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Webbed infatuation

Pixelated, dark, and with word I did not know,
I met you with that mask.
And though I’m sure I have memorised it’s crevices,
Your shirt, the glasses.
I feel guilty about it still.

God is something of many that connects us,
Something that loosened our ropes,
And your cross is highlighted in my moonlight,
And yet I’m drawn to you still.

Your wisdom outshines mine,
And you bask in it well,
And your tan fingers ran over my route before me,
I follow along, to my peers’ disdain,
And I look up to you still.

For, my dear, you have been through hell
And with each of my beats the ache grows,
And your scars match my own,
And your lack of an ichor leash let the worst inside,
And we fall today still.

And my protection I do wish you had,
Though our locations do not align,
Shared nations, interests,
And realising you may know me best,
Yet I have not met you still.

An Old Love Story

They are
The pages of an old love story
Earmarked, faded yellow,
Moments underlined
Highlighted in life’s colors

The words are still clear
Feelings vibrant
Hint of mystery
A “chance” meeting
A sly whisper
A stolen kiss
Never returned

The story
A non-fiction homage
To love’s tenacity
A roller coaster ride
Shrieks of laughter
Silent tears

A soft wind riffles the pages
As they walk, slowly
Hand in hand
Quoting their favorite lines
From the pages
Of an old love story

Days End

Gentle lapping waters
roll sequentially onto shore,
like tiny crystals sparks, highlighted by the shining sun.

Blackened tree stumps 
stand 
like soldiers on watch.

A pelican,
skims the surface of the lake,
in search of tasty morsels lurking beneath murky waters.

The lazy dog basking in the sun
lifts an eyelid;
Undisturbed, 
he resumes his peaceful nap.

Camp fires send spiralling smoke puffs upwards,
carried away with the wind, 
followed by another smoke signal.

The sandy banks,
with mounds of trodden turrets lay in wait,
for creatures on dusk patrol
seeking nightly nourishment.

The setting sun slowly sinks, 
sending sliver shimmers across the lake.

Again, nightfall descends.
Another day closes.

The Ultimate Peace

I went on a trip
A smile highlighted on my lip

I was watching at the trees
They started giving me a different peace

The leaves were fluttering in a pattern
Which seemed as a light coming from a lantern

The clouds were seeming to mesmerize
I started the act with them for melodize

When I was going to leave
The nature started to weave

It was a message for life
Containing love, happiness and not to strife

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

Workings of Nature

Although barely, the sun was still casting
Its light as she slowly descended
Beyond the tree-lined horizon.

A view of the grey-free sky revealed
A beautiful contrast of rainless clouds
Highlighted by the setting of the sun.

Nature has taught us that time waits on
No one, not even clouds and light. She
Will set and her light will disappear. The
Clouds will move on, no longer beautified
By the light.

A gaze at a peach tree from my window
Revealed motionless leaves seemingly
In a state of rest unaffected by wind as
 They anticipated the coming of the night.

Time

Dead ye lie
dead ye rot --
human thy lot

Dead ye rest
dead ye soar -- 
spirit on a weightless
tour

as all sought
little man will find -- 
whether earth or sea
a puzzle of clouds,
highlighted edges
joining

stars above
our distance measures

Time, alone, decides

if lifeless waste~ or eternally

evolving heartfelt treasures...

The Golden Oriole Found - A Fantasy Story

Martin came to a cleft in the rocks
The oriole must have gone this way
It was narrow and curving
A sudden turn, and everything seemed to change.
Shrill, reedy music of pipes filled the heavy air,
A smell of musk of goats and their dung. 
Invisible cicadas sustained the piper's lament.

Suddenly, he found himself in front of a small but deep lake.
Weeping willows, large copper-coloured beeches 
Surrounded by a large pool of azure water. 
There was a calm tranquillity about the place 
Whilst the air was saturated with a fragrance 
Of exotic flowering lavender-like trees.

He heard a splash, and out stepped a young woman. 
Her canary yellow elegant swimsuit
Clung wetly to her honey-coloured body. 
Damp citrine hair formed a frame around an oval face
That was highlighted by an upturned, pointed nose. 
He did not move but stood mesmerized, 
Looking into her blue, limpid eyes.
A sweet smile shimmered on her lips.
"Hello," she said in a mellifluous voice. 
Her smile was inviting. "My name is Goldie Oriole. 
Come, sit near me 
And tell me how you found this place."


