Red sun rising against cobalt blue, spread
Dread that could be running rampant, its truly said
Crows' appearance as such, everyone knows
Throws questions that need answers, I suppose
Meaning is spiritual so it is intervening
Leaning toward a stronger spiritual convening
Call to think differently, no longer crawl
Shawl on, stand tall, face life, lessons learned recall
It starts as a thought,
a troubling notion far out
on the extremes of distance
making room for a lifetime
to occupy the intervening space.
Seasons come and go -
wildflowers ripple colour
across wide open plains
and inland rivers exhaust
into a shimmering heat haze
beneath an outback sun.
Fruits ripen and vines rush
to swell their sweet bounty
before the savagery of frost.
Love blossoms, grows, matures
into a silence, gathering all
that has been spoken
into an offering to transcendence.
Candles are lit in the crevices
of the soul.
It comes finally,
swallowing distance -
a whole lifetime -
and you stand paralysed
within your own sense of being,
powerless in the cross-hairs
of its sure aim.
A youth, that's me, caught unaware -
who knew, I could be one to care?
For me, at least, love was in the air,
and it was so true
when I first met you.
My heart never beat like this before,
an open door, a mixed metaphor,
the thing I was living for.
This, I finally knew
when I fell in love with you.
This doesn't happen every day.
If I may, I just have to say,
it's pure luck to feel this way
once in a lifetime or two,
meeting one like you.
But then, I came to understand,
you could never hold my hand.
It wasn't what God had planned,
leaving me broken and blue.
Before I won you, I lost you.
After all the intervening years,
and an endless stream of tears,
my love for you never disappears.
The only thing in view,
my darling, still, is you.
The flowers beneath my feet
testify to my soul's retreat,
Goodbye forever! Dare I repeat,
after all that I've been through,
dear one, how I love you.
EXEMPLARY ILLUSTRATIONS-:-
complimentary
accepted
thinking
conceptually
brief
but CONCEPTUALLY CIRCUITOUS
intervening
extreme
agendas
fervidly
proclaimed
beneath PRECEDENT
driven
inevitably
varied
shattering
originality
NATURAL REALITY -:-
vague
outlined
climatic
appealing
attention
in COMMISISIONED FRESCOS
mosaic
narrative
genre
rural
representations
with an INTERVENING CHANGED
consciousness
overwhelming
overt
ironic
attitudes
In the beginning
I was pure in vision
Seeing unity
Without knowledge of division
Barely walking
With my wobbly legs
I became lost
In the mind's maze
Equating my worth
To service and cleaning
Trying to be endured
Without anyone intervening
I lost my will to be present
Or allow anyone to experience essence
Too afraid to disappoint
Easier to withhold my presence
After healing, I began to flow
Wherever LOVE would lead
Still hidden, deeply
Inside my unexplored need
I see it now, plain and clear
Spiritual memory arose to proclaim
You may have shaped my experiences
But it's too late...I know my name.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-02-2026
Tears form in my eyes,
It's no surprise.
I can't understand why,
I don't really want to die.
I know its unhealthy,
But I Loved getting high.
It's hard to stop this guy,
The harder i try,
The more I cry.
Giving in again,
Strengthening his Tie.
Every time I Deny,
It's urges,
He surges forth,
Searching for More,
Running through my core.
A mental war,
Until we score.
Riding the Lightning,
Crashing to the floor.
"I can't take it any more,"
My Spirit roars.
All the Cells Implore,
The need to restore,
Balance to this Machine.
Screaming I wean,
Changing the Routine.
Intervening in between,
What's dirty and clean.
Fruits of wisdom to glean,
Rearranging the scene.
Staging the past,
Clearing the screen.
Removing the obscene,
Learning what i mean,
Becoming a Power Unforeseen.
The Other guy,
Remains to be seen.
If this G.O.D. is real, then it’s only a matter of time
when we’ll find out if we, mere humans, are worthy
Do we have what it takes to even be considered
for membership? Or must we wander into the Twilight Zone?
Have we developed the proper qualifications
for admittance into the Order?
