So excited to see you
Hadn't been together in years
You got on with your life
While I survived all the tears
Can't believe it took a crisis
To bring obligation to the top
Never any need to connect
Until a hero was needed to manage the loss
You suddenly appeared like rain
After the grass was scorched and brown
No amount of help could be given
To rescue the old wedding gown
There came a moment of talking
I was sure your heart would open wide
The moment the words left my mouth
Your harsh tone widened the divide
...and I could hear....."JUST DON"T SPEAK"
my heart cries...it's over
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-21-2026
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ my quest of happiness seem vain?
Disdain.
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Jealousies.
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Absence.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ for my grief
Where shall I turn to seek relief,
When hope on every side lies slain
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¦¦¦¦ the prime cause of all my woe ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Love.
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If that be so, I but await
The stroke of a resistless fate,
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What must I do to find a remedy?
Die.
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Change.
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Madness.
If that be so, it is but folly
To seek a cure for melancholy:
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(Blackout of Don Quixote by Miguel Cervantes)
Don Juan believed in reincarnation
Thought he’d return as 'collaboration'
Sure enough, when he came back
A sight stopped him in his tracks
His wife smiled, said: “I chose procreation”
Lately, when he isn't being creepy,
we've seen The Donald get very sleepy!
Before he goes off to the electoral dung heap,
he'll likely be known as the "Commander-in-Sleep."
With him, we shouldn't have to bother;
let's just go ahead and call him the "Nodfather".
Meanwhile, that crowd over in Tehran
just laugh and call him "Dozy Don".
Of course, they know he's full of baloney
as they chuckle and snicker at "Don Snorleone".
Maybe he should be encouraged to go into hibernation
so America can emerge from its economic stagnation.
Don Rickles
His insults clang like nickels
Being mean was his art form
But he was known as Mr. Warmth
Mr. Don knotts,
He was known for his comedic crackpots.
As the infamous Landlord Mr. Furley,
he was jumpy and squirrley!
History is just a succession of not great men
What sages for ages on pages did spot & pen
Confession get the impression are right again
Mystery as why don't all ken the dragons den
Gist Don & Ben zealots plots with Zionist zen
When ratchet the hate up to ten they say amen
Lost in mist narcissist tryst of the fist now & then
230.
Ikaw don guid!
Isa ini ka ti-on
Ginakabig nga maragtason
Bangud yara ikaw upod namon
Oh halangdon ang imo ngalan
Kay kami sa imo labi sa tanan
Kanami pamati-an, kanami pamatyagan
Sa imo pagtatap ipahamtang
Kon kami yara sa alang-alang
Ikaw isa ka mananabang
Gani imo ipadayon ang edukasyon,
Maayong lawas, agrikultura nga mainuswagon,
Pangabuhian kg pagbuhis nga eksaktuhanon
Gob. Tanco, ikaw don guid! Ikaw don guid…
Ang tampad nga naga-ulikid
Gani salamat guid! Salamat guid!
Lantawa kay naghugpong ang bilog nimo nga banwa
Agud ipakita sa bug-os naton nga probinsya
Nga kami naga-apin guid sa imo kg sa iya
Matuod nga malipayon man ini nga ti-on
Para sa amon tanan nga mga Dumaraonon
Bangud amon kasimanwa ang subong gobernador namon!
-10/13-14/2013
(Dumarao)
*for Gob. Tanco's 69th Birthday
I don't know the man..? Maybe he's the
Pious type.? No Sicilian blood.? Averse
To hype.? Well he has his 'take outs' I
Never gave the orders.' Or named the guy
Who isn't?? 'The Don?' Well whatever' He's got a thing with borders.' Of maybe he'll go borderless? Only heaven knows, as time progresses and
Sifting grows, then there's another man a latin
Type ' on holiday in Brooklyn' not a doubt'
Too right.'
Now he's maybe more mafiosi.? Yet has he
Any such clout.? Do you note the play of
Circumstace.? Its maybe just a shout.' Still its
Time for the legal system.' To rise above.!
Who will be triuphant.? In the push and shove.? Will sons and daughters become
'A sad sacrifice.?' I certainly hope not.?
So help me Christ.)
Carlos: Do you think we’ll get away with this?
Don Juan: I tricked you into coming to this desert shack, didn’t I?
Carlos: I mean … Do you think we’ll make any money?
Don Juan: A bunch! I make it up; you write it down.
Carlos: How do we start?
Don Juan: “There was once a prickly pear who fell in love with a magic toad …”
Carlos: Wait a minute! My advisers won’t go for that!
Don Juan: OK. How about … “There is a hidden self, that’s Nagual-magical, connected to the entire universe to be unleashed by not-doings?”
Carlos: Wow! Heavy! Tell me more.
Don Juan: (setting his pseudo-profound bull generator to 'start')
“… Rebirth is the hidden knowledge of universal understanding and of us. You and I are storytellers of the universe. The goal of inner Nagual impulses is to plant the seeds of liberation rather than failure. We are being called to explore the galaxy itself as an interface between conscious living and unconscious sharing. By flowering thusly, we exist while manifesting the dreamtime. Nothing is probable: try or try not.”
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granite roots gripping Pennsylvania-Dutch shale
taught me Schicksal, spun our bloodlines into compass stars~
Stärke whispered through his fractured Fraktur tales
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Schicksal = German for (fate/destiny); reflects language teaching with genealogical purpose
Stärke = strength in German
Fraktur = a stylized, highly decorative watercolor or watercolor-and-ink painting in the Pennsylvania-German tradition, often bearing elaborate calligraphy and standardized motifs, as birds, tulips, mermaids, and unicorns, and typically appearing on a book page, baptismal certificate or other family record, or merchant's advertisement. (Source: dictionary.com)
There once was a man named Don
Who knew how to lie and to con
When he said it was true
It was because HE told you
Everyone else is a fake and moron
She believed in love at first sight
was deluded and double-crossed
one more time put her heart on the line
everything she once had now is lost
never knew no one who'd dissemble and lie
stab her in the back as he looked her in the eye
made the mistake of giving him her trust
now she's all beat up broke down battered and bust
she who had the faith love conquers all
was duped deceived taken for a ride
if she knew then all she knows now
there'd be no heartbreak she'd be dry-eyed
what a charmer come to no harmer
he enticed her then sliced and diced her
he's a two-timing four-flushing freak
if anyone ever was the perfect portrayal of one
living on a diet of deception and betrayal
he's a true Casanova a real Don Juan
When and how
did we see chivalry last
or is it now
a thing of the past
and honour among thieves
is no honour at all
while beating my brains
against the wall
besting the dragons
at City Hall
am I wrong in thinking
it's my fight
or am I errant
as a roving knight
exhibiting gallantry
within a crowd
of apathy
indifferent
to the powers that be
outnumbered and outgunned
Sancho when needed oh where is he?
With apologies to Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (1547 – 1616)
Night is pending.
Not even the most anxious
can avoid time.
Day after day I dread the
the death of nothing
that the night spawns.
The TV becomes my
best friend~
a window of light
in the abyss.
Old TV shows
are brighter than
the new.
Tonight I choose
The Andy Griffith Show.
I put my earphones in,
and turn the volume down
(on the off chance
sleep embraces me)
and I embrace my fate.
I watch.
It's strange.
I feel a peculiar force
tugging at the corners
of my mouth.
The opposite of gravity.
A sensation that pulls
upward.
I had forgotten the feeling.
I laugh inside,
but for a different reason
than my body is currently
reacting to.
It seems even the most
sleep-deprived,
fear stricken
low in life
sickos
can't keep themselves
from smiling at
the infamous
Don Knotts
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