee.
I’m not kind not humble not soft
I don’t need you to like me
I don’t need you to talk to me
I dont need you to smile
I don’t need you to cry either
Stay alert stay alert stay alert
You wont know who’s in front of you
Until the day comes
you think that I’ll forget everything?
VERY FUNNY
you think that i wont care ?
HAHAHA
You think that I’ll never notice?
STUPID
you think that i’ll stay blind forever ?
COMPLETE BULL
you think that I’ll leave before get to taste you back ? ??
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
STAY ALERT STAY ALERT
Stanford University
Greatness at the Helm
Alum has come and gone
Knowledge was their insurance
Philosophy at its best
Education a high mark
Principles with a concept
Resolutions with an idea
Dignity with self-respect
Assuring and fulfilling
Techniques with logic of its own
Theories to come by
No more doubt
Intellect is what education is all about
Picture yourself
Above all
Conqueror of one’s destiny
Standards aligned
Through pages of trials and errors
Education speaks
Believe in yourself and let it repeat
Educational now and well into tomorrow
Let your tomorrow start today
One step away
Let education become your triumph
Classified and Qualified
No one would deny
Follow your footsteps through the education portal
Open Door
Don’t ignore
Let education show your potential
Become the commodity of essential
Stanford spoke
Now enter
The Journey
Exploring thy purpose
Understanding testimony
Miracle encountered
Assurance in believe
Heaven’s Vibe
Analyzing capability
Having no Doubt
The world wouldn’t understand
Beyond the world’s conscious
Created through excellence
Faith within
Seas pure and true
Walking in pursue
Distance seen
Miles to gain
Preparation derived
Waters reflect
Destiny a waits
Spoken Voice
Heaven’s words.
Riding Water Rapids
New York State Adirondack Mountains
Beauty and Charm
Lakes, Rivers and Waterfalls
Observing Water Rapids Saulteaux
The thought of challenging Fear
Conquering the Water Rapids in preserver
Courage through assurance
Faith enriching endurance
Canoe and venture
Close to nature
As I pulled the canoe from the pier
Determined to fulfill
My mind on God’s will
I had to do this
Hit or miss
The canoe drifted into smooth then rough waters
It was hitting against rocks below
I had worry within
That was my scare then
Adventurous on every sense of the word
Determination with a promise
No defeat until Victory
Achieved and Accomplished
Rode the Water Rapids
Confident and Brave
Success being a story
A behold
Rapidity
High Above
Determination Climb
Look and Explore
Courage to try
Showing no Fear
Straight up
Majestic and Mighty
Careful Maneuver
One foot at a time
Desire and Assurance
Strength full of endurance
Leverage to the top
Pausing briefly at stop
Mountain Feat
Not giving into Defeat
Climbing, Climbing with victory on the mind
Until mission is complete
Horizon to see
Mountain and us.
i remember the day
i saw my belle.
stood before a great glass window
and oh, she was pretty.
young eyes, innocent cheeks,
one little, beautiful heart.
my glass belle,
whole,
smiling right back at me.
carried carefully
everywhere i went.
she's a delicate one, my belle is.
if my belle were simply older,
she would be worn at the edges.
but no -
broken is the little glass doll inside of me.
hurled,
dropped,
hammered.
and now, all that remains are shards.
and yet, i prize every shard.
especially those that make me bleed -
those that will never heal -
i will cherish those for eternity.
Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
I see beauty and color everywhere.
As a child,
I did not know there was a harvest moon.
I loved watching the full autumn moon,
as it seemed to change colors.
Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
have changed over the years.
What has made this change?
The huge night clear sky is not as clear as it once was,
the full bright moon is not as bright.
Do we see the change year after year?
Do we even care?
I weep for the beauty of olden Autumn days,
a more peaceful time.
A bright full moon and clear night's sky,
that was once seen through the lens of a camera.
Fly BMI, to land in time
There is no time to waste
Stroll down along the Serpentine
The morning air to taste
Across the park to Albert Hall
To Kensington High Street
And further on, towards the Mall
Where you can rest your feet
It’s got to be the Living Room
Their Dover sole is great
Pale sun, and even paler moon
Fall down on your plate
Two people here, three people there
Dull people talk and turn
I like the fuss they make, don’t care
To be liked in return
On Charing Cross I’m quick to toss
Some CDs at the Foyles
A truly searching lad I was
To find my kind of noise
End of the day, the hotel bar
I’m looking at the floor
There is no more Thistle Hyde Park
And Living Room’s no more
The times have changed, but I remain
About the same today
Although it’s quite a different game
I imitate to play
Those were the days, my darling dear
Those were the nights as well
Fly BMI, to disappear
No one would care to tell.
