Enacting Poems

THE CROWN

He sat upon a stool
In a bar, of all places
Three men surrounded
Chiding TRUTH for her choice
A cowboy can NOT wear a crown
With his meek and mild ways
Who builds his castle
In a field where wild beast graze

Riches stepped forward
And presented houses, cars
Degrees, and exploration
Fame highlighted name brands,
Tours, recognition, replication
Then glory shone forth praise,
Adoration, and dedication
But TRUTH saw no connection
....suddenly, they charged forth,
         enacting their MATTER BASED insurrection

As TRUTH stood by WORD
Declaring, "I CHOOSE HIM."

Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2025

Things AI doesn't know

Why do we ask: “can you keep a secret?”
Knowing that if we’re telling them
That we can’t keep a secret.

Explain a black eye
1.	I was wrestling with the dog
2.	Opening a Champaign Bottle 
3.	My son and I were re-enacting the sword fight from Peter Pan
Captain Hook lost
4.	Looked up when someone said “DUCK!”
5.	Answered the alarm clock 

You know you’re getting old when…

1.	Getting out of the chair takes preparation
2.	Dropping the remote makes the show you were watching seem better
3.	 You can’t find your glasses because you can’t find your glasses
4.	You lose arguments with inanimate objects
5.	The dog throws the ball for himself
6.	The cat changes your litter box
7.	You believe your legs have gotten longer or your arms shorter because you cannot get your sox on 
8.	Falcons are envious of your toe nails
9.	You have hope for the next generation because you know how stupid you were as a kid 
10.	Your kids ask you to watch their kids…and you think..”maybe I didn’t do so bad”

To and Back

A play was enacted
with a drum beating prologue,
evaporated into thin air
after some acts.
Enacting and evaporating
time and again.

Seeds were sown
but the fields remained barren.
Seeds are sown
yet the fields stay barren.

Time gone never returned
but it returns steps backward
from the starting point
everytime it matches.

June 20 2016

Words of Value

Words you speak can cut deep into the minds of those who are circling the path for knowledge and kindness.

They that reach the ears of the young can ether help them persevere or crumble their futures and lives into the grains of the dust of finality. 

They can tell all of truth that is around or they can tell a lie with an ounce of truth in it.

Words can inspire the beauty as a drop of wet dew in the morning welcomes the colors of the world.

They can encourage a different way, enacting change when needed in the stoned hearts of others,

They give voices to those in the world who are silenced and propel them into the future louder than the calls of war.

Passion, anger and love, words that have the power to debate on trivial stuff so much that the voices of tomorrow are silenced, and the voices of the past aren't protected for the future.

What words of your will people remember you by in life and in death.

Forest Mysteries

Soon the forest would reveal its dark secret

Poems are written. Music is composed. Ballets are staged.
In enacting suspense-filled plays, each creature is engaged.
Mysteries, like petals of blossoming flowers, unfolded.
As sketched by nature, the shapes of plants and trees are moulded.
Midway through the brawl for existence, the fittest survive.
From Mother Earth, life-giving nectar, all creatures derive

Do trees pay tax as per their heights, and do beasts as per strength?
Which creature has measured the forest's height, breadth, width, and depth?
What serenity between drops of the flowing fountain!
Isn't there a transmission of peace between each mountain?
The food cycle and water cycle roll like the planets.
Prey and predator eye each other in forage facets.

Owls, bats, hawks, frogmouths, and nightjars share nocturnal secrets.
Some feed others. Some feed on others. There are ruts, no riots.
The gentle breeze soothes the soul, though the gales disturb
Love lives long, between the strongest tree and the weakest herb.
Doors of forests, yet, like puzzle-filled caves, are numerous 
Amidst sunshine, unknown nooks in it are voluminous

Embodying the light

which way should the tumbler fall
and what is it we need to discern
since we are but a humble receptor
enacting on stage role as directed

to the vast void we posed a question
is not free will dominion of the soul
whereas the ego is driven by instinct
presence recognising we are in stupor

our entreaty was absorbed existence 
processed by omniscient intelligence
what was posed was a divine paradox
needing the nonexistent ego to awake

grace however is free from limitations
so instantly our form was transformed
God Himself held steady all energies 
radiating the threefold flame of Christ

transcending opposites, as living light
toroidal heart radiated potent power
baptised in the stream of Holy Spirit 
our form reflected God’s grace supreme

