You used my body
For desires that
Should never be expressed
You sealed up secrets
In a place you created
Because your soul needed caressed
You used my filing cabinet
To store documents
Full of theft and deceit
You bought items
That needed hiding
And gave me the receipt
I did my duty for years
As my bottom grew
With the weight in my pockets
I brought every case
To the One True judge
But never appeared on his docket
If Justice is to be served
Someone must take a step
To sort out responsibility
Today, I release, all that's not me
With dignity and decorum
So that we live in the civility
...of LOVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-10-2026
I frequently make up silly songs
as I go about my day
- does that sound wrong?
Peter’s quite used to it.
Sometimes he sings along
when he sees fit.
It should be mentioned
that I have an awful voice
there have been singing interventions
I’m sorting my closet
one of the tasks on my
get ready for school docket
(*singing*)
“Look at me
I’m as helpless as a lobster up a tree
and if you
ignore the smell
i’m doing swell
feeling frisky
and so much in lovvvvve
Look my way
and as long as your not driving
it’s ok
in fact
it’s just as well
cause I bet you can tell
that I’m frisky
and so much in lovvvve”
.
.
A song for this:
Silly Love Songs by Paul McCartney
silliness, songs, boyfriend, voice, humor
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AS THE DAY BEGIN THE NOISY CROWD THE SOUND
OF PEN PRESSED CLOSE TO THE DOCKET OF NEWS
HOT OFF THE PRESSES WAIT FOR NIGHT CRAWLS TO
ENJOY CARESSES THE BUISNESS CROWDS ARE ALL
SO LOUD UNTIL THE TRAIN OF THOUGHT LEAVES
AS SHE ENTERS THE WRONG COACH MAKING THE
WRONG TURN AS THE LIGHT READ GREEN TO GO
SO IT SEEMS BUT HENCE NOT BE TRUE AS THY
WANDERING EYES PIERCE THE SOUL OF THE DOVE
BURNING HER FEATHERS WHILE IN FLIGHT SHE
APPROACH THE LEDGE AS THE MASTER OF THE GAME
SAY'S BE SEATED AS THE CASE OF THE DAY BE THAT
OF A HOMELESS MAN A KNOWN STAR OF OUR TIMES
WHAT A WASTE OF TIME AS TUPAC BEGINS TO CHIME
THE GHETTO RHYTHMS JUST IN TIME FOR MS. TILMAN
TO TAP OUT A NEW HAT OF SUDDEN KNOWLEDGE OF
THE LAWS OF THE CITY WHILE THE NAACP BRIEFS
CAROL MOSELY OF THE HIDDEN AGENDA'S FOR THE
MONTH OF AN INDEPENDENCE DAY BRUNCH THAT YOU
THE PEOPLE MAY NOT ATTEND AN YET CANCEL A BET
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 5-25-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE STREET FORT MYERS FLORIDA
RECOVERING FROM TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY
WRITING BECAME MY LIFELINE GOD BLESS CHICAGO
AND GOD BLESS AMERICA
What was here — before the Nothing —
Before the Breath was tried —
Before the Clock — in timid brass —
Confessed it ever Ticked —
Was Silence but a folded Thing —
Within a Larger Hush —
Or did Eternity rehearse
Its syllables — as Dust —
The State — with careful, mortal Hand —
Extinguishes a Flame —
Yet cannot certify the Dark —
Nor docket — Whence it came —
A Scaffold — is a punctual Act —
The Soul — a rumor — wide —
No Statute binds Infinity —
No Warden halts the Tide —
If Life — be all — how fierce the Blow —
If more — what Court convened —
To trespass on the Invisible
And stamp it — “Closed” — between —
Perhaps — before the Nothing — stood
A Door — without a Frame —
And Death — the shy Attendant — waits
To whisper us — our Name —
Almost sixty years ago, my father
under suspicion, as a cattle rustler
Me a bit surprised
but it could have been as the title of a hustler
One day whilst in the dairy, my father with my brother milking cows
two young cops arrived to ask a leading question
Were you in such and such a paddock on such and such a day
if so what was your purpose, was put as a suggestion
They had evidence to support, that my father he did visit
That his actions in that paddock may be viewed as illicit
One cop from his pocket pulled a docket , that had been found
it was a receipt which displayed my fathers name
It was enough for them to investigate,
that's why to my father's property they came
To their leading question
what was it he was doing
I had a crap was his immediate reply
One young innocent cop asked my father what's a crap
They would have instantly known if my father said he was ........ a word that rhymes with ruing
perhaps my father would have had regrets if he had known what would later be brewing
NO CHARGES LAID
Halloween
A twin we do not already harbor on
The inside, cannot reach from without grasping
Its relationship — as love needs love to complete
The docket...so does fear. So does terror need
Its own horrid port if to impress.
Halloween...little devils in costumes —
wee, creatures dressed for the parade,
Door to door. Trick Or Treat! The real trick,
Is that of evil seeming harmless. Playful. In
Theatrical, fantastical sense. And the treat,
The Devil activating negative seeds for future harvest.
Evil — sly, subtle.
Our makeup exteriors reflections of far deeper
Dyes within, tattoo illustrations, spiritual stains —
The many indelible, wrongly nurtured traditions —
World fruit bear witness to their sources —
Man retaining affiliation with dark illusion.