America care about your children, your family, your land, your environment and send the others to the place that makes them happy.
America has cared for many, has lost many, continues to care for many, yet has failed to take care of its own.
America is like a business, like a clan, like a passed-down vine that has grown and learned, and continues to grow with each new season.
America care for your children, your family, your land your environment and send the others to the place that makes them happy.
America care for your freedom, freedom to grow, freedom to learn, freedom to be free and many more ways that make us proud to be American.
End the genocide of America and care about your American family, send the others that hate America to the place that makes them happy.
God gave us freedom, God is freedom and love and many other positive things that we love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Tears fall
Lived in New York City all my life
Now I am relocating to Los Angeles
It’s hard for me to leave
A new life for me
Not Hollywood status
A change of horizon
Here I am at the Greyhound Bus Terminal
Friends and Family gather to see me off
It will be hard through the hugs and tears
This is my time to preserver
My Greyhound Bus Departure has been announced, and it’s time to board
My tears pouring down
Bye to my friends and Family
Thanks to my Grand Father and Mother
You both told me how to survive
That’s wisdom in my stride
From days on, I have your guidance to look upon
It won’t be easy, but understanding will reign true
Time for me to board
Crying and feeling like I don’t want to go
Sitting in my Greyhound bus seat with a recline to begin
The Greyhound Driver closes the door and we back away from the Gate
I wave bye and cry at the same time
My journey begins
My new home away from my original
New Day New thoughts
Maneuvering from the East Coast to the West Coast
Being the young man stable west.
Our Opossum Has a Strong Propensity for Crime
By Frank Daub
Discovered in a backyard nighttime check –
an opossum wandering behind our garden shed.
Pin-pointed face, squinting eyes.
It did not run -- to my surprise.
Only staring, lighted softly by the porchlight.
Little.
Sleek in a white-gray-tan-straight-fur-slicked-down way.
The streets around are not friendly to its kind.
This unfair truth made up my mind.
I should let the shed-bottom harbor it.
This would require: FEEDING.
I decided the feeding plan -- without data-based reference --
would be workable.
I tried every sort of natural vegetable.
Walnuts added when the berries nurtured
hordes of ants --
Not
the opossum.
The dietary effort proved it.
Our opossum has a strong propensity for crime.
Particular it is to nighttime
sneaking forays - for food of course.
(This assured the legality of it for me.)
Our opossum was not particular to dietary do’s and don’ts;
Being just inclined to FEEDING its necessary wants.
The animal had a penchant – not a preference --
an exceeding zest for anything edible.
Incredible.
Poke and point and pince and prod
My penniless pockets
And a bra unable to uphold,
A breast to guarantee your rest
Lay in alleys in all your ailing worries
And sloughs of spittle
Splurged and purged b'neath your body.
Hold me, honour me,
Caress the cares entangled within my clumped hair
Harass the proficient proclamations of love,
Laying alongside my broken body.
I dare leer at the lies, leashing my soul to your life
For I do but believe
Boys breed bearded brawlers
And flesh too calloused to caress
And I vacate a vacuum
Of hands vying for the wet of my sex
And the sucking cumbersome succumbing
Salary, siezing a lustful lustre to shine 'pon my sultry gaze
Set sail journey
A getaway like no other
Pulling away from the pier
Nothing but poetry to preserver
Connecting to other Poets
Embracing among the ship passengers
Hearing various Poet works
The Mic being the perk
Ocean breezes that unlock the mind and words
Feeling of assurance interacting the audience
Shore to shore
Island to Island
Spoken words sail
Readings upon readings for passengers to heard
Sharing poetry devotion and creation
Maneuvering through the waves
Acquainting Alph accelerating words
Poet heard to audience listen
Thought after thought
Theory instant
Communicating with other Poets like a family
Cruise ship stops along with the way with the island natives
Poet getaway
Enroute horizon
Big bang
Poetry explosion
Cruising relaxed on the ocean.
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