There he sits
In a cell of choice
Paying the price
For shattered voice
She stands on a stage
Belting out words of hope
Inside, cowering in a corner
With a frayed rope
They hold their signs
Gather in crowds
Shouting powerless views
To attempt a break down
...of numbers
Isolated in countries
Without a proper home
Everyone comes in
But leaves them, alone
Humanity straddles the knife
Begging for a peaceful life
Finding division and descension
While prophesying ascension
Those who follow LOVE
Have no beginning or end
Flowing through process
Even when...
again and again
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-17-2025
Angels are almost silent
Subtle
treadbare steppers
subliminal stalkers
determinedly quiet
except at choir
a pair of cherubic hums
can equivalate
to the drones
of a billion bees.
Can you separate
the noises
of bouncing sparrows
on wet sands,
from belly-down
thin-skinned slitherers
roaming in beds of grass -
obscenely dense,
from burglarizing ants at a picnic party?
Angels are seen
since they come to visit.
Unannounced,
but friendly faces
beaconing
like lighthouses.
Their halogen coronets
fulgurate and exorcise
diabolical agency.
Other angels may be noticed.
An invasive host
shod in threatening boots
dangling peace and safety
but entangling angles
strangle.
Hopes
course
in descension:
brambles
boulders
ports of fire.
Ascension’s intentions shun descension
Extension’s prehension ~
Boldest dimensions of invention
My short story continues with this insightful excerpt:
A Century Turns: Soviet Union's Life Expectancy: II
"A fictional perspective of articulating an ambitious nature that hinges on varied facts," ... by the Poet.
And now ... the school bell has rung. The park that he pleasures in both muscularity and mentality, ills in parity--in a nutshell--the school has taught him that the eraser is the better half of a pencil. It is always the seldom used that comes to the aid and heals the whole abused. That illuminating factor was his focal point that would encourage his future from the descension of the crown, and to the ascension of communism's embrace.
I peacefully live in the mind of my own
Moving carefully and calmly
Behind my house lies a great unknown
I’m a regular there when I’m lonely
I tiptoe, closing the door at command
My inner voice tells me to go
I know the way, like a palm of my hand
With closed eyes, I move along
Passing the streets, where I’ve been long before
I distinguish smells of the night
But I can’t say what my journey is for
And it could be raining outside
If you see me near, don’t pay attention
Don’t wake me up, if you can
If you call me, I’ll fall into dreamless descension
Never to rise up again.
#5: The Morning After
Shifting affects all their pulled souls; constant,
seized stares engage dawning crystals; bred views.
Child-like cherubs guide giggling stars; enchant,
Pegasus prepped and harnessed; controlled crews,
sprawled winged bats whorl descends barricaded,
midnight submerged shades Admiral cool blues.
Swamp aroused, croaks, leaps, buzzes, and waded,
Luna merged descension, picturesque views,
a deserved tired town, abandoned lagoon,
cows standing in their beds as the grass grows,
a milkman's leaving whistles a suite tune,
farm life kickers, kitchens light flicker glows.
Cherubs hook up the small wagon and hold,
as Sol draws the reigns; Chariot of Gold.
They'd wade at standards to be seen by most.
The Spoon-billed Sandpiper, who shares wading,
to dying, one hundred ten, and counting.
Stretched East Asia, Russia through China ... host.
They've spoon-shaped bills to help them scoop up moss,
insects, shrimp, and worms. They are renowned for
their calls, which males fly and sing a rapport,
sounds like 'preep' and 'wheer' can stretch it across.
Human encroachment on their feeding and
breeding wetlands threatens their survival.
Predators plague their nest a revival,
two decades, numbers dropped by two thousand.
The ascension for most and few still greens,
a descension of value bows night scenes.
A descension of value bows night scenes,
the purple canopy edges its hoist,
spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen,
Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced.
A loyal guest calls, it's the Sandhill Cranes,
dancing lessons, fields fattening corn orts,
pecking and choosing established campaigns.
Last state, go afoul, -- a date with the courts.
