Full of force
Full of life
Life loves lust
Life lifts laughs
Laughs over tears
Laughs off the pain
Pain paid prophet
Pain predicted poison
Poison on the mind
Poison in our food
Food foreign fragile
Food forever fake
Fake news is real
Fake family fun
Fun is limited
Fun uniquely shattered
Shattered dreams
Shattered heart
Heart full of ice
Heart racing
Racing against time
Racing against humanity
Humanity has to fight
Humanity stripped of rights
Rights to free speech
Rights to vote
Vote for peace
Vote for proper protection
Protection from our government
Protection from our citizens
Citizens above the law
Citizens who had enough
Enough flags being raised
Enough evil evidence
Evidence we shall ignore
Evidence says Jesus wept
Wept for the dead
Wept for the living
Living organisms fail
Living God heals
Heals heaven's heart
Heals harmful hail
Hail stones freezing
Hail holy history
History unfrozen
History rewritten
Rewritten heroes
Rewritten villains
Villains
Heroes
He stood tall and strong
A rock where someone could rest
A place of solace and contemplation
After a lengthy, trying test
...then, he fell
She was absolutely perfect
The picture of peace and shelter
Circumstances rose and fell
At the fire of God that seemed to melt her
...then, she fell
A leader that commanded attention
When he walked in any room
He balanced politics and religion
Like a weaver handles the loom
...then, he was no more
An inspiration to all in a world of despair
She brought food, clothing, shelter to the poor
She loved on orphan children and vagrants
Like Jesus, opening giant ornate doors
...then, she was no more
Funny how TRUTH ruins everything in her wake
The uncovering of what was held dear
Shows the worshiper that isolation
Is that best way to hold fear, near
...until, we are all human
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-02-2026.3
Never meet your heroes, lest they fail your expectation
Resulting in the crest that's fallen down from that elation
Experienced upon neglecting self-examination
Overlooking what it took to gain this elevation
The draft-dodgers who fled and even more
Deserters who abandoned their posts
These are the real heroes of war
They’ve paid their personal costs
Their names will never be known
No obelisks will be erected
Their very existence will be forlorn
Otherwise scorned and rejected
They knew they would be slandered
But by saving their own lives,
They gave the answer to their offenders
Let’s flee, despite of being despised
It’s a senseless slaughter for false ideals
Of politicians with high morality
To whom people’s lives aren’t a big deal
Who dream about their own immortality
Let their faithful armchair analysts snap
They never fight wars only talk a lot
Patriotism fits well with a nap
One snore away from the hot spot.
What was it about
the roar of the crowd
the crack of the bat
the circling of the bases
headfirst slides, the dust they begat
What was it about
the swish of the net
the dripping of sweat
in those musty old gyms
none of us ever forget
What was it about
that seventy-yard pass
dropping like a feather
right in the receiver’s lap
The magic moved us all back then
kids with heroes and larger-than-life dreams
‘til we no longer made the team
‘Til Fenway Park and
Madison Square Garden
became two more venues
for hustlers’ schemes
Under cover backing up all the others,
never for less than the collective voice.
Slipping in and out trying to inspire,
unintentionally making a huge impact.
Not really the loudest in the room,
gap on that mic? The silence is felt.
Heartily words bounce off the walls
each one starts a chain reaction.
Raw and rich the message is there.
One person can breath brand new life,
even to the most decrepit of fires.
Sit for a spell, you too can be a hero.
Today the world is celebrating, flowers everywhere,
But my thoughts are looking upward, sending you a prayer.
A Mother's Day in heaven, beyond the clouds of blue,
My heart is overflowing with the love I hold for you.
Mom, I miss your gentle voice, the way you understood,
You taught me how to walk this world and find the hidden good.
And Grandma, you're our quiet strength, the roots of family trees,
Your memory is a warm embrace that carries on the breeze.
By Tony robledo
Look into the bluest skies
Searching for familiar face
Hoping there you are alive
That you smile you found grace
Never knew when I’d lose
Your gift of presence you see
A sad surprise we don’t choose
Who dies or when they leave
Heroes and heroines die too
No matter how good they are
And as they lived so they move
Towards heaven as a star
I can sulk and try to hide
My tears and somber mood
Heroes and heroines of life
Would want you to go on to move
In the spaces where they were
Living their very best life
Time it flies like a blur
Make them proud with your goodbyes
I sing a song of grief today
I will honor them tomorrow
Be the hero of hearts I pray
Strength in action despite sorrow
The world was quiet at first,
just another ordinary day
until the sky cracked open
with the sound of thunder
and danger stepped onto the streets.
