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
leaves chattered in breeze
on a lone tree in the field
conversation heard
Heidi Sands
8/30/26
(C)opyright
Life said to death,
I make people live and thrive.
Death said to life,
I make them barely survive and die.
On and on they went;
Back and forth they said:
I fill people with joy and gladness.
I fill them with pain and suffering.
I give them hope for tomorrow.
I give them grief and sorrow.
I fill them with songs of melody.
I give them songs of misery.
I teach people that there's life after you.
I tell them that there nothing after me.
When time shall be no more,
I offer people eternity.
When time shall cease to be,
That will be the end of me.
What’s up out there, darling dear
I’m missing your sharpness and wit
I witness more troubles from here
If this world is doomed to get split
Maybe one of its thousands of pieces
Will be suitable for habitation
A kinder God wouldn’t mind hear us
And softer will be every nation
And your little garden will grow
Bit larger and brighter each year
“The growing means work, as you know
Stop telling me these words of cheer..
You should say I wouldn’t be ill
With such a bouquet of diseases
That I could get over, until
You came with your stupid air kisses”.
While relaxing in a city park,
A conversation could be heard
Between a cat and a squirrel.
It was on a sonny summer day,
Around mid-afternoon,
Late in the month of May.
A cat was sitting under a fruitless
Mulberry tree, looking left, lost, and lonely.
And a squirrel was sitting relaxed in the tree,
Looking fearless, free, and friendly.
The squirrel said to the cat,
"Good afternoon my friend.
How are you on this sonny day?"
The cat wasn't so friendly when
He replied, "Can't you see that I'm
Abandoned, lost, and all alone"?
The squirrel said, "my sight isn't
That great, but I will say this."
"Say what?", said the cat.
Then said the squirrel in the
Friendliest of tone,
"There is a solution to the most
Challenging problems. There is a
Resolution to the gravest prognosis.
Time and consequence Will bring
Resolve and solve our faintest cries".
The cat said thank you to the squirrel,
And they parted company.
While wading in the water
caught a wet soft-bodied squid
took it home for dinner
but the evening was a damp squib
I don't think ink but due to
an unrequited one-way conversation
neither returned nor reciprocated
on my part quite the aberration
courtship was not to be
for as a voracious marine carnivore
I could not sate her hunger
as had insufficient albacore
therefore not a keeper
what's more a pet one cannot tame
next day all things considered and quite timely
'twas returned to the sea from whence she came
[Disclaimer: No Squid Were Harmed
in the Writing of this Poem®]
Forbidden Dance
Our voices drown in the low tide of our secrets.
That still paints a silver moon on the ripples of water.
Because it dances between conversations,
Now that the sound of laughter is in the air.
Having arrived at dawn, we can hear our stolen steps begin.
In this escape, a tangled rhythm we share.
We move as one, what a waltz in a forbidden dance.
Between intimacy that’s in succession of secret lovers.
Our souls dance over this forbidden dance.
We knew it wouldn’t last.
To deny oneself of the things you are fond of
Long conversations, goofy talks
little candy of love and care
the melody of understanding each other
the wait for the phone to ring.
It's a shakespeare tragedy,
Falling out of the loop
Riding the cycle the wrong way
just to stand out and keep it cool.
It aches right at the core
to not have something you absolutely adore
But you sit silently for the sake of peace
or because you know It'd go unheard.
I don't know if that's love
For me it was always like roses
Either I forgot about the thorns or the lovely smell made it non-existent.
I try to comprehend it,
put the puzzle back into one piece
It might take time but well
a poet will never put her love to sleep.
~ Shreshtha Mishra
for the Wondrous Thingamajig Contest
I stood on a temple
and it landed in front of me
in the middle of the night.
An apparition I thought
but I walked around it
to take in its dimensions
another life.
The object was a saucer
metal and round
much like my mother
said she saw— neighbors
called her crazy.
Reporters wrote for years
the government kept
their sightings secret
afraid they would change
the world
but my mother was telling others.
A being stepped out the vehicle
someone a little different
perhaps.
We gazed at each other and waved
a secret language we shared.
I asked myself
if I wrote a poem
about the experience
and kept it in a dresser drawer
would it still be a poem.
I asked myself who I could show.
The temple was in a desert
few have seen, the moment
a soliloquy.
in quietude of night
my mother
dancing with stars
The serpent spoke sweetly
When persuading Eve
To pick the apple.
He intended from his first word
Her doom and an end to Eden.
How nice and how kind,
How sincere in his concern
He appeared and he sounded.
How full he was of hate
And a loathing unbounded.
How sensitive his tone,
How reasonable his speech.
His logic brought the fruit
Just within her reach.
& the cotton-mouthed bliss is
a life i dissolve into
can anybody apart from us feel?
amid solar pulses i exist under your orbit,
speaking into you
bright-bodied in rampant succesion to lone Junes
from when the days were long
and realisations sprung like fresh fruit, the first bite
thirsty after a winter drought
ive always been a trite conversationalist
but now we exist beneath the macabre skies,
in wake of the suns divorce
speak to me in those laden prophecies
the language you save for disasters
my words scatter within your radiations and i am pool-drunk
chlorine chasing a summer theophany,
busy understanding the world through you
what I mean to say is this…
well, that’s not exactly what I mean to
say but I’m sure you know
what I mean
don’t you?
well don’t you?
let me put it to you this way…
no, that’s not right
it’s more like…
let me clarify
(although we both know that
clarification is not making
oneself clear, but putting
oneself in the clear}
is that clear?
do you understand
where I’m coming from?
am I making any sense?
let me try one more time
to explain….
or maybe I should put it
this way….
it’s so nice that we can
communicate
so easily
The Meaningless Conversation
by Edmund Siejka
I see my neighbor
He may see me
Or choose not to
We’ve had minor disagreements
In the past
But we always managed
To talk about family
High taxes
Movies
New cars
And faster gadgets
All things small and mundane
Now, he throws a hello my way
And I return with a nod.
Politics,
That short dirty word,
Divided us
Democrat
Republican
I stand my ground
He toes his line
Who is right
Who can be the loudest
Who works the hardest
And who doesn’t
Who waits
And who served.
Sometimes I have to be OK
With not being OK
And just live with the uneasy feeling
Of not agreeing
But it gets tiresome.
When I return home
My wife asks what did you two talk about?
I answer
Oh nothing, nothing at all.
Dear child, breathe in; breathe out again.
Hear my heartbeat, without complaint.
With my perfection, you are a saint.
Dear Lord, I hold your hand; its pierce.
Weak child, you’re strong; your tears I dry.
Hear my promises, abide by;
With tongues adulation and sigh.
See, with Judah’s lion, you’re fierce.
Dear lamb, your red wool, white as snow.
Your eyes of fire and Spirit’s glow.
I’ll follow, wherever you go.
See me child, seated on High.
Led through the shadows, not afraid.
Your every word, I’ve obeyed.
Not perfectly, but covered, prayed.
Your soul is mine, you will not faint.
glowing stars are taking notes
evil elm trees have eyes
that window has peeping tom’s votes
my world is filled with spies
the woman was breathless
her claims were given in loud tones
I think she was a bit feckless
she had escape into dire moans
what can I do? I asked trying to help her somehow
see that old man? She said, he’s staring at me now
I ran over to him and chased him with a lawn dart.
What else? I asked, feeling empowered and smart.
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