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Our country

When did our country die
I really can' not say

The people tried to stop it
But it happened anyway 

The government ignored us
The law we had to fight 

We could not fly our country's flag 
To us this was not right.

Pensioners were punished just for 
Being old

The government did not care that 
Thay were dieing with the cold. 

Police were arresting Christians who
Stood in silent  prayer 

Our veteran  sleep in doorways and
Our politicians don't even Care 

But our citizens will keep fighting 
As courage we do not lack

We will fight against all comers 
Until we get our country back

The Corner Shop

They closed the corner store some time ago
the ciggies by the two we now forgo
our lucky bags now a recollection
as is browsing in the comic section.
Mechanics' Social Club no longer stands
their topless barmaids, striving local bands
and Sunday morns' all-comers talent show
both pubs have closed, there's nowhere left to go.
They closed the corner store some time ago
finally called the time and stopped the show
The cafe, bank the chemist shop, all gone
the street is quiet, not much going on.
We'll have a Tesco store sometime, they say
we know they're sure to place it far away
you'll need an Uber car, too far to walk
We'll miss the bench where you could stop and talk.
They closed the corner store some time ago
Nail salons and vape stores, now come and go
barbers, bookies empty charity shops
you see the homeless sleep, you see no cops
once walking up and down the street in pairs
graffiti daubs, the windows smashed, who cares?
An out-of-towner builds an HMO
inside the corner store we used to know.

Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

seasonal clock-work
has early and late comers
wintering cold days
in summer, hot days in spring
inserting as breaks and spells

Gift Of Leaves

A small cardboard poster,
displayed with Autumn LEAVES
greets all comers at my front DOOR.
It's something new that I've never done BEFORE.

Surely it was God
who ordained the Fall Season,
to be a gift for us to RECEIVE
all the beauty and benefits that it brings.

There's a warm sense of EASE,
when I look upon those Autumn leaves,
falling from the TREES, linking hands
with the cool BREEZE, and finding their
resting place long before the winter FREEZE.

Promised Land

I have to be patient, and not too concerned
About the things I can’t manage
If some of the stones I left lying unturned
For this I cannot be disparaged
The island is so overcrowded and small
New comers arrive by the boats
They want to steal space, so the natives can fall
Into the sea full of ghosts
But what was Mayflower by modern esteem?
No politics here, just a fact:
A boat full of immigrants, led by a team
Of Jesus freaks with legal act
To establish an ownership far, far away
They claimed it “the promised land”
How can you deny others doing the same?
For jobs you won't do they're godsend.

Almond Chocolate and Coconut Cheesecake

Heel Cota makes his in ring debut versus "SumThang Specail" Derrgentt Cetter and manager "Bounce" Binny Banger. in a Stay Outta the corner strap match.
Both guys will be telthered in one corner, while four other guys will be tethered in the opposiite corner. The four guys have no alliance to either combatant and have the right to have action with the two men. 1;00 in the corner is the total time allowed. A regular three count or Countout will determain the winner. Contention matches can make new comers and lesser apprecated wrestlers instant contenders to the Worlds Championship. We heard the the Championship committe and the fans want to see someone comeup the ladder, uncrown either the Worlds Champion or the tagteam champions. I heard Dence Castburger say " this is a place of oppurtunities: we wanna see the best man win: if it's from the Contention Series< we'll thant's great for business!"

Silicone plastic spatulas
and the plastic spoon sets

A Party Like No Other

The time was a quarter past half past to twelve
on the second from last day at the beginning of the month
in the year twenty-twenty-soon, and all was quietly loud.
The dancing had only just stopped after a night of sitting still
and food piled up on the empty tables.
Jugglers had danced telling their jokes and magicians sung
their impersonations. People mingled on their own while 
loners chatted in small groups of large numbers.
The party was starting just how it had ended
and the guests were now arriving after clearing out slowly;
hangers-on and lingerers had been the first to leave
with late-comers having turned up too early
and many of the uninvited empty-handedly bearing gifts.
It had certainly been a night that day, a party like no other!

Promised Land

I have to be patient, and not too concerned
About the things I can’t manage
If some of the stones I left lying unturned
For this I cannot be disparaged
The island is so overcrowded and small
New comers arrive by the boats
They want to steal space, so the natives can fall
Into the sea full of ghosts
But what was Mayflower by modern esteem?
No politics here, just a fact:
A boat full of immigrants, led by a team
Of Jesus freaks with legal act
To establish an ownership far, far away
They claimed it “the promised land”
How can you deny others doing the same?
For jobs you won't do they're godsend.

The Peacock King

An old peacock has lost his voice, among the hens
he wanders, his soundless beak a' clacking.

Once he rode the roof of life, once he strutted
across its gaming board, a tyrant lover,
a beady-eyed frightener to all comers.