You were gazing at me as I looked in your direction
You, caught in daydream's reflection
Both of us wondering if we've made a connection
As you stand with your friends by your locker
As both of us are caught up in this moment
Both wondering if the other one knows it
Both wondering if the other will show it
Having our love listed on the docket
You writing our names on your notebook
In a heart our names, in your mind nuptials took
Me stealing your heart like some kind of crook
As you lean back on your book nook
I saunter over, parting your friends
I fumble for words, my heart beats intense
I manage to muster these words in defense
"You've captivated my heart with just a look!"
He had to be mad
to invade Ukraine
his troops followed orders
they must all be insane
to cross the borders
an unwarranted attack
by a megalomaniac
bombarding innocents
who couldn't fight back
one leader was a comedian
the other is a clown
the former gave us smiles
the latter makes us frown
what do the Russians hope
to achieve or accomplish
by destroying all they covet
leave us alone Ukraine's only wish
and it would be right in the pocket
if Zelenskyy signed a docket
for a galoot in cahoots
who's a-rootin' tootin'
to shoot a stealth rocket
between the ears of the idiot Putin
Becoming a slave to my own paradise,
Becoming clingy to my own disregarded appetites,
Becoming a prisoner of my own created prison,
Becoming lonesome in my own crowd.
Recognising something lethal,
Pouring out something eternal,
Bearing some dirt of civilisation,
Tearing apart the burden of my own existence.
I've created my own traps,
Living forever in my own satire.
No appeal on the docket today;
I crave the unseens.
When the sins are unseen,
What verdicts can there be?
When the prisoner is the judge,
Is he called a metaphor of his own book?
So I've hold my head up high—
Hiding hatred that burns inside.
Perhaps this is not the last;
Perhaps this is an endless circle.
I've invented this device you see
with idio-syncronicity.
So please feel free to visit me
that's if you are in the vaccinity.
I will compress these buttons
stock piled with dials and log into
its docket files
to put it through its proper trials.
Four quarters water not too much
for its nature
now stand by and watch how "The
Ice Breaker Maker" as no proto-type
gets to smile with the waiter
who loves the machine but might
not like its creator
who sits in his seat in a flight simulator.
What a blessing to not need to write
To not burn from a desire to express what words cannot
To have things I want to do
And the ability to do so
For no feelings to be trapped in verbose amber
Nor crystallized in song, dance, paint
But instead lived
Is there truly a difference
In channeling love in amber to show
Instead of hiding in away
In the piles of papers and relentlessness seconds
The beauty of simplicity
Demands a short docket
Managed by forgetfulness organization and action
Without Firing A Shot
Miracle Man
9/5/2023
Our country has fought both conflicts and wars,
now Illegals are flocking to our borders by the scores.
We’re being invaded because a wall wasn’t finished,
Others eat a free lunch as our goods are diminished.
We’re losing our great county without firing a shot,
and someday we’ll subsist in a state of distraught.
While progressive socialists are furthering their docket,
Their hands plunge deeper into Uncle Sam’s pocket.
Those desiring to come should try waiting their turn,
and for our way of life show abundant concern.
Don’t come here searching for life rooted in crime,
trying to hustle a living on another mans dime.
WHO IS AN ILLEGAL ALIEN?
An illegal alien is simply any alien who is present in the United States without legal status, like a valid visa or lawful permanent residence.
In the shadows of a distant village,
By the light of a Crescent Moon.
With death in the air, vigilantes swear,
That vengeance will be coming soon.
With hate filled hearts and eyes of fire,
They all gathered as a ship of fools.
They knelt to pray, had little to say,
Only the doctrine that the mob rules.
The crime on the docket was read,
The murder of the preacher's son.
Like a pack of hounds, they made their rounds;
And the search of a suspect begun.
Their madness had grown to a frenzy,
So uncaring of wrong or right.
Now covered in sin, the verdict was in,
Someone's blood would be spilled tonight.
For most of the evening they sifted,
Through every nook and cranny in town.
Not sensing danger, a passing stranger,
Was the one they chose to put down.
He was carried and tied to a tree,
They all laughed as he begged and pleaded.
Beaten and battered, nothing else mattered,
But to seek the justice they needed.
Repeating the most medieval ways,
Their methods and deeds were unsound.
But to no surprise as the sun would rise,
An innocent man would lie on the ground.
when we will see wokes when Trump had lusted
they mentioned to folks he would never be trusted
that was all a hoax with him were disgusted
a point must have missed when on top of that
many women he had kissed Trump dumber than doormat
should cease and desist has head full of fat
facts up were summing while trump was a crook
Trump on course slumming would decide to write a book
knew what was coming up whole world had shook
heard about docket we had heard that they
which was quick as a rocket we did see trump on display
had put in pocket on gray hair put some spray
fingers were way too short all over and done
when he would play a sport when all of us he did stun
even if in court put Trump in a pun
You can
laugh when
someone says
" Docket Of Goods "
And other says"
Death Of Google"
Huh?
In meeting with Drinkers Of George.
The parrot sings ,"
Done On Golds"
The peacock says ,"
Donkey On Ground."
A pastor defines,
" Deeds Of God"
A comedian shouts,"
Done Olympic Games "
June 01/2023
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