The leaders of some countries
lie and deny the genocide
perpetrated by their military
despite the evidence being bona fide
yet those disliked
they don't even know
but want to annihilate
as a dangerous foe
unfortunately it shows
when he goes on the warpath
with ethnic cleansing
it's only the victims who take a bath
To help nail drivers using a phone,
To which everyone seems to be prone,
A cop in disguise
Used the trick of surprise
To create quite a ticket-time zone.
To be honest, each ticketed schlub
Joined the “What the heck?” questioning club,
For the officer was,
In his role as the fuzz,
Dressed, alongside the road, as a shrub!
They told you, "You deserve a speedy trial,
On you no scrum of jackals pile
They said you'd know each charge they bring,
And as for rights, every man a king.
They told you that your speech was free,
That you could choose your company.
Your home's your castle, safe and firm,
And you can keep what you can earn.
You believed that Karma's true
Built in the rules, silly you.
For government is not the only throne;
The crowd can have a heart of stone.
No judge need speak, no law be bent—
Your rights can die by mere consent.
In other spheres, rules not applied
The door to slavery is open wide.
Don't come find me, cause I'll be gone
Don't text or call, cause il be gone
Everywhere you look, everywhere you go, I'll be gone
Some day, somewhere, I'll just disappear
No evidence that I was ever here
Simply vanished from this universe
As if I never existed
Not a trace left behind
Forever forgotten
No one will remember who I was
For darkness will consume me
And I'll be gone
These walls have memorized
the echo of your voice
coming through my phone at 3 AM,
watched me smile at a screen
like it held the whole world.
That ceiling,
with its familiar crack,
has seen me lie awake
staring up at
after we'd hang up,
replaying every word you said.
The one night sky in May,
witness to our longest call
eight hours of talking about everything
and nothing,
while stars shifted overhead
and we forgot time existed
The mole on your eyelid,
that small perfect mark
I memorized through video calls,
They all held a story too.
Archive dec'25
Accuse subtly
Apologize with sincerity
Empathize with touch
Show interest
Build trust
Entertain
Then strike
...observe
Ah, yes, recoil
Shocked at the moment
Insist misunderstanding
Declare character
Downplay tension
Smile and assure
Have a drink
Pull the rein
...train
Circumstances tighten
The fence is forming
The mind submits
The trial is over
The gate closes
The lie locks
The soul consents
Contract sealed
...order
Chaos concealed in control
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-16-2026
Note: Look up the title on Google...then reread. I love layered poetry :)
Sometimes I don’t know what to think
When I hear your story, I’m almost convinced
Because I don’t have extraordinary evidence for my claims
Just a hazy memory, a gnawing feeling, and a name
When I forget and when I doubt
I close my eyes and figure it out
Led into a room
A room of remembrance
Without defense
Or protection
...I see
I heard
"I hate you"
But I covered it, quickly
With, "That's just anger talking"
...I hear
I felt my hair
A slight zing
As it left my head
But, that's crazy
...I know
You took all you could
To a witch
Who casts her spell
To destroy your family
...I prayed
Grace is His to give
And His to lift
All that is done against
Will consume the attacker
...I am still
DADDY GOD IS NOT MOCKED!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-07-2026
A man h
a
n
g
s
A life g o n e
They call it a suicide -
But then why is there blunt force trauma to the head?
Why does the evidence not agree with what is being said?
They reveal he is,
BLACK,
But not only that,
They claim now it is an accident
They P A N I C,
Covering up their lies,
How they despise -
Us
They d
a
n
c
e
Around the truth:
This was - MURDER,
This was - RACISM,
This fact is inescapable, for evidence does NOT lie
Kids asleep dream dreamy dreams
Swept up in all the christmas hype
Morning will reveal half-eaten cookies
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
They whine more than I ever could.
So it’s ok if I’m wrong, at least I’m normal.
And the taste of wrongness is fine to me.
I promise to help with fine print in hand.
I’m smiling.
I’m not kind, I’m just winding up or down.
Depends on the time of day.
I just tell them how to do things.
How to do things.
Like eating things you don’t like.
Eat a snake skin.
No one will believe either of us.
Any money I take is delightful yet spiteful.
Any money you give to me is an act of self hatred.
And you are living life horribly.
There is no spark in life.
Except in your kitchen.
So the house burnt down.
For no reason the police can find.
So you came a week later.
It was all your fault.
Something, something…
So eat leaves that fell off a tree.
To feel better, that’s why you pay me.
I burnt her house down.
Therapists can confess too.
We take the police reports.
And talk them down.
our porch shows what hillbillies live like
because we might as well be from Arkansas or Tennessee
We are creekers – people who live in van down by the river
stepladder, two side tables, one long glass table
glider, barbeque grill, shovels, spades, garden gloves
straw hat, hoe, mud-caked wheeled cart
six twelve-packs of water
dog kennel for a nine- hundred -pound dog
(which we have never used)
mismatched lawn furniture
broken umbrella
refrigerator, full sized, not one of those pussy ones
two night stands
giant fan with dog hair stuck to it
fold up chairs that were dragged in mud
sign with two cartoon dogs
the sign says welcome to our home
Buddy and Beau
It should say Welcome to Hillbilly Heaven
I don't know who is she
Where she come from
Or what she does for a living
But how beautiful she is
When i look at her and
I know nothing else
But the mere evidence
About my soul, I feel at peace.
I know that it will make its flight
to Heaven after that last breath.
In thoughts of Heaven, I delight.
Why am I sure of what transpires
when children of the Savior die?
Can I provide proof positive
that what I hold to is not a lie?
I can declare that I have faith:
“the evidence of things not seen,”
and “the substance of things hoped for.”
I know what these sweet verses mean.
The part of me that doesn’t die,
my unseen soul, will instantly
be with the Lord, the Bible says.
Its promises leave me doubt-free.
Hebrews 11
When asked if he toked the evil weed,
William Jefferson Clinton (né?Blythe III),
aka, Bill Clinton, we heard, did indeed,
if not totally beyond the pale
these words he spoke,
"I smoked but didn’t inhale,"
and altho' with no proof, yet by the book,
with that he was off the hook.
Then came Monica Lewinsky,
their relationship he lied to hide,
accused with obstruction of justice,
for him to be impeachment-free,
with the mess all down her dress,
the chain of evidence was there to follow,
of the fateful day Bill only had to say,
"She sucked but didn't swallow."
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