From the clouds came a god of storms,
his hammer calling lightning to his hand.
A man of iron cut through the air like fire,
while a soldier with an unbreakable shield
stood ready to defend the weak.
Then the ground began to tremble
not from fear, but from power.
A giant of emerald rage rose like a mountain,
while silent fighters moved in the shadows,
swift as arrows, sharp as justice.
Different powers.
Different stories.
But when darkness grows too strong for one hero
they stand side by side,
and the world remembers their name:
The Avengers.
When fear casts its shadow over the land,
A flame rises bright no night can command.
From fire and thunder, from science and might,
They gather together defenders of light.
The storm sings loud in a god’s mighty hand,
Bright armor of iron protects every land.
A soldier stands strong with a shield held high,
While a green giant roars to the trembling sky.
For hearts united will never fall:
The Avengers answer the world’s call.
Nobody gets out of life alive, it's a question of what you did.
So now we find our honor, a reason left to live
We stand to fight the monsters, and we'll stand right on the ledge,
It's time to summon mettle, return plowshare, to edge,
Some things are worse then dying, and not fighting, for what's right, is.
Call to all your Elders, call upon your Chiefs, call upon your Knights and Jarls and raise heroes amongst the meek.
Find your belly,
Grow a spine,
and in truth we'll probably fall,
But better they who live to tell,
of how we fought at all.....
wild thrill of the chase
as surroundings catch fire
turns nation to waste
munition's flash we admire
situation growing dire
no promises made
more important things to do
the rules must be obeyed
propaganda skews the view
of who has done what to who
flames leaping higher
unseen future shall survive
in the muck and mire
best apologists will thrive
history gets out alive
courage tempers soul
heroes come and heroes go
some left less than whole
mayhem many know
the cost of fighting the foe
beyond the conflict
smooth narrator turning pages
wounds the news inflict
all wisdom of the sages
unread as battle rages
breeding arrogance
power supporting power
without variance
greed guilds the shining tower
dregs of truth, bitter and sour
so easy to start
war almost free to enter
then comes the hard part
invasion setting tenor
pulling out, the tormentor
on and on it goes
quick beginning with no end
branded by war's throes
bloody quagmire we descend
not just gods which we offend
I was so small, looking up at you as I gripped your
hand tight.
My eyes like deep sea bioluminescence, yours like a
nebula.
Dead and anew.
You were starlight, the sun. Close enough to warm me,
but impossible to hold. To soothe.
The world was not meant for us
And yet, here we are.
Mismatched, misshapen, misbehaved.
We peer through the cracks and cut our fingers on the
edges.
And you, you said you would die young
Snuffed out so fast, in a moment of darkness.
I guess you got what you wanted, then.
I guess you wanted to leave this all behind.
Instead, you left me
Stuck with your spirit bursting in my chest.
I am engulfed in this absence, filled with seawater.
Head pounding to the beat of your heartache.
And the tree that watches over you
Stretches to see the sun.
And the dirt blankets you the way your mother
never could.
And I hope you found your place in the vast.
But, god, didn’t you ever look up?
Who could ever bear to leave this world?
We’ve got the teams
We’ve got the steam
We’ve got the coaches
Hear our fans scream
We’ve got the owners
They’ve got the money
(Sometimes they spend some)
Though that’s no so funny
But then there’s something I see
sport after sport, year after year
Something I hate to admit --
When the game’s on the line
~ Our heroes ALL play like sheet
Forgotten Heroes
“Forgotten Heroes.” Repeated Master Satan.
Yes. Soldiers. Warriors. Hmm. Forgotten lives.
“Forgotten lives.” Yes, these men are deleted.
“Deleted.” Yes. Nobody remembers them. Hmm.
Why do you say this? Because I saw their graves.
“What did you see?” A weedy cemetery. It was sad.
I found a grave. He was twenty-one. In the year 1943.
Passed away. “Passed far.” He was a fighter pilot.
And I saw a little memorial plaque on his tomb.
“Text?” Rosie Mary. His mom. She lived more.
Died after his son's death. Forty years difference.
Poor Mary. I felt very sorry for them. Oh, souls!
This is a very shocking story. Yes. It is that.
There is a Lidl. Ten minutes walk. I bought flowers.
“To them.” Yes. Oh, sad lives. Sad. Says, my heart.
“Says my heart too.” Oh, Master, a cemetery is history.
I found another dramatic fate. Oh, God, where is love?
More deeply. Yes. "Please keep it in mind. Later write."
Hmm.
“Good night.”
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