In luxuriant jade landscape
of verdant sprouts
glorious golden understory
copiously unveiled,
stemmed by swerving
emerald blades,
entwining the pairs
of petrified legs,
rooted in sensual soil of sanguinity,
the potent promise
morphed as the maze
of floral fresco.
The black upright figure
of deviant distinction,
a towering protector
in sutured closeness,
fused with the feminine flair,
camouflaged to confuse
the invidious predator.
Bare trees aligned geometric
in harmonized motif,
outline the florid boulevard
for the beguiled footsteps
walking away enticed
from the onyx horizon
to the sunburst meadow
where the dulcet dawn waits
with desire epitomized.
Inspired by Undergrowth With Two Figures by Van Gogh
In luxuriant jade landscape
of verdant sprouts,
opulent golden understory
copiously unveiled,
stemmed by swerving
emerald blades,
entwining the pairs
of petrified legs
rooted in soil of sanguinity,
the potent promise
morphed as the maze
of floral profusion.
The black figure upright
of deviant prominence,
a towering protector
in sutured closeness,
fused with feminine flair,
camouflaged to confuse
invidious predator.
Bare trees aligned geometric
in harmonized motif,
outline the florid boulevard
for beguiled footsteps
walking away enticed
from the onyx horizon
to the sunburst meadow
where the dulcet dawn waits
with desire epitomized.
Inspired by Undergrowth With Two Figures by Van Gogh
RESURRECTED RHAPSODY-:-
reflective
acuity
intrinsic
quintessence
harmonized
with ETERNITY INTONATION
transitional
manifestation
consecrated
edification
infused
in INCOGNIZANT EXISTENCE
psychic
potency
invincible
exhileration
furbished
Hannah’s handiwork heartily hailed in on Halloween
hackneyed and haggard, but not easily seen
Her hagridden hawk hovered over his holistic queen
Half-witted husband was as fresh as grass is green
Happy-go-lucky hag’s horrific hallucinations were keen
Haphazard hardships harmonized with her cousin Jean
Hannah’s harebrained ideas could easily turn mean
potential for hurried hasty nastiness on this Halloween
bonfire witch sat quietly in the shadows with her medium, Ressing
listening to her work of art crackling. popping and hissing
she could build a bonfire better than most, completely at ease
Had been doing this since the seventies, only needed a breeze
bonfire took off with a swoosh shooting straight in the air
Lightning looking sparks shot up like a gun with a flare
the rest of the witches watched her walk closer to her work of art
She began chanting a hymn that went straight to their heart
Within seconds, the witches were all chanting along
Each feeling a strong sisterhood with the entire throng
Bonfire is magical, it unites women in October, for sure.
Their voices harmonized, their singing totally pure
Earthen motte mounds and bailey burg
Sludge strongholds severed for siege
Norman castles cut of stone surge
Vowed vassals, the lords of liege
Round refuge tower of ashlar
Lured strums of Celtic cither
While they tend to tiers of mortar
Howling high waters hither
Gemlike blades grassy shades of green
Sailing seas beckon smartly
Hair to partly pare ployed the teen
Pirate Queen awaits Bartley
Homeland hush weave no words but mum
Forum flouters of gainsay
Dark Lady of Doona they hum
Legend of the Blacksod Bay
Fortress chieftain forges her case
Ní Grace unbowed by Bingham
Royalty rises face to face
Let them lie Ó Máille clan
Lyrate luck of her Irish pride
Aside vassal villeins sought
Herstory harmonized resides,
‘pon castles cloaked earthen motte
Lace lined drapes
Sway and dance
Billowed curtains
Dark romance
A late fall chill
Rattles bones
The windowsill
Creaks and groans
Ferrel wolves
Serenade the moon
Harmonized howls
An eerie tune
Tall pine trees sway
In whistling wind
Burnt autumn leaves
Die and descend
Screeching doors
Croak and whine
And ghoulish chills
Attack your spine
Shadowed figures
Lurk about
It’s Hallow’s eve
Without a Doubt
When the last idea is spoken
And the final symbols written down
Will all creation acknowledge
WORD isn't captured by any sound
He flies in skies beyond thought
He sails on waters above existence
He walks on movement
Harmonized with light flowing through resistance
No matter, no fear, can cage essence
He is the invisible, all-knowing presence
Seeking, finding, exploring, questioning
All the fears of matter, siphoning, affecting
....creative energy
Today, it is known, outside, inside
Around, above and beyond humanity's reach
The lies that bound the living to dying
Are crushed in the contracts breach
Trust, trust is how LOVE gets permission
To move through obstacles unforeseen
When definitions yield to TRUTH's stance
Parties lose the right to make WORD mean
Spirit clothes her in WISDOM's dress
Harden criminals forced to confess
Wretched are those who steal
The innocence of heart who came, only, to heal
....creative energy
GONE....