Locals aid their tally, most from afar,
It is nature's clock, all good things must end,
fly north to breed, and brood, and up to par,
A month's here, till next year, that's how the trend.
Awnings grey, triumphant stirs, the tension,
inspiring, crescendo ... the ascension.
Bestilled and collected grand sensation,
stares at the glint of a harvested moon,
cast haulage divorcing neath horizon,
rise the yam sun that courses a forenoon.
Northern sways o'er ripen earth, fortunate
lofty leafy legions stretched abandon,
piles of crumpled layers, gifts pearlescent
brilliance of the immortal descension.
Towering mist espouse the crusted loam
and verdurous instilled life progresses
amid impaled saffron petals that comb
the scene all strewn against a capricious
path of lain chartreuse fronds and with the weight
of feet crinkles crispy snaps with your mate.
And the word became
And the flesh became a sacrifice
That the people in darkness will see light,
From darkness to light,
From futility to glory,
From death to resurrection,
From Golgotha to Galilee,
From the sound of pain and mourning
To the music of life and victory,
From the thorny and agonizing journey
To the horizon of neverending life,
From the descension to gloom
To the Rising of faith towards grace,
The impact of the great sacrifice,
Strengthens one’s conviction,
For one’s faith and for everybody salvation.
pearlescent, our ivory eyes met
cascading curtain limbs concealing
irises entwined in the deep unknown
like forest roots creeping
cryptic cedarwood cologne
fused with ravenous rose perfume
blending in every crevice
the weeping cherry's spread-
a bedroom of petals
nature's chandelier dimmed
butterscotch disk slipping
as eventide crimped
rim of vermillion pressing
upon confection skin
deepening aegean
with intensifying connection
plumb descension of melting heat
hastening each heartbeat
thumping to the thrum of feral beasts
arising for their woodland feast...
a barge of howling surrounding ebony
ecstasy's reach
cherry's tang on tantalizing tongues
hung like the moon
ripe with enticement
gliding with pearlescence
3/24/2021
Eight word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
1. PEARLESCENT
2. HOWLING
3. THRUM
4. TANG
5. EVENTIDE
6. PLUMB
7. CRIMPED
8. FERAL
Yes tired, messed and fired
Put work aside for a free morrow
distress from stress makes one tired
Awaiting descension of a day without sorrow.
Precipitance hits the tide of time
Filled with load of contrastive burden
Time did evolve with a different crime
Ages past all in a sudden
Thousand years turn a day
A day without sorrow never came
A sorrow in the marrow, hopes at bay
Bros and Sis have none to blame
*Image of
Twilight Descension
Bats fickle genteel soles of twilight, as swart crown abandons an errant moon,
A moon burrowing framing a forest, while Cupid charioteers spark an archway,
Neath a sinking moon, buds blossom, awaken by galloping Cherubs all strewn,
Frogs echoes in a lagoon as twilight wanes, same as words said of Hemingway,
Porpoises leap frantically in the ocean, while night drifts in dawns golden sleigh.
2019 December 27
*3rd Place*
Writing Prompt - English Quintain Imagery
~~Dear Heart: Judged 2020 January 10
Rhyme Scheme; a,b,a,b,b
A
happy
conclusion
circulated
repetitiously
effectuating
accordingly
affected
lonely
hearts
2019 September 17
**The Trip is an ascending/descending syllabic singled word climb, whereby, more words added to the trip--is the challenge--my efforts concluded with a two/singular five-syllabic word in an ascension/descension mode.
Frank S. had a few
But then again
'Too few to mention'
Yet to this, my plea
Please take heed
Very kindly, pay attention
Who hasn't had
affairs of love
that ended bad
full elbow shove
Down on one knee
in misery
Pure discontent-ion...
The flame returned
but you got burned
Entreaties spurned
both fists clenched and --
You vowed, "No more!"
there on the floor
in Regret's descension
But know one thing
There comes the Spring
and Love will bloom
So, give it room
And then, once more
True Love will soar
~ Your Heart's Ascension!
********
Yes, know one thing
There comes the Spring
When roses bloom
So give them room
And once again
True Love will send
~ Your heart a-winging!
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