The eyes of Texas

A blindfold is taken, removed clean away
A guvenor is standing.' As bidens mouth goes astray
He needs help in the matter, thats just all that it is'
As his mind goes to quickstep, as its all his old biz
Yet his minds beyond recall, like the young men who cross
Thats causing anxiety, its seen right round the world.'
There are reasons, and dis-reason' it seems the state flag got furled
Got some dust on its colours' yet thats blown clean away Its flying, through the whole state, where brave still; live today!
And a nation is choosing  maybe while it still can'?
Enacting lawful state perrogatives moving women and men
To awaken, and to actions' to repulse and repair.'
Maybe gain more real leaders? the type that really do care.'

Bilocation

as an aspect of God
indivisible from the whole
presence ensouls feeble form 
to fulfil on earth its ordained role

we recognise we are not the actor
enacting the life drama in trance
so we bilocate our awareness 
that joyful be soul’s dance

Self portrait

How may we describe the fragrance of our soul,
which dwells within this earth vessel we adorn,
as we shape shift, hoping one day to feel whole,
noticing that we are with each breath reborn,
whilst enacting playfully, our ordained role,
nonchalant in tempests of both praise and scorn?
Transcending opposites, we’ve reclaimed soul’s light,
with love drenched heart pulsating with bliss delight.

What, Me Worry

What, Me Worry
(17 Percent Approval)
Miracle Man
January 2024

A world criminal element
has stolen our way of living.
Our hearts have empty spaces
God placed there for forgiving.

Massive protest is the chosen way
of enacting wanted change.
Like desk papers we see our lives
in a state of disarrange.
 

Political decisions are not made
for the good of one and all.
They can’t agree on the season
one says spring, the other fall.

love in love with love

sitting before us, a tremulous heart
asks of us a favour, which we can grant
enacting our role, we pleasantly yield
eyes of innocence light up with delight
such is the power that God does so wield

Zen mode

colouration of intent displaying love’s hue
flowing gently in mode embrace and release 
with no remote viewing of the past or the future
there being within soul no aspect that has a desire
save of course a burning yearning to entwine hearts
momentarily estranged owing to memory erasure
knowing not in active cognition truth of being
sentience numbed to pulsations of rapture 
borne by bliss magnetism at play within

with this recognition called upon to act
we cheerfully go through all the motions
of gentle persuasion employing love alone
as the medium of music setting up a rhythm
in vibrant nonchalance forecasting no outcome
flowing moment to moment enacting life’s role
attempting to hush the blush of pessimism
being but ripples created by lower mind
spawned by apprehensions of the ego

Thought of the Day

actions performed
in as it so appears
are merely waves
enacting divine will

notice how waves shift
changing their contours
in effect without identity
indivisible from the ocean

04-June-2023

Idle Musings

perhaps responsibility stifles spontaneity 
if we be the doer so enacting the play
but innocence in resonation with love
is motiveless and without any inhibition
as exuberance outpouring effervescence 

27-May-2023

Winning Battle

Oh! Arise the Soldiers of Heaven
Oh!! Arise the Soldiers of Heaven
Oh!!! Arise the Soldiers of Heaven

A losing Israel in the hands of the captivator
Sings and Praise the Gigantic, Mighty, Crown Masquerade
Soiling their bloods and sweat for Arrows
Reciting songs of joy in the eyes of a killer
Enjoying tribulations with Faith and Hope
Enacting their land filled with Peace, Harmony, Honey and Unity
Women becoming unknown Windows
Children becoming pressured Orphans
Animals getting a new Lord and Shepherd.

Dawn come
Sun Rise
Victory came in a microseconds from one who hears the pains that couldn't be beared by His Herds
Sent down troops of air that no one could resist but gave deep slumbering
Wash away the big iron been placed on the gate of the Land.
Trumpet ?? Blow
A Soul shout

Victory! Victory!! Victory!!!

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