To be concluded in Part 3

Thirty Nine Minutes to Nowhere

As I look upward at the wooden door labeled 'My Demise',
I clearly see thirty-nine wooden steps on the rise.
Each step takes a minute to grasp what I'll leave behind,
With many memories and thoughts, to recall and unwind.

There are just sixty seconds to replay each precious step from my past.
Joys and sorrows, loves and losses, with sobs and laughter broadcast.
The first memories of childhood, growing up with family and friends.
Each a fleeting echo, highlighted in a telephoto lens.

Each step a treasure that soothes my weary flaying soul.
Building like a jig-saw puzzle to make the picture whole.
I'm like an old film editor, cutting and selecting,
The scenes of my life, beloved and cherished, collecting.

At the top of the stairs with thirty-nine stairs lies the door.
As I grab the handle I know: "Time's up!" "There's no more!"

A dud acrostic - Pretty Elf Owl

Preferring darkness, to forage and hunt, night they choose
Relatively world’s smallest owl, yelping is their unique call
Eyes highlighted, gray bill, brown birds that feign death to bluff
They are listed enangered, they migrate, mob their predators too
To rear, parents work hard, hunt-feed-defend to put up best show
Young fledged at ten weeks, nearly eliminated by humans they cry fowl

Queen of Merryland

We had heard of the Queen of Merryland for weeks and weeks.
Everyone wanted to see her, our imagination in high rising peaks.
She came in with an entourage, and we stopped being excited.
She looked persnickety, pinched, angry cheekbones highlighted.

How can she be the Queen of Merryland? My friend swiftly asked me.
Look at her standoffish-ness, which frankly, any dumbbell can see.
I have one idea, I said, it is the one I think which you will have to agree.
She was born into it, the daughter of a King who was not at all merry.

Stardust

Silly Sandee Stardust shuffled when she walked
around the garden while she talked and talked.
She said she preferred using her tiny feet
because she enjoyed sniffing the sweet
scent of red roses and striped, orange lilies,
but knew not to go near the hot pepper chilis.

Though she admired their bright color, red,
Sandee had tasted one in the garden bed.
Oh, my... I'd never seen her fly so fast
to drink buttercup dew until the burning passed. 
No one could miss seeing this faerie, so fair
because of her colorful clothing, chosen with care.

Pinks and greens were her favorite of all hues.
She wore snappy leggings of yellow and blues.
Her prismatic wardrobe highlighted her gold wings,
and everyone listens when this wee faerie sings.
Rosebuds in her hair, big brown eyes like a bug...
Sandee is a sweetheart, who gives everyone a hug.

my favorite opal topaz ring

I wear a favorite ring now all the time.
On my wedding ring finger, but it is not a wedding ring.
It features a gorgeous blue pear-shaped topaz stone.
Highlighted by a band of eight rectangular shaped opals.
The opals are opalescent, shining pink and blue in the light.
Today I looked up the properties of both gems I wear.
Topaz is the symbol of hope and happiness.
Opals promote youthfulness.
Now I understand why I am drawn to this ring.
She completes me, bringing me joy and youth daily.
My all-time favorite piece of jewelry.

ILLUSIONISTA mantega

ILLUSIONISTA 
virtuoso
  foreshadowing
to
  deceive
    with
perspective
pretensions
in
  highlighted
    actuality
ascribed
by
  the non existent
quantified
  with quadraturistas

Discombobulation

Written: January 25, 2024
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Time eludes us as a cryptic puzzle.
This is our opportunity to seize it. 
Spaces have a distinct sequence.
We must sustain our life pattern.
Shaken extremities.
It is scarce to start a fire with obsidian.
Still, it's worth lingering in the night.

Murmuring shards from an aloof past.
highlighted the impact 
of our says a few weeks ago. 
and the deep impact it can wield. 
Yet, we must aim to define our souls 
Let your voice billow amid a pool of views. 
 thence, it's crucial to stay vigilant.
even when progress is slow.

Life seems a scary puzzle conundrum.
But we must never lose our goals. 
It may appear such a mundane day.
yet one day might alter everything.

Several ideas may whirl in the mind.
We are obliged to strive forward.
spreading our thoughts globally.
even amidst the perplexity.
or if our ideas are running dry.
It is crucial to bear in mind.
All us are crucial to a larger target. 
Let us manage our time well.
Embrace each fleeting moment 
in this state of discombobulation.

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