She didn’t reach his standard
Too brash, too immature
He wouldn’t dare to risk it
But still, he wasn’t sure
Although there was attraction
But it was very much controlled
Until he gained the stature
That made him sure and bold
So, that’s when he decided
To reveal and to express
The feelings he had always felt
But dared not to confess
Because there was so much at stake
He was careful about his standing
His status played a major part
And he could be quite demanding
So, when he did the great reveal
He also had a plan
He would make sure she understood
He was that special man
And even though she hadn’t changed
He sure had changed a lot
The man he now had come to be
Would now execute his plot
He’d hold her to his standard
With rules and with decrees
And force her to respect his place
While ignoring all her pleas.
Wendy Nipas
I was brought before you
Suddenly, in perfect flow
I declared NO MORE
And my thoughts began to slow
I saw our history of war
Fighting against the unknown
I always faltered and fell
But now, TRUTH erected in the shown
WISDOM passed me in flight
As a whisper on the wind
I winced in execution of light
As fear chained me in never again
I heard the formation of thought
I am a poet not skilled to create
Even with all of the support
Failure of trust is what I ate
Ah, but now, unity is my might
And LOVE is my perfect guide
I am who He says I am
TRUTH is established where Pride lied
No thought shall exalt itself
Against the knowing of LOVE
The essence of authenticity
Is the substance of what creation is made of
...and I am balanced
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-05-2026
We must have parties big enough to
Run the country effectivley.!!!
YET THAT IS NOT THE TRUTH.!!!
THEY ARE BEING CONTROLLED
FROM OUTSITE BY FORIGENERS.'
SO WHY WILL IT BE DIFFERENT WITH
ONE NATION.? AN OLD CAMOAIGNER
BARNABY JOYCE IS ALREADY MOVING
HE KNOWS WHERE THE GOODYS ARE
GOING MATE'S
WORK THIS THING OUT.!!!
Controlled
You controlled me,
Who I wanted to be
Who I was as a person,
And as a son
I wanted to be fitted to perfection,
While it was only depression
Even with you gone,
Your never really gone
Still the puppeteer,
Controlling and full of anger
While I’m left with strings,
That still stings
I’m controlled.
Love is thinner than a piece of cheesecloth,
transparent yet confusing to navigate.
More conservative than a political debate
More hearts are broken than mended
.
I am determined to search globally for an end to this love.
We desire it fiercely and embrace our fate to heal humanity.
Love may be a fleeting remedy,
Yet we pursue it with fervent desire,
Yearning to feel complete.
How many times must love deceive us
How many times must we yearn to feel complete?
How many times will we be let down by this thing called love?
He loves me, or he doesn’t.
I love him, but he chooses to reject my advances.
His heart clearly desires someone else.
Love is a cross that many of us must bear.
It can be a profound and challenging burden to carry.
However, I feel empathy for its victims in relation to what we call love.
Love cannot be controlled or confined
"Who Am I"
Voices in my head the unheard of
They mimic, they pester, they lie
All to just torture my mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
I question I can no longer answer
They've erased Me, Myself and I
Changed into the hopeless, heartless, unkind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Someone now just a faint memory
Lost somewhere forever but did I die
Did I turn tail with yellow spine
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
From the torture cocoon to robotic host
Manipulated, Influenced, Punished but why?
They see through my eyes while I'm blind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Definitely not this important of a man
Given mental beatings if I try...to defy...
The skin of their evil, zombified defined
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Twenty-four hours every single day
Twenty-four hours every single night
Twenty-four hours of a continual tortured mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Because I do not even exist anymore
bmdavey@ 09/09/24
Love plays all shadows
Cosmic reference holds tight
Human free planets
Invasive species
Inevitable losses
What I knew
as I grew?
Little, true.
What's taboo?
Not a clue.
Now I'm old,
life on hold,
sold and polled,
sites enrolled;
things controlled.
Man who does not live in godliness
is far away from God's blessings.
If one renews not his life,
it won't be good for him.
He who stays away
from wicked deed
has steadfast
and strong
faith.
You were leaning over the rustic, wooden bridge.
Elements of a cold autumn eve approaching.
I just was entranced by the sea of you.
Black full hair, corduroy pants, tweed jacket.
Book of our favored poet, rested on the bridge lustily.
~ ee Cummings, his poetry blessed our union, for eternity.
That magnificent, modern poetry, not meant to be in any form.
Still lights my soul and will for all eternity!
"Kisses are a better fate than wisdom." ee Cummings
"Life is not a paragraph, and death, I think, is no parenthesis."
ee Cummings
These words upon my heart, then and now......
And for the brilliance of eternity.......
11-8-2020
Creative
Wild, wanton
Enjoying, enthusing, exciting
Loose, open, absolute, stringent
Limiting, hurting, binding
Strict, ruled,
Controlled
“The Dead Life”
(Sleep is the Sister of Death, so I am told)
Wake every morning take a break from death. From the life I live inhaling immortal breath. Uncontrolled vision of lives lived in my head. Most nights are dreamy, some nights are sad.
Fears of our days under lights brightly shining. Return to us in quiet of solemn memos reminding, _ ponderings of undertakings stood above ground. Distant plains amid hasty travels vastly abound.
I’ve drowned many times almost in the same place. Searched for mother who vanished without a trace. I remember this building, vaguely the name of that street. Rippled roads, posing people, infirm ground Beneath my feet.
Of curious consciousness, tis fateful demand whilst I sleep. Wander as a babe in the woods, it’s meaning Lost as sheep.
(If I live the life above in the valley of Death as such, I am doomed to be a restless soul. So far I’ve learnt to not go/turn back it causes the ripples in the road. Keep moving forward. I must remember this upon my return!)
MY FIRST DIMINISHED HEXAVERSE (with apologies for fumbling)
I
Unless underlying
Peace is our bedrock
Surface war delude
As beneath strong waves
Oceans are at peace
II
Shalom, siblings
Good Creation
Designer God
IS and named: Peace
III
Recall nuns
Cloisters call
Of Peace, Ohh
IV
They know something TRUE
We sometimes do too
V
F L O W
--
NOTE: In Line #3, I ought to have written "Surface wars delude," or "Surface war deludes." Would it have affected the syllable count? I was unsure ...
What's going on here
Something feels way off
Barely keeping a grip
This is controlled chaos
Everyone is running
In different directions
They can't get far
Alarms sound on detection
With it's sensative sensors
The secondary defense's
They tripped the alarm
So very relentless
Someone has slipped by
But they won't stay lost
We will catch them
This is controlled chaos.
You patience will be tested
To their very limits
We must maintain control
The people are livid
So show no fear
Be ready to take action
Stay in control
Observe their reactions
They won't gain upper hand
Win control make their claim
If you keep your composure
We'll do the same
Then you can leave
Find a pillow to lay on
Exhausted from maintaining
Controlled chaos
Written. 2-23-19
Intentionally deceived by those that augmented dubiously.
An Innocence killed by lies that seemed real.
Now, what a heart should feel is controlled by strength of will.
Entombed down deep inside a garnet red does hide.
Tossed away, you lost, I'm afraid.
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