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-22-2025
The time I got from eternity made me a part of you,
as my desire flared like the blazing galaxy of the cosmos,
I was keen to see the day my dreams would come true,
when your love will pull me though the void of oneness.
The sense of yearning came in the zero hour of awakening,
soaring on the dreaming wings of the silenced time,
stalled in my sky where you glided like a consumed star,
its catching cadence created a surreal symphony in my heart.
The rhythm of celestial music harmonized with my essence,
where the ethereal emotions sank in the space of rhapsody
that wrapped you and me, blending us together forever,
consecrated the concept of capturing craving called love.
At the acme of surreal desire of magnetic longing,
the private space between us imploded to nothingness.
Our fused souls then turned into oblivious singularity,
suspended in the deep space of invisible obscurity.
As your captivating allure sucked my psyche within you,
bending my self-control and deforming my sense of time,
I gravitated with my stellar passion at fervent horizon of fusion,
lost myself within your infinite depth of black hole love.
Its so obvious. Ah fool in love sets themselves up
Its very clear to. For disappointment
me. Ah broken heart needs more
If you know what. assurance
Love is. If you really really love me
You could hear it's. Find ah way to show me
Sweet melody
Harmonized for
The ages
A celebration of
You and me
Love keep us
Together
You know I am gonna
Do my part
Trust in me
This comes straight
From MI heart
But if you still
Need that assurance
I'll dedicate my love
You do the same
It's for us
Tell me you love me
If you really mean it
I'll buy the ring
You all ready seen it
Take my hand
Love me forever
Promise I
I'll leave you never
down
the desiccated spine
of
the sepia valley
scouring
the serrated slopes
of the jagged rocks
you disappeared
like a swan
serenading
on the last lap
of
furtive flight
with winsome wings
of
raptured rhythm
harmonized
with
the summer breeze
rippling
through the still shadow
of silence
sequestered
in the thicket
mid-summer rains
poured
from cloudburst sky
flowed
in the vivacious valley
with the current
of charismatic torrent
cascading dulcet
down
the sculpted face
of
the rock cliff
reclined
forming a lively lattice
of animated
waterfall
of designed figure
where
in an imagery
ingrained
in fantasy
I saw you return
an angel
of fluid flair
framed
as epitome
of elegance
ethereal
We all have moments when happiness rings true
When everything seems to finally be going right
No nimbus clouds to spoil blue skies or the view
until fate steps in and our lives turn dark as night.
What efforts we've made to stay in balance is lost.
No matter what we try, harmony does not prevail
and life is stressful, for hardship comes with a cost.
So, we need a counterweight that will tip the scale
To use a simple analogy, think of a teeter totter ride
where balance keeps us from landing on the ground.
The ups and downs we face are very difficult to abide.
What will keep us standing? Where can it be found?
With a positive attitude we can begin in heart and mind
when they battle over things on which they don't agree.
Not an easy task to keep them harmonized and aligned.
When they struggle for power, it can end in catastrophe.
A bit of faith may lead to symmetry and set things right.
Nature handless it perfectly with its seasonal changing,
and like migratory birds on feathered wings that take flight,
tipping the balance in our favor can work with rearranging.
In luxuriant terrane of verdant sprouts
opulent golden understory unveiled,
stemmed by swerving jade blades,
entwining the pairs of legs petrified
within the maze of floral profusion.
The black figure of deviant prominence
stands out like a towering protector
in sutured closeness fused with her,
camouflaged to evade the predator.
Bare trees aligned in harmonized motif,
outline the floral boulevard for them
to walk away from the onyx horizon
to the sunburst meadow ahead.
In the wasteland of the deserted life,
chasing mirage of life in confusion,
I walk on the tormenting trail of strife,
suffering, I submerge in delusion.
In the network of intricate design,
layer on layer, mind is stratified.
Strata of existential truth align,
in psychic chaos they aren’t codified.
The facets of sole veracity hide
within the unaware mind’s secret folds,
can’t be traced by the being from outside,
discreet sense of shallow self hardly holds.
Repressed essence tangled by frustration,
listens in time to the call from within,
looks for pathway of dissociation,
as meditation plays soul’s violin.
As truth supreme emerges from deep time,
embodied light in existence recess
turns into the divine insight sublime,
harmonized with devout self-awareness.
Morning's golden light showers damp
Misty mare beauty in its breath
River's silent stream flows where it stood
Petals shimmer in earthy embrace
When waves harmonized with calm air
Life's gritty stains are washed away
Sun shines proud on its ground
Tattle spins, lost in its warm reverie
Blinded by the brightest stroke
Even radiance was deemed nothing
Waves came and went as days were spent
Rising up in tranquility, nothing to the eyes
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