The hens gather to ridicule the old cock-king,
and mock his silent passing. A younger cock must
by common law
topple his fan-feathered throne
upon the floor.

The voiceless bird must learn to be a poets page,
and there write the sorry history
of those that wander (most reluctantly),
into that choleric school
of chronic ripe old age.

The Gulls Maw

A raw red crater of hunger;
the clacking tongue a buckram spear
shaken at all comers.

The gulls mouth is the gull,
the gullet is the gull
the torso, the snowy pale blue plumage,
that dark under-feathering
all the body of the bird
a perfect bow
for the arrowing beak
and its raucous bugle.

A neck stretched for greed;
above that gorge, hard-set and avaricious,
glint eyes long allied to savage seas.

The bird has the primal scream
of a scavenger,
the gall of the harassing hunter

- and yet is admirable,
sleekly beautiful, often graceful,

until,
rigid jaws agape
we regard its wide-open craw,
wince
as those shears clamp down
on some still wriggling shred.

Looking Back Through a Front Windscreen

Inevitably places have changed,
where I was born looks like an alien city to me,
it's now a tourist trap for indigenous aliens.
The world was younger back then.
people were more dangerous yet much kinder.

We once carried books around,
we loaded cars and pushbikes
with travel books and the poetry of adventurers.
We were old enough to be piratical.

Of course the young are always dumb,
the smarter they became the dumber we got,
it's a kind of self-shackling.

I know we early comers
belong somewhere in this world,
but we abide half-hidden and liking it.

I recognize who I was and where,
however only in lost maps
once busily crisscrossed.

Maybe I am too young to forget,
it will probably get much better
as distracting rainbows turn slowly
to blancmange.

Ever Since

dad could roll a cigarette
with just two fingers
and the tip of his tongue
i saw him do this once
in a wind storm

he would shave just close enough
to keep himself grizzled

he could dive into an engine
to wrench a rattle
and make it purr

he was an expert drinker
astounding all-comers

so
ever since
he took a Louisville Slugger
to moms head
the three of us

ma
he
and me
were all astounded

Cusabo Rompus

The Specked one is in question!


She saw such collaborations as againstments
Thought that were verse of her own personal
Interest. Students of the industry; who saw
 profitability, and found no way out, if they were
Wrong. They cursed those they knew and spat
On new. comers, finding it easy to disguise there
actions with the intrigue of togetherness.
When the fox and the grouse combined there
efforts against the hawk, the eagle spoke.
When the ram and the sheep collaborated against
the wilddogs; the eagle spoke.
When the bear and the hawk hunted together
the eagle spoke!
Why then be either of these things when we
Must learn to interprete what the eagle speaks?
And might the almighty hands of togetherness
Be spoiled by the eagle.
From the nest, when the wings are spread
Until the flight see's the eagle's needs
Meet, must a world of againstment
The grouse told the fox, the rabbit
Is as gamey as I am, and not to consider
him as alternative, and the the eagle make
Meal of both fox and grouse.
What whispers the goose?
Then what wishpers the goose;
said the grouse that speaks to
the fox as for, and wishes her eggs
to hatch?

Opposing Outcome

When volition was created
And choices made
Equal opportunity to all
Eternal price paid

Evil grew and compassion waned
Idols became gods in glorified names

Fear couldn't be exposed in plain sight
He had to forge his chains in threads of light
Forked system of god and law
Controlling the masses by making them small

For generations, humanity came in line
Finding comfort in rules and regulations 
Fear broke out in confinement of homes
As devils sat, in full view, among congregations

Suddenly, a miracle appeared
Changing hearts to adjust wayward minds
Taking responsibility in individual choice
Altered the focus of matter in time

TRUTH arose, calling little ones to come
See how LOVE created them to be
Webbing of silky terror fell with a thud
As authenticity came to agree

Issachar's crown given to over-comers
A new way of living just outside the door
Volition, ever-present
But Forgiven has silenced fear forevermore

...never abandon your crown

Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-22-2022

Only Death Goes Round

Landlords are in the cemetery
Welcoming new comers as host
Who ain't any more dietary
Cos it isn't duly of ghost 
Either to chance or grace do toast
But rather await fate's bread spell
Which can't deny its running coast
To be serve in heaven or Hell

Death is no doubt hereditary
Which doesn't matter earthly post
Let alone fear how dignitary
Or honor office life's signpost
Who often by their power do toast
But won't be bailed out of its cell
Even in healthcare when diagnosed
To be serve in heaven or hell

Though be it cum death's solitary 
Whose power create fear in almost
All humans unlike military
Except Jesus the uppermost 
Before death though not the utmost 
But beings may heart his great farewell
Of  sacrifice badge cum his death boast
To be serve in heaven or hell

Ask Jesus of how death pains ghost?
Speaking well of it won't help shell
The peace its call in pain engrossed
To be serve in heaven or hell

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