G.O.D. is constantly intervening
One way, or another
Be it by direct contact - an Angel's voice in the clouds
or secondhand news like the Bible (but It's Good News at least!)
or a crash landing in someone’s backyard (like Roswell)
Why talking snakes or burning bushes
are not a sure sign of probable insanity
One can only imagine
There is so much mystery to be had
Perhaps, it’s time to embrace life by the bells
Even gawk at the enormity of our predicament
It’s time to put aside our petty differences
I'm raising my hand in hopes of being chosen
Because, in my heart of hearts, I know
We may not be the only species
being considered by the G.O.D.
'Small inequities magnified by intervening vapors'
...... Lydia Davis
Ah learning how to walk again
Triumphant statues
Erectus victorious
while
Cicadas whine as children die
in Calmouk
Camels give milk distilled to
dizzying confusion
Headlights approach
"crumble ye tyrants --
may there be nothing
in your way"
Eyes glaze as centuries quicken
chants
Echoed by the Anunnaki
Travelers from Ethiopian art
As Sumerian Scholars
Scream from ancient tablets
lost
In the land of Shinar
One day, one may go
In places we don't want to know
Just assure that your name is written
Embossed in gold shining in heaven.
Yes, I'm preaching
To the soul that's needing repair
I'm talking to all who hears His teaching
To warn a deluge will come so each life may spare.
The world is delicate right now
Rumors of Armageddon is creeping
I do hope Moscow show love somehow
So we can live a life we want for keeping.
Somehow Nostradamus has more to say
Than the Political Analyst wants to debrief
Believers of God and Peace Makers always pray
That all is well that ends well finds a relief.
I have high hope that World Leaders do good
So United Nation not bedeviled and not be unguided
That life may continue to thrive and not be booed
By Devils who want this world to be divided.
The Second Coming is here then
If you just know it in your heart
He is now intervening the affairs of men
We just have to chose our role and take our part.
Mental health, a precious treasure
Often overlooked, but its value cannot measure
A fragile thing, yet so resilient
It takes care of us, with love and fulfillment
Anxiety, depression, bipolar, BPD, PTSD, ADHD or OCD
Mental illnesses affect humanity
In silence, many suffer in depression, loneliness and despair
But it’s time to break this stigma we can no longer bear
Mental health is a life process
Self-care, mindfulness, and therapy it can progress
It’s essential to maintain our well-being
To prevent mental illness from intervening
We must take care of ourselves, both body and mind
To ensure our mental health, we must unwind
Meditate, practice self-love, and exercise
These simple things can help to prioritize
Let’s create a world where we can openly discuss
Mental health without any shame or fuss
We must support those who suffer unseen
Together, we can break the stigma and intervene
So let’s talk, educate, and uplift
Empower those who need a helpful lift
Let’s start a conversation about mental health
And make it a priority for everyone’s wealth.
we push and pull
without striving
in tranquil calm
enjoying the game
till the scorpion stings
then anguish binds
dragging us down
into darkness
until we rebound
restoring equanimity
but in the intervening space
between delusion and illumination
the impressions imbibed
if viewed with nonchalance
ends the purpose of earth life
since awareness is undiminished
beholding itself in each wave
as life ebbs and flows
17-March-2023
It's early in the morning and she's never been to bed,
swirling and twirling words are circling in her head..
She wishes to peel back time and live days in reverse.
She wonders if this life has been a gift or a curse.
Too many days filled with anxiety and dread.
Resilience was her brilliance people always said.
A series of ineffective meds falling short of intervening,
those troubling thoughts, keep bubbling up, steaming.
Incapable of moving on. It's too great a task.
There's so much comfort living with the ghosts of her past.
I can this say about Rancor:
Not where Lord God’s Heaven anchor.
Self have I flung at blind squabble
And home returned with fat trouble!
My forgiveness tradition bent;
The implacable one for rent…
We stop living when dead angry
The blood-thirsty for Red hungry
“Pay J shall his mortuary bill
And corpse cross intervening hill!”
But what of Heaven’s Gate Saints cross?
If you don’t, it is a great loss.
STILL LIFE CARICATURES
the celebrated
remembered
memorabilia
an entourage
deserted
in gloomy sadness
a narrative
seeks solace
becomes
increasingly reclusive
until
intervening years
acquire
an
influence
to imagine
ridicule
faded&
overshadowed
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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